Who said these Indians were stubborn savages?

The Blackfooted Man, the best hunter among the western mountains, never wears shoes in order to approach prey quietly, but uses a kind of black mud to apply his feet since childhood. These days, without the refugees' awareness, the great chief Wufeng and his tribe followed quietly to find where the Ming immigrants who came from across the ocean came from.

They want to kill them all!

It turned into a hunting of wolves and deer. After Mao Xingjian's horror, the exhausted Snake City refugees ran towards the mountain in horror like a frightened deer. The Blackfoot people who had been lurking behind them for many days rushed out of the forest like hungry wolves.

But the deer can still run away quickly with four hooves, but people cannot. It is simply simpler than hunting. A group of Indians laughed cruelly and shot arrows forward and threw out spears. The refugees running in front were nailed to death among the rocks on the hillside like living targets. They were having fun killing people!

At this time, Mao Xingjian's heart was twisted. Every scream added a little guilt in his heart. Every life was like a knife stabbed into his heart. This was a feeling of being more uncomfortable than death!

But with Han Xiaomo on his back, all he could do was run down the mountain desperately.

"Quick! It's safe to hide in the town!"

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The shouting and roaring also alarmed the quiet gem Haizhen in the sea fog.

The dark and shiny long high-heeled military leather boots stepped on the wooden floor, making a creaking sound, and a slim and toned figure appeared on the balcony where Song Yongzhong was always standing looking. The green boat-shaped military cap was buckled on her long red hair on her shoulders, and the right hand wrapped in a dark green military uniform was carrying a large antique turtle. The bronze axe was carved with patterns of dragons and beasts, which looked murderous.

She yawned impatiently, and her delicate left hand then raised the telescope hanging on her plump chest to her bright eyes.

"What the hell?"

After looking around, her eyebrows frowned reluctantly, and then the heavy turtle on her right hand suddenly hit the ground. Then, she suddenly swung the bronze axe face forward!

At this time, the refugee group that had experienced the desperate running finally escaped to Baoshihai Town. Less than fifty meters behind were those black-footed people who were like wolves and tigers. With Han Xiaomo on his back, Mao Xingjian rushed into the town gate with a violent breath, shouting with all his might.

"Enemy attack! Weapons are buried under the barracks, prepare for the fight immediately! Respond to the fight!"

But even though he roared with all his might, the town in the thick fog was still dead silent, and there was not even a ghost shadow. Behind him, terrified screams still came one after another. Looking back at the ferocious native doors behind him, a sense of despair completely appeared on his face, which was no longer smooth and covered with wind and frost.

However, at this moment, bursts of urgent penetrating force, and the dull but loud drum sound suddenly sounded violently, as if the drum sounds were alarmed even nature. With the drum, the strong wind suddenly rolled up by the sea, blowing the rich sea fog in the morning in a corner. The crowded sea of ​​gems appeared in front of Mao Xingjian in an instant. After a dull and incredible look, the prince sat limply on the ground.

At the same time, outside the town, the sudden trembling drum sound made the black-footed people who were rushing forward with a brutal stop in shock. Looking at the Snake City refugees running in panic, Wufeng suddenly slapped his wrinkled old-skinned slap. After listening for a few seconds, he suddenly raised his head with a serious expression and screamed. The loose-fitting black-footed people who were running were gathering in a group with his shouting. The Indian warriors in front carefully weighed the spear at hand.

Two long and loud howls sounded again, and then, the rapid footsteps sounded densely in the sea fog. In the surprised gazes of the Indians, "monsters" with large circles on their upper bodies and black hard skin ran out from both sides of the refugees. With the sound of steel, they stopped for more than ten meters in front of them, and the circle suddenly hit the ground in a row. Before they could react, the monsters running behind smashed the long circle on the body to form the second row. In just over ten seconds, a one-hundred-meter-high original wall blocked them in front of these Indians in the unbelievable eyes.

Immediately afterwards, an iron man, who was considered a normal point, had black hard skin all over his body, appeared on the edge of the round wall, and suddenly waved his sword forward, roaring with a sonorous roar.

"The left guard of the Central Army Governor's Office, and the female general of the Left Wu Guard have an order! Kill all these barbarians!"

"drink!"

As he shouted, the entire round wall stood up. With his neat steps, he pressed over thousands of warriors from the Blackfoot Indian tribes with great oppression. Looking at the huge monster, the Blackfoot man was obviously furious. I don’t know who shouted and took turns to throw guns. A group of Indians smashed the heavy guys in their hands hard. Amid the crackling sound, several advanced Blackfoot man picked up the Spanish mesh rope gun seized from Mexico and hugged the fire. The attacks all over the sky were like heavy rain hitting lotus leaves. The heavy guys swayed the shield wall.

But except for a few spears with four-edged harpoons brought from Mao Xingjian, the rest fell directly to the ground after hitting them hard, and the Spanish mesh guns with high hopes were also embedded in the luxurious forged metal skin on the shield. After being hit, the huge monster still pressed forward neatly.

He was completely furious, and Wufeng raised the iron axe in his hand. Beside him, the black-footed man screamed and waved the iron axe, and threw his rod into the gun, rushed to the front of the iron shield formation. The heavy weapon slammed on the shield wall, and the noise even overwhelmed the drum sound.

But all his attention was on the shield wall in front of him. These black-footed Indians did not notice that the refugees had run away on both sides of the shield wall, and instead they were iron helmets decorated with deer skin or cow horns on their heads, with long swords close to their height, spreading rapidly from their wings, forming an arc to wrap themselves up.

Seeing the Iron Shield Formation pushing out more than 40 meters with a ping-pong blow, the battlefield had been fully unfolded, and the officer hiding behind the Iron Shield Formation shouted out fiercely with a sharp roar.

"kill!"

Swish~

Just now, he was passively beaten. In the cracks of the harmless iron shield formation of idle people and animals, a crazy and sharp spear was neatly pierced. With the sound of slapping, the two or three warriors of the Indians who were caught off guard were pierced by the spear tips that were pierced out. The blood was poured on the cold snow like mountain spring water.

Behind the squat, the third row of gun shield soldiers squatted down and raised the shield above their heads. In the fourth row, they shouted, and a row of Japanese samurai recruited suddenly jumped on the shield. They were immediately raised and threw out by the tall Central Plains gun shield soldiers. Before these black-footed men woke up from the gun, the cold and long sword was slashed down in the air. With the crackling sound, nearly a whole row of black-footed men were killed by the head. A bloodstain cracked from their feathered head and fell to the ground limply.

It was not a war, it could be called the art of war. The Tokugawa samurai who broke into the central army immediately waved his long sword like a top and slashed left and right. Thousands of Toyotomi samurai on both sides also neatly pulled out fifty swords and squeezed fiercely at the ribs of the black-footed man. With the sound of the crackling knife slashing flesh, the black-footed man with one face and one face was chopped to the ground.

The spear suddenly pulled back, holding a shield in his left hand and loosened the formation with his right hand. The conflicted soldiers from Shaanxi Central Plains also roared and rushed forward. As they were hit by the black-footed Indians who were thrown behind the Tokugawa samurai, one after another, were pierced by the spears of more than three meters.

In the face of the precise formation battle, these primitive tribal warriors had no room for resistance. Around them, they were full of sharp samurai swords. Before they could fork out a short spear of more than one meter, a spear from a distance had already stabbed over the face. The blood could not stop from the beginning of the flow, dyeing the earth blood red. Hundreds of indigenous people were cut down in the ice and snow like cutting leeks.

With a bang, the clan leader of the clan on the left held a wooden spear to block the samurai sword that was chopping down on his face. But the next second, another blade lightning cut his face in half, cutting his thick face in half. In his heart-wrenching scream, the blade that had just blocked was cut down again, and a ferocious bloody hole bloomed in front of the chest wrapped in animal skins. His thick body suddenly turned around, and the brave clan leader collapsed limply among the pile of corpses.

On the right, Hu Feng, a great wizard in the tribe, holding up the staff tied with a fox skeleton, still raising morale loudly, cursing the enemy, and stabbed him with a sharp knife. With a loud bang, the narrow blade directly stabbed him into his heart. The respected wizard looked at the long knife in his chest in disbelief, and several more knifes stabbed into his body in succession. The owner of the first knife drew his sword again, and slashed the sword in amid his hideous and cruel laughter.

Crack~ Just like those Ming immigrants in Snake City who were slaughtered and cut off their heads, his head was also cut off.

His eyes were full of horror, and he shouted, pulling the longbow seized from Snake City. The chief Wufeng turned his head in fear and ran up the mountain. Around him, the ferocious Indian black feet, cried and threw down their weapons, turned around and fled.

Behind them, the Central Plains infantry with red eyes, the Japanese samurai held high, the bloody spear and long sword, chasing behind them excitedly. Behind the crowd, there was a roar of excitement like thunder. Under the rapid sound of horse hooves, two teams of hundreds of cavalry rushed out of the formation of flower buds, and slashed sabers high, rolling downwards.

These hunters who just enjoyed killing and became other people's prey in a blink of an eye.

The axe blade crossed the ice of the stone, leaving a deep trace. She took twenty-four halberd guards, left guards, and the female general Adrena also walked to the entrance of the town majestic. She looked at Mao Xingjian, who was full of frost and haggard face, followed the stretcher, grabbed the sleeves of the old military doctor and shouted anxiously. She shook her head helplessly, then she suddenly raised the big axe and shouted out again.

"The sniper team is advancing! I don't want the army's military information to be leaked, and I will kill the enemy without leaving any one!"

The old Qin army roar, which was popular in the army, suddenly rang out, holding a longer flintlock rifle. With the sound of a clamor, two more brigades of hundreds of infantry rushed to the battlefield.

On the hillside in the distance, Liu Zongmin rode out with his horse's butt. With the horse's power, the two-meter-long big knife suddenly lifted from bottom to top. With the crackling sound, a running black-footed man was slashed into two pieces.

The hot blood splattered on his old face covered with a hideous beard, but it made him laugh even more excitedly.
Chapter completed!