Relying on the terrain and the ratio of personnel, an elliptical formation appeared on the road surface, the circular array was expanding, rotating, and merging, and the slaves who did not belong to the Wahu tribe were thrown to the periphery, and the Maqi people who cared for the slaves were all covered and submerged by this turbulent and changing crowd, like small foam scattered by the waves, and could no longer be seen.

"My brothers and sisters, come to witness my sacrifice—I will honor my ancestors with the blood of my enemies!" Vashhou's horses had slowed down into a big stride, and rushed straight at the last of the March guards—and it was only then that the three elders of March's main camp understood the situation, understood that the fire in the southern camp was set by the remnants of Wahu, and that they had suffered a despicable sneak attack!

"Hurry up and wolf smoke! Inform our troops that the main camp has been attacked by the enemy! The enemy is from the Wahu tribe!" The colorless elders hurriedly ordered: "Come back and save us!"

"Look, Elder!" his men pointed to the outside of the watchtower, and the elders turned their heads to glance, almost fainting in anger. Because on the hill outside the main camp, there were at least 20 wolf smoke rising from far and near, and some of them conveyed all kinds of information, some said that they had been short of food for two months, and some said that the attack was about to be successful...... There are even reports that the chief's wife gave birth to a big fat boy again!

"It's so despicable, their hearts are black through mud!" the elders jumped to their feet and scolded angrily: "Despicable Wahu scumbag, I fought with you!"

By the time the elders decided to let the ordinary people come forward to resist, the despicable Wahu had already begun to charge, judging from the scene, it was only the Vahu in golden armor and a dozen or so knights around him who were charging, but they were full of momentum. After lining up on the road and roadbed, they began to cross the bushes and ravines, and the iron hooves stirred up puffs of smoke and dust, and actually brought out the majesty of thousands of troops!

"Our blood is hot—" The horses rushed in front of the enemy, and Vahu's mace swept out, and the three garrisons who bore the brunt of the attack immediately turned into flying broken bodies, and blood rained down!

"Our hearts are hot—" The horse's iron hooves fell, crushing the chest of the garrison officer, and the mace danced in a semicircle at the same time, smashing two scimitars, three shovels, and four sticks—and ending the life of their master!

"Our tribe—" To a few enemies who were frightened and turned to flee, Vahu's mace turned into a sweep, one on the head, one on the other, a brutal technique, but also extremely painful!

"Fan, Rong, Chang, Sheng!" shouted this closing remark, Vahu had already passed through the enemy's formation, and he just raised his weapon and rushed towards the Maqi people who were fleeing towards the main camp without hesitation, and rushed to the main camp of March!

The blood-stained mace was held high, like a totem that stood up to the sky and made the soul burn completely.

"Our tribe - prosper!" the closing words sounded in the nine oval formations formed by the Vahu slaves, and then they followed the mace and rushed together to the main camp of the Macchies.

"Kill!" Although the slaves were as unarmed as the Macchies, and were weaker and less numerous than the Macchies, they were as turbulent as the waves, and they were now united in their efforts to run directly into the fleeing Macchies. The sadness, humiliation, and hatred of the past few months have all turned into a chilling killing intent in an instant, and they are all poured out on these Ma Qi people in front of them.

Whether or not they have a weapon is not the most important thing for desperate Vahu, because they are born warriors - the strongest Wahu will grab their enemies and throw them into the sky, the normal strong Wahu will give them a bear hug and then jump down on them, and the strong Wahu will surround them and hit them with their fists, hit their heads and smash them with stones!

Accompanied by high-pitched screams, deafening shouts filled the field.

In a short contact, the Mackhoos were defeated, their tail was completely swallowed up by the formation of the Vahus, and they were also pursued by the slaves - the Wahu have a stronger will than the Machis, have + passion There are better leaders than Elder March, their lives have been reawakened by killing, their souls have been washed by the blood of the enemy, and they have become shining again!

What's more, the gates of March's main camp had been breached, and the gates of the main camp had been infiltrated, so that the defenders could not close the gates - it must be said that this was a fatal mistake in defensive warfare.

Vahu had already rushed to the front with a dozen of his knights, and they were like a strong whirlwind, picking out the fierce Marches. Their opponents lack mobility and adaptability, and can only be crushed by them again and again until they collapse and perish...... However, the "inland mercenaries" who were invited by Vahu approached the main camp slowly at this time and fired the first wave of rockets into the camp.

What do rockets associate with the March tribe today? Yes, they think directly of the fire in Nanying—the raging flames that have now completely annexed Nanying should have been ignited by these people with rockets, right?

"They're going to set us on fire!" Accompanied by rockets in the sky, a terrible and frightened scream rang out from the main camp of March: "They are going to burn us!"

"Our army is finished, we are poisoned, we are all finished!" The dejecting shouts rose one after another, reaching far beyond the expectations of the three elders of March: "Run away—if you don't escape, you'll die! Run away—the old men have already run first!"

"We're not fleeing, we're still here, we're still fighting!" the three elders hurriedly jumped to their feet, but to no avail, and the first batch of Marches fled from the north gate with their families in tow - because several buildings in the main camp had already begun to burn.

"Run, they're going to kill us!" Led by the example, more Marquis joined the fleeing group: "Only the chieftain can defeat the Wahu!

The defeat is like a mountain, and once a rout is formed, it will not be diverted by anyone's will. No matter how strong the city defense is, no matter how many men you have, because the will has collapsed, because the pressure continues to increase - the rockets of the Vahu shoot out as if they don't need money, and they set off the sky-high flames and black flames on the other side of the southern camp, and it is completely a style of rushing to kill everything.

But their attack was launched entirely from the south, and there was fighting on the east and west sides but not densely, and the north side was completely unstable, so it gave the Marchis the impression that the north was the safe direction—there was a way to live here, and who of the ordinary people would go up and fight hard^-^^-^?