Wei Yan walked like a fly, and the long knife that was obviously not conducive to jungle warfare danced out of flowers, skillfully dodging all the branches at the same time, the knife flashed, and the natives who blocked the way had already harvested their lives.

Wei Yan was like a bamboo, he himself was silent, but everywhere he passed, the continuous screams reminded the indigenous five short warriors who were like pioneers.

The indigenous warriors were taken aback by Wei Yan's tall body, explosive figure, and powerful iron armor, but in the face of Wei Yan's provocation, as a famous warrior in the tribe, he couldn't lose his prestige.

"Wow! Whoa! ”

The five short soldiers screamed strangely, like the harlequin of Peking Opera, Wei Yan was still silent, and when the two met, Wei Yan told him what real power does not need to be called this kind of superficial kung fu.

"Huh~"

The long knife came to the simplest force to slash Huashan, and the simple move used an extraordinary effect, just because of the right time and extraordinary speed.

The long knives that were chopped down were as swift as lightning, and the five short warriors only had time to set up their machetes to block them.

"Puff~When~"

First there was the sound of long knives entering the flesh, and then the iron soldiers collided, and the five short soldiers moved too slowly, half of their heads were split, and the machete touched the long knife.

Wei Yan pulled out his long knife and snorted coldly: "Don't measure yourself!" ”

Solved the opponent's most active soldiers, Wei Yan slammed left and right, looking for difficult opponents to kill, this is good, the difficult strong enemy in front of the Eight Banners, Wei Yan is like a chicken and a dog in front of him.

Both sides are fighting in a swarm, relying on one drum, and Wei Yan's addition broke the balance, the morale of the natives who were killed dropped greatly, and the most capable warriors were not the enemies of the other party, just like where the natives dared to resist Wei Yan.

Wherever Wei Yan passed, the natives fled in a hurry, and after a while, a chain reaction occurred, and all the natives fled and hid in the dense forest without a trace.

"Phew~"

A mouthful of spit flew in the direction of the deserter, and Wei Yanchang put away his knife:

"Clean up the battlefield!"

"Ten thousand wins!"

The Eight Banners soldiers were cheering, they believed in the respect of the strong, and they were full of admiration for Wei Yan, who was strong in martial arts, and they also included Gao Zai and Ah Hu.

Gao Zai stepped forward, looked at the head of the indigenous he had killed, curled his hair, pinned it to his waist, and walked to another of his own battle again.

While the Eight Banners collect the heads, they will also collect a small number of iron soldiers, and they will naturally not let go of any financial resources, such as animal skins and jewelry on the corpses of an indigenous people.

The Eight Banners were cleaning the battlefield here, and the strange howls of wolves in the dense forest over there suddenly came out, and the indigenous people and horses who had just escaped came back in a circle.

"Prepare for battle!"

"Prepare for battle!"

Wei Yan shouted, and the Eight Banners stopped harvesting and showed their weapons one after another.

This time the natives did not rush to attack, but only a strong strange scream, and the sound was all over the dense forest, echoing loudly, to prove that they were numerous.

For this psychological tactic, Wei Yan was full of disdain, and led a battalion to the forefront of the Eight Banners, and as the main general, he stood at the forefront.

The Lord has shown everyone what true power is with the courage to take the lead.

The aborigines screamed, and the Eight Banners soldiers were indifferent at all under the encouragement of the main general standing at the head of the line, maybe they were tired, or maybe they were useless, and the strange screams slowly began to converge.

In the dense forest, a group of strong natives came out, they were also scattered and had no formation, but everyone had iron soldiers, and the middle one who was protected by layers even had iron armor, and it was not a big Han armor at a glance.

The armor is like a vest, similar to the simplest Yong armor of the Han Dynasty, both arms are completely exposed outside the iron armor, there are a lot of flashy patterns, and the weapon in the other party's hand is not the rough of others, but an exotic style of sword.

"Hula-wa-la~"

There was a burst of inhuman language when he spoke, and Wei Yan couldn't understand it, and at this time, a strong man next to him began to translate in Funan Tu.

The difference in translation is that it has changed from hula wow la to chirping, and I just can't understand it anyway.

After chattering for a long time, Wei Yan finally understood—the other party spoke Funan Tu.

"Get a translator!"

Gao Zai, who already speaks good Chinese, came out:

"Meet the General!"

Wei Yan only felt a little familiar with people, but when there were more people he was familiar with, he didn't care, just nodded:

"What are you talking about?"

This scene gave Gao Zai a great impact, it was nothing in the past, and he was used to being despised, but after enjoying Cao Xing's courtesy, his mentality was different, Wei Yan's performance made Gao Zai's sense of belonging to Cao Xuan deeper.

"The other party is asking the general's name, and at the same time asking why they are attacking their tribe."

"Heh, tell them that we don't change our name or sit or change our surname, but their suzerain, the Han Chu Army, these people provoked me first, and now come out to teach them a lesson!

Don't forget to ask who the other person is first. ”

Gao Zai communicated with the other party in Funan native language for a while, and from time to time there were some quarrels, looking at Gao Zai's blushing face and thick neck, obviously he did not give in because the other party was Funan at the same time.

The people of Funan really have no national concept, barbarians are barbarians after all, Wei Yan despised them in his heart.

"General, the other party is the tribe mixed up by the generals of the Ming Kingdom."

Gao Zai pointed his hand and pointed to the man who was wearing gorgeous armor and was seven feet tall:

"He's just a mix."

The other party shouted because of Gao Zai's fingers, but Gao Zai was indifferent, let you be the first general in Funan, and I have the identity of the commander of the Eight Banners of the Chu Army, it is enough not to give you face.

"I can't imagine that this sunken eye is a mixed filling!"

Wei Yan sighed, and then pointed at the knife:

"Kill! After killing the other party, talk to him about compensation! ”

"Kill!"

The Eight Banners soldiers shouted to kill the sky, different from the thunder and rain of the natives, when the word killing was shouted, the people had already launched a charge, because of the translation, Gao Zai had not had time to return to his team, so he simply followed Wei Yan's side.

"Hulahula!"

The mix keeps shouting loudly, and I've seen people who start doing it without saying a word, but I've never seen this kind of thing that just reports the name and starts it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Mixed shouted, commanding his subordinates to launch a counter-charge, but he did not move forward, Wei Yan's martial arts he had seen, he dared to step forward to compete before, now, it is more important to wear clothes and food.

The two sides strangled together again, this time there were more Funan natives participating in the war, paving in a semicircle, surrounded on three sides, this is the only tactic that can be used by the mix, and it is also this tactic that has allowed him to lay the foundation he is now.