Seeing that Sha Mu didn't answer, Ji Thief asked: "What's the matter with Sha Mu, are you not willing?"

Sha Mu shook his head: "No, not the patriarch, I do, I do."

Ji thief smiled and said, "Do it hard."

Sha Mu blushed and nodded vigorously.

Subsequently, Ji Thief arranged some things.

In the next three days, Ahu successfully tied people in his south pocket and completed the encirclement. At this time, everyone's injuries were almost recovered.

Ji thief is still the same, discussing with the patriarchs and persons in charge every day how to take the Li Volcano Valley back with minimal losses.

On this day, Usma found the thief and said that he had made some fake trebuchets, and asked the thief to see how it was.

Leading the crowd to the front, Ji Zei looked up and saw that there were indeed trebuchets standing there. There were more than twenty trebuchets in a row. It was hard to tell which one was true and which one was false.

Li Ya, who followed to watch the excitement, asked people around him: "Is this thing a trebuchet? What is it for?"

When someone explained to Li Ya, the latter was immediately full of disdain: "Just blow it, how can it be possible to throw the stone more than 400 steps, I believe forty steps."

Ji Zei pursed his lips and called Usma to ask: "Which one is fake?"

Usma sold a pass: "Master Patriarch, first guess which one is fake? But you are not allowed to touch or try."

Ji Thief smiled upon hearing the words: "You are giving me a problem, right? You can do it, then I guess."

Speaking hard, the thief stepped forward and looked back and forth outside ten paces, while watching, while sneaking at Usma.

You can see the expression on Usma's face that counts me as losing.

"This one?"

"No."

"Is that this?"

"Nor."

"That's it."

"Not yet."

Ji thief pointed at more than a dozen in a row, but Usma rejected it. In the end, Ji thief became impatient: "Okay, tell me that one is true and that one is false. Hurry up, or I Cut you."

"Uh···"

Scratching his head awkwardly, Usma said, "These are all fakes."

Ji Thief didn't react at first, but after nodding, suddenly huh? After a cry, I looked back at Usma: "All fake?"

Usma said: "Yes, look at the patriarch. You are so familiar with the trebuchet and can't tell if you stand so close. You think, let's take this thing out of the Li volcanic valley. Pendulum, will A Jie recognize the true and false? Will the people under him recognize it?"

The thief smiled: "Oh, you Usma, you're a thief, yes, you can do things well. I will write down your reward first. After I conquer the Li Volcanic Valley, I will reward you."

Usma: "Hehe, I knew it was this."

"Hey, don't you have a tight hand now? You know, our currency is all in the Li volcanic valley, I can't get it out."

"Come on, just say it if you don't want to."

"Do you still want to meet Ain?"

Usma immediately changed her expression and said with a flattering and disgusting look: "I'll just talk about it, I'll just talk about it, patriarch, don't be angry."

The thief slapped Usma on the shoulder: "Come on and continue to do it, and strive to collect a hundred trebuchets on the day of the battle."

"It's the patriarch."

Time flies by again, ten days is not long, and short is not short.

On this day, it was the ten-day deadline.

The thief gathered everyone together, together with the newly recruited 300 people, plus 600 reinforcements from nine tribes, counted as one thousand helpers in the natural plains, and nearly two thousand gathered in front of the valley.

Before leaving, Ji Thief held Xue's hand and said with a smile on his face: "Sister, wait for me here."

Xue hummed, and promised: "Warrior, don't worry. In terms of logistics, I will help you take care of it, and you will not be disappointed."

The thief laughed loudly, stepped on the Sabretooth Tiger, carried the golden eagle on his shoulders, held a flag gun, and pointed diagonally towards the eastern plain: "Go!"

The sun was rising to the east, and Ji Thief's flag spear was pointed at the sun that exposed half of the horizon.

Looking at the distant figures of Ji Thief and others, Xue pursed her lips, her emotions a bit complicated.

The witch took Xue's hand and kindly comforted him: "Don't worry, Xue, the warrior will come back when he left. A Jie is not a warrior's opponent."

Xue raised a smile and said, "I know."

Shou sighed next to him: "It's a pity that I hurt so much that I haven't recovered yet. Otherwise, I really want to go with the patriarch."

Li Ya was standing on the cross bridge holding her arms full of discomfort, and muttered: "I just can't figure it out. Why can't I go even if people at the age of Usma go?"

Ayin clenched her fists and stared at Li Ya. She wanted to say that Lord Usma just looked at her old age and was not really old, but she just reached her lips, but she didn't say anything because she was shy.

The team marched, and at noon, they had entered the Eastern Plain.

Leihuo worked as a spy in front of the Twelve Deaths, constantly running back and forth between the Li Volcano Valley and the Ji thief army, passing the news back.

I learned that A Jie hasn't moved until now, just when he stayed in the valley. Ji Zei hissed and squeezed his chin and muttered: "Is A Jie planning to rely on the defense of Li Volcano Valley to defend himself?"

Usma blinked and asked the thief: "Master Patriarch, what should we do? If that's the case, it's hard for us to attack."

Tushan looked back at the army behind him: "What are you afraid of? We have two thousand people."

The beast blood responded: "Yes, so many of us can trap them even if they surround them."

Ji Thief shook his head: "The last person who did this was the Qingfeng tribe. Everyone knows what happened? A Jie is not a fool, he definitely thought of this."

"Then let's attack."

"Strike is only used when there is no other way. Forget it, let's not talk about it for now, let's check it out later."

Around the evening, the army came to Li volcano valley.

The wind blew the flag, rustled, and floated above Ji Zei's head.

Tushan led dozens of Shanying tribesmen guarding by the thief, holding the huge banner made by Usma in his hand, took a deep breath, and shouted: "A Jie! Come out and die!!!"

Tushan fell, and nearly two thousand people began to roar and shout.

The loudness of the sound is earth-shattering.

As a result, there were countless livestock walking and shouting in the valley.

On the cross bridge of the Li volcano valley, countless torches rose quickly, and A Jie appeared under the torch, squinting his eyes to look out.

With a sigh, Ji Thief raised the flag and spear in his hand, pointed at the cross bridge and shouted: "A Jie!"

This roar sounded like a nine-day thunder, and A Jie was already ready, but he still felt that the two were fighting and his legs were weak.

I don't know why, A Jie seems to have seen an angry king who is about to put himself on trial.

He knew that it would not work at all, his every move is related to everyone's morale.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue and bit down fiercely. The severe pain made him wake up, stood up straight again, and also responded loudly: "Ji Thief!"

A series of sparks rubbed up under the dim sky.

Between heaven and earth, it was extremely quiet.

Except for the sound of the wind, there was no more noise.

In this situation, Ji Thief suddenly smiled.

Laughing presumptuously, laughing boldly.

As a result, thousands of people on both sides could hear Ji Thief's laughter floating between heaven and earth.

"Your and my decisive battle, this begins. I hope you can hold on for a little longer and don't let me down.

Ji thief said.

A Jie waved his hand, and someone took the banner that had been standing in the Li Volcano Valley.

A Jie stretched his hand to pull the hemp rope around his waist, pulled down his pants with one hand, and stood on the cross bridge. In front of many people, he poured down the animal skin banner.

Outside the valley, under the light of the fire, the people in charge who came along saw this scene, and they were all furious.

Usma, Tushan, Aniu, Oga, Shamu, Awei, as well as Acai and A-Gump who were transferred back to fight, were all so angry that they stared at them, waiting to swallow A Jie.

"A Jie, you are looking for death!!!"

Before the words fall, these people will rush forward.

Ji Thief shouted in a low voice: "Bring me back!"

Everyone stopped and looked back at Ji Thief: "Master Patriarch!"

The thief did not speak, and looked up at Hengqiao.

Under the firelight, A Jie had a jealous look on his face, and he used a copper spear to pick up the flavourful banner: "Ji thief, your time has passed."