Since the last time the aboriginal brigade failed to storm the wall, the natives have not fought with them in the past two days, and every time they attack the camp of Jilonggang, hundreds of soldiers are dispatched, so that the exhausted Wu Jie, Lu Lu and others often need to do their best to resist this wave of attacks.

However, in just a few days, the special combat team members have lost nearly 1/3 of the soldiers, and the villagers who have been pulled out of the strong men have suffered hundreds of casualties.

Now the whole camp can be said to be full of mourning, every household wears linen and filial piety, under such casualties, even the dozens of households who initially established a village here and were finally absorbed into the team by Li Tianyang and them because there are not many strong men, and there are few casualties, there are also a little more complaints about Wu Jie and them. Come to think of it, when the war is over, I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble in the camp, but now Wu Jie and the others can't care about these many beginnings and ends, and still pull a large number of villagers to the front line to fight.

Of course, the camp suffered heavy casualties, and those natives were not having a good time, as the attacker had to suffer some geographical losses, although the indigenous commanders had rich combat experience and seized the weakness of the camp's lack of manpower, often at the beginning of the first battle, they always fought more and fought less, and when the camp reinforcements arrived, they retreated in time, but they still inevitably had a lot of casualties.

Wu Jie and the others have counted that just the corpses of the natives who were thrown under the rudimentary walls of Jilong Harbor have already caused a lot of losses to the special combat forces, not to mention those who were seriously injured and rescued, but under the extremely rough medical conditions of the natives, it can basically be said that they are nine deaths.

"Brother Barry, do you think it's time for us to give these foreigners the final blow? I think their defense is getting worse day by day, and these few attacks, we are only a little bit close to penetrating their defense! Although the Phili Barbarian Patriarch said that he would hand over the team to Barton for revenge, in fact, everyone knew in each other's hearts that the only one who really commanded the battle could be the people of the Leker tribe in the team.

And Lake. Barry, the actual commander of this team.

As a battle-hardened warrior, Lake. Barry's fighting skills are not unskilled, and what makes him even more valued by the clan patriarch is his innate intelligence. After many years of combat career, Barry has learned many tactical skills in battles, and has also explored many small team strategies in combat.

This can be said to be an outlier in the indigenous battles that are still in real hand-to-hand combat for victory. But it is this outlier that has made the Lake tribe always win a big victory in the wars led by Barry in recent years, and their own casualties are very small.

Therefore, Barry rose to become the leader of the Ryker tribe in the external war as an ordinary warrior.

And now the Philimbarian patriarch has sent Barry out to avenge Barton's clan, which can be seen in the intention of courting Barton.

The continuous harassment and attacks on Chicken Coop Harbor in the past few days, and the outnumbering of the public, are the handiwork of this Barry.

"Well, the time is ripe, you go down and give a notice, let the sons and daughters have a good rest, tomorrow at dawn, it is the time for all of us to celebrate inside!" Barry's eyes were blazing, and he smiled softly at Barton.

To say that in the past few days, Barton's impression on Barry is that he is a little guy who is eager to learn and has a good brain, but the war in the past few days has made the little guy figure out a lot of things from it. Whenever Barton had doubts and found Barry to solve his doubts, Barry couldn't help but look at this little guy differently while carefully teaching.

In addition, now in the face of the extermination of the enemy, the little guy can also calm down, and he did not urge Barry to step up the attack and annihilate the camp of Chicken Coop Harbor, which made Barry look down on this kid.

It is only now that Nengren put forward a proposal to make an all-out attack on Chicken Coop Harbor, and many of them are aware that Chicken Coop Harbor is at the end of the crossbow at this time. Therefore, although Barry felt that he could still wear down the strength of Chicken Coop Harbor again, he couldn't help but agree to the boy's proposal when the words came to his lips.

When the indigenous warriors below finally got the signal for a decisive battle, they all grinded their fists and clapped their hands, eagerly preparing for tomorrow morning's attack.

Although Barry's plan is good, for this group of natives who have always regarded battle as their life, this battle is not satisfying for everyone at all. Often when everyone is just fighting, Barry in the back makes people blow the horn of retreat, forcing everyone to retreat.

As for disobeying orders, not everyone had done such a thing when Barry first took office, but the result was unbearable to look at directly, even now that everyone thinks about it, there is a cold sweat coming out.

Fortunately, the night passed quickly, and before the sky was white, a group of wolf-like native warriors were already dressed and sat around the clearing to bite the hard jerky.

When Barry came out of the tent, he pointed out a few points of the battle, and then with a wave of his hand, he sent out a group of more than 400 soldiers with red eyes and murderous spirit!

I saw that on the gray earth, groups of indigenous warriors like tigers out of their cages rushed out of the jungle where they were staying, and rushed straight to the chicken coop harbor in the distance.

Before approaching the Chicken Coop Harbor, a sharp and piercing siren sounded in the harbor, drawing an end to this quiet dawn.

The sound of the battle immediately spread fiercely around the wall to the west of the camp, and when the decisive battle came, the natives stopped playing with those small tricks and fought head-on in an uncharacteristically head-on duel.

Under a fierce tiger slaughter, the wall on the west side of Joncoop Harbor, which had resisted countless attacks by the natives, was out of the control of the special operators, and more and more aboriginal fighters broke through the middle of the camp along this occupied wall, and killed the camp residential area.

By the time Wu Jie and the others rushed over from the east, the situation had reached the point where it was difficult to recover, and there were pictures of indigenous soldiers fighting the special combat team members everywhere, and their ears were full of villagers wailing and crying, and the miserable screams of running after each other. Even if Wu Jie and all his special combat team members joined the battle, there were already only more than 200 soldiers, and in the face of more than 400 fierce and brave indigenous soldiers, they could only barely support each other, and it was difficult to do anything else!

"It's time!"

But until this time, Wu Jie and Lu Lu did not give up at all, and they did not give up or look frustrated, but on the contrary, they had a little more wish-fulfillment on their faces. The two of them killed in one place, and they said such a sentence inexplicably.

"Well, I'm here to command, you go and send a signal!"

"Good!"

(End of chapter)