Because of the strong worry in his heart, except for the most necessary rest, this reinforcement composed of old and weak soldiers traveled day and night all the way.

In this way, it would have taken at least three days to travel to the Chibai tribe.

Brother Yong, who brought many women, children, and little old men, will soon be able to see the big cypress tree that the Chibai tribe has become famous for at nine o'clock in the morning.

Among them, the giant turtle was recently named by Song Yong: Maotou, the giant turtle, which really played a big role.

Tempted by the delicious big radish, this giant turtle never slouched along the way.

On the contrary, the women and children in the team who were not strong enough to be able to be changed to the turtle's back from time to time, and took a ride on this novel means of transportation.

As he got closer to the Chibai tribe, Song Yong's mind hung high.

Because he was strongly worried in his heart, he was afraid that when they arrived at the Chibai tribe, they would see the remnants of a messy battlefield.

After the defeat of a coalition army, he simply could not accept the cruel battlefield.

Fortunately, along the way, there were no traces of battle on the side of the road, let alone any members of the coalition who fell to the side of the road and died in battle.

It seems that they arrived in time, and the big war has not yet happened.

Finally, as soon as they climbed the hill in front of them, they could see the big cypress tree of the red cypress tribe, and under the telescope, there was more under the tree.

However, Song Yong, who had made countless predictions and thought of countless possibilities in his heart.

When he climbed the hill and saw everything in front of him, he was speechless for a long time, and what was happening in front of him exceeded the limits of his imagination.

Because in his sight, the big cypress tree, which was regarded by the red cypress tribe as more important than life, had already ignited a raging fire at this moment.

In the midst of the fierce burning, a huge fire burst into the sky.

Even if it is dozens of miles away, it is still clearly distinguishable in such a sunny daylight time......

After seeing this moment, Song Yong seemed to have been drained of all the strength in his body.

When his body was soft, if it weren't for Gardenia's quick hand, he would have sat down on the ground.

It's over! It's all over, they hurried and hurried along the way, but they still came a little late.

Even the big cypress tree, which symbolizes the red cypress tribe, was lit by the savages at this moment, and it was about to be burned clean in the fire.

Then the victory or defeat of the coalition forces seems to be self-evident.

Those old men who occupy eighty percent of the number of the Gray Earth Tribe, do you still have to ask the question of whether they are still alive?

The fire burning in the distance was so obvious that all the people in the support army could see it clearly.

It was also estimated that his second man was short, and now he was afraid that he would be a fierce and auspicious thistle, so he asked Song Yong with a crying voice:

"Brother Yong, what should we do now?"

When this sentence sounded, everyone in the reinforcements who were in a trance reacted: yes, maybe there is salvation, because they still have the backbone of Brother Yong.

It's a pity that Brother Yong, who has a general backbone, is also a panicked horse in his heart now.

As for whether to move on, go to the scene to see, search and rescue the surviving wounded soldiers by the way, or stop the loss in time and go back with the last bit of strength to find a way to defend.

Or, they are destined to be unable to keep the new village of Gray Rabbit, should they start from a new beginning.

Move to an area far from the southwest, with the Savages and the Temple of the Dark.

The above choices, no matter which one Song Yong chooses, are very difficult.

Just when he was undecided, in the gust of mountain wind that suddenly passed in the distance, there was a faint sound of a musket firing.

This shows that the battle between the coalition forces and the savages does not seem to be completely over, and there may be a possibility of reversing it.

After realizing this, Song Yong suddenly had his spirit again.

He jumped up like a spring, and shouted loudly at the old and weak soldiers who were also cheering:

"All of them, everyone picks up speed and at the same time prepares for battle. ”

In Brother Yong's shouting, everyone agreed.

"Ready, fire. ”

With a hoarse voice, the hooligan shouted vigorously.

Then, in the sound of the rogue without a sound, when a burst of muskets like fried beans rang out, a large white smoke choked up immediately.

And under the salvo of a hundred muskets, more than ninety large lead bullets were fired in an instant.

Under such a powerful blow, the wild man, who was still a hundred paces away, fell a large number on the way to the charge.

Even in their hands, they raised the thick wooden shields one after another.

However, when facing the bow and arrows like this, there is a wooden shield with quite good defensive power, but it is easy to be planned under the lead bullet the thickness of the little finger.

Then there was the unabated buckshot, which punched a terrifying wound on the body of the savage warrior.

The reason why only about 90 rounds were fired in the simultaneous fire of a hundred muskets.

That's because there were several muskets in it, and when the trigger was pulled, the stone failed to ignite the ignition in the powder magazine.

Mainly the characters who operate these muskets, they are a little too nervous when they are loading.

Beneath their trembling hands, a considerable portion of the ignition powder that had been poured into the powder jar was sprinkled outside.

With such a little gunpowder, it is difficult to trigger the propellant in the chamber of the gun.

No way! No matter how hard these Grey Rabbit tribe musketeers trained.

When it comes to fighting, under the extreme mental tension, there will always be problems of this and that, and only after many battles can they really grow.

Those savages who fought like chicken blood were also unusually strong in battle.

The clansmen who were obviously charging together fell down wailing after being shot next to them, but they still acted as if they hadn't seen them with all kinds of bone weapons in their hands.

While his mouth was still roaring like a beast, he frantically rammed into the musket phalanx.

It seems that he intends to use his own flesh and blood to break through this coalition army in the southwest region, which can be regarded as the last means of resistance.

Because whether it is a scoundrel who is the commander of the defender, or a secret of the commander of the attacker.

Both of them knew very well that as long as they could break through the last musket phalanx, then the coalition forces in the southwest region, and even the tribes in the entire southwest region.

It's all completely finished, and there is no possibility of a reversal.

So in the sight of the hooligans, it was a tide of savage warriors, rushing up regardless of life and death.

But before they could rush out a few steps, the musketeers who had fired in the row just now had already retreated silently.

A new platoon of musketeers with loaded muskets not only stepped up, but also laid their deadly muskets flat in unison.

Then, the scoundrel who pulled his throat shouted again:

"Ready, fire~"

In the sound of muskets again, the number ten savages were knocked to the ground, and finally the savages charging in dense formation stopped fifty meters away from the musket phalanx......