The Rise of History’s Most Powerful Empire

"Kill, hurry up and rush to me, those who fall back will die!"

Following Wang Daniu's roar, after the order was passed, a dozen or so tattered barbarians rushed towards a barbarian tribe.

They looked the same and wore the same clothes. There was almost no difference between the people on the two sides who were fighting. The only difference between them was that the dozen or so barbarians on their side had a yellow scarf tied around their heads to make them look neater.

This is a slightly larger tribe, maybe there are more than 30 people? Among them, the warriors who can fight can make up seventeen or eight of them.

However, after a few times of slightly armed barbarians on my side, the weapons in their hands are much better than those of the barbarians who are still in the primitive tribe, but after a while, the barbarians of the tribe that they fought are losing ground.

That's it. In many cases, technology can represent everything, advanced weapons, and sometimes can inspire infinite courage in people's hearts. This is the case with these own servants.

Waving a sharp blade that has never been used in his hand, the infinite pride pouring out of his chest, this feeling, as if nothing in front of him can stop him.

Slowly, the barbarians of that tribe began to suffer casualties, one, two, three, as more and more barbarians were injured, died, fell to the ground, could not afford, and finally, the rout of the barbarians slowly Appeared.

Amya is a warrior of the tribe, but unfortunately, his tribe was ridiculed by those who looked strange before. It was completely different from his blond, white skin, and broad physique. He had black hair, black pupils, and yellow hair. The skin looks a little thin, and in normal times, Amya is absolutely dismissive, thinking that people who are vulnerable are defeated.

Amya was also captured. As a famous warrior of several nearby tribes, Amya has always regarded it as a pity. This is all over. Amya is no longer a brave and great warrior. Shameful captive, the scene of that day was deeply imprinted in his heart.

Wearing a uniform yellow costume, with a yellow scarf wrapped around his head, and holding those incomparably sharp weapons in his hands, just like the legendary artifact, they easily cut our flesh and blood, those fierce and bloodthirsty eyes, a scene The curtain is engraved in his mind and cannot be forgotten!

In Amya's heart now, she has nightmares every night and wakes up countless times in her dreams. Amya recalled the scene of that day, and her body could not help shaking. His wife, Anna, was also taken away by the god of death and thrown into the arms of the gods. Everything about him was destroyed that day.

Thinking of those things, Amya couldn't help clenching her sword, venting her fear and anger among the people in the previous tribes, desperately killing the past, and after a while, he died in him There is one person in hand.

The battle is slowly coming to an end. No matter how brave the people of this tribe are, the gap will always be the gap. They can’t match the weapons and the numbers. How long can they last with their temporary bravery?

After more than half of the soldiers died, the tribe could not help surrendering, accepting the unknown fate in despair.

Looking at the battlefield in front of him, Wang Daniu smiled, um, yes, another tribe surrendered, and he was one step closer to completing the task of Lord Lord.

I ordered them to go down, tie up these barbarians, and slowly push them back to Luoyang. Along the way, they walked back arrogantly.

In the next few days, Zhong Yu's army attacked everywhere and swept away several tribes. He swept away all the tribes with less than 100 members.

A large number of people have been harvested, and behind the harvest are the white bones that have been conquered, the dried blood, and the fertile land for the coming year. Presumably, the grass here will grow more lush than in previous years.

The glory of a soldier is obtained by the sword. The shroud of horse leather is the return of a soldier. Behind the victory, the bones of the soldiers at the bottom have always been piled up. Although the victory has been won, eleven soldiers have left forever. world.

Although it was a pity, the loss of the eleven soldiers was still very worthwhile compared to the gain. Zhong Yu looked at the blue screen in front of him with satisfaction.

Host: Zhong Yu

Status: Lord

Territory: five square kilometers (upgradeable)

Population: 331 people

Army, Yellow Turbans, 39, Servants, 110

Compared to the beginning, his strength has increased three or four times. Zhong Yu couldn't help but feel more confident in his future.

"System, upgrade the territory!" Zhong Yu said with a smile.

"In the process of system upgrade, the territory is upgraded, and it has been successfully upgraded to a pavilion-level territory. The territory upgrade is completed. Congratulations to the host, completing the second-stage territory expansion task (1/7), and obtaining a large gift package. Please check it in time." The system was cold. The ruthless voice came from his ears again.

After Zhong Yu heard the system's voice, his face was overjoyed, and a bright smile appeared on his face. That's great. It's not worth his efforts to annex the tribe and conquer the Quartet in the past few days, and finally achieved the task of upgrading the territory. The system Great gift package, I don't know what I can get out this time, can I make my territory stronger? should be okay.

"System, start the big prize draw." With a hint of excitement, Zhong Yu said slowly to the system.

"Big gift package, the lottery starts, the lottery is in progress, congratulations to the host, I have obtained a special building, a refugee camp, the lottery is over"

As the cold and ruthless voice of the system sounded, a turntable slowly appeared on the blue screen in front of Zhong Yu's eyes, and it was scrolling rapidly. Finally, the turntable stopped at one, indicating a camp icon, that is Expatriate?

Exiles, sure enough, come to whatever you want? Finally, I have some doubts that the result of the lottery is artificially controlled by the system.

I started to lack troops to protect this foundation, and as a result, I immediately sent a copy. The Yellow Turban Army, now that I lacked the population and system, I sent a building of a refugee camp? Is there really no one to control this? That's too coincidental!

primary displaced persons

Elementary special building

Effect: It can produce 100 to 300 refugees every day, and the effective time is seven days.

Looking at the introduction of the refugee camp, Zhong Yu had a few thoughts slowly flowing in his heart. Every day, 100 to 300 refugees are produced, and the effective time is seven days. In this way, even if the minimum 100 lumens per day is calculated, after seven days, there will be seven of them. 100 people, plus the existing 300 people, there are 1,000 people.

If you count the largest 300 people, there will be 2,100 people in seven days. By then, if you conquer the two large tribes, you should be able to get a population of about 300 people, plus 300 people from your own tribe, then Together, there are 2,700 people, which is barely the population of a township.

At that time, I will be able to level up again and gain a larger territory, but all of this is just a lie, and it depends on my luck, and the actual situation, any kind of subtle factors may lead to vastly different results, resulting in Unpredictable consequences.

Hey, take one step at a time! Believe in the results, no matter how you change, you can turn auspicious times into danger. After all, under such difficult circumstances, he was able to successfully survive, and with the great chance of luck that he was able to pass through, it was impossible for him to fail miserably in such a place.