Lunsa was astonished, for he noticed that when he was about to walk up to the old man and the young man to take their lives, both of them actually laughed, and then a cloud of white light lit up in front of the little one.

"What the hell, a curse? no, magic?" Lunza wondered, but he also knew that this might not be a good thing for him. Then he continued to speed towards this direction, and when he was still a few steps away from the two of them, the light finally went out, and something strange that he had never seen before appeared, held in the little dot's hand. In an instant, he only felt that many threads were connected in his mind at once, and a guess that made him tremble suddenly appeared. Before he had time to think about it, Lunza was about to jump up and pounce on the little one with all his might, but a series of fires and explosions made it impossible for him to take a single step forward.

This is a completely different sound from a pistol, and it even gives people the feeling that the slight metal impact is not as good as the sound of a pistol, but the power of this arm-long "stick" is incomparable to that of a pistol.

This is the most famous firearm on the planet, the AK47 assault rifle, which first gives those users the first impression of reliability, durability, low price, few breakdowns, and great power. With a rate of fire of 8 × 6 rounds per second and 7 39 mm rifle rounds, each warhead with a muzzle velocity of more than 700 meters per second carries nearly 2,000 J of kinetic energy.

The distinctive sound of the AK47's gunfire lasted less than four seconds, and with a crisp firing pin in the air, Ruya rubbed his somewhat sore shoulders and lowered the AK47 in his hand.

The whole tribe was silent, and everyone was stunned to watch the Ruya people, and Lunza was lying in the muddy water several meters behind him at this time, convulsing, at this time he seemed to be bleeding from all over his body, and in a short time the surrounding area was dyed red with blood.

Just when Lunza was about to jump, the gunshots rang out, which made him not only not jump but was pushed several meters away by the bullets fired by the AK47, and all 30 bullets were all hit at him at such a close range, unlike the pistol bullets, the bullets fired by the AK47 were only slightly blocked by the yellow light on his skin and then plunged into his body, especially the bullets that hit him in the abdomen and then broke through his flesh and shattered his internal organs.

The rain has completely stopped, and only the water droplets drip down the eaves and hit the puddle in the whole tribe is the loudest, and suddenly Xiong Er shouted "We won~" and got up and rushed to Lu Ya, and the rest of the people who could still move also ran to Lu Ya, wrapped him up, kept throwing him into the air, and kept shouting excitedly in his mouth.

The old patriarch also stood up with the support of others and looked at the celebratory crowd, with a smile on his face.

After a while, the celebrants gathered up their hearts to look at the mess all over the place, and all the people who could move went to help the other seriously injured people, everyone helped each other to move together, and more and more of the wounded were carried into the house for treatment.

After nearly an hour of busyness of everyone, the scene can be regarded as cleaned up, but at this time everyone's mood is extremely heavy, just now the statistics of all the personnel have come out, more than 21 people were seriously injured and unconscious, more than 40 people were slightly injured, and 14 people died directly, of which 8 were young adults, 3 women, 2 elderly people and a child less than 10 years old. These numbers were too much for a tribe of less than 200 people, and all the people who survived were not too happy, and they were even more worried about whether the coming winter would not survive again・・・・・・・

Fourteen bodies were neatly laid out on a stone platform in the center of the tribe, except for those who were caring for the wounded. Lu Ya, the old patriarch, and several old men were all standing by the stone platform and watching the clansmen lying on it silently, Lu Ya's fists clenched and his lips tightened.

"I'll avenge you, definitely"

The old patriarch on the side looked at Lu Yagang and opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything. After a brief recuperation, Luya returned to several wooden houses full of wounded, most of the unconscious wounded were smashed and fainted by Lensa, most of them were internal injuries, and they needed time to recuperate to recover slowly, and the rest was mostly puncture injuries because there were no weapons on both sides, and most of them were puncture injuries, in fact, their injuries were more dangerous, because once the wound was infected, it was difficult to survive in the absence of treatment drugs, especially anti-inflammatory drugs, which is why the hunting team would rather harvest less prey than provoke those animals that might bring them punctures and other wounds when they went out hunting。

Lu Ya couldn't help frowning when he saw the way to treat their wounds, and hurriedly stopped them, and the aunts who took care of the wounded casually wiped their bleeding wounds with wet cloths, and then touched a little bit of herbs, and tore them into strips of cloth with their clothes and bandaged them, and after a while, the blood seeped out. In Ruya's opinion, if they all wanted to deal with these wounded in this way, then they estimated that a third of them would survive.

After stopping everyone, Lu Ya began to give orders in an orderly manner, first asking people to wash all the soaked clothes of the wounded, then boiling a pot of boiling water, throwing all the cloth towels used to wipe the wounds into it, boiling and disinfecting them, and then boiling a pot to clean the wounds of the wounded, and asking people to go to their own homes to find some clothes that had just been washed and dried, and it was best to use the soap they had made to wash and dry all of them into bandages for later use.

Finally, considering that these penetrating wounds are basically soaked in mud and water, if they are not disinfected in time to stop bleeding, then the probability of inflammation will be very high. As a last resort, Lu Ya gritted his teeth and took a handful of bullets from several people who used pistols, and asked people to help him gently remove all the bullets and carefully pour out the gunpowder inside.

The use of gunpowder in the bullet after ignition of high temperature disinfection is a complex that Lu Ya used to look down on, in the past in the army when the veterans also discussed this problem, and finally concluded that this kind of behavior is obviously much more effective than its effect, in modern warfare basically does not occur that kind of situation, because in the real war every soldier will carry the necessary first aid supplies, each company has a special military doctor with the team. So this kind of behavior is more about reflecting the courage and iron blood of pig's feet in the TV series.

But now this situation forces Lu Ya to use this method that he once called Zhuang B's behavior, because there is no alcohol, no iodine, no anti-inflammatory drugs, and even a clean bandage is not easy to find, so in order to keep more people alive, Lu Ya can only do this.

Told the wounded to let him endure it, Lu Ya first cleaned the wound with a boiled towel, and then pinched out a little bit of the blue and yellow gunpowder particles and sprinkled it on the wound of the wounded man, and then quickly took a burning wooden stick and stretched it over, "Ah~" A whole fierce fire was lit up in an instant, and then immediately extinguished, the wounded man's body suddenly tensed, and then relaxed, and sweat came out in an instant, Lu Ya saw that there was still a trace of green smoke but the wound that had been completely closed, and then took the herbs used to stop bleeding in the tribe just now, put it on the wound and bandaged it with a clean cloth, and then he was afraid to clap his hands and stand up.

The surrounding onlookers all stared at Lu Ya in amazement when they saw the wound that had just stopped bleeding immediately, as if they had never known him before. Ruya noticed that he could only explain that this was some of the knowledge that came with him after becoming a priest.

He instructed the people who understood to treat the wounded as he had taught, and told them to pay attention to the amount of gunpowder they should use, so as not to cause secondary damage if they were self-defeating, and then began to treat the wounded together with the others.

Everyone was busy until the sky was getting darker, and the two bright moons in the sky had risen, and the sun was disappearing into the horizon little by little.

Lu Ya, who was tired and slumped on the ground, took the bowl of water handed by him and drank it in one gulp, and just wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while, a thought flashed in his mind, and then looked at the heavy expressions and atmosphere of everyone around him, and then he tried to stand up again.

Through inquiry, Lu Ya found the old patriarch in a wooden house full of wounded people, but saw the old man who had been sitting in the corner and sleeping tiredly, Lu Ya gently covered him with a piece of clothing and walked out quietly.

Summoned some clansmen who were not in serious health, pulled Xiong Daxiong Er, and these people got on a wooden cart pulled by two motorcycles, drove out of the tribe and gradually moved away・・・・・・