"Damn, why hasn't Usma come yet!"

Successively overturned several enemies who were about to board the crossbridge, Ah Niu didn't pay attention to any of them, and also let the other party open a hole in his shoulder, which hurt him so much that he bared his teeth and shouted angrily.

When Ah Niu's voice fell, in the valley, after the bridge, Usma's shout was immediately heard: "Ah Niu, hold on, I'm coming!"

As he spoke, he saw that Usma was leading the only remaining male of the dozen tribes, wearing many clay pots with two wooden spears, and the clay pots were full of hot oil taken from animals.

In the darkness of the night, Usma carried the steaming hot oil and climbed onto the bridge.

"Ah Niu, get out of the way!"

Usma shouted.

When Ah Niu and the others heard this, they immediately dispersed to both sides, and Usma came to the front line.

At the same time, on the bridge, no less than twenty members of the coalition forces had already grabbed the side of the bridge and wanted to climb up.

"Fuck you, bastard. ”

With a roar, Usma led his people and poured all the hot oil in the crockpot.

Burst~

There was a smell of meat wafting from the wooden door, and almost at the same time, the coalition members who touched the bridge let out a heart-rending howl and fell off the bridge.

Usma continued to direct her people to pour hot oil on the Coalition members who were making ladders.

In this primitive era where there is far no armor and body protection, the lethality of hot oil can be said to be terrifying.

Moreover, even if there is armor and body protection, this jar of hot oil is not deliberately ignored.

For a while, the human ladder scattered in all directions, and dozens of coalition members who were human ladders were rolling around on the ground, hugging the place where their bodies were burned by hot oil.

Usma stood on the bridge, holding an empty clay pot, and shouted outside: "Come, if you are not afraid of death, you will come!"

Feng Chuan quickly retreated to the side of the white fox, and when the hot oil was splashed just now, a little splashed on his shoulder, and at this time, it almost hurt him to death.

"Damn the Frost Valley Tribe, what the hell are they spilling!" said a patriarch through gritted teeth.

The white fox frowned, the attack failed, and the howls of the dozens of clansmen who were splashed with hot oil made all the clansmen fearful.

Sure enough, no matter what time it is, the screams of companions are always the most demoralizing.

"White Fox, use a trebuchet, use a trebuchet to smash these bastards to death!" Kazekawa, whose expression of pain began to distort, roared.

The white fox frowned and did not move.

Several other tribal chiefs also shouted: "Yes, white fox, use a trebuchet to smash these bastards to death." ”

For a time, various patriarchs asked for trebuchets to be dispatched.

Ah Leopard looked at the white fox on the side, looking at him with a faint feeling of watching a joke.

Now, everyone is asking for a trebuchet, what are you going to do?

The white fox glared at Ah Leopard fiercely, followed to face several patriarchs, and said in a deep voice: "You can't use trebuchets. ”

As soon as the words came out, several clansmen were stunned.

Feng Chuan even grabbed the animal skin on the white fox's body with one hand, and said angrily: "Why! As long as we use a trebuchet, we can easily take down the Frost Valley Tribe, why not!"

The white fox glanced at Feng Chuan: "The damage of the trebuchet is too great, do you want to get a Frost Valley tribe that has nothing left?"

With this sentence, Feng Chuan didn't know what to say, he stomped his foot angrily, and cursed non-stop: "Damn!

The white fox took a deep breath, looked at the people on the cross bridge, Usma, and said, "The Frost Valley tribe only has more than ten combat power left that can be used, we just need to kill them, there is no need to use a weapon of mass destruction such as a trebuchet." ”

Ah Leopard secretly picked his thumb on the side, and said in his heart, it was a white fox who could speak well, these three or two sentences not only covered up the problem that the trebuchet could not be used, but also successfully diverted everyone's attention.

"Attack! Attack! I'm going to kill that bastard who threw me with my own hands!"

Kazekawa scolded with his feet jumping.

On the bridge, Usma asked his subordinates to pick up wooden spears and said, "Never retreat!"

Although more than a dozen Frost Valley people were a little afraid, they already had a sense of dependence on the Frost Valley tribe, and they had a sense of superiority and honor as Frost Valley people, and they all shouted without hesitation: "Never retreat!"

In the face of hundreds of coalition members, these more than a dozen Frost Valley people showed an unprecedented temperament of looking at death as home.

This is a phenomenon that has not been seen in any tribe before.

"Kill!"

Usma shouted, and together with Ah Niu's Ministry of Security, continued to guard the bridge.

The two sides surrounded a cross-bridge and turned the world upside down.

The word tragic cannot describe the battle situation at this time.

"White Fox! Our people have lost so much! Don't you need a trebuchet!"

When the attack lasted for more than an hour, and the coalition forces were still unable to attack the Frost Valley tribe for half a step, Fengchuan couldn't hold back any longer, and turned around and shouted angrily.

The other clansmen also thought about the performance of Fengchuan, and blamed the white fox one after another.

For a while, there was a faint sign that as long as the white fox did not agree to use the trebuchet, these angry patriarchs would tear the white fox apart.

In the face of many angry patriarchs, Rao is white fox did not dare to hold it up, and hurriedly asked his son to pull the trebuchet up.

Ash was stunned when he heard this, unlike those patriarchs, Ash Earth knew that trebuchets could not be used.

But looking at the current situation, the various patriarchs asked, and their father ordered him to go, and the dust didn't know what to do.

"What are you doing in a daze, go and get the trebuchet!" the white fox roared angrily, and couldn't stop giving the dust a look.

There is no way to do it, gritting my teeth, stomping my feet, and saying in my heart that I can't manage so much, just go.

Looking at the back of the gray earth and a few people hurrying away, the white fox breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the patriarchs and said, "Now, you are at ease, right?"

The patriarchs snorted twice, and said nothing else.

The other team leaders stopped talking, but the white fox began: "I said the front, once the trebuchet is used, even if the Frost Valley tribe is taken, the damage caused will be very large, and when the time comes, these consequences will be borne by you." ”

Several patriarchs were impatient: "I know, I know, we will bear it." ”

Mu Lian pinched her chin to look at the white fox, and said in her heart, "What's wrong with the white fox? Why do you repeatedly block the use of trebuchets?

Is it really worried that the damage caused to the Frost Valley tribe is too great?

However, everyone just used trebuchets to smash open the wooden door of the Frost Valley tribe, even if there was damage, how big could it be?

No, the answer is definitely not that simple.

Could it be that something went wrong with the trebuchet?

Thinking of this, Mu Lian couldn't help but feel excited, looked up at the white fox who was still unrelenting, and had an unbelievable thought in her heart.

Could it be that the trebuchet was fake in the first place, just a lie by the white fox!

"Father, we've got the trebuchet!"

At this moment, the sound of the dust brought Mulian back to her senses.

She looked up and saw that Ash Earth and a few white fox people were standing next to the trebuchet, and said to the white fox.

Looking at the white fox again, the face that was even more ugly because of the arrival of the trebuchet once again made Mu Lian determine the idea in her heart.

"Didn't you see the secret word I just told him, bastard, to bring me the trebuchet so soon, bastard, you can't give me a little more time, just a little while, and I can persuade these patriarchs not to use trebuchets anymore. ”

Thinking viciously in his heart, the white fox glared at the dust again.

Ash was stunned and said to himself, "Have I done something wrong?"

Unlike the white fox, the other patriarchs couldn't help but rejoice after seeing the trebuchet, and they all cheered one by one.

"Come on, white fox, use the trebuchet and smash this damn wooden door!" one of the patriarchs urged.

When he urged him, the other patriarchs also shouted.

For a while, the white fox was in a dilemma.

What should I do now?

The trebuchet simply can't be used, and to be able to take it out is already taking a big risk.

Once used, these patriarchs will definitely find the problem of trebuchets, and when the time comes, how will they explain themselves?

What a bastard, I knew this earlier, and when I came out, I wouldn't have brought the trebuchet out.