Wasteland, Mulan tribe.? ?

The simple and ridiculous, cruel and bloody offensive and defensive battle had been going on for an afternoon, and as the sun sank in the west, the two sides invariably chose to strike the war, bury the pot to cook, carry the corpses, and treat the wounded.

Night fighting is a tactical move that requires strict discipline and good training of the team, and in the mortal world, only a few elite armies can do it, but it is not something that a rabble like bandits and horse thieves can do.

After a night's rest, the sky was shining, and when Li Ziteng inspected the lookout post in front of the wood, he kicked the dim dark whistle that woke up from sleep.

"Get up, the safety of thousands of people, you really dare to sleep! If someone really cut off his head in the middle of the night, he will let you sleep enough! ”

Dark Whistle rubbed his eyes, looked at his own leader, and muttered:

"Li Tou'er, I really didn't sleep at night, didn't I defend myself, just the mosquitoes on this wasteland, all the size of a finger, you want to sleep, can you sleep? It's not dawn, the mosquitoes have receded, and the brothers just took a nap!

This special night, all the battles against this bug! ”

Li Ziteng smiled and said casually: "Oh? So how is the battle going? ”

The dark whistle pursed his lips, got up and moved his lower legs, and said stupidly:

"It's not full, I'm not asleep!"

Mulan got up before dawn, tired all night, today still have to face the brutal battle of the soldiers to boil porridge and make cakes, there is no shortage of food in the camp, meat and vegetarian everything, there is no shortage of manpower, the women in the tribe all get up before dawn, steamed cakes to boil, the meat is fragrant, everyone knows that the current small investment can ensure the future safety.

Yesterday's half-day battle, there have been dozens of dead and wounded in the tribe, basically all of them are arrow wounds, the horse thieves did not rush hard, the wood is still there, the obstacles have not fallen, and the horse thieves who are used to fighting on horses are not very willing to dismount and fight.

There is good news and bad news.

The good news is that the tribe is united, aggressive, and materialistic; In addition, a few riders have broken out of the encirclement, and the sentry sent by Li Ziteng in the early stage has not returned to the camp, so they have gone to the nearby tribe to report the news.

The attitude towards horse thieves in the wasteland is the same, and they hate it, plus there are two skins to contact outside, and reinforcements are definitely available, sooner or later.

The bad news is that the number of horse thieves outside the camp has increased overnight, and now it looks close to the scale of one thousand five, such a number, coupled with the fear of the arrival of reinforcements from various tribes, today's battle is destined to be tragic and abnormal, and the horse thieves will never stay at the stage of throwing the noose, directly face to face, it has become inevitable.

With less than six hundred people, defending a small camp is theoretically sufficient, provided that the other side does not count the damage! In the battle between the tribes of the wasteland, there will rarely be the kind of sacrifice attack regardless of the dead and wounded, the population is the guarantee of the survival of the tribe, especially the strong Dingkou, so the loss of two or three percent in a battle is the limit, no more, it is a victory, but also a tragic victory, how to deal with the harshness of the wasteland in the future?

The lazy horse thieves only finished their food when the sun was rising, and then formed a team, ready to attack; Li Ziteng keenly found that in the team, the infantry and half were half, which meant that this time the attacking horse thief would not be a mere formality, but really want to see red with a bayonet.

A series of orders were passed down, hundreds of bows and arrows were raised, the tip of the cold spear flashed with cold light, in the wasteland, the brutality of the horse thieves was known to everyone, there was no point in surrendering, there was no other way but to fight to the death, especially the men!

Mulan didn't go to the nearest place to cheer up and watch the battle, she didn't have any experience in this area, and if she went, it only added to the chaos; She stayed in the makeshift infirmary, which was what her husband had taught her, and worked with several veteran medical officers to care for the wounded soldiers.

The battle was extremely fierce, the distance between the infirmary and the wood was only a few tens of feet, roars, screams, curses, neighing horses, several arrows crossed the wood, nailed to the wooden door of the infirmary, no one looked up, not calm, but only by focusing on the work in hand, can forget the fear in front of them.

There were more and more wounded, and soon, Mulan was too busy to pay attention to Muwai's victory or defeat, so she handed everything over to the gods.

Xiao Lao was also on the side, he did not participate in this kind of mortal battle, but faithfully guarded Mulan's side, waiting for the last moment, or everything was as usual, or took Mulan to fly away.

The monk has a strong resistance to participating in the mass killing of human mortals, and Xiao Lao has never been the kind of monk who fights, he is just a casual cultivator, exercise garbage, magic garbage, secret art garbage, and has no close ability, the most important thing is his character, lack of responsibility and flexibility, and will only stick to Mulan's side, in fact, on this occasion, as a monk, he only needs to secretly cast spells to kill a few horse thief leaders.

But not all monks, it's Li Ji!

In the shouting, there was a large crowd of people roaring past outside the infirmary, Mulan glanced at it, and her heart was hot, all of them were the barren people of the Mulan tribe, from the white-bearded old man to the teenage boy, and the healthy woman with big shoulders and round waists, each holding a spear, and concentrating in the direction of Mu without hesitation.

This is the wasteland, a barren land with difficult living conditions, and the wastelanders may have little knowledge, less judgment, and may be treacherous and cunning, but there is never a man in the wasteland who cannot hold a spear, whether male or female.

They are all warriors, the old man is a former warrior, the young man is the warrior of the future, the woman is also a substitute warrior after the death of a man, they are never afraid of bloodshed, they want to rob their wealth, unless they step over their corpses!

Unlike the last time when Xiao San died, all the tribesmen stood on the opposite side, this time, all the tribesmen stood firmly on Mulan's side, and did not hesitate to defend with their lives!

What a gentleman is right! Mulan sighed in her heart. Mr. said that if you want to really win people's hearts, five points depend on interests, three points rely on feelings, and two points rely on faith!

At this moment, if someone wants to move their interests, the result is inevitable, and it will never die!

The wounded are constantly being sent, and all the soldiers who were sent before know how to endure it, endure the pain during treatment, and can bear the pain; Now the people who are sent are mainly tribesmen, after all, they are not used to spears, and they have been fighting for a long time, so they are either crying, or confused, or crazy!

Mulan was bandaging a teenage boy, the boy was hit by an arrow in the leg, and was stabbed in the waist and abdomen by a spear, covered in blood, Mulan and another old medical officer were cleaning his wounds, but the young man who was in a trance was still hiding a dagger in his hand, vaguely, thinking that it was the enemy who moved his body around him, the dagger subconsciously waved and slashed on Mulan's arm.

It was a dagger stained with horse manure, and in the wasteland, it was common sense that a weapon with similar filth on it could easily be fatal.

Xiao Lao was helping to clean up the wrapping cloth on the side, and when he saw all this, it was too late to react, so he hurriedly ran over to check Mulan's injury, but fortunately, it was just a scratch that was not deep.

Xiao Lao quickly stopped Mulan's bleeding, bandaged her, and strictly ordered her to never continue to care for the wounded, and finally, took out a bottle from her arms and poured out a jade-colored pill for Mulan to take.

This is the most precious elixir on Xiao Lao's body, a little wound of mortals, it is a bit too wasteful to use this, but what he doesn't know is that

Mulan is a peerless body!

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