"Work harder, work harder!" In the distance in the jungle, Barton the young man climbed on top of a large tree, watching the movement in the chicken coop harbor from afar, and at the same time he couldn't help but grit his teeth and growl.

Because of his age, and Fei Liman had specially confessed, although Barton thought that he was strong enough to be a qualified indigenous warrior, he was still left by Barry's side.

Not only is Barry a freak to command battles, but even ordinary battles are not going to take part in battles himself. In addition to the fact that his own physical condition was a little worse than that of ordinary indigenous warriors, he also felt that as a commander, if he was immersed in the war, he might not be able to command and observe the war with him.

Therefore, at this time, Barry did not go into battle in person like a real native, but instead took a few indigenous warriors to stay in the jungle only more than ten zhang away from the chicken coop port, observing the movements in and around the port.

Glancing at Barton on the opposite tree with a smile, listening to his slightly childish words, Barton at this time had a little bit of the appearance of a young man who was eager to avenge his clansmen.

"Huh??" Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Barry spotted an agile figure emerging from the depths of the jungle, approaching the chicken coop harbor in full swing.

When he fixed his eyes on each other, he was suddenly frightened and felt a little scattered, just because following this figure, more and more figures emerged from the jungle, and even under the big tree where they stood, there were many such lurking figures.

If it weren't for the ease of observation, the few of them climbed to the top of the tall and dense trees, and I am afraid that they would have been captives of this figure at this time. Although Barry had not heard of an old Han Chinese saying that the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, with his intelligence, it is not difficult to see that they have become the prey of this group of guys who suddenly appeared.

Before he had time to think about whether the sudden appearance of this group was from the other natives around him, or whether it was a foreshadowing by the foreigners, the first thing Barry had to think about now was how to help the clansmen in the camp who were fighting endlessly.

"Blow the horn and let the people retreat!" Suddenly, Barry took the hunting bow he was carrying on his shoulder and resolutely gave an order.

He knew that as long as the horn sounded, these few of them would inevitably be exposed to the eyes of this group of unknown people who suddenly appeared, but compared to the lives of the more than 400 tribes who were now in the middle of the war, this risk was worth taking.

Not to mention, in the jungle, oh no, this is the home of their natives, although Barry thinks that he is a little weaker than the average warrior, but it is only a difference in strength and body, compared to the bow and arrow in his hand, he Barry is not inferior to other natives. Therefore, he was also confident enough to hold out in the jungle until the Hong Kong people retreated.

"Woo!!!"

When the majestic horn sounded, Barry and the others had already quietly slid down the tree where they were, and the warriors who sounded the horn kept changing their positions while blowing the trumpet, so as not to reveal their actual position.

I don't know if it's their luck, or if the strength of this group of unexpected visitors is limited, anyway, except for the one or two hundred figures that appeared at the beginning, there is no trace of these people in the jungle at this time, which also makes Barry's clansmen who thought they were going to fight hard finally rejoice.

It's just that their horn sounded a little late, and when they blew the horn, suddenly there was a thunderous sound in the sky, and if they were still watching from the big tree at this time, it was not difficult to see that the wall that had been erected in front of them in the west was as if it had been kneaded by an invisible giant, and the broken wooden stakes and earth pits seemed to be witnessing something.

An artillery bombardment is just a common thing in the eyes of the special combat crews, but in the eyes of the natives of the Lake tribe, who have never seen the market and don't even know what the artillery battle is, the cannonballs that fell from the sky with a whistling sound tearing through the air really made this group of natives think that it was a divine punishment from the gods.

Just like the natives of Bengang who first saw the power of artillery, the people of the Lake tribe actually lost only a few people in this round of shelling. However, the power of artillery, especially the large-scale destructive power brought by the cannonballs, which is imperceptible to the naked eye at high speed, is to bring a powerful sense of impact to this group of dirt buns from the mind.

However, this group of natives is a group of warriors who are accustomed to seeing life and death, and if it is an ordinary indigenous people, they will not be able to immediately kneel on the ground and pray for forgiveness from God and the gods.

But they were no better, and the offensive in their hands was sluggish in this round of shelling, which finally relieved Wu Jie and his special combat team members who were pressed and beaten.

"It's time to wait!!" Wu Jie let out a sigh of relief, barely parrying the unrelenting blow of the indigenous warrior on the opposite side, and then showed a smile that was more ugly than crying to his comrades.

The sound of the horn outside the jungle came a little late, but it was also appropriate, the natives who had lost the will to fight with a round of shelling, could still continue to fight at this time, thanks to the large amount of physical strength consumed by the special operators before, and they were no longer able to take the opportunity to counterattack at this time.

But even under such circumstances, many indigenous warriors who were still alive and vigorous just now, like raptors, were picked up by a group of villagers in a trance, and died tragically under the spear stabbing of the villagers.

"Retreat, retreat!!"

This is the shout of the captain of the hunting team of Oba and several other clans, and only the middle-level personnel of these clans can still have some consciousness at this time, hearing the horn sound from the jungle, and hurriedly shouting the soldiers in the camp at this time, retreat.

It was also thanks to this round of shelling that the western wall was smashed open, which also saved the retreating natives the trouble of climbing over the wall. But before they could retreat to the edge of the jungle, they were stopped by a group of sturdy warriors.

Wu Jie and the others wanted to catch up, but the fighters were really not physically strong, and they had used all their strength to hold on until now. If you want this group of players to chase after the enemy, it is difficult for the strong.

However, there are many more warriors coming out of the jungle than Barry is supposed to be, that is, in the heyday of their Leke tribe, there are only a little more warriors than this group of warriors who have just come out.

But one side has been planning for a long time, recuperating so far, and the other side is fighting repeatedly, just this morning's battle, it has been fierce for more than three hours, and now it is still being made uncertain by artillery fire, which is stronger, you can know at a glance.

(End of chapter)