I build an army in a two-dimensional world

A hard worker fled back from the south in panic.

It was originally carrying the foundation back to the tribe, but it encountered dense enemies. The rest of its companions were all eaten, and only it was left alive.

The tribe seems to have been invaded, and the situation is unknown.

Kulipa in the entire mining field fell into uneasiness, and so did Wang Fugui.

Gu Long became impatient and walked around Wang Fugui, murmuring and asking: "Lord, what is going on? Who invaded our tribe?"

"I'm afraid it's the Gorma tribe... Even though we no longer expand to the east, they still discovered our presence."

"The Gorma tribe is the culprit behind the destruction of Timon's homeland!"

"Gulong, the situation is very bad. I have to go back while you stay at the Asal stronghold."

"No..." Gu Long was a little shocked. He quickly grabbed Wang Fugui and said, "Lord, the tribe is in danger now. If you go back, you will die. We should hide in this stronghold. It is safer here."

"The tribe cannot be lost! The tribe is the birthplace of energy. If we lose it, everyone will have nothing to eat, and this mining farm will collapse!"

"Don't-" Gu Long was still worried and stared at him blankly.

This guy wants to stop him because he knows that the tribe is in danger, and maybe even the lord will be there!

"After I leave, the Jizi Mining Field will be handed over to you." Wang Fugui was quite moved, but pushed Gulong away and said, "When in danger, hide in the stronghold and be sure to guard this place!"

Wang Fugui led a team of coolies towards the direction of the tribe.

Gu Long wanted to follow him, but he scolded him and returned to the stronghold honestly.

When Wang Fugui arrived forty units away from the tribe, he stopped going any further.

The outside of the tribe was in a mess, many [farms] were destroyed, and there were even two-dimensional creatures eating away at the corpses.

These guys seemed to be protecting [the farm], but ultimately failed.

Wang Fugui saw this scene from a distance and was very angry.

The dead guys also had clan members, and Wang Fugui thought that one day he could lead them to a new era together.

Unexpectedly, they have been buried in the cold two-dimensional world forever.

At that time, the war was not over yet.

The dark Gorma tribe warriors almost surrounded the entire tribe's base camp.

Because the tribe was surrounded, he couldn't go back inside for a short time.

According to Kulipa's information, the number of troops dispatched by Gorma was one hundred and fifty, which was far from the natives.

This is an astonishing number!

Looking at Wang Fugui's entire tribe, there are only a hundred members in total, and only half of them stay in the base camp, and most of them are hard laborers.

They are no match for Gorma's army at all. This was originally a war of unequal strength.

Although we were outnumbered, Timon and his clan did not give up their resistance!

Fortunately, the tribe built two inner and outer walls, as well as five stone-throwing towers, which Timon and the clan defended to the death.

If not, the tribe would have been captured long ago.

Under the fierce attack of the Gorma tribe, the two outer [Primitive Sling Towers] have been damaged, and the remains of the base are scattered everywhere.

The surviving Coolipa clan did not retreat, and stuck to the remaining three [Primitive Stone Throwing Towers] to block the Gorma tribe's attack.

If it were an ordinary coolie, it would have fled long ago, but they didn't do that.

Because these guys are no longer wandering coolies, but small slave owners of the tribe, who own their own property here.

Even the hard workers share the same hatred.

Because they can only eat energy if they stay in the tribe, once the tribe fails, they will most likely be eaten as food!

Wang Fugui felt even worse when he saw that the tribe was still fighting desperately.

The Gorma tribe was stronger than he thought, and the dozen or so Coolipa tribe warriors he brought back were not enough to turn the tide of the war.

Now that the tribe is besieged, it is already a piece of meat on the sword, and will be captured sooner or later.

Faced with such a situation, Wang Fugui was helpless.

Kulipa, who followed Wang Fugui southward, was instinctively frightened and knew that the tribe was hopeless. They shouted "Agulla" in an attempt to persuade Wang Fugui to leave.

Wang Fugui could indeed leave and start a new business, but he did not do so.

Timon and the clans of the tribe were still resisting, so how could he bear to abandon them?

Now he is not alone, but the lord of the tribe.

He thought about it carefully and thought of an ancient tradition in the Denor continent.

Tribes can surrender to each other, and not all bug people are as crazy as Coolipa.

But few tribes do this. This not only represents humiliation, but the surrendering tribes must disarm and pay tribute.

At this moment of life and death, Wang Fugui made the final decision.

He led Coolipa to capture the Gorma tribe insect man wandering around the periphery, but did not kill it, but let it go back to deliver a message-his tribe was willing to surrender.

Not long after, dense crowds of insect-men came towards Wang Fugui, and the leader was a bloated insect-man.

It was barely mobile, being pushed around by several bug-men.

The coolipas around wanted to escape, but Wang Fugui did not do so because Gorma was not here to kill them.

The bloated insect man looked at Wang Fugui, looked around, and asked, "Do you want to surrender to the Gorma tribe?"

"Yes."

The guys from the Gorma tribe all looked at each other, even the bloated insect man was surprised.

It added: "Then do you know the price of surrender?"

"I know." Wang Fugui said: "As long as this war ends, I will abolish the tribal army, surrender to Gorma and pay tribute."

The bloated insect people were a little surprised, because the small tribes that surrendered would inevitably perish in the end.

Once they become vassals of other tribes, almost the entire tribe will become slaves, and life will become increasingly difficult.

"Since you are afraid of us, surrender is not impossible." The bloated insect man muttered.

At this time, a skinny insect man from the Gorma tribe crawled in front of the bloated insect man and said: "Lord Babamo, don't agree to their surrender."

"Why?" said the bloated insect man.

"It's not easy for this tribe to build something horrific like that."

"But they are just a group of coolies...except for those things that can spit out foundation stones, there is nothing to worry about." The bloated insect man looked at Wang Fugui and said, "Little thing, surrender to us. You have to take down those weird things."

The bugmen of the Gorma tribe felt that it made sense. Facing the slinging tower, they suffered a lot.

Wang Fugui was silent.

The bloated insect man was a little impatient: "This is the bottom line."

Everyone was waiting for Wang Fugui's answer, but he thought for a while and said, "No problem, I will dismantle the tribe's stone throwing tower."

"Okay, as long as you pay tribute and become a vassal, I will let you live." The bloated insect man said.

And the skinny guy whispered: "Master Babamo, you have to understand that after those things are dismantled, they can still be built..."

"What are you worried about? They are just a tribe of coolies. They are as small as they come. I have never seen such a weak tribe."

The skinny insect man came to Wang Fugui and tore off one of his tail limbs in public, but he could only endure it.

Although the two-dimensional creature doesn't cause much pain, it is a naked humiliation.

Seeing this, the bugmen of Gorma all ridiculed this small tribal lord who had surrendered.

Seeing the lord being so aggrieved, the Kulipa clan became extremely angry, but they did not dare to act rashly.

The skinny guy also moved back and forth arrogantly beside Wang Fugui and said: "Despicable insect man, don't think about building those things again, otherwise we will mercilessly attack your tribe again and kill you all! "

"I understand..." Wang Fugui replied humbly.

In fact, in his mind, there were ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past, and he was actually bullied by a group of two-dimensional creatures!