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The man's wound was not light, a thick long arrow in his left chest passed through his chest, the blood still flowed, staining the ground red, he kept moaning and choking, and endured quite heavy pain.

Seeing that he was still alive, Hering was glad that the arrow had not pierced his chest, and the wound was only a finger away from his heart.

The strength of the long arrow was terrifying, and when he saw the tricky angle of his injury, he knew that he was injured by someone putting a cold arrow in his back.

"Hu Xiaopang, hurry!" Help matters, Herring urged.

Hu Xiaopang's expression was also very serious, he was a little uncomfortable when he saw such a shocking huge wound, but he still controlled himself, tried to squat down, and put his hand on the wound of the injured under the worry of many natives.

The green light came from the wound, and Hu Xiaopang spared no effort to convert the gamma energy in his body into healing efforts to restore the injured person's injuries.

After a while, Hu Xiaopang's forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, but his face did not ease in the slightest, and he said heavily: "The bleeding has stopped, but looking at his situation, he can't pull the arrow from the wound at all, as long as the wound is moved, the heart and major arteries will be implicated, and he will definitely die." ”

Hering was also shocked, this kind of injury was even more cruel than killing a person, and the beast seemed to do it on purpose, not killing him, but making him a waste.

This was certainly not a heavy blow to the power-hungry indigenous warriors.

The wounded on the ground were constantly convulsing, and the wound penetrated through the chest, but due to the limitations of medical skills, even the arrows that were one meter long could not be removed.

"What should I do?" Hu Xiaopang was anxious, he knew the extent of this person's hands, and asked Xiang Heling.

There are more and more natives around them, both men and women, who have been united from birth and are saddened to see their companions hurt, but there is nothing they can do.

"Cut off all the parts of the arrow that are on the outside of the body, since you can't pull it out, as long as you don't touch the part of the body, you should be fine." This is the most compromise method, the arrows inside the body remain in the body, and the rest is cut off so as not to hinder the movement.

But looking at the condition of this wounded, even if he can survive, it is estimated that he will lose his combat capability.

Hu Xiaopang was skeptical, but there was really no other way at the moment, so he called Yelena over and used the power of frost to relieve the pain, and barely cut off the rest of the arrow.

Finally saved a life, this matter also attracted the attention of the patriarch, and the rickety old man was a little sad: "A young and strong child, just like that!" ”

The family members of the injured also showed grief, and his child grabbed his arm and cried while saying something, probably calling his father.

Hering was silent, with a suppressed anger in his heart, it was easy to dodge the open gun and difficult to defend against the dark arrow, especially in the grassland, which is extremely easy to hide, what is so frustrating, but thinking of Wang Jinzhan's tribe on the other side of the grassland, all this has passed.

The tribes under the control of the sacrifice have already begun to spread their hands and feet, and it is estimated that more indigenous hunters will be injured next time.

He Ling told the old patriarch about the worries in his heart, and the latter only nodded slowly in agreement, and returned to his residence with a sad face.

He still helps the clansmen hunt strange beasts every day to obtain gamma energy, but Heling feels that the surrounding form is wrong, and looks at Wang Jinzhan's tribe, the dirty area is actually ready to go, and in the grassland not far away, there are even his secret sentinels active, but these can't hide Heling's apocalyptic eyes.

The most important thing to do before Clash of Clans was to accumulate food and make weapons, and during this time, warriors who had spare time would go out hunting in the hope of getting more food and preparing for the heat of war.

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On the vast grassland, Heling followed a group of natives to round up strange beasts in the grassland area at the border line, and after several run-ins, he was able to have a simple communication with the local natives.

There are large-scale scavenging rabbits in this area, which only eat the corpses of dead alien beasts, and have little attack power, and the meat is fat, and it is the prey that every aboriginal loves extremely much.

The hunters wore bows and arrows and stone tools and hid in the shadows, trying to catch a few more game, but suddenly the momentum was not right, and the wind broke with a whoosh, and then a painful muffled snort, an uncle beside Hering was directly hit by an arrow and fell, and blood gushed out instantly.

Everyone was shocked, and their faces were full of shock, and they hurriedly carried the uncle to the rear, and after doing a simple bandage, they continued to look forward, this time lying directly on the grass to avoid the shooting of hidden arrows.

The natives whispered nervously, because there was no human figure in front of them, and they didn't know from which direction the arrows were fired, and they were in a passive position from the beginning, and they could only be beaten.

At the moment of the Apocalypse, Hering frowned, and found that behind the giant tree in the distance, there was a group of people lurking here, and there was also a strong man with a huge bow in his hand, looking for an opportunity to continue to assassinate his own warriors and hunters.

"A bunch of brutes!" Herring frowned, and cursed secretly, he picked up a stone from the ground, and then threw it hard, and the stone fell to the grassland in the distance.

Suddenly opening his eyes, Hering looked at the giant tree, and the lurking enemy revealed his arm after hearing the sound, and then bent his bow and arrow, shooting the arrow more than a meter long directly into the area where the stone fell.

Herring was startled, blind shooting?!

"With such a skilled blind shot, the enemy's strength is not bad!" Hering lay in the dark and continued to watch, the archer cautiously exposed half of his body, he was wearing a feather, it was none other than the future heir of the Wang Jinzhan tribe, Cruise!

Seeing that an arrow missed, Cruise frowned, sighed lightly, and then looked from a distance, and found that it was just a stone to divert his attention, cursed hatefully, and aimed at the direction of the person he had just shot again, and shot out one arrow after another.

"I don't believe I can't kill you!" A playful smile appeared on the corner of Cruise's mouth, and he kept shooting long arrows, leaving no room for anything, his eyebrows were gloomy, revealing a sense of arrogance, and the entourage around him also secretly claimed to be happy.

The rain of arrows in the sky shot into the area of Heling, the arrow wind was whistling, and several people were hit by arrows, falling to the ground and struggling, fortunately, Heling reacted in time, otherwise an arrow would be inserted in the chest!

"Is this going to be wiped out?!" Hering clenched his fists, and under the cover of the grass, he kept dodging the rain of arrows, but those indigenous hunters, with huge bodies, could not escape at all, and could only be beaten in vain.

Soon there were pools of blood there, and several people were shot by arrows, all trembling weakly, and moaning and wailing in pain, and in serious cases, they were shot directly through the chest, and in the lightest cases, their arms were broken.

Let a group of strong warriors be beaten in vain and be powerless to resist, how aggrieved this must be in my heart!

Hering was already furious, but in his current form, he couldn't get close to Cruise at all, and many of his own warriors were injured, so he could only hurry back to the tribe with the wounded, and those hunting beasts had to give up.