The first warrior of Yushan in the past, and now the patriarch of Harik, who is in the prime of life, sweats like raindrops, and his body is also covered with the blood of clansmen and foreign warriors. Seeing the clansmen around him fall one by one, the sense of powerlessness in his heart, as well as deep loss and sorrow, permeated his heart.

Since his grandfather's generation, their Yushan clan has been the most powerful tribe hundreds of miles away, and the surrounding tribe has not yet been able to take a good look at them, which makes their tribe always have a sense of pride born from the heart in the face of other tribes.

But now, after only a few days' efforts, the great foundation of their Jade Mountain has been buried in the hands of his patriarch, and the upper and lower ranks of their clan are now like the exiled tribes they used to laugh at, and they have become a group of lost dogs and bullied.

"Ahhh!!!h

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more he hated, Harrick mustered the last remaining strength in his heart, brandished the weapon that belonged to his patriarch, a mountain-opening axe made of iron, and rushed towards the enemy in front of him.

The patriarch took the lead in the charge, and the remaining warriors of less than three hundred around him were also encouraged, and once again squeezed out the strength in his body, and followed the patriarch and rushed forward to kill, trying to kill a bloody path for the relatives behind him.

However, the gap in strength is there, although their army is now called the mourning soldiers, and they have the courage and sacrifice spirit that Li Tianyang's team does not have, but there is still no way to tear through the blockade line of the Bengang coalition army. Harrick led the team or unwillingly led the team to rush left and right among Li Tianyang and them, and was entangled for a moment in every place, and finally was always intercepted by Wu Jie's team that came later, so that after Harik's patience and hope were exhausted, the patriarch had already regarded Wu Jie as the biggest enemy in his life, and he killed this Wu Jie with a mountain axe.

"Hahaha, good time, none of you are allowed to help me!!" Wu Jie is not a person who is afraid of things, for this former No. 1 master in Yushan, in this battle, the two of them have a lot of opportunities to fight, and in Wu Jie's opinion, they have a feeling of equal points.

In the camp, eighteen or nineteen-year-old Wu Jie, who inherited the excellent genes of his father Wu Juren, is not only several inches taller than Li Tianyang, but also has strength, in the same age class, he really has not met a teenager older than him, that is, an ordinary man, and there are few people who can compare with him in strength. Therefore, his weapon is also a special heavy long knife made by Li Tianyang, others use a long knife, at most six or seven catties, only his long knife weighs more than twenty catties, and in his hands it is smoother than the standard long knives used by teenagers.

"Poof!!" The two heavy weapons were handed over in the air, and the huge sparks that burst out were a little dazzling even in the gradually brightening sky. Then, the two of them stabilized the weapons that had been recoiled back by the impact, drew a circle around them, and slashed at each other again. The method of using heavy weapons is very simple, and there are no fancy movements in themselves, and actions like this are repeated over and over again until one person can't support them.

In the end, the faces of the two of them turned blue, and the hands holding the weapons were also bursting apart, and the green tendons and blood vessels were all out.

"Smack!!"

After a loud bang, the two of them stopped their movements at the same time, and stood there at a safe distance, staring at the injured weapons in a daze. It turned out that after fighting for so long, the two of them could still hold on, but the weapons in their hands could no longer fight for them, and under the long-term impact of the huge force, they turned into several pieces of broken iron and fell to the ground.

Patriarch Harrick's axe was supposed to have some advantages, but it was still very difficult to break this weapon, and it was difficult to break the thickness; However, it is not easy for Wu Jie's long knife, which is thickened and widened according to the style of the long knife, to last so long.

In the final analysis, it is because the Harik group itself does not know how to smelt, and the weapons in his hands are also looted from the coastal tribes, and in their hands they are regarded as treasures, and their ancestors have passed them down from generation to generation in the patriarch's family. But if you want to talk about its material, it's really indescribable, such a big mountain axe, not iron, twenty has been made of bronze that has been eliminated.

And the long knife in Wu Jie's hand, although it is not as good as the Kaishan axe in terms of design, it is also made by Li Tianyang and them with good steel, and it is much harder than the bronze axe in terms of material.

Therefore, there was such a lose-lose result, although it was unexpected by everyone, but it was reasonable, but it only frightened Wu Jie and the two parties, and temporarily stopped their motivation to fight with each other.

"Hey, old man, I see you're tired too, since you don't have a weapon, I think it's better to wait for you to go back and prepare another weapon again!" Wu Jie and the others have been fighting for so long, but they have a little sympathy, and they have no intention of continuing there: "Besides, look behind you, there are not many of your people still standing, and you, as the patriarch, should also let everyone go back and take a rest!" ”

"Humph!!" Originally, Harrick wanted to harden his mouth a little, but when he was reminded by Wu Jieyi, he turned his head back and looked behind him. Sure enough, because of the relationship between his patriarch and the front-line battle, the Yushan soldiers behind him did not dare to retreat, and always insisted on the front line, but after fighting for such a long time, where could the already uneven team still be as fierce as it began, and they were raised by Li Tianyang with the advantage of having more people and more strength, and there were only more than a hundred soldiers standing there desperately.

"Retreat!!" Harrick glanced at Wu Jie, lowered his head and picked up a spear from the ground at random, turned around and led the team towards Huiliu Bay without looking back.

"Stop!" At the same time, Wu Jie also gave an order, so that the team members around him stopped fighting, and quietly watched the soldiers of Yushan support each other and go to Huiliuwan, where they temporarily lived.

As soon as the teenagers stopped, they somehow affected the natives around them, and more and more natives also stopped fighting and let the opponent just now turn around. In the end, the entire beach of the battle became very weird, the opponents who were fighting to the death at the previous moment, eager to kill each other immediately, but at this moment they were looking at each other from a distance, allowing the other party to turn around and reveal all the key points, and no one put a cold arrow at this moment.

Perhaps, it was the spirit of this group of soldiers who fought for their lives and forgot about their lives that shocked them, at least at this moment, they who were also warriors couldn't bear to make a sneak attack behind their backs.

Today is really rushed, if I don't write 2,000 words, I won't have this month's full attendance, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

(End of chapter)