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

(3) At this moment, there are few arrows and stones left for long-distance counterattacks of the bear tribe, counting the young Xuanyuan, there are only a handful of tribal warriors who can fight, and the rest are wounded and struggling, even the brave Ruohu is also wearing several wounds, he roared with anger in his eyes, picked up a thick wooden stick, straightened his tall body, and looked at the fierce enemy who was several times his own in the village without fear, and was ready to fight to the death. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing this scene, Shaodian bent his bow and shot an arrow into the sky, which was the last hope of the entire tribe.

The leader Shaodian looked at his son Xuanyuan beside him meaningfully, and his eyes seemed to say: Child, the time has come for you to become a real bear man!

When the young Xuanyuan reciprocated with a fearless gaze, the firmness and fearlessness that passed back satisfied and relieved Shaodian.

Then, without hesitation, he picked up a thick spear, raised his thick eyebrows, raised his arms and roared: "There are warriors of the bear clan, the decisive battle is at this moment, fight with them, follow me!"

The leader Shaodian took the lead in rushing towards the enemy group, and the brave Gao Wei figure inspired the other clansmen, who followed closely regardless of whether they were injured or not, and went forward one after another, including Ruohu of the Yongguan tribe, Xuanyuan, a young man who kept shouting to kill, and all the remaining people who could fight.

The warriors of the two tribes immediately collided and intersected without giving in to each other, like two strands of rope twisted together, inseparable, and the sound of shouting and killing shook the mountains, and it was inevitable that you would die or die.

This kind of clan war is repeated in the ancient land, with only one purpose, and that is to survive.

The sharp sound of the arrow pierced the hill, and also provoked the tense nerves of the giant tree and the warriors under him, who had been hiding for a long time, and finally waited for this moment.

Jumu led his men with sufficient strength to rush down from the hidden hill like a tiger from the mountain, and went straight to the back of the enemy besieging the village.

In the village, the leader Shaodian and the warrior Ruohu are one of ten, and they are extremely brave. The sturdy Shaodian stands up with a spear, runs through the spear body, smashes the rungs vertically, stabs obliquely, and is as brave as a tiger entering the wolves, the spear and spear are not far from the enemy's vital point, and the bones of those who are hit by the spear shaft are broken, and the person who is pierced by the spear tip is pierced and blood sprays. In the blink of an eye, a spear was stained with blood, becoming a veritable blood spear. Shaodian's strong skills made the enemies around him cry wolf howls, cowering, and dare not approach easily.

A small leader of the Yandi clan was in a hurry and summoned several stout soldiers, shouting more than a dozen people around the group and attacking, in the face of many weapons attacking him, Shaodian picked up the spear with both arms, and the body rotated to draw a circle with the spear in front of him, blocking the enemy's weapons, and then saw the opportunity, one of the roaring sideways jumped, one arm spear stabbed, the angle and direction just pointed to the three enemies in front of him, with the "puff puff" Three successive rattles, the tip of the spear pierced the back of the first enemy's right chest, and then penetrated into the second enemy's left waist and abdomen, and then pierced out with unfailing force, nailed to the thigh of the third enemy, and in the scream, blood splattered, and the three people strung with spears fell to the ground and struggled and rolled.

The gap in the siege was immediately torn open, and Shaodian shocked his opponent again with his fierce style, he snatched a stone spear from a wounded enemy, and scattered the frightened enemy in all directions, and then galloped towards his son Xuanyuan, who looked a little outnumbered, after all, father and son were connected, and he could not let his son have any mistakes.

Here, the muscular warrior Ruohu held his breath, and slashed a thick wooden stick into the tiger's wind, and swung it with great momentum.