"Sure enough, I'm still going to tell the story." Pang Tong pretended to be helpless and said: "Actually, I am a member of Pang Tongjun, and right now Pang Tongjun is fighting Yongzhou with Ma Teng's army. Ma Teng didn't have the heart to defend the foot of the mountain at all, there were only more than a thousand people, just pretending over there. I have sent the mountain bear, the warrior who came with me to Mount Wata, to the north, and he will definitely let the Pang Tongjun come here. We will be saved. ”

Even Kuimen laughed and said loudly, "I really don't have the heart to mess with you." Didn't you say that Pang Tong had already been killed by them? His subordinates seem to be overwhelmed, how can they have the heart to take care of our affairs. Why did they come to our rescue? ”

Tuado also said: "Wuxing County in the north is in Ma Teng's pocket, and the people of Sizhou want to cross the county to save us?" That's just rushing in the enemy line, how can there be such a big fool? ”

"I am the strategist of the Pang Tong Army," Pang Tong said calmly in the face of their sneer, "I see the amazing medical skills of the Vasai tribe, and the huge people desperately need this miraculous medical skills, and he will do whatever it takes to obtain this power." Believe it or not, Pang Tongjun will definitely come! ”

However, even he himself was not sure of this, because whether Dian Wei had sneaked out of the enemy encirclement, whether he had reached Chang'an, and whether he had found the army was a question.

But he thought that it was certain that he would die if he stayed here, so it was better to run north, and perhaps he could break through the small defense line at the foot of the mountain and cross Wuxing County to his own territory when Ma Teng was unprepared.

"It's the only hope." He added.

"Absolutely not, never give up here! This is a betrayal of the mountain god! ”

Badar's facial muscles trembled persistently with his pronunciation, and his tough statement only proved once again the deep-seated mentality of the mountain people, who were unwilling to abandon the village, let alone leave the mountain. Getting them out of Watta Hill is almost a fish out of the pool, and they will definitely suffocate. This kind of thinking is really a virus, Pang Tong thought so and gritted his teeth. Because the patriarchs of the other two clans all nodded silently. yes, these guys don't want to leave the Watta Mountains either.

He thought to himself, "Shouldn't I get out of the way, these stubborn guys just make me feel like I'm in trouble." No, I've been willingly getting into trouble a long time ago! ”

He had nothing to say.

After a while, the vast woodland to the west began to stir. Large flocks of birds take to the skies. The sound of a mountain dog barking sounded not far away.

The enemy is approaching. When Badar, Kuimen, and Tuado reached the front, they took up their weapons and stood with the defenders, and the archers drew their arrows. Pang Tong was still standing on the stairs of the dispute with them, and he muttered, "I actually haven't left, what do I want to do." ”

In the woods, it is not human beings who come by stepping on the leaves and stirring up dust. Some mountain dogs with brown, black fur back then. Their ears fluttered with the running motion, and saliva splashed from their mouths with their tongues. Breathless, they locked onto the high wall in front of them with their own unique vision system, as well as the guards.

"It's a Modo bitch!"

Kuimen said loudly, the spear in his hand waved in the air, and he actually stood on the stone wall, which was the front line of the front. This guy has given up his right to be the patriarch, and he has ignored the idea that if he doesn't have him, he will make the snake clan change.

It is only in the fight against the enemy that he can find his obligation as a patriarch.

Because of Pang Tong's thoughts, the high wall was really effective in stopping those mad dogs. If it were a normal day, it would be worth laughing about. That's hundreds of mountain dogs, and a head-on conflict can have a little effect. But now, like a pack of lost dogs, barking under the stone wall, spitting their spittle stars, leaning against the wall, their paws constantly scratching the stone wall, leaving fresh shallow marks.

Covered by the shadows of the treetops and foliage, the archers were unable to catch the position of the approaching enemy. But they shot the arrows anyway. Feathered arrows sometimes pierced the poles or trees, but most of them fell directly through the leaves, and a whistling sound of sharp arrows was heard, followed by the screams of enemies or the sound of falling to the ground. At the low wall, the guards who saw the wooden masks in front of them encouraged themselves.

The first wave of infantry approached, with machetes wielding Modor masks painted in goblin patterns to intimidate the enemy. But the mountain people, who were accustomed to seeing their faces, didn't pay attention to them at all. The Modo who came against the arrow array must have regretted it, many of them lay down on the road, and those who were close to the wall could not climb up at all. As soon as he got closer, he was stabbed in the body by the spear of the snake clan.

Kuimen's eyes were red, the spear in his hand stabbed the enemy wildly, he pierced the head, he pulled out his weapon with angry eyes, and stabbed down again, the guy who wanted to step on the wall from his companion, was stabbed in the right cheek, and the face that was pierced showed a terrible look of horror, and the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground. Kuimen's hands were forced, the green tendons on his arms burst, and he angrily lifted the enemy, who had no way to wail, into the air, and then, the same man on one side pierced his chest with unmistakable accuracy, and both of them pulled out their weapons at the same time. The man, whose mask was tilted to one side, spasmed on the ground, his body trembling helplessly, puddles of water forming underneath.

His companion kicked him over with a slam of his body, intent on climbing to the top of the wall, only to be impaled through the mask by the enraged spears of the Serpents.

Badal bent down and slashed the enemy's arm towards the wall, splattering with blood. Now, he had to admit that Pang Tong's idea was correct.

The Modo suffered heavy losses, and the soldiers behind them began to retreat when they saw this. But after a while, they rushed again. It seems that being a deserter is not a success. Pang Tong failed to join the battle on the front, it was full of people, and he couldn't squeeze through it at all, and many people were still waiting anxiously to stand on the wall in the inner circle.

Pang Tong began to worry about one thing, according to this situation, there would be more and more corpses of the enemy soldiers, and a human flesh ladder would be stacked invisibly, allowing the latecomers to step on the wall. He had to stop it. In a tough tone, he shouted orders to the soldiers who were waiting to go up the wall. The soldiers frowned at first, then complied. Pang Tong's decision to build a wall made the advantage of the battle situation turn into a good impression of him. There was a fight on the wall, just as Pang Tong thought, and the corpses were already folded into a small slope, almost above the knees. But the Modor were still unable to break through the line and climbed the wall. The human wall on the wall is not something they can break through, let alone the slashing of cold weapons.

At this time, the soldier carrying a large iron cylinder shouted loudly, came to the wall, and poured three barrels of kerosene, all of which were sprinkled on the corpse. A few enemy soldiers who had just wanted to step forward stepped on the greasy corpses and slipped. Torches that flipped in the air were thrown down. The thirsty kerosene suddenly jumped up in a red stance, and the ensuing situation was like a mass grave in the midst of a burning.

The stone wall effectively blocked the churning flames, and the flames flew very high, and no one dared to approach the Modo people behind, and they were stunned and had no way to start. The Flying Wood archers aimed at them from a high place and fired wildly. Badar couldn't help it anymore, turned to Pang Tong and shouted, "Not bad! ”

After Pang Tong heard the voice, he saw the sincere eyes on his cold and resolute face. The Mordos, who had suffered heavy casualties, seemed to have lost their breath and fled in all directions, ignoring the Confederates who were striding from the west. Interestingly, it was a wave of dark-skinned, short, but able-bodied people. Dressed in black leather armor and armed with axes, they looked like mountain people. Behind them was a group of people armed with long knives, **** on their upper bodies, painted with black paint.

Pang Tong looked at it and muttered: "Aren't you afraid of the heat?" "He stood on the stairs and watched from afar, like a commander behind a battle line. The stairs above him were full of Feimu people with tense faces, repeating the actions of bending bows and arrows, aiming and archery. At their feet were barrels with arrows. It seems that they all want to shoot all the sharp arrows at once, so that they can vent the pain of abandoning the village.

But they had already played a huge role, and the ground was full of enemy soldiers all the way. The enemy soldiers who were forced to rush were unable to approach due to the burning corpses and were shot one by one. In Pang Tong's eyes, they bordered on stupidity. As they kept falling, the flames climbed the surrounding mass of corpses, burning more and more.

Pang Tong shook his head and sighed: "Liu Yanjun is calculating, pushing these mountain people to the front and treating them as pawns. A meaningless existence like cannon fodder. Is there any point in defecting to the enemy? It's not that I don't see you as human beings. ”

The smell of burnt fat from the charred corpse settled heavily around it. Pang Tong had to force himself to get used to this unpleasant smell, who allowed him to create this fiery masterpiece. But the smell of this barbecue is disgusting.

The flames burned the corpses around them, climbing greedily like red beasts. It swallowed the leaves and climbed the tree.

Pang Tong's forehead was overflowing with sweat, and like everyone else, he was sweating profusely and his mouth was dry. The flames burning the tops of the trees in front of him, the crackling sound from the treetops, continued to feast on the surrounding trees. A giant red beast gradually revealed its massive, evil, angry body before its eyes. It is immersed in the smoke that accumulates and wants to make it its own territory and eat everything it has.