"Die! I must use your pretty little head to make a most exquisite wine cup to be dedicated to the noble Secret Lord. ”

In such a sentence, the roar resounded through most of the battlefield.

A savage warrior who was definitely one of the top players in the savage army suddenly jumped up and pounced on Song Yong on the back of the turtle.

While the others were still in mid-air, they took an iron spear captured from the Coalition dead.

Like a swift bolt of lightning, it was thrown at Song Yong's chest and abdomen.

Such a scene immediately aroused countless cheers among the savages, which undoubtedly made them see some hope in their feeling that they were becoming more and more bad.

As long as you kill the only remaining witch on the other side, the guy called Brother Yong, the gray rabbit of Laozi, everything will return to the original track.

The one they are about to win and enjoy the delicious taste of victory on the track.

And the reason why Song Yong is sure that this wild man is not an ordinary person.

It was an ordinary savage, and it was estimated that there was no way to use such a loud voice and make a voice that Song Yong could hear so clearly on the battlefield where the shouting and killing sound shook the sky.

In the same way, the physical fitness of primitive people and natives is strong.

But jumping up after such a charge, a fierce man who can jump nearly ten meters high is definitely a very rare thing among them.

It's a pity that this savage powerhouse who didn't even have time to report his name directly let Song Yong ignore it.

He just entered the magical bullet time, glanced at it quickly, and immediately retreated.

Just by relying on such a little time, Song Yong could clearly see the trajectory of the spear thrown by the savage powerhouse that was flying in the air.

For this reason, he shifted his head slightly.

Then, the spear with a strong wind grazed Song Yong's head and missed.

At the same time, the gardenia girl, who had been nervously guarding Song Yong, immediately shot a sharp arrow, accurately hitting the chest of this kind of savage powerhouse.

Not to mention, this thing is a little bit tough.

After the chest was shot through by Gardenia, there was only ferocity and hideousness in the expression on his face, and there was no fear or pain.

But his personal performance can be regarded as the end of it.

There were several gunshots in a row, and at other times and occasions, this savage powerhouse could easily kill a large number of old and weak women and children.

With a sharp musket, he punched several fist-sized wounds on his body.

It's like beating a large turkey, and it's just neatly killed.

After watching a lump of guano fall from the sky, the morale of the savage army, which had just been raised a little, dropped like a tide......

It's like swatting a slightly larger fly to death between backhands.

Song Yong didn't care at all about the situation that after the savage powerhouse appeared on the scene, he fell as quickly as a sand sculpture.

At this moment, Song Yong, who was standing on the back of the turtle with his back straight, had already put his mind in a more important place.

He was still observing the battle situation on the battlefield all the time, and if he found something happening, he immediately shouted hard with an electric horn.

Commanding the personnel in the phalanx, making various contingencies in a timely manner.

For example, the defenders in any position are about to be killed and wounded, so in order not to break through the formation, quickly let the surrounding personnel support them.

Or, where is the phalanx torn by the savage army, a small opening.

He must mobilize the surrounding area, use the strong men to maneuver, drive the wildlings out of the phalanx at any cost, and keep the phalanx intact.

Because Song Yong knew very well that in the face of the number of people and the combat effectiveness of a single body, it was a savage army that surpassed the coalition army.

Only by relying on a rigorous formation and a non-stop fighting rhythm can they kill more opponents and win this big battle.

But even so, there are often savage powerhouses who rely on their strong combat power to cut out a piece of the edge of the phalanx under the impact of life and death.

Then, the coalition fighters who had broken away from the phalanx immediately fell into a siege of more than ten times their strength.

Soon after, all of them were killed.

The savage army seems to be venting the depression in their hearts, and each of these coalition troops who died in battle will leave many dense and terrifying wounds on their bodies.

Therefore, the formation of the coalition forces must not be messed up.

The only thing that made Song Yong happy was that if the current situation continued, although every second in this way, countless people would die in battle.

But among the men on both sides who died in battle, the savage army made up the vast majority.

It was as if a soccer ball had been kicked with all its might by a professional soccer superstar, hitting a dense row of small bowling bottles.

Suddenly, those fragile little bottles flew all over the sky.

When the turtle shell like a hill collides with the wild people in front of it, it is the same result.

It doesn't matter if it's the person standing in front of the turtle shell, whether it's the strongest among the savages, or the disciples of the Secret Hall who have mastered some secret methods.

As long as the upper part is hit, it will definitely be knocked into the air.

That's not right, because there are a small number of unlucky eggs among them, and after being unfortunately crushed by the turtle shell, it is immediately a bloody end.

In contrast, those guys who were knocked away were also hung up.

But these savage warriors who were killed by a collision or fall to death died in a much more dignified way.

When another bunch of people in front of him were knocked away by Da Mao, Song Yong was surprised to find that the triangular phalanx of the coalition army led by him had once again chiseled through the enemy formation.

Specifically, he couldn't remember whether this was the third or fourth time he had cut through the enemy line.

But what is certain is that every time the process of cutting through the enemy formation, one or two thousand savage warriors can be killed.

So now, the original dense number of savages has almost been reduced by half.

What's more, he saw these guys who had always been fearless of death from the faces of savage warriors not far away, and a deep affection of fear and horror finally appeared on his faces.

And so far, the casualties of the coalition forces should not exceed 2,000.

Therefore, the corners of the skirt of the goddess of victory seem to have been faintly facing their coalition side, and it has been lifted extremely secretly.

Such a discovery made Song Yong so excited that even his entire heart had to beat violently.

Holding back the intense excitement in his heart, Song Yong took the phalanx and made another arc, which was considered a new U-turn, and the arrow of the phalanx was once again aimed at the location of the savage.

The mouth shouted wildly: "Forward, all the way forward......"

The coalition's irresistible piercing tactics, as well as the huge casualties that continued to appear, made the supreme commander of the savage army, the six elders of the Secret Temple, solemn.

Even if they don't have an eyeball in their eye sockets, there is no such thing as an eyeball at all.

But his understanding of the entire battlefield situation is no weaker than Song Yong, who is standing on a high place and observing with a telescope.

After they glanced at each other, they knew they had to make a big move.

Because if they continue to fight, even if they don't care about the losses of their savages, if the losses are really too great, they will not be able to hold the spoils of the southwest region.

As a result, the six Secret Hall Elders took action at the same time.

Under their different gestures, a phantom flew out from under their wide skin.

Then, six small phantoms were above their heads, and finally they intertwined together, forming a large cloud of phantoms that were several meters square.

After the phantom distorted in the air for a while, it finally turned into a black giant eagle that looked like a substance, and pounced straight towards Song Yong.

Such a scene almost didn't scare the spears and hooligans in the coalition army to death when they saw this scene.

Because they knew that as long as Brother Yong died in battle, then the coalition army and the hundreds of tribes in the southwest region would all be finished.

However, it doesn't matter if they shoot bows and arrows and buckshots, or even throwing spears with all their might.

Even if they barely touched the giant eagle that was flying swiftly towards it, it was after passing through the giant eagle's body that they did not get the slightest effect.

At this time, Song Yong opened his mouth and smiled.

A little zipper of the backpack behind him that he flew open, revealing a little bit of the corner, which made the natives of the Gray Rabbit tribe so familiar and kind.

Isn't that thing enshrined on the edge of the fire pond, the tablet of the ancestor of a certain Chinese tribe?