Apparently standing in the first few rows were the strongest men, their faces painted with colorful patterns, their foreheads painted with mysterious symbols, and their heads stuck with various white and red feathers of various lengths, and in the distance, these tribal warriors stared with deep eyes in the direction of the wooden wall, without saying a word.

However, this silence was only for a moment, and after a few breaths, there was a loud cheer from the crowd, so all the natives suddenly cheered, Wei Hong hurried to look for the reason in the binoculars, and soon found another group of dressed men behind the separated people, who were clustered around a tall man.

It turned out that it was the tribal leader who appeared.

It was a tall, muscular man, with towering multicolored feathers on his head, a robe sewn from animal skins, and a pair of heavy black stone axes in his hands, all of which highlighted his distinctive identity.

At this moment the leader stepped out of the crowd and stood in front of the crowd, only to see him holding a stone axe alof, facing the wooden wall in the distance and looking up to the sky and roaring—

"Haji Mabola!"

"Roar! Roar! ”

Thousands of warriors immediately let out a battle cry in unison, and the sound waves rushed into the sky, startling the birds and beasts hiding in the surrounding grass......

"Hello Bao Ma Bo Zila!"

"Roar! Roar! ”

"Hello Bao Ma Bozila!"

"Roar! Roar! ”

......

"Ani...... Murrow...... Aniah...... Gra ......"

Accompanied by a rhythmic battle cry, several chants suddenly came out of the crowd, and several old men with dyes painted on their faces came out of the crowd, only to see them kneeling in the grass, their hands raised in the air, their backs facing the sky, and their mouths shouting hoarsely to the sky.

Apparently, this was the tribe's priests praying for strength and protection from their gods, and as several old men chanted hoarsely, the surrounding warriors, led by their leaders, also began to sing the tune of the sacrifices collectively, and their bodies writhed together, and began to dance a strange, sting-in-place dance.

The soldiers on the wooden wall were all stunned, these military households and ronins from the "civilized world" of the Eastern Continent and the northern island country were probably the first time they had seen this kind of scene, and they were a little overwhelmed for a while, and the soldiers all looked at their leader at this time, the deputy governor and captain who was standing on the platform of the city gate cave.

At this moment, in Wei Hong's eyes, these actions are a ridiculous superstition, no, there is a similar metaphor---- square dance danced by aunts and uncles in the old world......

So Wei Hong suddenly laughed, and he shouted loudly to the soldiers lying on the wooden wall below, these fools are jumping the rope! You're done with these performances and ready to fight!

Many soldiers couldn't help but laugh after listening to the adult's words, and now the soldiers have been with the vice-governor and captain for a long time, and they also know what the mantra of the adult's mouth is referring to, so the more they look at the other side, the more they look like fools, and the tension on the wooden wall has dissipated a lot.

However, the atmosphere on the other side became more and more serious, when the rhythmic dance steps became more intense, the stone axe of the leader in the distance suddenly pointed forward, and then several wooden drums behind him were suddenly beaten hard, in the fierce beating of the wooden drums, thousands of warriors burst out of their mouths with a roaring war cry, holding the wooden spear high, and suddenly jumped up and down, left and right, the movement was like a large group of agile cheetahs, and then, this group of people rushed straight towards the wooden wall.

The enemy's frontal attack was directed at the gate on the western section of the wooden wall, which was Wei Hong's defensive area.

"Then again, they're really brave!"

At this time, Wei Hong had already lost the tension and uneasiness in his heart before the battle, when he faced the surging threat, a stubbornness and unyielding from the depths of his soul was suddenly stimulated, Wei Hong's face showed a cruel smile, he took off the AK*** on his shoulder, and shouted loudly to the soldiers around him:

"Spearmen, shieldmen, inner walls assembled!"

"Musketeers on the outer wall!"

"Listen to me! Steady! Steady! Put the enemy within a hundred meters and shoot! ”

One hundred meters, in this era, is the maximum effective killing range of ordinary bows and arrows and throwing cold weapons, and this order issued by Wei Hong was well thought out, and the main purpose was to improve the hit rate of the Type 57 rifle.

You know, these soldiers armed with Type 57 rifles had an average of only forty rounds per person, and apparently, when these bullets were exhausted, they had to fight hand-to-hand with bayonets.

Therefore, Wei Hong hoped that through a few rounds of shooting, he could kill the charging enemy to the maximum.

The enemy's battle cry was getting closer and closer, and at this time, Wei Hong's heart suddenly beat faster inexplicably, and he held *** tightly with both hands, and even trembled slightly.

Although he had fought face-to-face with the natives in the wilderness of Wepa, he had only faced a few dozen men and his comrades, and now he was facing thousands of attackers, and in any case, it was the first time in his life that he was facing a real battlefield.

Suddenly, in the distance of Wei Hong's left flank, there was a sound of *** point shooting and the shooting of the 57-style rifle, at this time Wei Hong's heart was relieved, he knew that it was Brother Hou who came to support.

It was indeed Hou Xianglin who fired over there, the total length of the wooden wall in the southern section was one kilometer, there were two city gates in the east and west, and the distance between the city gates was more than 300 meters, just when the tribal warriors in the distance began to charge, Hou Xianglin also immediately judged that the enemy's main attack direction was the section of the wooden wall defended by Wei Hong, so he immediately rushed over with forty-three riflemen.

Soon, Hou Xianglin's reinforcements opened fire on a group of tribal warriors who were the first to rush to the ground near the wooden wall in front of the right, but the distance of the fire was a hundred meters away, which was obviously different from the tactics discussed by the two at the beginning.

But this can't blame Hou Xianglin for not being able to hold his breath, because in his eyes, thousands of people gathered together and rushed straight towards the wooden wall where there were only 200 people defending, and the feeling of being in danger on our side was really strong.

Although the distance was relatively long, the concentrated fire of the Type 57 rifle still had a certain effect, and after a roar, Hou Xianglin could barely see the situation in front of him on the right through the rising smoke - about a dozen natives fell to the ground on the spot.

"Free Fire!"

Hou Xianglin shouted loudly to the riflemen around him, and then stepped forward with AK47*** himself, only to see him show a small half of his body, and began to shoot wildly at the crowd a hundred meters away, until the magazine was empty, and then squatted down to load another magazine, and then stepped forward again, and when he was about to shoot again, a wooden spear roared, and with a bang, it was nailed to the log in front of Hou Xianglin.

"Be careful, sir!"

Hou Xianglin's ears suddenly sounded the sound of He Sizhi's voice, and then he felt that he was pulled down the wooden steps by a force, saying that it was too late, and that was fast, Hou Xianglin had just lowered his body, and two wooden spears flew over his head with the sound of the wind, and were nailed to the logs of the inner wall like arrows.

"Holy!"

Hou Xianglin broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly looked at the place where the wooden spear came from, only to find that a large group of enemies had quietly touched less than sixty meters in front of him!

It was apparently a group of well-trained hunters, who were stalking through the grass and rapidly approaching the wooden wall.

Obviously, the other party also found out that the attack was unsuccessful, so several people in the crowd immediately stood up from the half-human-high artemisia grass, raised the wooden spear, leaned back, and prepared to throw the wooden spear at him again.

"the chicken!"

At this time, Hou Xianglin didn't know which angry nerve was triggered, but he stepped forward from behind the wooden wall regardless of it, and shot wildly at the group of people dozens of meters away.

At this moment, the riflemen around Hou Xianglin finally came to their senses, and they turned their guns one after another and began to shoot at the enemy in front of them.