Before the warriors of Wind Thunder Village could break in, the door was finally closed.

"Deadbolt! Bolt! They're coming! The samurai, who had cut his companion's body in half with an axe, roared, and before the door shut, he saw a large pitch-black shadow rushing towards him at full speed.

The two samurai hurriedly lifted the deadbolt and handed it over.

At this time, the reinforcements finally arrived, and they climbed the wall with bows and arrows, but at the moment of outcropping, an arrow would immediately shoot at the center of their eyebrows in the dark forest, and the samurai, who could not react, fell at the moment of outcropping.

"Quick! Bolt! The warrior took it, and was about to fasten the deadbolt, but the black shadow had already rushed to the gate.

"The First Evolution"

In his eyes, time seemed to slow down, obviously the door bolt was about to be fastened, but the spruce fir gate collapsed in an instant, sawdust and broken sharp wooden strips scattered and splashed, smashing on every warrior beside him, and then the gate was knocked open, and the broken spruce fir knocked all the warriors in front of the door together, and if he was unlucky, he died there on the spot.

The samurai never dreamed that this deadbolt would save his life.

It was a bear-pig three feet wider than its shoulders and nearly five feet tall at its shoulders, it was pitch black, with a long, stiff mane on its back, only a few white hairs mixed with it, and the most shocking thing was not its size, but its amazing pair of fangs, the fangs outside the mouth of an ordinary bear pig were no more than half a foot, and the fangs outside the mouth of this bear pig were a foot and a half!

Its terrifying fangs were like the twin knives of a samurai in his hand, just being there was enough to deter the enemy, and coupled with the sudden advance of the bear-pig's unparalleled pig, anything that dared to stand in its way would be shattered, and it was it that slammed open the gate that was about to close.

On the back of the bear pig was a short samurai, shirtless, covered in muscles, holding a mace longer than him, and those who were hit by him were either killed or wounded. A few of the samurai who had just arrived at the battlefield immediately drew their bows and arrows when they saw him, and they were fifty paces apart, so that the arrows of those samurai could easily penetrate an inch-thick plank!

The samurai on the bear and pig immediately lay on his back and clung to it when he saw the bow-wielding warriors; Five neatly shot feathered arrows whizzed through the air

Even if the samurai dodged, the bear-pig couldn't dodge!

But the pig-bear's head shook wildly, and two of the arrows were flung off by its fangs before they could touch its body, and the other three arrows continued to fly, striking the pig-bear's body, but unable to penetrate its hardened skin mixed with dirt.

The samurai drew their bows again, fired another arrow in vain, and watched as the huge bear-pig crashed into them. The formation of the five of them was instantly knocked into disarray, and the three in the middle were hit on the spot and spat blood, and after a while, they stopped moving, and the situation of the other two was not much better, they were lying on the ground moaning, they didn't know how many ribs were broken, and every time they moved, their bodies would hurt their hearts.

The warrior on the back of the bear pig allowed it to run rampant through the stockade, and any enemy who stood in his way and in his way would die.

Behind him, more and more beasts rode into the stockade, bears, pigs, giant boars, tigers, leopards, and wolves, each of which was a little larger than the usual animals.

The warriors of Sanzhai followed one after another with their weapons, but they could not stop the beasts from riding forward, and in front of those behemoths, they were the prey that were about to be hunted.

Some of the warriors on the back of the beasts jumped directly from their mounts and went to fight the warriors of Sanzhai in close quarters, while their mounts turned into other combat forces, pounced directly on them, and tore open the throats of their enemies with their claws and fangs.

At this moment, in the upper camp of Sanzhai, a team of patrolling samurai finally discovered the abnormal movement of the rear camp.

"Below! Look at the gate of the former camp! A samurai stood on the edge of the cliff and shouted.

Sanzhai is divided into the front camp, the back camp, the upper camp, the front and rear camps are on both sides of the Jinsha River, the middle is connected by a suspension bridge made of pure iron, since the two kings of the wind and thunder village are divided, the front camp is classified as the wind and thunder village, and the rear camp and the upper camp are classified as Yunshen Village. Originally, there were only two gates in Sanzhai, there was one in the front camp and one in the back camp, now the three villages were divided, Yunshenzhai built another gate on the side of the suspension bridge in the back camp, the location of the camp is special, it is the smallest of the three villages, and it is also the most dangerous one of the villages, the camp is on a hill in the back camp, to go to the camp, you can only pass a trail about five feet wide on the mountainside, it is so, there are only fifty warriors stationed in the camp.

The three samurai who were patrolling with him all looked in the direction he was looking

Seeing that the fire at the gate of the camp was soaring, the figures were shaking, and the shouts of killing even reached their ears with the wind.

"What to do? Do you want to go down for reinforcements? Someone asked in a low voice.

"I think...... It seems that the walled gate has been breached?! They all stared at the gate with wide eyes.

"Who the hell is it...... Actually broke through the gates? ”

"Reinforcements! We've got reinforcements! The samurai who first discovered the situation in the rear camp said without thinking, "Come with me!" Let's go down between! ”

After saying that, he turned his head to look at the warrior at the end of the line and said, "Go to the stockade and call all the brothers up, remember, be quick!" ”

The warrior nodded vigorously, turned and ran into the depths of the stockade.

"Let's go! Let's go down! The samurai roared.

On the other side, the dead soldiers of the Wind and Thunder Village, who had entered the stockade from the suspension bridge, were also exploring step by step, and they were ordered to kill all those who wandered in the stockade, whether it was a man or a woman, a samurai or a civilian, and those who were hiding in the house were left alone.

There are a total of twelve dead soldiers in this team, and there will be samurai from Wind and Thunder Village who will come over later.

The dead soldier at the head suddenly stopped, he turned his head to look at the path leading to the top of the mountain, and saw a figure rushing down from it, and he immediately motioned for his men to hide and wait for the samurai to fall into the net.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" The samurai at the head shouted to his companions behind him, his sword still in its scabbard, and they ran wildly, not noticing their surroundings.

The companions behind him didn't make a sound, but silently quickened their pace, and compared to the vine Chang who rushed to the front, their foot strength was still not good.

"Hurry up!" Fujicho turned around and yelled again.

The samurai had no choice but to speed up again.

Fuji Chang turned back satisfied, but as soon as he turned his head, he was greeted by a sharp scimitar.

He didn't have time to react at all, he didn't even pull out the knife, and just "crashed" into the edge of the knife.

Blood splattered, he clutched his neck and slowly fell to his knees, his eyes were unwillingly open, but he could no longer see, behind him, his companions were falling one by one.