Chapter 1555: The Demands of the Guza Tribe

avors I have received over these years, there are countless to count. It's impossible to calculate precisely, but in terms of silver, it would be around four or five million taels."Even Chen Tong cou...Chapter 1555: The Needs of the Guza Tribe

Perhaps to show off their martial prowess, the small band of people came up to Li Chen and instead of stopping, they circled around him and his group, swinging their whips and letting out a series of whimpering cries.

This is a demonstration.

It was clearly meant to intimidate Li Chen.

Li Chen wasn't angry. He glanced at Zhao Tailei, but saw Zhao Tailei smiling at him.

"Chen Tong."

Li Chen said faintly, “Break it.”

Chen Tong, hearing this, didn't hesitate. He took down the fire gun from his back, loaded it directly, aimed at a knight, and fired without any hesitation.

Boom.

Smoke mingled with the sound of gunfire, and the targeted knight cried out as he tumbled from his horse.

This scene suddenly heightened the tension.

The knights of the Guza tribe reined in their horses, their eyes gleaming with malice as they fixed their gaze on Li Chen.

Zhao Tai glanced at the knight on the ground, moaning in agony. He pursed his lips.

"Is this how the prince of Qin treats his friends"

A crisp female voice came, and Li Chen saw a slender woman riding the tallest black horse, glaring at him unpleasantly.

"Who are you" Li Chen asked.

"I am the chief of the Guza tribe."

With a slight lift of her chin, the woman said proudly, "My name is Guzailov. Zhao Tailai is also my husband."

Li Chen nodded understandingly and asked, "Your former leader"

"He is dead."

Guzailov's face showed no sorrow, he replied faintly, "Three months ago, died in the Wolf Den."

Sometimes, a single point can make things clear.

The old leader died, he still died in the Wolf's Den.

It's no wonder the Guza tribe was willing and courageous enough to cooperate with the Qin Dynasty.

Pointing to the knight on the ground, Li Chen said, “My men haven't seen much of the world. Your large-scale display scared him, and it was inevitable that he would have an accidental discharge.”

"The chief should understand, right"ssion.Over a hundred cavalrymen, each clad in black armor from head to toe, towered over everyone else. Every single one stood at least five foot nine or taller. The standardized black armor they wore...