Hou Yi was hiding in the thick grass with four archers, who had just shot and killed two suspected enemy leaders.

This was King Yan's idea, in fact, since this small army of the Jiuli clan had just entered the wilderness, it was noticed by the scouts of the Yan tribe, but according to King Yan's arrangement, they had to let these people go deep into the wilderness, and then wait for the opportunity to annihilate them all.

In early autumn, the wilderness artemisia grass grows very rapidly, each plant is more than one person tall, in the endless Songcao bushes, the Yan troops who are familiar with the terrain are hidden inside, and it is indeed difficult to be discovered.

Lin Yuan's pre-arranged several temporary war bands composed of homeless people had already lurked in the passes of various parts of the mountain, waiting for the opportunity to attack.

And Hou Yi was in charge of the mouth of the Jing River Valley in front of him, according to Lin Yuan's order, he only brought four archers, separated from the large army in advance, and followed this enemy tribe all the way, and tried not to let the other party find out.

Originally, Hou Yi's plan was to let them go deep into the wilderness for a while before attacking, but it didn't come to pass, and the group seemed to stop, as if they were planning to go back.

That's not good, how can you throw away the meat that finally reached your mouth?

Just as Hou Yi looked at the short man who was jumping around arrogantly, he didn't like it, so he saw the opportunity and shot two arrows in succession, one hit the little man's heart, and the other shot the head of the leader who seemed to be walking in front.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, this is the mantra that Lin Yuan taught him.

Sure enough, the vanguard of this group of Jiuli clans, as soon as they saw their two leaders suddenly die, immediately panicked, pulled out their bone blades one by one, and roared angrily while looking for Hou Yi and them hiding in the grass.

Hou Yi blew a whistle, and the four archers scattered around the enemy immediately began to shoot at the target, one arrow after another volleyed into the air, and then hit the enemy accurately.

According to Lin Yuan's training in advance, these archers were very well-trained, and after every five arrows, they would immediately leave their original place, change to another location and continue shooting, never staying in the same place for too long.

In this way, Hou Yi and his archers launched a guerrilla attack around the enemy.

Arrows were fast, coming from all directions, at first, these Jiuli vanguard troops were still looking for the enemy with high momentum, but soon, with the ubiquitous arrow attack, more and more people died in them, and the leader who gave the order had hung up, they began to gradually become chaotic, one by one like headless flies, running back and forth in the wilderness, trying to find those enemies that could not be seen.

Hou Yi and the others closely followed the rhythm of the enemy, the enemy advanced and I advanced, and the enemy retreated and I retreated, dragging the enemy to wander in the wilderness for a while.

Eventually, this group of Jiuli people finally couldn't stand the continuous casualties, and some of them began to turn around and run wildly in the direction of the mountain, at first there were only one or two, and soon became a dozen and then dozens, and in the blink of an eye, more than half of them fled the battlefield and rushed towards the mountain.

The group of enemies only carried light weapons such as bone blades, and did not have any spears and stone axes, so they ran away and ran as fast as they could, and several of Hou Yi's archers were just about to chase after them, but they were called back by Hou Yi's whistle.

Soon, they understood that their task was to meet the stubborn people in front of them, and as for those who escaped, someone would naturally pick them up.

In a short time, the enemies who were still roaring around looking for archers were already a dozen left, exhausted one by one.

On Hou Yi's side, they didn't have many arrows left, Hou Yi thought about it, learned to cry a few times, and soon, four panting archers bent down and quietly approached Hou Yi from the grass.

The bow and arrow attack paused for a moment, and the dozen or so primitives in the encirclement seemed to have stopped, and they nervously grabbed the weapons in their hands and looked around suspiciously.

Hou Yi counted the remaining arrows behind him, then made a few gestures to his subordinates, and then bent down and disappeared into the grass not far away.

The remaining archers understood what the captain meant, and they suddenly straightened up, not hiding themselves, and rained all the remaining arrows on the enemy.

With a few volleys of arrows, several more of them fell, but this time, the position of the archers was completely exposed, and the remaining few immediately howled and rushed towards the archers with red eyes.

The arrows were completely gone, and the archers turned around and ran, followed by a group of mad primitives, with bone blades and a cold glow.

These Jiuli people are really not ordinary, their speed of running, can be called a must, the archers have only run a few steps, and they are about to be caught up by the enemy, those Jiuli people holding bone blades roared loudly one by one, as if they want to return the pain of their dead and wounded companions to the archers.

Suddenly, the four archers made a sharp turn, and a stream appeared in front of them, and the two groups began a final chase beside the stream.

The Jiuli clan seemed to see the victory at their fingertips, and shouted their slogans excitedly, only the archers who were running in their eyes, but they didn't notice that a small hill appeared in front of them.

And there is a person standing on the hill, it is Hou Yi.

Hou Yi held his breath for a moment, took out a few arrows of his own cautious, took a deep breath, inhaled, aimed, and fired.

Several arrows roared out and hit the Jiuli clan who were running.

In a burst of wailing, several more Jiuli tribesmen were all shot on the spot, but there was one more person, who had just accidentally fallen while running, and just saved him, and when he got up from the ground, he also found Hou Yi standing on the hill.

With a terrible roar, the last Jiuli clan jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Hou Yi at an incredible speed, clutching the bone blade in his hand tightly, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

Hou Yi habitually grabbed his hand back, empty?!

His quiver is empty!

In the blink of an eye, the enemy had rushed in front of him, and his four companions were also devoid of arrows, and even if they wanted to rush now, they might not be too late......

This last Jiuli clan laughed happily, revealing a mouthful of dirty yellow teeth.

Hou Yi suddenly calmed down, he exhaled softly, his eyes carefully staring at the rushing enemy, observing the changes in the muscles of the other party.

And then......

Suddenly, Hou Yi's body sank down, the enemy's had rushed to his eyes, the opponent's bone blade had been swept down, Hou Yi fell down, feeling a chill on his scalp, and the enemy's bone blade was tightly pressed from above his head.

It's dangerous!

Hou Yi's back tightened, he took out the small stone dagger on his waist, and then rolled down, stabbed the enemy's calf hard, and then jumped backwards.

This Jiuli clan wailed, his left foot sank, and his whole body was unstable.

Hou Yi just stood up, then kicked his feet, and the whole person jumped up, slammed into the enemy's side, copied the opponent's bone blade, and stabbed hard......

The four archers who had just come running watched in amazement as their captain engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy, watching them scuffle together and then roll down the hills.

A group of people hurriedly rushed forward, and just when they wanted to assassinate the Jiuli clan, they suddenly saw Hou Yi's body move, and he stood up slowly, holding a bone blade in his hand, and the other end of the bone blade had been deeply pierced into the enemy's chest.

Hou Yi smiled triumphantly......

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The mouth of the Jing River valley, the junction of the wilderness and the mountains.

A group of Jiuli Pole Clan, who had just escaped from the archers, had fled here with their armor behind, and for them, this wilderness was full of unknown enemies, full of deadly archers, and there was only one way to die.

Seeing that the mountain is getting closer and closer, the longing in their hearts is getting stronger and stronger, and only when they return to the mountain can they be truly safe.

However, their progress suddenly came to a halt.

Because, they found that a large black oppressive primitive man suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking between the mountain and themselves.

The clothes worn by this group of primitive people are extremely chaotic, and they can't tell which tribe they are at all, and the equipment is also uneven, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a regular hunter team of a large tribe, but a little like the homeless people who were scurrying around in the mountains a few days ago.

A few deserters of the Extreme Clan looked at it, but they did not come forward to attack, because they knew in their hearts that although the opponent's equipment was extremely poor, but at this time, the other party had an absolute advantage in numbers, and if it really fought, it would be difficult to predict the outcome of the battle.

If it is the Extreme Clan that has just entered the wilderness period, if their patriarch is still there, they actually have the strength to fight with these homeless people, and even have a great chance of winning.

But at the moment, they are just a group of stragglers, a group of deserters eager to go home, and their morale is completely low, and if they are allowed to fight hard at this time, it is impossible.

So a moment later, the deserters began to scatter in all directions, scattering aimlessly, each hoping that they would be able to bypass each other and return to the mountains as soon as possible.

But these outcasts didn't think so, they saw the scattered Zodiac tribes, and soon dispersed into two horizontal formations in close arrays, and then formed a flanking momentum, quickly advancing towards the deserters of the Pole Clan.

Their pace was not fast, but it was firm, one by one close to their teammates, weapons in hand, step by step, gradually narrowing the encirclement.

The deserters of the Zodiac tribe were soon forced back by the ranks of the outcasts, and after a few turns, they suddenly found themselves with no way to escape.

As the encirclement became smaller and smaller, the only few dozen people left in the Jiuli Extreme Clan finally made up their minds, and the net was broken, and they rushed in one direction with a frenzied slogan.

The temporary warbands of the Yan tribe also launched a clarion call to charge, and they picked up the weapons at hand, or stone spears, stones, or wooden sticks, and instantly drowned the last group of deserters of the Extreme Clan.