Everyone in the Gou clan was on guard, and almost everyone noticed that something was wrong.

In the past, there had never been such a situation in the battle with the Mamian tribe, what was in the river, and why he would follow Malang's orders, it was very puzzling.

The answer soon emerged.

The turmoil on the river is becoming more and more intense.

"Look, there are so many big stakes floating up!" a young warrior of the Gou tribe pointed to the river.

Indeed, the large wooden stakes on the surface of the water were each seven or eight meters long, and the largest one was more than ten meters long, and the brownish-white bark was rough, but it did not drift with the river.

When the old priest saw this, his face changed greatly, and he said in a loud voice: "Attention, that's a cold crocodile! Everyone should not approach the river bank and guard the bridge!"

"This is the guardian beast of the Qiyue tribe in the lower reaches of the Great River, how could it come to the upper reaches and still obey the orders of the Mamian tribe?" he frowned.

"Wait, if there is the help of these cold crocodiles, our fortress will not be able to defend against the attack of the other party at all, and it will be breached before it has time to send a signal to the tribe! They want to lure us out and kill us all!"

"Everyone, the rear formation becomes the front formation, retreat!"

Ma Lang laughed cruelly and said, "Haha, old horseman, are you just finding out now? It's too late! Everyone, give it to me!"

The pock-faced warriors howled, raised their blades, and rushed towards the Duqiao, and at the same time, the cold crocodiles in the river climbed ashore, and their huge bodies gave people a terrifying visual impact, and they rushed towards the Gou warriors.

Gou Yuan roared angrily, and after leading the people to break, on the fortress, rows of crossbow arrows were shot out to block the opponent's offensive. But the crocodile was already coming towards the fortress.

"Far from the shore, the crocodile can't crawl far out of the gravel!" the old priest shouted through the crowd knowing the crocodiles' weaknesses.

Phew!

In the rear of the Gou clan, a large number of giant eagles flew in to block their back road.

"Falcon Tribe, you are seeking the skin of the tiger" The old priest's face changed again, and he began to despair.

There is no way to defend, there are falcons harassing in retreat, the Mamian clan is attacking, the situation of the Gou warriors is extremely dangerous, they either fight to the death here, the whole army is annihilated, or retreat, but the Mamian tribe that crossed the river united with the giant eagle, and the Gou warriors have no possibility of escaping, and will only be eaten by the other party little by little in the chase battle.

"My tribe, how are they now?" Gou Yuanhe looked in the direction of the tribe with a heavy heart.

"If this is all their strength, the tribe should be fine for the time being! They want living people and materials, not a ruin!" Uncle De said in a deep voice, but his voice changed and said to Gou Yuanhe: "There is no warning over there, which means that it is safe for the time being, but if we all wipe out here, the tribe will be really dangerous!"

"Uncle De, what should I do!"

Gou Yuan's face was majestic, but his slightly trembling voice revealed the pain and helplessness in his heart.

Uncle De looked at the tribal warriors who were fighting fiercely on the Duqiao Bridge, and sighed: "Run, run as much as you can, flee back to the tribe, if you can't stop it, you can take the tribe to migrate!"

Gou Yuanhe froze after hearing this, and he said with tears in his eyes: "Has it really reached this situation?"

"Someone has to stop these brutes!" Uncle De laughed, raised his white scimitar with his thin arm, and shouted up to the sky: "Old guys, it's time to go crazy for the last time!"

More than twenty old warriors rushed out of the crowd, laughing, holding their weapons alof, and gathered around Uncle De.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time!"

"It's time to fight to the death with these beasts!"

This is a group of warriors in their early forties, and the harsh environment has made their bodies age, and they look much older than they really are, and their bodies have begun to go downhill.

Some of them were trembling, but not afraid, but agitated, and years of fighting had left them fearless of death.

"Let's stay, Uncle De has to go!" An old warrior with a gray beard stepped forward.

His voice was echoed by everyone, and they all wanted Uncle De to leave.

"Do you know why there are so few old people in the tribe? It's all war, in this cruel world, the tribe has buried batches of old people in such a cruel way as a strong man breaking his wrist, and has gained hope for continuation. "The old priest and the old tears are vertical and horizontal, and he introduces to Murphy, and every word is dripping blood.

"Later generations have stepped on the blood and bones of their predecessors, generation after generation, and the cycle repeats, so no matter what, my Gou clan must get out of this great wilderness. ”

Murphy didn't speak, he didn't know what to say, mixed in with the warriors of the Gou tribe, and he was very heavy in his heart when he was protected.

Uncle De was still speaking, he refused to leave, looking at the more than twenty old warriors, he pressed his hands and said: "There are sacrifices, it is enough, I can take you to block them for a longer time, and buy more time for the future generations." ”

"Let's go up, don't let the clansmen shed another drop of blood!" Uncle De swung his knife and rushed towards the fortress.

The elderly warriors roared angrily and followed Uncle De to the rear of the bridge.

"Why don't you destroy that bridge!" asked Murphy suddenly.

The old priest sighed and said, "After being trapped in the cell for a long time, will you close the last small window with sunlight leading to the outside world?"

"Let's go!"

Gou Yuan roared angrily and fled towards the tribe with the rest of the warriors.

Uncle De stood on the fortress, watching the departure of his clansmen, and looked deeply at Murphy's back, which represented hope.

Uncle De resolutely turned around, facing the surging Mamian tribe, he skillfully arranged the positions of the warriors, and at the same time shouted, "What are we?"

"Warrior!"

Twenty-four remaining warriors roared.

"What is our destination?"

"Battlefield!"

"Then, let the warriors march forward on the battlefield of blood and bones!

Kill!

The fortress resounded with the sound of murder.

All the fleeing tribal warriors burst into tears, they raised their heads and roared at the giant eagle that was constantly swooping down, raised their weapons in their hands, and pointed their mouths to the sky.

Kill!

There are constantly warriors falling, planting war horses, the feathers of the giant eagle and blood also fall from the sky, Murphy's bright feather coat is messy, his body is the weakest among all the warriors, if it weren't for the old priest waving the wooden staff many times to send a glimmer of light and drive the giant eagle away, Murphy would have been pulled off the war horse by the giant eagle and fell to death on the ground.

For the first time, Murphy saw the cruelty of the world, and every moment there were people dying in battle, including the obscene fang, who was so frightened that his face turned yellow as he fled, and he was on a war horse not far in front of Murphy.

As he fled, he glanced back at the situation behind him, and saw Murphy's panicked face, although he himself was scared, he still pretended to smile at Murphy easily, and said something in his mouth, Murphy didn't hear clearly in the confusion, but he understood from the shape of his mouth.

"Don't be afraid!"

At the last moment, he tried his best to catch the eagle and dragged it off his horse, drowning in the smoke and dust on the ground.

There was also the man with the turban who used to shut up with a stool-like object, which was grabbed by two giant eagles, pulled into the air, and fell to his death in the distance.

Yes!

Murphy yelled like crazy, he was from the Devil's Forest, but he had never seen the devil, and he had never seen such a cruel world, and the impact of such a battle on him was too great.

Ahead, the tribe was already very close, but a group of black-clothed people appeared, riding horses and raising swords, separated by the tribe, and giant eagles hovered above them, waiting for the warriors of the Gou tribe to come to the door.

"Falcon Tribe!

The Gou warrior's eyes were full of resentment, and he cursed loudly.

Gou Yuan slapped the iron thistle beast under him hard, and rushed forward with a tragic momentum.

"Li Juying, do you dare to stop me?

"Dad, I'm here to help you!"

The gate of the tribe suddenly opened, and in the earth-shattering shouts of killing, Gou Tingting carried a spear and rushed out with a group of women's troops, attacking the giant eagle tribe from behind.