The old chief treated the cannon like his own dead father.

The head of the cannon was held proudly, and he walked the eight-figure steps that Chen Mo had learned, looking like he was underbeaten.

The coalition soldiers looked at the cannon with admiration: a man who could tame primitive savage creatures, a man who walked in an extremely graceful manner, a man who could catch bamboo arrows shot from the jungle.

The cannon led the five leopards to walk slowly in the middle of the team, seeing the adoring and flattering eyes around him, his heart was overjoyed, there had never been such treatment in the naval tribe, but a group of old ladies looked at themselves adoringly, and here, a group of hostile soldiers were in awe of themselves like gods.

The old chief came over and said to Chen Mo with a smile: "Master Cannon under the crotch of the son of the gods, I know that you came here this time to help us defeat the invaders. ”

"It's the subordinate, not the crotch!" the cannon corrected the old chief's mistake.

"Oh, underneath, underneath, under the Son of the Gods, I see!" the old chief nodded.

The cannon rolled his eyes, he couldn't explain it clearly, so he didn't explain it, he could shout whatever he wanted, anyway, he didn't understand what it meant to be under his command, under his body and under his crotch, it should all mean the same thing, right?

"The Son of the Celestial God knows that there is a very unfair battle here, and in order to prevent the weaker side from suffering, he sent me to support the weaker side. Cannon explained a little.

"The weaker side, it must be us, we are only a few hundred people, and the intruders are innumerable, and the jungle is full of mysteries, and they are killed with bamboo arrows. The old chief said to himself.

The cannon didn't explain, just nodded his head, and said silently in his heart: "Yes, we are weak, we are here to defeat you." ”

After a fuss, many coalition soldiers smelled the smell of meat on the gun, and their stomachs began to scream disobediently, and one person "purred", causing a group of people to follow "grunt".

Until everyone's stomachs followed the sound of "grunting", the old chief's face was a little uneasy.

The old chief came to the cannon again, and said to the cannon flatteringly: "Son of the gods, my soldiers are hungry, and I have not ordered them to eat in order to speed up the killing of the invaders, or we will hunt some prey and give the warriors a meal." ”

Cannon nodded: "Hmm." ”

The old chief pointed to a few men and ordered, "You, a few men, go and hunt for some food in the jungle." ”

A few of the named coalition soldiers happily walked towards the jungle with bone spears, after all, they had been hungry for most of the day, and they could finally eat.

Wind and his squad of archers have been following the coalition in the jungle, and the branches and leaves of the jungle have broken skins and wounds.

Feng Feng, who was holding his breath, looked at the cannon who was arrogant in the crowd, his team had paid too much to cooperate with him.

At this time, seeing the coalition soldiers stopping, several coalition soldiers walking towards him with bone spears, the first thing Feng thought of was that he had been discovered?

It shouldn't be, I'm very careful when I walk in the jungle, I'm afraid of making a big movement, and I don't even dare to finish the fart at once, and I can't put it out a little bit.

The wind also didn't eat at noon, and his stomach growled: "Damn the coalition, I haven't eaten at noon." Feng looked at the coalition soldiers who were getting closer and closer, and said unwillingly.

"Yes, yes, Brother Feng, we haven't eaten anymore, and the coalition forces haven't eaten either?" an archer replied.

"Yes, the coalition forces haven't eaten either, and these people who came this time should have come to the jungle to hunt for food. "The wind suddenly brightened.

"Brother Feng, do you want to shoot. The archer asked the wind curiously.

"Let's do it!" Feng took out his bow after speaking, aiming at the most cheerful coalition soldier at the front, why did he walk so badly?

The coalition soldiers are now proud of learning the posture of cannon walking, and they are ashamed of their original way of walking, so these hunting squads that came out are all learning to walk towards the jungle with their heads held high in figure-eight steps.

"Whoosh" was still the first to shoot an arrow by the wind, killing the person who walked in the front and was the most unbeaten, and the archers also shot the arrows in their hands one after another, killing the coalition soldiers who came to die.

After this noon training, the archers' shooting accuracy has improved a lot, not to say that the hit rate has reached 80 percent, and the current coalition forces are only less than ten meters away from everyone, so they shoot more accurately.

If you only *** go out, then you will definitely lose your life.

The resting coalition army waited patiently for their people to come back from hunting for food, but when they saw that their hunting party was shot dead by small bamboo sticks flying out of the jungle, they immediately became angry.

"Are we hungry, okay? Can we wait until we're full before throwing bamboo sticks?" shouted a coalition soldier into the jungle.

"No!" shouted the wind in the jungle.

The old chief pointed to a few people who were coaxing and said, "You, you, you guys, go hunting." ”

The coalition soldiers who were named again looked at each other, hesitated, and decided to go into the jungle, after all, they had not eaten at noon.

After harassment all the way, Feng could already judge that the commander of this group of people was no longer the commander before, because they did not use routines, they simply walked, threw bamboo arrows, did not counterattack, and did not send people into the woods to search themselves.

The wind continued to draw its bow and shoot arrows, killing the first men, and the rest of the coalition was named by the other archers.

The old chief saw that the second group of hunting parties were still shot by the invaders in the jungle, and angrily ordered more people to hunt in the jungle.

This time, more than 20 people moved, and they walked towards the jungle in a mighty way, and although there were many people on the opposite side, they still walked towards themselves with the pace of cannons, and continued to shoot arrows helplessly.

The old chief saw that nearly forty of his clansmen had died at this time, and said helplessly to the clansmen: "Go, bring their corpses back, let's not go hunting, let's eat them." ”

The cannon, who was watching the excitement, heard that he was going to eat the dead, and hurriedly stopped the coalition soldiers who were about to drag the corpses: "That, what, let's go hunting, cannibalism, that's too much." ”

The old chief looked at the cannon in surprise, what kind of cannon master does this son of the gods seem to be really here to help us?

Ignoring the old chief, Cannon pointed to the jungle and said, "Big flower, take your brothers to the jungle to hunt for food." ”

The five leopards nodded at the cannon and immediately sprang into the jungle.

"It's really worthy of being the cannon master under the crotch of the son of the gods, amazing!" the allied soldiers sighed.