Blood kept flowing down He Boqiang's left shoulder.

A bone arrow was firmly inserted behind He Boqiang's shoulder, and he had to reach the limit with his right hand to catch the shaft of the bone arrow, which was not deep, but the arrow was poisonous.

At this time, He Boqiang only felt that his entire left arm was numb.

The other two bone arrows did not hit He Boqiang, and were inserted on the ground where He Boqiang had just fallen, He Boqiang walked to the young native, first took off the quiver and wooden bow from him, and then rummaged through him, but did not find any antidote or anything like that on his body, so he could only give up looking.

This is a young face, his eyes are hollow at the moment, his nostrils are upside down, his skin is a reddish-brown, and he has no shoes on his feet, but the feet have been ground out with thick calluses, and he is walking like flying in the dense forest, if it weren't for He Boqiang's design of booby-trapping, I'm afraid that he wouldn't be able to touch his shadow in the dense forest at all.

Perhaps it was during the battle that aroused the memory of He Boqiang's physical battle, and a new force continued to breed in his body, making him seem to have endless strength, and he felt that the Roman sword in his hand was even more advantageous.

However, the captured wooden bow is useless, it doesn't take too much effort to pull the wooden bow full, and the bone arrows that shoot out have little power, and they must be very close to exert their power.

This was also the reason why the native ran to shoot at He Boqiang less than ten meters away, and in general, this wooden bow was not very useful.

He Boqiang has seen the alloy bow prepared in the infantry regiment, this alloy bow belongs to one of the hunting bows, the back of the bow is not too long as a whole, but it has a good range, and it is easy to carry, which is very suitable for fighting in the jungle, but unfortunately I didn't have time to take an alloy bow when I came.

There is no way to deal with the wound for the time being, so he can only let the toxin continue to spread, but fortunately, the toxin is not very strong, but He Boqiang feels a little numb in his left arm.

This time, He Boqiang learned from the aborigines, found some branches with green leaves to surround his body as a camouflage, dug some mud from the ground and smeared it on his face, rubbed the blood-stained Roman sword in his hand on the leather armor of the aborigines, and finally thought about it and simply took off the animal skin on the aborigines and put it on himself.

There was a sour smell on the leather armor, and He Boqiang could barely breathe.

He Boqiang knew that he had entered the warning range of the natives, and he had found this forest path, it seemed that it should not be too far from the second team, there was no trace of battle here, so he could only continue to move towards the dense forest.

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After walking along the forest path for a long time, he suddenly felt the bushes in the distance shake violently, and then a reddish-brown arm stretched out from the bushes, and waved it twice quickly, looking at the gesture to let him quickly find a place to hide.

He Boqiang was a little confused, he didn't expect that there was a native hiding in the bushes in front of him, if he hadn't taken the initiative to stretch out his arm, I'm afraid he wouldn't have found him.

It seems that the natives over there regard themselves as companions, He Boqiang hurriedly found a bush to hide, thinking about how many natives there were in the bushes opposite, and whether there was a way to sneak over and solve the natives over there.

Just when He Boqiang was thinking nonsense, there was a shout of 'gurgling' in this dense forest, and the first shouting sound came from nowhere, and then the woodland rose and fell, and there were responding voices everywhere, listening to He Boqiang's scalp tingling for a while, he didn't expect that he actually broke into the periphery of the indigenous encirclement, fortunately, he was wearing a animal skin and was regarded as a companion by those natives.

Soon, He Boqiang saw that the jungle was full of swift figures, they were holding wooden spears and wooden bows in their hands, jumping down from the big trees with a roar, and rushed towards a slope on the opposite side.

However, these casualties did not stop the natives, but they accelerated their pace and rushed towards the dense forest slope in front of them.

The forest on the slope was densely wooded, He Boqiang did not see the specific battle situation, he hid in a bush, observed the surrounding situation, and found that there were indeed many natives in the woodland who were rushing over and joining the battlefield.

The dense forest slope on the opposite side was like a giant mouth of the abyss, once again silently devouring the group of natives who rushed in.

An indigenous leader wearing a crown of colorful feathers on his head, riding on a native, holding a wooden stick tied with a colorful banner in his hand, stood behind a large tree, surrounded by a dozen strong natives, who seemed to be the leader of this native, and saw that he was constantly gathering the natives together to prepare for the next wave of charge.

Although the previous attack had failed, the indigenous leader did not look discouraged at all, but kept calling out to the other natives.

Under his call, there were really a lot of natives crawling out of the bushes, forming a team of people one after another, and under the encouragement of the aboriginal leader, they had the courage to charge, but this time the natives did not rush to give the order to attack, he called loudly to the surroundings again, and successively gathered dozens of natives from the bushes and treetops to join the charging team.

It seemed that the indigenous leader was planning to make a move this time, and he even incorporated a dozen or so strong natives around him into the attacking camp, leaving only two native guards.

Three natives ran out of the bushes in the distance, and one of them beckoned He Boqiang to hide.

Now the natives answered the call of the natives and joined the charge.

When they crawled out of the bushes, the three natives also waved to He Boqiang's side, signaling him to join the stormtroopers as well.

However, He Boqiang remained motionless, just didn't see the call of the natives.

The three natives saw that He Boqiang did not crawl out of the bushes, nor did he force it, and under the repeated urging of the indigenous leaders, the number of the attacking team reached hundreds of natives, who were densely packed in the woodland, clothed in animal skins, and their bodies were woven around the branches of the trees, and they kept making 'whine' sounds in their mouths like monkeys, and the sound was quite huge.

He Boqiang thought that the indigenous leader would take the lead in the charge, but he didn't expect that after the indigenous leader screamed a few times in front of these natives, he stood aside shamelessly, waved the wooden stick in his hand, and made a long and complicated sound in his mouth, and hundreds of natives rushed out of the forest and rushed to the dense forest slope.

The indigenous leader, accompanied by two native guards, remained behind.

He Boqiang held the heavy Roman sword in his hand, and there was always a sense of solidity in his heart, his body responded positively to the battle, and his strong physique made him not feel tired at all after running for so long, but there was an impulse in his heart.

Then he made a rather bold decision, he pressed down the disguise of the branches and leaves on his head, sorted out the hides on his body, and ran out of the bushes just as the shouts of killing came.

It's just that He Boqiang didn't charge towards the dense forest slope, but took this opportunity to quickly run towards the indigenous leader in the woodland.