The warrior took the large handful of arrows in astonishment and looked at the comer. (Book ^ House * Small} Say + Net)

This person is none other than Ye Feng.

When Ye Feng saw him looking at him, he put his index finger in front of his mouth and said, "Even if you use it, I still have a lot here, besides, don't look at me with that kind of gaze, I know your thoughts, their stones haven't been thrown up again, so don't worry about my safety here." ”

Seeing that Ye Feng had said this, the soldier opened his mouth, stopped talking, and began to shoot at the enemy seriously.

Ye Feng stood next to this warrior, shooting and observing the scorching battle situation below.

I saw that under the city wall, the shield array formed by Liu Junting and the soldiers advanced step by step, forcing those enemies to retreat step by step.

In the midst of those enemy arrays, the strong man who was tightly wrapped in the mix shouted, "What retreat! Don't feel like eating, you can! Retreat, starve to death, don't come to me! ”

His words seemed to have a spell, and the people who heard this sentence seemed to have been set by Sun Monkey's spell, and they didn't move on the spot.

Maintaining this status quo, a few seconds later, they turned their spearheads and charged towards the warriors.

They shouted earth-shattering, with a momentum like a bamboo, and marched forward bravely.

However, in the face of the advanced metal weapons of the Xingyue Tribe, these actions were completely futile.

Like their previous companions, they fell to the ground one after another, their hands covering their bodies pierced by copper spears, their mouths spitting thick blood, and after a few convulsions, they slipped into the dark abyss very unwillingly.

This time, the enthusiasm of these people to fight was completely crushed, and this time they didn't even bring their weapons, threw them aside, spread their feet, turned around and ran.

"Stop, stop for me, don't retreat, you still don't want to eat!" The strong man, who was tightly wrapped, shouted hoarsely, and the momentum was shocking.

However, it was useless, and everyone passed by him as if he did not exist, but no one paid any attention to him.

The strong man was so angry and corrupt that he hurriedly grabbed a fleeing man and shouted at him: "You are deaf, I told you to stop, why don't you stop, don't you want to eat, do you want to starve to death?" ”

The man gritted his teeth, his heart became more and more ruthless, he pushed him away, and shouted while stepping on him: "I'm fighting with you here, you are screaming here, this time you will starve to death, it's a big deal to hang your life for a few more days, it's better than dying here for nothing!" ”

After yelling, he didn't seem to be angry enough, kicked a few more hard, spit a few mouthfuls of phlegm, and then turned to leave.

The strong man didn't expect him to fight back at all, and he was caught off guard and was overturned by him to the ground, and then a big foot kicked around his body one after another, so that he was not embarrassed.

He struggled to sit on the ground with pain all over his body, and the only pair of eyes that showed despair showed out.

"It's over, it's failed again, clansmen, I can't avenge you!"

The strong man's mouth muttered, and then he let out a crazy laugh: "Hahaha, I can't avenge you, I'm here to accompany you, die, and let them go down one by one!" ”

After shouting these words, he grabbed the stone spear from the ground that he had dropped by someone and staggered towards the shield formation of the warriors.

"Thorn!"

A cold command suddenly sounded, and one by one, the cold spears, with cold light, pierced his body in an instant.

He looked down at his chest, which had been pierced by five or six spears, and a far-fetched smile appeared on the corner of his blood-soaked mouth.

"You don't have to die well!"

He shouted this sentence with all his might, aiming the stone spear in his hand at the gap between the shields, and stabbed it with all his strength.

"Poof!"

The spear was instantly drawn from his body, and with a clang, the shields were instantly slammed together.

"Bell!"

The crude stone spear collided with the copper shield, and instantly burst into white powder.

The strong man looked desperately at the chest where blood was spurting like a pillar, and then at the white mark left on the shield, and fell to the ground unwillingly.

"Forward!" Liu Junting's voice did not change in any way due to the fall of the strong man, and it was still so cold.

At this moment, Ye Feng, who was watching all the situation on the city wall, felt that the strong man who fell was not ordinary, and it was very likely that it had a major relationship with the bad things that the Xingyue tribe had encountered these two times.

But now that the man is dead, there is no proof of death, and it is useless to mention him again.

Ye Feng thought for a while, and shouted at Liu Junting: "Old Liu, don't continue to kill, catch me alive!" ”

Although Liu Junting didn't know what Ye Feng's order intended, he still obeyed the order and said, "Yes!" ”

He immediately ordered: "In groups of three, catch the mouth alive." ”

When the warriors heard this, they immediately put their shields on their backs, picked up the weapons in their hands, and rushed towards the enemies with a roar.

Well, it should be said, this is a group of "routs".

The "rout" had already been frightened, and when they saw the warriors of the Xingyue tribe rushing towards them viciously, they immediately had no heart to resist, and fled one after another, wishing that their parents would have two more legs.

The warriors, on the other hand, were so excited that they were like a pack of cats at the sight of these fleeing mice.

These "little mice" really run as fast as mice, and they ran away in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Liu Junting knew what to do if it went on like this? When the time comes, let alone capture it alive, you won't even be able to catch it.

So he rolled his eyes and had a plan.

I only heard him say: "Don't kill those who surrender!" ”

Uh, well, it's the same as "disarm or kill!" "It's the same thing.

When the soldiers heard this, they immediately understood what Liu Junting meant, and shouted after him: "Those who surrender will not be killed!" ”

Those "little mice" who were holding their heads and scurrying around hesitated when they heard this.

To surrender or not to surrender, this is a matter of fate.

Surrender, what if they lie?

If they don't surrender, then how long will they run away?

Seeing this, Liu Junting thought that this was not enough deterrence, so he hurriedly raised his bow and arrow, casually aimed at a person, and immediately shot out.

"Whew!"

The poor hapless bastard fell to the ground.

At this moment, these enemies were shocked, and they all showed frightened expressions.

Only then did they remember that the Star-Moon Tribe had a curved weapon that could make wooden sticks fly very far.

And they had seen the power of this weapon with their own eyes, and not long ago, their companions were killed by them from afar with this weapon because they had not yet approached the Xingyue Tribe.

Thinking of this, the word surrender came to their minds.

《》