Kill the Tatam and make the warriors of the Tucker tribe lose their fighting spirit.

Tatam is not dead, the morale of the Tucker tribe is not dissipated, even if Zhao Hui can win in the end, his thousand cavalry will suffer heavy losses.

"Patriarch, let's go, the Demon Eagle is coming." The warriors of the Tucker tribe shouted.

Many people stood firmly in front of Tatamu, but they couldn't resist the impact of Zhao Huidianwei at all.

"Patriarch go quickly, we will stop them." The warriors of the Tucker tribe shouted.

Ta Tamu looked at Zhao Hui Dianwei more than a dozen feet away and rushed towards him.

He shook his head very firmly: "I won't leave, they are not invincible, we can definitely defeat them." ”

Although the morale of the tribe just now, it was boosted by Tatam.

But Tatam knew very well that if he retreated at this time, he ran away, and there was no patriarch like him here, and the morale that had just been gathered would soon disperse.

It is very dangerous to stay here and face the demon eagle that has changed color in the grassland, but he still has to fight.

If he had turned and fled, and the warriors of these tribes had helped him resist, he would have survived.

He had fled, but the Tucker tribe behind him would be a thing of the past. He will be the eternal sinner of the Tucker tribe.

If the Tak tribe is gone, is there still a need for him to exist?

Tatam would rather die in battle than live in the world.

"Come on, come and kill me, I'm here, come on." Tatam shouted loudly.

He didn't want to run away, he pinned his hopes on the warriors of the tribe.

After killing them for so long, didn't this so-called Demon Eagle still fail to defeat them.

"You are also human, and you are not invincible." Tatam continued.

His position has been exposed, and if he doesn't speak, Zhao Hui is killing him.

Tatam only hoped that his words would once again stimulate the blood of his tribe's warriors, so that they would no longer be afraid.

They are not without hope of victory.

The strongest warriors of the Tucker tribe have all gathered around Tatam.

There was no fear in everyone's expressions, and there was a burning fire of battle in their eyes.

If there was no Zhao Hui, there would be no two hundred Mo sword teams, and there would be no Zhao Hui's thousand cavalry.

With the five thousand cavalry of Tieye III alone, even if he chooses to attack at night.

Facing the warriors of the Tucker tribe at this moment, they have no hope of victory.

Because of Tatam, what the Tak tribe is now showing is the momentum of a desperate battle.

No one wants to fight with such an army.

Miracles can always occur when the boat is wrecked and the enemy is ten times his size.

The most common strategy is to deliberately give the enemy a feeling that they have a way to escape and avoid the enemy from fighting to the death.

In a raid like tonight, most of the tribes will quickly collapse.

The cavalry led by Zhao Hui Dian Wei has a strong strength, which will make the enemy more fearful at night and give birth to a feeling of invincibility.

However, Tatam relied on his own strength to stabilize the tribal warriors who were about to collapse, and even made them burst out with the momentum of fighting against the water.

Even from the enemy's point of view, Zhao Hui admired a patriarch like Tatam.

It's just a pity that the two sides are enemies now, and Zhao Hui can't be soft.

One by one, the warriors of the Tucker tribe who stood in front of Tatam were killed by the Mo knife in Zhao Hui's hand.

Zhao Hui, who was bathed in blood, was under the moonlight, and the mask on his face was glowing with a ghostly light, like a god of war from hell.

Even in the face of the powerful and incomparable Zhao Hui, none of these warriors of the Tuck tribe retreated.

But even if they paid for their lives, they only slowed down the pace of the yellow lion a little, and they couldn't stop Zhao Hui from advancing.

"Why can he be so strong." Tatamu looked at Zhao Hui, who was bathing in the blood of his own people under the moon, and roared in his heart.

Zhao Hui is not alone, he has Dian Wei by his side, Zhang Wang Liaohua, and two hundred Mo knife teams.

One person fell into an army of 1,000 people, and Zhao Hui could only escape. You may not even be able to kill it.

But when there were two hundred Mo sword teams around him, even if he was caught in an army of 10,000 people, as long as Zhao Hui was given time, he could kill hundreds of thousands of enemy troops alone.

Because there are people behind him or even left and right, Zhao Hui only needs to care about the enemies in front of him.

As long as there is no master to stop him, Zhao Hui can keep rushing and killing.

Looking at Zhao Hui, who was getting closer and closer, Tatam began to despair in his heart.

The tribal warriors he pinned his hopes on failed to kill Zhao Hui.

The Demon Eagle is still the Demon Eagle after all, and the Tucker tribe can only become the prey of the Demon Eagle.

"The god of the steppe, why do you treat me like this?" Tatam was desperate, but he was still unwilling to fail.

When Zhao Hui killed him, Tatamu did not give up.

Seeing the Mo knife in Zhao Hui's hand slashing at him, Tatamu didn't resist, and the spear in his hand stabbed Zhao Hui's heart.

If he can die with this terrible devil in front of him, his Tucker may still have a glimmer of hope.

Completely ignoring the Mo knife in Zhao Hui's hand, Tatam was dissatisfied with the sweat beads of his hand, clutching the spear tightly, his eyes staring at the spear head, how he hoped that the spear head could pierce Zhao Hui's heart.

"It's a pity." Zhao Hui sighed secretly.

The Tucker tribe is seven hundred miles north of the Iron Leaf tribe.

The Iron Leaf Tribe is already more than 1,200 miles away from Shanggu County.

The spies sent to the grassland by Zhao Hui before had no contact with the Tak tribe.

However, if I knew Tatam before, the current result will not change.

Tatam is not Tie Yesan, and a person like him will not cooperate with Zhao Hui.

The Mo knife in Zhao Hui's hand turned slightly, like an arm, and a pair of bloody hands fell to the ground. A spear was clutched tightly by the severed hands.

Cutting off Ta Tamu's hands, Zhao Hui did not withdraw the Mo knife, but raised it upward, and the blade cut Ta Tamu's throat.

"Tatam is dead, why don't you get off your horse and surrender?" Tie Ye San was running on the battlefield, and his voice spread to everyone on the battlefield.

The wolf's tooth and white bone stick in his hand struck the head of the warrior of the Tucker tribe.

The heads, like watermelons, burst open. On top of the wolf's tooth and white bone stick, there are pieces of minced meat.

In this night battle, as the patriarch of the Iron Leaf Tribe and the first warrior, countless warriors of the Tucker tribe died under the mace of the Iron Leaf Three.

After getting along for a few months, Tie Yesan knew very well that although he asked Zhao Hui for help, if the people of their tribe wanted to paddle, the result would be miserable.

In front of Zhao Hui, Tie Yesan didn't dare to play any scheming.

As the entire battlefield was filled, there were voices of Tatam being killed, dismounted and surrendered.

The people of the Tucker tribe have finally lost their fighting spirit. But instead of surrendering, they chose to flee.

Because they knew that even if they surrendered, the Iron Leaf tribe would not let them go.

Most of the men will be killed, and only those who are less threatening will be left alive and become the assets of the Iron Leaf Tribe.

(End of chapter)