The remaining dozen or so garrisons were surrounded by slaves who rushed onto the road, slashed with knives, stabbed with guns, stabbed with daggers, and even fingered with teeth biting their toes...... In the melee, the garrison was killed and wounded, but two people still escaped from the gate.

The two lucky men, covered in blood, ran in the direction of the main camp, but were shot with short bows at a distance of twenty and thirty meters respectively.

Luck was short-lived, and they were covered in feathered arrows, staggering, staggering, and not falling until the last drop of blood had been drained.

The two minions struggled in slow motion, and reluctantly fell to death, finally arousing the vigilance of the last garrison. But by this time, the general trend had turned, and they were only thirty people and unarmed, and Townsend was too lazy to waste time on them.

"Let Vahu play. Townsend ate the wild fruit of the filial piety of the little adjutants, and said slowly: "The time has come for him to stand up." ”

With a "——!", an arrow was shot into the air, and the sharp whistling sound surprised the people within a radius of several miles!

The killing that took place at the north gate of the south camp surprised the last garrison not far away, although they were only garrison troops, but since they were troops, they had basic military qualities, and chaos and fighting could still be distinguished. So they immediately stopped, but they didn't know whether to move forward or retreat next.

Surely it would not be possible to retreat, the warriors of the March tribe have always been known for their bravery, but if they do, they don't know what is going on, and they don't have weapons in their hands...... The garrison officer who led more than thirty people, had military qualities, but he would never be high there, otherwise he would have followed the chief to hunt a hunt, and there was no need to stay at home and squat in the pit.

Therefore, they could only be on guard, and at the same time send people to report to the elders behind them for help. But the army of slaves behind was far away and unaffected by the fighting over there, and was still marching forward in an uproar.

"Go to one person and let the slaves in the back stop!" the only remaining garrison officer ordered: "Let's hold on first, and everyone hurry up and find something to take advantage of—and then go to one and tell our men to retreat to the camp, we must have been attacked!"

"Look!" a sharp-eyed garrison pointed to the south camp, "Someone is riding out!"

Outside the Nanying Gate, a dozen men on horseback, dressed in leather vests and even topless, with tattoos on their faces and arms, a style that is traditional for the Wahu tribe, the Marchi's sworn enemies.

But the Wahu tribe has been completely wiped out! Their women and children have become the property of the Marches, and the men can only work in the fields for the rest of their lives! Are these people really the fish that have slipped through the net of the Wahu tribe? Are they the remnants of those who have escaped? But they only have two or three kittens, and the courage and strength they have can actually counterattack the main camp of the March tribe?

In the confusion of the Maqi, a man in golden armor rode onto the road, his body was burly, and he carried a huge mace in his hand, and his appearance was very intimidating—he seemed to be the leader of these people, and the people of the Wahu tribe slowly stepped forward to defend him, and then, he took off his helmet and revealed a young but determined face.

"Men of the Vahu tribe, I am the thirteenth son of your former chief! I am Vahu! Do you all know me yet!" Vahu's voice was low and heavy, but it pierced through the black flames and clearly reached the ears of the March garrison—at the same time, the people around the Golden Armor shouted his words together: "Under the guidance of the Ancestral Heroic Spirit, I am back! I am back to rescue my people! Because I vow to return to my hometown and avenge the death of my loved ones!"

In fact, even the slave who ran at the front could only see a vague shadow, after all, there were still several miles in between, let alone the people behind. But when the voices came out, everyone was shocked in unison—there were people in every team shouting, "It's Vahu! It's really Vahu! Vahu has come to save us with someone!"

The knowledgeable Wahu were ecstatic, because no one was born a slave, and many of them had fought before, and knew some common sense - if the fire in front of him was set by Vahu, it meant that he must have brought an elite team that could capture the southern camp, and at least save many people. Plus if he can do it quietly, maybe even more powerful.

"I've hired a lot of mercenaries, they are elite inland mercenary groups who are not afraid of death and will fight! It will definitely not be a problem for us to defeat these soft-footed shrimp guarding the camp!" the shouts from Vahu's side continued, and the content became more and more terrifying, because the battlefield propaganda was divided into two parts, which could not only inspire their own people, but also have a deterrent effect on the enemy: "Because two days ago, we had poisoned their water source, and they all had no strength to fight!"

This passage is very gloomy, to anyone who has run for more than ten or twenty miles to say that your whole body is weak and poisoned, although the other party is not convinced, half-believing but sure.

"Now, the men of the Wahu tribe, under the witness of the heroic spirits of their ancestors, have all come forward!" Wahu drove the war horse forward slowly, and the mace in his hand was slowly raised: "Remember, we are all warriors! Remember, the ancestors are protecting + passion bless us! Our blood is hot, our hearts are hot, and our tribe is prosperous!"

"The last two sentences are good," Townsend continued to feed himself the fruit at the command post, "which of you taught him?"

"Sir, that's our tribe's battle cry, and it's only used when you're desperate. One of the tribal officers said, "Listen, they're all repeating this passage – you can adjust your pace and formation as you shout, and then you have to move." ”

"Really?" Townsend was intrigued, and walked over to the observation hole, "And this effect?"

“...... Remember, we are all warriors! Remember, our ancestors are protecting us!" This sentence was like a magic spell, which rang out again and again in several slave ranks, at first it was more chaotic and hesitant, but then it became more and more neat and loud: "...... Remember, we are all warriors! Remember, our ancestors are protecting us!"

While shouting these two words, the slaves were not idle at their feet, because these two words were very heavy and noble commands for the Wahu people, and it was the innate instinct of every Wahu man to follow these two words. Leading the singing of these two sentences is the prerogative of successive chiefs. ^-^^-^