When the war was imminent, but it happened to be the season of autumn planting, I weighed the grain seeds in my hand, sat in the earthen house and frowned and thought about it all morning, the feeling of suffering from gains and losses made me in a dilemma, giving up farming and pouring out of the nest can indeed be the first time to make a mobile response to the enemy, but next year's spring ploughing in case of catching up with a disaster year and no harvest, is it difficult to let Lao Tzu follow the eggs to eat human flesh?

But this one slap is just enough to count the number of people, even if one is divided, I feel stretched, and finally I left the Sichuan girl, and stuffed two jars full of grain seeds in her arms, plant, plant it into any miscellaneous shape, it is better than being wild, but for the sake of safety, I still took the bird gun and a few lead bullets, and ran several times with the puppet bodyguard of Dandan, and carried back about forty rabbits that were in the breeding period, Although I know that there will be no so-called protracted war between us and the demon tribe, everything is based on the principle of "just in case", and frankly speaking, this island has changed me a lot, if it was five years ago, hehe, if I can live for a day, I will have to be happy for a day, how can I think so much.

The full moon after autumn is full of wheels hanging high in the sky, and watching the moon on this desert island almost at sea level may be a pleasure for those young men and women with strong petty bourgeois feelings, but for me, this moonlight is too bright, and I am more accustomed to the bonfires on the island, or the charcoal red here.

The time to come is still coming, just a little different from what I expected, well, well, I admit I made a very 2B mistake in this matter, for instead of entering our sphere of influence by going around the narrow passage of the beach that I had carefully planned, full of traps, they approached us in three large boats, from the southwest of the island.

Actually, this can't show my 2B level, the most shameful thing for me is that we don't need to set up any lookout posts at all, this group of savages is like this beating the rhythmic war drum and banging from far to near into our field of vision, as if to tell us: "Hey, people on the east coast, listen, I'm Chief Inspector Huang Qiqi, give you thirty minutes to surrender ......."

Of course, the sound of the drum also informs them of their identity, that this is not a civilized ship that has come to my rescue, but an enemy who has come to kill me.

Their ships were very large, surprisingly large, and I remembered that the little broken canoe I had built myself, which almost killed me, was like a burning stick, and to my astonishment, each of the three large ships was equipped with a high mast and a short mast at the stern, and one of them looked like a head boat, and even pulled up the rattan sails painted crimson diagonally, and was slowly coming towards us from west to east with countless oars.

When did the demon girl tribe come up with so many big things? My head was a little numb, and I calculated how these three boats could fit more than a hundred people, but the number of enemies was not my biggest headache, after all, there was only one narrow road from the gentle slope to the foot of the mountain, and it was tightly blocked by the tree wall, and dozens of crossbows only needed a very short time to shoot enough crossbow arrows, and the few enemies who were lucky enough to rush into the gentle slope firmly believed that the enemy could not be defeated by the birds and handcuffs in my hand.

But what bothers me the most now is that the group of witches are floating from the sea, so their landing point is completely unknown, you know, my original plan was to use the trap to kill most of them before they get close to the tree wall, so that we can rest easy, but now, the previous nearly a month and a half of preparation may be completely useless.

I gritted my back molars and scolded my mother, watching the three big ships slowly drift from nearly ten nautical miles away to five or six nautical miles.

Wrapped in several layers of clothes, the tiger girl walked behind me, and the colorful galleon also made her frown, until the hull of the ship entered only four or five nautical miles, the tiger girl suddenly bit her lower lip and said to me: "Shanna, this is not the witch Medusa, this is the spirit man."