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"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! "More than thirty flaming emu feather arrows were fired at the house of the war tribe, and as soon as the arrows landed on the house, they immediately burst into flames.

The fire was mixed with a few screams, and before Zhao Le could shoot the second wave of arrows, the people of the War Tribe roared and ran out.

The leader was a big man with a height of more than one meter and seven meters, he was holding two spears, followed by many war tribe natives, their eyes were full of bloodthirsty, demonic light, and they roared and rushed towards the place where Zhao Ledongsi was.

The warriors of the Uke tribe at the front pinched their sweats, held their spears, and stabbed forward without thinking.

"Poof." A group of natives of the war tribe were pierced through the body by the spears in the hands of the people of the Uke tribe, and the bright red blood flowed all over the ground, and the tide of the war tribe was stopped. However, before the spearmen could retreat and the sword and shield hands went up, the leader of the war tribe in the lead roared angrily, stepped on the corpse of the natives of their tribe, jumped up, and rushed into the ranks of the Uk tribe.

Just like a wolf, no, a tiger into a flock, he held two spears, invincible, with a wave of his hand, the spear of a spearman of the Uke tribe was picked up by him, and the next second, Zhao Le heard a scream, which was the struggle of the warriors of the Uke tribe before dying.

Because of the advance of the leader of the war tribe, Zhao Le's plan was immediately disrupted, and the spearman queue was scattered by the people of the war tribe, which caused the archers to be unable to shoot arrows, and the sword and shield men did not go up for the time being because there were too many enemies, and the spearmen troops were facing the danger of being wiped out.

Without hesitation at all, the sword and shield hands rushed into the battlefield under the orders of Zhao Le and under the leadership of Dong Si. The well-equipped equipment and the spearhead charge of Donth immediately boosted the morale of the Ukh tribe, and they were entangled with the war tribe.

The archers did not dare to shoot arrows without permission, for fear of accidentally injuring someone on their side.

Zhao Le didn't let them sit idle either, leaving a few archers, and the remaining archers picked up their spears under the leadership of Zhao Le and rushed into the battlefield.

Zhao Le didn't plan to use gasoline immediately, he wanted to see the difference in combat effectiveness between his tribe and the war tribe.

At this time, even with excellent equipment and the morale bonus given by Dongsi Zhao Le in person, it is at most a tie with the war tribe, and due to the gap in numbers, the advantage of Zhao Le's side is constantly disappearing, helpless, Zhao Le can only order the team to retreat towards the place where the gasoline is poured, and if it continues, it will only cause greater casualties, and Zhao Le has already obtained the combat effectiveness of the Wuke tribe.

Lack of training, lack of courage, not as desperate as the war tribes, even if behind them are their own people, relatives.

Behind the sword and shield pads, the archers block the enemy as they walk. Maybe it was because he saw the retreat of the Uke tribe, the leader of the war tribe roared excitedly, and led his people to catch up again, although the sword and shield hand behind the pad was brave, but it could not stop the ferocity of the enemy, just this moment of effort, the Uke tribe lost a few more sword and shield hands, and even, there were people from the war tribe who rushed in front of Zhao Le, maybe it was to see that Zhao Le was not an ordinary person, and the spearman of a war tribe raised his hand and stabbed at Zhao Le.

Looking at the spear that stabbed straight at him, Zhao Le didn't dare to hesitate, quickly took out the pistol from his arms, pulled down the safe, and pulled the trigger. "Bang! Boom! "Two shots rang out, and the hand holding the spear fell weakly, and the silence of the entire battlefield ensued." Call! Call! Call! The sound of rapid breathing was endless, Zhao Lebi was like a changed person, he raised his pistol and pointed it at the leader of the war tribe, and without hesitation, it was a shot, the native was extremely keen, and he immediately sensed it, and his body twisted, wanting to dodge it, but the speed of the bullet was so easy to dodge.

Although the bullet did not hit his body, it grazed his arm, and his body shook, and the short spear in his hand could no longer be held, and it fell.

These all happened between the lightning and flint, Dong Si saw that the enemy chief was injured, and immediately roared excitedly, and led the people of the Uke tribe to kill the native, he probably also saw that this person was not only the leader of the war tribe, but also the spiritual sustenance of the war tribe, which can be seen only from the fact that as soon as the natives were injured, the people of the war tribe came to protect him.

Zhao Le retreated when the two sides were fighting, but now he didn't have the vigor he had just now, because he had an extra short spear on his leg, which belonged to the indigenous leader.

Zhao Le felt that he was a typical representative of being bitten by a dog instead of pretending to be forced, he originally wanted to pretend to be forced, but he didn't expect the combat effectiveness of the war tribe to be off the charts, and he couldn't withdraw if he wanted to.

It's okay now, just now his pistol just injured the native, but I didn't expect Dong Si to think that he had used the power of God, and he was immediately overjoyed, and wanted to come over to fight a wave of tailwind, which was bitter Zhao Le, the Desert Eagle that had only 5 bullets left was used by Zhao Le 3, and the remaining two were used to save his life, how could he use it casually, but for Dong Si who rushed into the ranks of the war tribe, it didn't matter, he was killing now.

Due to the wounding of the leader, the natives of the war tribe have decreased somewhat in combat effectiveness, and they are not as fierce as they were just now, but.

Zhao Le seemed to see something, although Dong Si and his party were very happy, but looking at the queue of the war tribe, they seemed to be surrounded by!

Seeing this, Zhao Le immediately shouted loudly, and at the same time asked the archers behind him to do fire support, which saved Dongsi and them.

As soon as the troops converged, Zhao Le immediately ordered to retreat, leaving a few sharpshooters to attract people from the war tribe to a place where there was gasoline.

The leader of the War Tribe may have been unwilling, and after seeing Zhao Le's team retreating, he ordered the people of the War Tribe to chase after him.

This back and forth, the two sides soon arrived at the place where Zhao Le's people poured gasoline. When he arrived here, Zhao Le's face regained a trace of blood.

"Quick! Dons, get out with the Warrior Gate of the Horde! Zhao Le shouted loudly to the Dongsi people who were still fighting with the war tribe.

Hearing Zhao Le's voice, Dong Si immediately withdrew, but fortunately, the people Dong Si brought in were all sword and shield hands, all of them were elite, and there was no situation where they were rushed into the queue by the war tribe again.

The leader of the War Tribe chased after him again and entered the meadow where Zhao Le was doused with gasoline.

Picking up a bow, Zhao Le lit the gasoline dipped in it with the fire fold he carried with him, and shot it towards the place full of gasoline. The fire fold is very easy to make, Zhao Le made several before leaving, this thing is much better than flint, open it and blow it, and use it for dinner or something.