The Indians are still in the social stage of the clan commune, and they are still very democratic, but when they really face a big matter that cannot be decided or stalemate, the most direct solution is violence!

Whose fist is hard to listen to whom!

In the loud sound, more than a dozen tribes of all sizes formed a big circle, and the bright fire blocked the water around a dueling arena, Mao Xingjian's ears were full of the classic Indian roaring sound in the American TV series in the later generations, with his back to himself, the mountain lion tribe plus the red deer, the eighteen members were like beasts, holding the spear forward in their right hand, crouching slightly, and opposite her, the big chief of the ground squirrel tribe, the tooth rat, was burly standing in the front, and behind him, those warriors were also nervously pressing the spear.

In the creaking sound of metal rubbing, a cold light radiated from his waist, looking at the moving knife light, Mao Xingjian's heart beat violently.

is worthy of being a big chief, and he is also the best guy, although he is not interested in weapons, but his old son Mao Jue is a collector, this kind of blade prince has also seen a lot, the Middle East has spread, the orthodox Damascus scimitar, blowing iron and breaking gold, extremely sharp! Worth a thousand dollars! I really don't know which Spanish colonizer leader the tooth rat took it from.

On this blade alone, Chilu has already fallen behind!

His heart was beating wildly, and Mao Xingjian couldn't help but whisper to Su Yu, who was looking at Su Yu in a daze.

"Ah Yu, why do you want to duel? And what are the rules of the duel? ”

"If the Mountain Lion Tribe wants to oppose the decision made by the Great Chief, the Red Deer Patriarch will challenge the Great Chief of the Tooth Rat! As for the rules of the duel, there are no rules, if the warriors of one side of the battle die or have the will to fight, the other side wins! ”

Looking at the two people facing each other with palpitations, Su Yu's eyes didn't dare to leave for a moment, and he said hurriedly.

"The last time the crown prince decided to release the prisoners of war, my father already wanted you to launch such a challenge with two pots of boiling water, but the Red Cloud Great Wizard and several clan chiefs in the clan did not support him, so he gave up, although the challenge to the big chief is rare in history, but many times, it is almost the death of one side, and the curtain ends!"

No wonder before coming out this time, Chilu handed over the chieftain feather crown to someone else, her own small request, it turned out that she needed to fight for her life, Mao Xingjian was a little moved, but also a little unbearable, hesitated to stretch out his slap and drag this strong Apache woman back, but this hand was not stretched out after all.

Whether or not he can conquer Apache is related to whether he can rule the six tribes of the south.

Even if..., even if the red deer is sacrificed for this!

Just as he hesitated, the tooth rat was already roaring like a beast

"Chilu, the leader of the mountain lion tribe from the wasteland, has come to challenge my position as the great chief for the sake of a foreign god!"

"When we are hungry, we also look for fruit in the trees! If the Sioux had the means to create more food, why should they let their people starve? Since the Great Chief does not agree, then I, Chilu, will fight according to the ancient tradition, and only blood can reach the gods! ”

Holding a heavy spear in his right hand, his full chest protruded, facing the people who were watching, Chilu also roared with an open heart, listening to her words, many people couldn't help but nod their heads, seeing this, the burly and tall toothed rat obviously showed a furious look, shaking the murderous Damascus scimitar on his wrist, and he also roared cruelly with his head held high.

"Then let the gods decide!"

Suddenly, with the sound of the blade, he said to fight, and his scimitar had already slashed at the red deer, and the sharp blade emitted a piercing meditation in the air, and a few strands of black hair flew with the blade.

Like a nimble deer, dragging a spear, the red deer dodged the blow and quickly dodged to the left side of the Great Chief, slashing at his left arm with a spear whirlwind in both hands.

Boom, sparks erupted in mid-air.

At the same time, the seventeen hunters of the Mountain Lion Tribe also roared and fought fiercely with the twenty-five warriors of the Squirrel Tribe on the opposite side.

Cruelty, primitiveness, and that unique charm, as the blood showed in Mao Xingjian's dull gaze, both sides were the best hunters, and they would also show off against the best of nature.

Like a galloping lion, he suddenly threw his spear forward, followed by the spear, holding a sharp flint knife in his hand, a mountain lion tribe warrior roared into the crowd, his opponent had just used his spear to pull away the spear, he had already fallen to the ground with his ferocity, the sharp short knife cut fiercely at the man's neck, and blood gushed out like a spring.

Don't underestimate ground squirrels, in North America, they are far more successful than cougars! The spears in the sky crackled and smashed over, so that the members of the other mountain lion tribes were overwhelmed, and this kung fu, the spear of the snorting cold man stabbed from below, and the sound of steel piercing the flesh with a fluttering sound, and several members of the mountain lion tribe fell to the ground spitting blood.

At this time, Chilu is even more dangerous, the tooth rat can be the big chief, but he is not like Mao Xingjian pretending to be a fool, with a sharp and heavy Damascus scimitar, he is not like a gopher, but rampage like a North American brown bear, and Chilu obviously belongs to the speed type, she can only jump back and forth to dodge, and the cold can only fight back.

Seeing that now, Mao Xingjian was already drenched in cold sweat, gritted his teeth, he took it from Su Yu's body and carried a food bag with him, and others didn't pay attention, took a step forward and walked into the circle.

Bears don't just have power, they also have speed! The tooth rat is a battle-hardened hunter, and once again, Chilu's spear stabbed from the side, and with a clatter, Chilu retreated to the right again, but this time, he had already gained insight into her activity habits, and the big chief actually took the first step to press over, his body rotated, and with the help of the whirling force, he slashed out the heavy knife fiercely.

There was no way to retreat, Chilu could only grit his teeth and turn the short spear sideways, and take the knife hard, in the clanging sound, the huge force shook her hands numb, but before she could slow down, the unforgiving tooth rat swirled its body again, buzzed down the second blow, and once again slashed at the handle of Chilu's gun.

There was a buzz, sawdust splashed, and a deep mark appeared on the hilt.

There was no way to retreat, followed by the third knife, the fourth knife, under the huge force, the wound on the back shoulder of Chilu that had not healed had burst out, and a trace of blood came out, just as she gritted her teeth and roared with all her strength to hold the short spear, the fifth knife of the tooth rat was slashed down fiercely.

In the sound of clicking, the hard gun wood from Iberia could not withstand the thunderous blow of the cold iron in the Middle East, and in the click sound, it broke violently, and in the frightened eyes of the red deer, the tooth rat raised the scimitar for the sixth time with a sense of pride.

didn't dodge, Chilu couldn't help but turn around, but in her pupils, it was the muzzle of a trumpet musket that Mao Xingjian didn't know when to raise.

Bang~

Fortunately, Chilu was petite, and at the same time was already kneeling on the ground, the nearest iron shotgun grazed her hair, or burrowed heavily into the burly figure of the tooth mouse, to be honest, this kind of military shotgun is not very powerful, and the effect of making a loud noise to scare the beast is greater, eight small shotguns are not enough to kill the tooth mouse, but it is enough for him to stagger back.

After retreating a few times, as if he felt more deceived, the big chief once again raised his knife and let out a heart-rending roar, but at this moment, it was enough for Mao Xingjian to rush to Chilu's side, and in the next second, the beautiful matriarch pounced out like a raging cougar.

Hiss~ The sharp blade slashed through Chilu's right rib, and blood gushed out.

Poof~ took it from Mao Xingjian's hand, and the equally sharp Damascus short blade cut off half of his neck.

With a clang, the scimitar fell to the ground with a bang, covering the blood gushing from the spring, and its eyes protruding like toads, and staggered forward a few times, fluttering, and finally the burly old Indian hunter slammed down on the ground like a brown bear.

The whole holy place was silent.

After a while, the remnants of the ground squirrel hunter held a spear full of blood, regardless of it, howling and rushing towards Mao Xingjian and Chilu like a madman, subconsciously, the matriarch blocked the prince behind her, but it was also this position, Mao Xingjian hugged her chest, and opened the lighter bar he had just sent, and the next second, he pointed the plucked noodle pocket to the swarming ground squirrel hunters, and the hole that had just been cut by the dagger was facing himself.

Call~

In the disbelief of all the Apaches, a fire dragon rushed into front of them with teeth and claws, like a beast afraid of fire, and a dozen ground squirrel hunters screamed and crawled back, and when they got up in shock, several scarred mountain lion tribe hunters had pointed their spears at their necks.

The mighty Great Chief of the Apache Department is actually dead!

This result made the entire tribe silent, and after more than half a minute, a member of the ground squirrel tribe sitting on the ground pointed at Mao Xingjian, who was still holding the red deer, and roared, and then the whole tribe also roared chaotically.

The chaotic sound finally woke up the incredible Chilu, slammed off Mao Xingjian's arm, looked back at the noisy and confused prince, and then at the noisy Apache patriarchs, and suddenly gritted her teeth fiercely, ignoring the pain of several wounds on her body, she raised her arms high, raised the lighter just now with her right hand, and shouted in Apache again.

Once again, the surrounding Apache fell silent, and under Mao Xingjian's inexplicable eyes, including the ground squirrel tribe, they finally sat down on their knees, and raised their hands reverently.

Looking at the bloodied but frantically shouting Chilu, Su Yu's pupils couldn't help but reveal a trace of worry and gloom, and his gaze finally fell gloomily on Han Xiaomo, who was looking stupidly behind.....

(End of chapter)