Hundreds of turtle shell shields were held at the front of the crowd, and the rest followed behind with their waists bent. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The alliance of Wang Village and Li Village, close to 2,000 people, took steps and pressed in the direction of the wooden wall all over the mountains.

And at this moment, under the wooden wall, the people who had just rebelled in Yan Village raised their heads, looked at the people of Wang Village on the top of the arrow tower, and shouted angrily: "Let's go up too!" ”

It's just that their shouts failed to get the consent of everyone in Wang Village, but some of the bows and arrows turned their arrows and faced them.

"It took too long to open and close the door, and it was not easy to open it until the war was over." On the city wall, someone spoke.

"You don't need to open the door, it's so high, as long as the two of us cooperate, we can climb up in a while." Someone said below.

Indeed, the four-meter-high wooden wall is really nothing in the eyes of the people of the Great Wilderness, and it may be a little difficult for one person, but if two people cooperate, they can easily rush up.

"No, it's full of people up there, and if you come up, you'll disrupt our camp." On the top of the arrow tower, someone immediately said again.

As soon as the words fell, the crowd below suddenly boiled like a pot of oil dripping into boiling water.

"Dahewang Village, what do you mean? We are an alliance, but you have turned us away, do you want us to use our lives to help you defend against the enemy? The person below said angrily.

And some people who were overly emotional, even despite the persuasion of the people of Wang Village, cooperated in pairs and forced themselves to climb the wooden wall.

It's just that such a person, who had just stood on top of the clansman's slap and was held up from the wooden wall, was beaten down by a black iron and wooden rod to cover his face.

Before they could get up from the ground, a feathered arrow landed on their cheeks.

"The next time, if anyone tries to climb, this arrow will be shot in your face." A voice was heard from the top of the tower.

"It seems that your Dahewang Village also wants to put us to death, we only have a simple wooden spear and stone axe, he wants us to resist the attack of the Jiulong Mountain King Village Alliance for them, I'm afraid that with just one face, we will be drowned by such a few people, since we are all dead, why should we listen to you?" Below, a strong man in Yan Village said with red eyes.

Under the persuasion of Yan Huo, in order to continue the bloodline of Yan Village. They abandoned their pregnant wives or children who had not yet grown up, and took refuge in Wang Village according to Yan Song's instructions. As a result, Wang Cun actually wanted them to be free cannon fodder, and this kind of result could not be accepted by anyone.

"It's not for you to be sent to death, although there are many of them, it's not certain whether they can rush up. Thus I will say to you, Look at the two little hills ahead. As long as their large forces have rushed past those two small hills, we will also go out to meet them, but for now, we can't let you in, because that will only break our lineup. Voices came from above the tower again.

Immediately afterward, something black and heavy was thrown up from the top of the tower.

At first, they were startled, thinking that Dahewang Village was going to attack them, but when they saw clearly what was thrown on the arrow tower, they couldn't help but feel frightened.

Because the arrows thrown down from the top of the tower were actually black ironwood weapons that had been polished one by one.

It is more than half a meter long, and the whole body is a large wooden hammer of black ironwood.

A wooden spear more than three meters long, with a sharp tip, stuck between the legs of a strong man who had been knocked to the ground.

A swarthy and shiny double-edged axe set entirely in hollow stones.

It is more than a meter long, and the front is the thickness of an adult's waist, and it is covered with sharp and raised maces.

Such weapons, not in one or two, but in piles and piles were thrown from the top of the tower.

These black iron and wood weapons, no matter which one they are, are like village treasures in a small tribe like Yan Village, but now, they have been thrown to them like garbage.

The Yan Village people below looked at these black iron and wood weapons, and they were all dumbfounded.

A Yan villager grabbed a wooden spear and stabbed it at the top of a turtle shell. The sharp wooden spear penetrated the turtle shell and sank into it for more than ten centimeters.

Pulling it out with great difficulty, he excitedly shouted, "Really, really, really!" These are really Black Ironwood weapons! ”

There are hundreds of these black ironwood weapons, and basically everyone can replace one of them.

Not only that, but each of these weapons is superb, and if they are exchanged for food on the exchange day, they may be enough for a small village like theirs to eat for five years.

After confirming the authenticity, they were all crazy, one of them took one and held it tightly in his hand, and their faces were red with excitement.

As soon as they had finished dividing the black ironwood weapons, something fell on the tower. More than half a meter long hemp rope soaked in red paint.

"You said you don't have weapons, we give you weapons, with these black ironwood weapons, even if you face the simultaneous attack of their two villages, you can rely on the wooden wall to resist for a while. Do you think that's possible? Someone on the top of the arrow tower said again.

It's feasible, it's too feasible, the black ironwood weapon, in Wang Village, is eliminated, and it is not even a fifth-tier weapon.

But in the eyes of the rest of the tribes of the Great Wilderness, it is an artifact.

The strength of the people of the Great Wilderness is very great, and ordinary wood can be broken with only half the strength in their hands. But black ironwood is different.

The black ironwood was as thick as their fingers, and it took them all their strength to break it.

If Black Ironwood had the thickness of a child's arm, they wouldn't have been able to do it at all.

Think about it, if two people in the Great Wilderness fight, one with a black iron and wood weapon, and the other with an ordinary weapon.

The Great Wilderness Man with a black ironwood weapon only needs one blow to interrupt that ordinary weapon. Without weapons, it's not clear whether you're winning or losing.

Therefore, when the people of Yan Village saw that Wang Cun could invest such a large amount of money and arm them with a black iron and wood weapon, what else could they say. Maybe it's really like what the people of Wang Village said, they can't rush in now, otherwise they will disrupt the lineup.

Seeing that they were all silent, a voice came from above the arrow tower again: "Pick up the red rope on the ground and tie it to a conspicuous place on your forehead." When the warriors of our tribe charge, they will not recognize you, but if there is no red rope on their heads, they are their enemies, and when the time comes, if they are injured by mistake, it will not be good. ”

Listening to the words on the top of the arrow tower, for some reason, the hearts of the people in Yan Village under the wooden wall suddenly felt a sense of relief, as if the Wang Village Alliance of Jiulong Mountain was really as vulnerable as it was said above the arrow tower. Coupled with Yan Shui and Yan Song testifying on it, they picked up the rope one by one and tied it tightly to their foreheads.

"Do the soldiers of your Wang Village also have red ropes on their foreheads? I'm afraid we'll hurt you too later. With the black ironwood weapon, the confidence of the people in Yan Village was greatly increased, and one of them carried a mace and said to it.

"You don't have to worry, you can't hurt the soldiers of our Wang Village." The top of the arrow tower replied.

Yan Cun was about to say something, but was interrupted by a slightly hoarse young voice.

"Shoot the arrows!" Looking at the enemy who had approached two hundred meters, Wang Hao spoke. (To be continued.) )