Li Juying is a tall man with gloomy eyes, different from Gou Yuan or the kind of tiger-backed bear-waisted, his body presents a streamlined shape with a strong sense of strength.

Not worried about the impending pinch attack, he blew the whistle, and the giant eagle entangled with the Gou warriors flew high, suspending the attack, while he raised his palm high and waved it vigorously.

Danger!

The old priest suddenly roared, and before he could finish speaking, he gathered behind the eagle, and dense feathered arrows flew out and sprinkled towards the galloping Gou warriors.

Gou Yuanhou gritted his teeth and shouted: "Everyone, raise your shield, charge!

Everyone shouted in unison, and rushed towards the enemy's rain of arrows.

Rush over, as long as you rush over, the other party's group of people is completely scum!

The Falcon tribe is good at raising giant eagles and bows and arrows, but when they get close, they are completely useless. The Gou warriors are completely capable of crushing them.

Rear!

Shouting to kill the heavens, a group of people from the Mamian tribe broke through the Duqiao and submerged the fortress, and the fighting in the fortress did not last long before it calmed down.

Although I don't want to believe it, but human life is so worthless, lonely and silent, and the way of death of the heroic characters in the artistic processing is completely different, there is no roar before death for the glorious and heroic section of the tribe, Uncle De and the twenty-four warriors, gone!

I don't know who shouted.

"Uncle De, they're on their way!"

The soldiers in the charge cried and shouted, "Uncle De, they're on their way!"

They shouted over and over again, and the emotions of grief and anger were getting stronger and stronger, and the Gou warriors went crazy, raising their speed to a higher level.

However, in the face of a rain of arrows, a shield alone is not enough, and people are immediately hit by stray arrows, arms, thighs, and places that are difficult to cover by these shields are the most likely to be hit by arrows.

The mount hissed, and was hit by the arrows, and the blood flowed for a long time.

On the way of the charge, a large number of men or mounts fell, but many more were wounded and had long arrows stuck in their bodies.

"Kill these debris who stand in the way!" they roared, unwilling, more and more soldiers were falling on the way to the charge, and the casualties were terrifying, at least nearly half of the soldiers were lost.

"No more than three arrows in battle" refers to the confrontation between cavalry and archers, from the time the cavalry appeared within the effective range of the archers to the time they rushed into the archers' array to slaughter, during this time, there were only enough archers to shoot three waves of arrows.

This is only the first wave, and the casualties are so large, what to do next?

Seeing the heavy losses of the Gou tribe, Li Juying showed a cruel smile, and he waved his hand again: "Next round, prepare, shoot!"

A new round of arrow rain came again, and the Gou warriors raised their shields and let out an unwilling roar, most of them would not be able to survive this round.

"Let me do my best, old bone!"

The old priest suddenly raised the wooden staff in his hand, and the bright light rushed out towards the tip of the wooden staff, turning into a large net and intercepting all the arrows shot from the sky.

After doing this, the old priest collapsed directly on the back of the cow, his body trembled, and he almost fell off the green ox.

Kill!

The crisis has been resolved, and the Gou warriors have rushed far away, and the distance between them and the Falcon tribe is getting closer and closer.

Hum!

Li Juying sneered, he had already expected the means of the old sacrifice, he decisively made a retreat gesture, led his people to retreat to the side, and made way for the Gou warriors to return to the tribe.

The Gou warriors were furious, their eyes almost bursting into flames, and they chased the retreating Falcon tribe to avenge the death of their comrades.

"Everyone, stop the pursuit, go back to the tribe, quick!"

Gou Yuan or yelled, although he hated the Falcon tribe to the extreme, but I have to say that the timing of Li Juying's choice was very delicate, and he gave the Gou people a choice question.

1. Hunt down and kill the Falcon tribe warriors who are about to get close, and then be completely wiped out by the Mamian tribe who came in, and the Gou tribe is left with only women and children, and finally it is completely annexed.

2. Give up chasing and killing the Falcon tribe, join up with Gou Tingting and other tribesmen who came out to respond, return to the tribe safely, rely on defense facilities, and fight the enemy to the end.

Although the depression in Gou Yuan's chest was almost about to explode, he gritted his teeth and made a choice, the lesser of two evils, Gou Yuan or chose to return to the tribe.

Gou Yuan may have made the most correct choice, but the red-eyed Gou warriors didn't understand, they just wanted to avenge their dead brother, even Gou Tingting They were reluctant, eager to bite off a piece of meat on the people of the Falcon Tribe.

"Do you want to die?

Gou Yuan roared, and the iron thistle beast was furious, and with a roar, it jumped high and slammed its front hooves into the ground.

The ground roared, the waves of air rolled, and the powerful aura shocked everyone, although the warriors of the Gou clan were unwilling, they still obeyed Gou Yuanhe's order, dragged their scarred bodies, and accelerated back to the tribe.

Li Juying watched coldly, and did not intend to let them go, he raised his hand again, and a new round of arrow rain was being prepared.

"Ready!"

The Falcon tribe bent its bow and aimed at the retreating Gou people.

"Everyone, retreat, the warrior is broken, raise the shield!"

Gou Yuanhou almost gritted his steel teeth with hatred, and he instigated the iron thistle beast to be the first to block the front, and the iron halberd and Li Juying were far away.

A scalper rushed out of the crowd, and the old priest sat on it, and he directly crossed Gou Yuanhe, struggled to raise the wooden staff and shouted: "Disarm!"

A spell-like power emanated from his old body, covering more than a hundred meters in front of him at once, covering most of the Falcon Tribe's archers.

Cracking sound!

Bows and arrows and short knives fell to the ground, and the words of the old priest actually removed their weapons.

"Let's go!"

The old priest lay on the back of the ox and shouted weakly, and a strong smell of decay emanated from him, almost a dead man!

Gou Yuan stepped forward to protect the old priest and retreated.

Li Juying looked at the departing Gou people coldly, and shouted: "Everyone, pick up your bows and arrows, and shoot them at me!"

"Patriarch, three waves of arrows have been shot, and the clansmen are no longer able to pull the heavy bow, especially the last wave, the old horseman's disarming spell suddenly caused the strength of the warriors in the clan to suddenly empty, and injured himself!"

The leader of the falcon clan reacted to the situation, and felt that it was difficult for Li Juying to be a strong man, and he really thought that it was so easy to draw a bow and shoot arrows on the battlefield, and he couldn't stop shooting suddenly.

"Rubbish!"

Li Juying scolded, picked up a heavy bow on the ground, bent the bow and arrows, and with amazing strength, he pulled the bow into a full moon and aimed at the Gou people.

However, Gou Yuan or the old priest has already blended into the crowd, and as the distance falls, the lethality of the bow and arrow will decrease, so Li Juying must find a worthy target.

So, he stared at the figure in a colorful feather coat, so conspicuous, it must be an important person!

Murphy mixed in the crowd and ran towards the tribe, the old priest left, and still did not return, Murphy was very worried, he hugged the horse's neck, turned his head and looked around.

Suddenly, a terrible arrow roar came from behind, and Murphy suddenly felt a pain in his back, and a huge impact came from him, and he felt that something was penetrating.

Murphy stared blankly at his chest, and a blood-stained arrow burst out of his chest.

Murphy felt a smell of blood spread through his chest, and he opened his mouth, and a large amount of blood poured out of his mouth and nose.

The figure in front of him was longing, there were many people shouting his name, he looked around blankly, the surroundings were blurred, and then he planted his war horse, and he didn't know who was going to go.