Who said that these Indians were barbarians with a tendon in their heads?

The Blackfoot people, one of the best at hunting in the mountains and forests in the western mountains, never wore shoes in order to quietly approach their prey, but smeared their feet with a black mud since childhood.

They're going to kill them all!

It turned into a hunt of wolves and deer, and after Mao Xingjian's terrifying roar, the exhausted Snake City refugees fled down the mountain in horror like a herd of frightened deer, while the Blackfoot tribesmen, who had been lurking for many days, rushed out of the forest line like hungry wolves.

It's just that the deer can still run away with their hooves, but people can't, it's even easier than hunting, a group of Indians laughed cruelly and shot arrows and spears forward, and the refugees running in front of them were crucified among the rocks of the hillside like live targets, and they were taking pleasure in killing!

At this time, Mao Xingjian's heart was already distorted, every scream increased the guilt in his heart, and every life was like a knife piercing his heart, which was simply more uncomfortable than death!

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

"Quick! Hide in the town and you'll be safe! ”

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The shouts and roars also alarmed the quiet Jewel Sea Town in the sea mist.

The swarthy and shiny high-heeled military leather boots creaked on the wooden floor, and a slender and toned figure appeared on the balcony where Song Yongzhong often stood and looked. The green boat-shaped military hat was fastened on her long flaming red hair draped over her shoulders, and her right hand, which was also wrapped in dark green military uniform, was carrying an antique sword, and the bronze axe was engraved with the pattern of dragons and beasts, which looked murderous.

Yawning impatiently, her delicate left hand lifted the binoculars hanging from her full breasts to those bright eyes.

"What the hell?"

After looking at it twice, her eyebrows wrinkled reluctantly, and then the heavy big slash in her right hand suddenly slammed into the ground, and then she swung the bronze axe forward!

At this time, the group of refugees who had experienced the desperate run finally fled to the front of Baohai Town, less than fifty meters behind them were those black-footed people who were like wolves and tigers, carrying Han Xiaomo on their backs, Mao Xingjian rushed into the town gate while panting violently, and shouted as hard as he could.

"Enemy attack! There are weapons buried under the barracks, and they are ready to fight! Fight!"

But even as he roared with all his might, the town in the thick fog was still dead silent, and there was not even half a ghost shadow, and behind him, the cries of terror still came one after another, looking back at the hideous natives behind him, a wave of despair was completely apparent on his face that was no longer smooth, full of traces of wind and frost.

However, at this moment, a burst of rapid penetrating, dull but loud drums suddenly sounded fiercely, as if the drums even the nature was alarmed, with the big drum, the seaside was suddenly swept up, blowing a corner of the thick sea fog in the morning, the crowded sea of gems appeared in front of Mao Xingjian in an instant, sluggish and unbelievable after a glance, the prince sat down on the ground paralyzed.

At the same time, outside the town, the sudden sound of drums also made those black-footed people who rushed forward fiercely stopped in amazement, looking at the refugees from Snake City who ran into the town in panic, Wufeng suddenly erected his wrinkled old skin slap, listened attentively for a few seconds, and suddenly raised his head with a solemn expression and roared, and the black-footed people who were running loosely followed his shouting, and they were also gathered in a heap, and the Indian warriors in front carefully weighed the spears in their hands.

Two long and loud howls sounded, and then, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded densely in the sea fog, in the surprised eyes of those Indians, one by one, the upper body with a big circle, the whole body with a black crust "monster" ran out from both sides of the refugees, in the sound of rustling steel, stopped more than ten meters in front of them, the circle slammed on the ground and lined up in a row, before they could react, the monster that ran behind smashed the long circle on the body again, forming a second row, In just a dozen seconds, a hundred meters high, one-man high original wall blocked in front of these Indians in disbelief.

Immediately afterward, an iron man with a normal black skin appeared on the edge of the round wall, and swung his saber forward, roaring loudly.

"The left protector of the Governor's Mansion of the Chinese army, the general of the left military guard has an order! Kill all these brutes!"

"Drink!"

In the roar, the entire round wall stood up, in the neat steps, the extremely oppressive thousands of warriors of the Blackfoot Indians pressed over, looking at this huge monster, the Blackfoot people were obviously hairy, I don't know who shouted, and in turn throwing guns, a group of Indians smashed these heavy guys out of their hands, crackling sounds, and a few advanced Blackfoot people picked up the Spanish arquebuses captured from Mexico and put them on fire, the sky full of attacks was like a rainstorm hitting lotus leaves, The shield wall of the heavy guy thing shook non-stop.

But except for a small number of throwing spears with four-sided harpoons from Mao Xingjian, which were pierced on the shield, and the rest fell directly to the ground after being smashed, as well as those Spanish arquebuses with high hopes, the round projectiles were also embedded in the luxurious forged metal skin of the shield, and after the blow, the huge monster still pressed forward neatly.

Completely hairy, with a sigh of voice, Wufeng raised the iron axe in his hand forward, and beside him, the black-footed man was like a flood that opened the floodgate, screaming and wielding the iron axe and stone axe, throwing a spear with a stick, and rushed to the front of the iron shield array, and the heavy weapon ping-pong smashed on the shield wall, and the noisy sound even overpowered the drum.

But all their attention was fixed on the shield wall in front of them, and these black-footed Indians didn't notice that on both sides of the shield wall, those refugees had run cleanly, and instead of a small man wearing a black bamboo skin carcass on his body, an iron helmet decorated with various antlers or horns, and a long knife of his height around his waist, his feet quickly spread out from the two wings, forming an arc and wrapping himself over.

Seeing that the Iron Shield Array was pushed out more than forty meters with the smashing of the Ping Pong Formation, and the battlefield had been fully unfolded, the officer hiding behind the Iron Shield Array shouted out with a fierce roar.

"Kill!"

Sigh~

In the gap of the iron shield array, which was still passively beaten just now, the crazy sharp spears pierced out neatly, and in the sound of popping, the first two or three warriors of the Indians who were caught off guard were pierced by the spears that were fiercely pierced, and the blood was suddenly poured on the cold snow like mountain spring water.

Squatting behind, the third row of spear and shield soldiers squatted down and held the shield above their heads, the fourth row, shouting, a row of conscripted Japanese samurai jumped on the shield suddenly, and was immediately held high by the tall Central Plains spear and shield soldiers and threw out, before these black-footed people woke up from the spear, the cold and piercing long knife was chopped down in the air, and in the clicking sound, nearly a whole row of black-footed people were chopped to death by the head, and a blood mark was split from the head wearing feathers, and he fell to his knees limply.

It's not a war at all, it can be called the art of war, the Tokugawa samurai who broke into the Chinese army immediately waved a long knife like a top, slashed left and right, and the Toyotomi samurai on both wings also neatly pulled out fifty knives, fiercely squeezed the two ribs of the black-footed man, and in the sound of the clattering knife cutting flesh, the black-footed man was chopped to the ground one by one.

The one pulled back the spear suddenly, holding the shield in his left hand and the spear in his right hand to loosen the formation, and the contradictory soldiers from the Central Plains of Shaanxi also roared and rushed forward, and in the click and click, the black feet of the Indians who were thrown behind by the Tokugawa samurai were pierced to the ground by the spears of more than three meters like sugar gourds one after another.

In the face of the sophisticated battle, these primitive tribal warriors simply had no room to resist, beside them, their eyes were full of sharp katanas, and before they could fork out the short spear of more than one meter, a spear in the distance had already pierced their faces, and the blood could not stop flowing from the beginning, dyeing the earth with blood red, and hundreds of indigenous people were cut down in the ice and snow like cutting leeks.

With a bang, the clan patriarch on the left held a wooden spear to block the katana that was cut by the head and face, but in the next second, another sword lightning cut his face like lightning, cutting his rough face in half, and in his heart-rending scream, the blade that had just been blocked was chopped down again, and a hideous blood mouth bloomed from the chest wrapped in animal skin, and the thick body suddenly turned in a circle, and the brave clan patriarch fell limp in the pile of corpses.

On the right, the great wizard of the tribe held the staff tied to the fox skeleton and was still loudly encouraging morale, cursing the enemy, and slammed a knife into it, poof, the narrow blade directly stabbed him through the heart, the respected great wizard looked at the long knife in his chest in disbelief, poof, puff, smack, snort, puff, snort, puff, puff, snort, puff, snort, stab, puff, puff, slap, puff, sneer, puff, puff, sneer, puff

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

His eyes were full of terror, he shouted, and dragged the longbow captured from Snake City, and the Great Chief Wufeng turned his head and ran towards the mountain in fear, and beside him, the murderous and hideous Indian black feet were like ant nests in heavy rain, crying and throwing down their weapons, turning and fleeing.

And behind them, the red-eyed Central Plains infantry, the Japanese samurai held high, bloody spears and long knives, excitedly chasing behind the back, behind the crowd, there was a thunderous roar of excitement, under the sound of hurried horses' hooves, two teams of hundreds of cavalry rushed out from the two wings of the bud-like formation, a handle of the saber waved high, and the heads of the people who slashed down rolled down.

These fierce hunters, who just took pleasure in killing people, became the prey of others in the blink of an eye.

The blade of the axe cut through the ice surface of the stones, leaving a deep trace, with twenty-four halberd-wielding guards, the left guard, and the women's general Adriana also walked majestically to the entrance of the town, and glanced at Mao Xingjian, who was full of wind and frost and haggard, followed the stretcher, and grabbed the sleeve of the old military doctor and screamed anxiously, she shook her head helplessly, and then suddenly raised the big sword violently, and shouted again.

"Sniper team marches! The concubine doesn't want the military information of the army to leak out, and she will kill and kill her, and no one will be left!"

The old Qin army's horn, which was popular in the army again, suddenly sounded, holding a longer flintlock pistol, and in the sound of a bang, two brigades of hundreds of infantry rushed to the battlefield.

On the hillside in the distance, holding the horse's buttocks, Liu Zongmin rode out, and with the help of horsepower, the two-meter-long knife was violently lifted from the bottom to the top, and a running black-footed man was split into two pieces alive in the clicking sound.

Hot blood splattered on his bearded old face, but it made him laugh even more excitedly.

"Hahahaha, it's still fun to kill Hulai!"

(End of chapter)