The seventeenth dreadnought leader dies in battle/the loyal warrior savior dies

(5) Countless gravels of different sizes smashed on Shaodian's back with a strong impact, making a dull shocking sound, those stones with sharp edges and corners were deeply embedded in the flesh, Shaodian's back was already skin and flesh, blood stained clothes, he just snorted softly, his arms were soft, and his body fell down on his back like a fallen tree. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing that the leader was attacked and fell to the ground, Ruohu's eyes not far away erupted fire, and the thick tree trunk hit left and right, killing all the way to the rescue. Seeing this, the giant tree over there also brought people to rush over, and after knocking down a few enemies with a stone axe, he surrounded and guarded Shaodian and Xuanyuan.

The young Xuanyuan's eyes were full of tears, and he cried out in pain on his father's body, it was his father who used his fearless body to protect himself, and at this moment he was dying, and Xuanyuan's heart was like a knife.

Shaodian, who was seriously injured, barely opened his eyes, blood kept gushing out from the corners of his mouth, looking at his son in front of him, and when he was dying, he said intermittently: "Son, you ...... , you are a man with a bear clan, the son of the chief, you must protect it...... Your own mother, protect your own people, remember...... and be sure to keep in mind...... , from now on, there is the Bear Clan...... , men, women, young and old, never say never!"

"I remember, father, I remember!" Woo woo......" Young Xuanyuan sobbed silently.

Looking at his grown son, a smile of relief appeared in the eyes of the leader Shaodian, and he trembled and stretched out a big hand to touch his son one last time, but the heavens failed to fulfill his last wish, the outstretched hand paused in the middle, and Xuanyuan hurriedly held his father's hand. The two sharp rays of light in the eyes once dimmed in the sudden rapid breathing, the outstretched arms slowly drooped, leaving the last trace of reluctance in the dead eyes, there are many things to tell, leaving endless nostalgia and conjecture for future generations.

On the battlefield, Shaodian, the leader of the bear tribe, was seriously injured and died.

"Father, father!" the young man Xuanyuan burst into tears and shouted in his eyes as he raised his head to the sky, his voice tearing his heart and lungs.

Seeing this parting scene, Ruohu, Jumu, and many bear warriors who were struggling to resist the enemy all around cried bitterly, and they could only vent their anger on the enemy in front of them.

Young Xuanyuan wiped a handful of tears, in the face of the double blow of change and grief, the person seemed to have matured a lot at once, he struggled to carry his father's body and slowly stood up, his face was solemn and painful, and he gave the first order in his life to the tribal warriors beside him, "Protect the body of the leader, and fight your way out of the siege with me!"

One of the few warriors of the bear clan surrounded the young Xuanyuan, if the tiger crossed the trunk of the big tree to open the way, after the giant wood was broken with the stone axe, everyone fought and retreated, killing and injuring countless enemies, rushing all the way to the back mountain of the trench.

The enemy troops in the rear led the river to see that the enemy wanted to flee, and they were willing to give up, for this war to conquer the bear people, they have already paid heavy casualties.

He hurried over with a few of his attendants, and commanded in a loud voice: "Don't let them run! Kill them, and leave not one behind!" As he ran, he took off his bow and pulled out a long arrow with a pole of altsalma, the arrow of which was not ordinary, and had been soaked in the juice of the stripless grass, which was leafy like a sunflower, but the back of the leaf was red and poisonous.

Xuanyuan, who was carrying his father's body, struggled to move forward under the protection of the sacrifices of the clansmen, and the ditch behind the village was close in front of him, as long as he stepped over, he could retreat into the dense woods and enter the back mountain.