The warriors of the Poison Fire Tribe each carried two spears, and some carried bundles of spears on their backs, more than 1,300 people, probably more than 3,000. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Now, the spears were almost gone, and they couldn't knock Mark's camp down.

The firepower in the camp was still very fierce, bullets kept shooting, and the warriors of the Poison Fire Tribe rushed many times in a row, but they couldn't break through the fire net, and they were beaten back again and again.

The Dark Cloud Bull threw out another spear, and when he wanted to ask for it again, he found that it was gone, so he could only draw his scimitar and wonder if he would rush to kill it.

One of the subordinates beside the Dark Cloud Manniu rushed out first, but before he could run a few steps forward, he was already shot, and a bullet burst his head.

Seeing this situation, even if the dark cloud bull couldn't bear it anymore, he could only endure it.

Gradually, the firepower in the camp gradually weakened, and a lot of ammunition was consumed, so you could only save bullets.

Finally, the dark cloud barbarian bull waited for the opportunity, and ordered the clansmen to organize a small-scale charge again.

There were almost a hundred warriors of the Poison Fire Tribe, desperately holding thick logs as cover, rushing to the camp from six or seven different positions.

Seeing that he was about to rush to the camp, another grenade was thrown, killing dozens of people in an instant, and the rest were killed by bullets, and another round of charging failed.

After fighting for nearly an hour, the Dark Cloud Barbarian Niu didn't know how many of his clansmen had died, but he knew that there were corpses of his clansmen everywhere.

Anger burned in the chest of the cloudy bull, and he wanted to kill all those mercenaries, but there was nothing he could do now.

At this moment, Luo Hongchen ran over and said to the dark clouds: "It's not a way to fight like this. They are all mercenaries, and they have guns in their hands, which are not easy to deal with at all. There is no way to rush and kill like this, and you can only lose manpower in vain. Why don't we withdraw first, and then find a way to deal with them. ”

Luo Hongchen is a Chinese, he is not an indigenous, and he knows too well the power of modern weapons.

With the brute strength and cold weapons of these people in the Poison Fire Tribe, how could they deal with those mercenaries with loaded guns and ammunition, and if they continue to fight, the people of the Poison Fire Tribe may all be exhausted.

If that's the case, what will Taluo Hongchen do to deal with the natives of the snake tribe at that time?

Speaking of which, Luo Hongchen couldn't help but admire Liu Mang, he really couldn't figure it out, how did Liu Mang get such a large number of mercenaries to enter Death Valley, he couldn't imagine that he could do it.

You must know that Liu Mang was tricked into the jungle by him with dark clouds and sweetness, how did he get so many mercenaries, it is too incomprehensible.

Hearing Luo Hongchen's words, the Dark Cloud Barbarian Niu said in a deep voice with a dark face: "No one in my Poisonous Fire Tribe is a coward, so many warriors have died today, if you don't cut off the heads of those people, the warriors of my Poisonous Fire Tribe can only be called cowards!" High priest, where is the high priest? ”

An old man with strange tattoos strode over, and the bullets seemed to have eyes that could avoid him, and no bullet could hit him.

When the high priest arrived, the dark cloud barbarian knelt down on one knee for him, "Honorable high priest, the warriors of our tribe are bleeding, and now we can only use your divine power, please use your divine power to help us." ”

The high priest groped the top of the head of the cloudy bull, "My child, the god of fire will bless you, and the god of fire will send down divine fire and burn those who are outside the world!" ”

With these words, the High Priest pulled out a very small skull from his bosom, dripped blood on the skull, and chanted a spell.

The skull glowed a blinding red in an instant, and two balls of fire flew out of its eyes, shooting towards the camp, merging together in mid-air.

The closer the fire got to the camp, it grew larger, from the size of a glass ball to a giant fireball at least two meters in diameter.

In the camp, the mercenaries had discovered the strangeness, but there was nothing they could do to stop the fireball from flying over, and they watched as the fireball fell to the defensive line, not only burning a few mercenaries to death, but also setting fire to the logs used as cover.

Immediately afterward, several huge fireballs flew over, and the defense line on the east side of the camp was almost engulfed in flames.

The warriors of the Poison Fire Tribe seized this opportunity, and the Dark Cloud Barbarian Bull took the lead, leading two or three hundred warriors, and rushed madly towards the camp.

The mercenaries were shot by thousands of spears and lost almost half of their people, and they could only barely establish a defensive line, and now that the east was a sea of fire, there was no way to rebuild the defensive line in a short time, and the warriors of the poisonous fire tribe quickly approached, and they were about to rush closer.

Sensing that something was wrong, Hong Sang, the insect descender, released thousands of poisonous insects, turned into a black cloud, flew through the gap between the two flames, and flew towards the natives who were killing with great momentum.

Before the poisonous insects could get closer, a fireball smashed over, turning all the poisonous insects into flying ashes.

The Dark Wizard used sorcery to summon several sword-wielding skeletons on the periphery of the defensive line, but only to temporarily block them.

Mark was already frightened, he couldn't have imagined that those natives were so powerful, if they killed them, it would be over, and he yelled hoarsely, "Come on, come on, you must block them, block them, you must not let them rush in!" ”

Before Mark's words fell, the dark cloud brute bull held a scimitar with a cold cold air, and rushed in first by jumping through the flames.

Two tower-like giants greeted them and fought with the Dark Cloud Bull.

The warriors of the Poisonfire Tribe continued to rush into the camp, and the mercenary's defense line was completely torn apart!

On the top of the towering giant tree a few hundred meters away, Liu Mang's big hand was retracted from the soft bodies of the two beauties, stood up, and swung his fist fiercely towards the sky, a Vulcan fist was struck, and the fist of flames went straight to the sky.

The flame fist exuded a motherly light, almost lighting up the jungle, this is the signal that Liu Mang said to the black tiger before, it's time to make a move!

The scimitars in the hands of the eight hundred warriors of the Serpent tribe were already hungry and thirsty, longing for the taste of blood, eager to cut off the heads of the invaders and defend the homeland they had guarded for thousands of years.

The dazzling flame fist in the sky made all the eight hundred warriors raise their scimitars and let out a thunderous roar, and under the leadership of the first warrior of the snake tribe, the black tiger, they slaughtered in the direction of the camp like a tide.

Eight hundred warriors rushed forward at the same time, and the earth trembled.

Liu Mang stood quietly on top of the giant tree, watching those snake warriors running from a distance, passing under the tree, and killing in the direction of the camp, and suddenly remembered the dream not long ago, countless people prostrate at his feet, worship him as the lord and serve him as the king! (To be continued.) )