The sound of the gun is the order, and after the deafening sound of the gunshot, countless Tang forbidden soldiers jumped out of the dense forest, with a knife in their left hand and a gun in their right hand, and slaughtered all the living creatures in front of them. Vertices are updated the fastest

Yes, it's a massacre! In the eyes of the Tang people, the natives who could not communicate were no different from monkeys at all.

And in the current environment, if you don't kill him, he will kill you, there is no mercy at all, if you don't want to die, you can only let go and kill.

The revolver, which could be fired in bursts and reloaded quickly, played a big role in this massacre, and the 'monkeys' who hit them had no power to resist at all, and often had their heads blown off by bullets fired from nowhere as soon as they appeared.

Another point is that the natives on the island are very superstitious, watching the fire in Tang Jun's hands flash, and then someone died after a loud bang, most of the natives instantly lost the will to fight, and lost everything in their hands and began to flee.

These enemies are all heavenly soldiers, immortals, and invincible existences, which is the only impression of the Datang Forbidden Army in the hearts of the natives.

The prophet and the patriarch and those clan elders were all stunned, they did not expect the Tang army to come so quickly, and the resistance of their own clan turned out to be useless to them, it did not have any effect at all, and they had already collapsed as soon as they made contact.

Only the young patriarch just now, probably because the fairy grass sucked too much, desperately picked up a wooden bow placed in the corner, howled and rushed out, opening the bow and releasing the arrow smoothly, but after the arrow flew out, it was directly inserted into the chest of an aborigine, and then I saw that the guy planted it without snorting.

However, that was all the little patriarch's attack, and before he could catch his second arrow, a bullet flying from nowhere had already pried his head open. In an instant, white brains and red blood burst everywhere.

The sound of killing outside shook the sky, but the only decent room in the tribe was quiet and terrible, the young patriarch died, but no one took a look, the patriarch still had several children, and the dead were only older, he still had no shortage of heirs, and there was no need to go out to take revenge at this time.

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The sound of ping-pong gunfire soon thinned out, and after a moment there was complete silence outside.

And just as the prophet of the tribe was about to go out to have a look, a tall figure walked in from outside, dressed in pitch-black armor, his face was covered with green tree sap, and he was holding a Datang horizontal knife that made countless people tremble.

"Do you know how to speak the official dialect of the Tang Dynasty?" After the figure came in, there was no nonsense at all, and he didn't even see how many people were in the room, so he asked in a cold voice.

"I, I'll have some!" A prophet is a prophet after all, stammering in reply, although it is not standard, but at least it can be communicated.

"It's good to be able to speak human words, come out with Lao Tzu!" The tall figure nodded, turned and left.

The prophet glanced at the patriarch and then at the elders of the clan, and then sighed and followed the figure out.

When he got outside and saw what was going on, the Prophet immediately gasped.

There were corpses of the clansmen everywhere I could see, the blood was almost like a stream, and some of the clansmen who were not yet dead were struggling, but in the end they could not escape the sharp horizontal knife.

A tribe of 2,000 people was slaughtered almost in the blink of an eye, and only two or three hundred people were alive, and they were all wounded, but these injuries did not affect the movement.

On the other hand, on the Datang side, many forbidden soldiers also took their lives in this operation.

Because the weapons of those natives are all poisonous, as long as they are injured by their weapons, they are basically hopeless, and the poison will spread all over the body with the rapid flow of blood, and the injured person will lose consciousness, and then slowly stop breathing.

These damned natives they don't have the technology to make iron, all their weapons are made of wood or bone, and in order to increase the lethality of these weapons, they think of using poison.

Of course, this was not for the Tang Army, but for their daily hunting, and the Tang Army was just a coincidence.

"Lao Tzu died thirty-two brothers, you say, what should I do?" Just as the Prophet was shocked by what he saw, the tall man had already put his knife on his neck and asked in a cold voice.

The prophet thought that the knife would cut through his throat, but after waiting for a while, he found that the man did not really want to kill him, so he let out a long breath and stammered in a trembling voice: "Respected General of the Tang Dynasty, the clansmen are ignorant and do not know the power of the heavenly soldiers, and they have not seen outsiders for thousands ......of years."

"Fart, I haven't seen outsiders, who did you learn from the official language of the Tang Dynasty!" The man obviously felt that the prophet was lying to him, and the knife in his hand couldn't help but tighten.

"I, I am a prophet of the tribe, and I learned my official language from my father, and my father learned it from his father." The Prophet only felt a tingling pain in his neck, knowing that it was a feeling of a blade cutting through his skin, and hurriedly said urgently.

The knife on his neck loosened, and the voice of the man came from the prophet's ear: "Hmph, prophet, it seems that Lao Tzu really caught a big man." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Listening to the mockery in the man's tone, the prophet quickly shook his head.

However, the man obviously did not want to listen to the explanation of the so-called prophet, and without thinking about it, he said, "Why did you attack the fleet yesterday?" ”

"It's all a misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding, it's all because the clansmen haven't seen everything outside, so they will spontaneously attack when they see the fleet, and the villain just received the news, and he was thinking about bringing someone to apologize, but he didn't expect the general to come." The Prophet stammered in an unfamiliar Chinese dialect, observing the tall man's face as he spoke.

There are inconsistencies in the words of the Prophet, first of all, he said that he learned his official language from his father, which is itself problematic, and there are many more in other things.

However, the tall man didn't seem to want to be too entangled in this issue, he just looked at him coldly, and only after a while did he speak: "The people who were with you just now must not be ordinary people, right?" Call them out and go with Lao Tzu. ”

"Yes, yes, please wait!" The prophet agreed, and quickly ran back into the house, and after a short time, he walked out of it with the others, and introduced to the tall man: "Honorable general, this is our patriarch, these ......."

The tall man pursed his lips and interrupted the prophet's words: "Lao Tzu doesn't care who is the patriarch, now go with Lao Tzu to meet someone, you had better be honest on the way, otherwise don't blame Lao Tzu for turning his face and being ruthless!" ”