"Kill!"

Fifteen took the lead and slammed the butt of his gun into the white soldier in front of him.

Then, regardless of whether the white soldier was dead or not, he continued to smash at the next white soldier.

The musket was in his hand, and except for one shot at the beginning, it became a huge rod completely.

He took the barrel of his gun and smashed the butt of his gun hard at every white man he saw.

The Indian soldiers who followed him did the same, raising their weapons one by one and smashing them indiscriminately.

Those with bullets are shot, and those without bullets are smashed with the butt of the gun.

There were a few Indian soldiers who had no guns in their hands in the first place, and they carried heavy knives made of pig iron, which they were indignant when they were first distributed, but now they were the most courageous warriors, the most vicious demons!

"Kill!"

Fifteen dollars shouted hoarsely!

He wasn't tall, but his rampage attracted everyone.

The Indian soldiers involuntarily followed him, and they followed wherever the fifteen dollars rushed.

"Get up! Rise up and kill! "Fifteen dollars smashed the butt of a gun on a scrawny Indian on the ground.

The Indian was struck hard in the chest, and he lay on the ground, looking at fifteen dollars in astonishment!

"What are you doing? Arise, fool! Fifteen dollars spat on the man's face: "Even rabbits are braver than you, coward!" ”

"Even a dwarf like me is braver than you, bastard!"

"Get up! As long as you can breathe, get up with me! ”

Fifteen dollars, with the team behind him, cut through the pile of Indians left behind by Fury.

By the time he emerged from the other side of the crowd, more people had gathered behind him.

Some had stones in their hands, some had wooden sticks in their hands, and some were even bare-handed.

Among them were scrawny men and ragged women.

There are cripples with only one leg left, and there are old people who are faltering.

Fifteen Dollar carried the head of a smashed white soldier and walked ahead of them.

"Shoot! Shoot! "Fifteen dollars roared at the night.

"Hit me! Come and hit me! "Fifteen dollars are brazenly provocative forward.

"Your guns can't break us! Your sword can't kill us! ”

"As long as there is an Indian today, I will fight you to the end! We will not back down, we will not beg for mercy! ”

"We're right here! We're right here! ”

For fifteen dollars like a dwarf, one rolled over and climbed onto the Greyhound's shoulders and stood high above the Greyhound's head.

He lifted the head of the mangled white soldier in his hand, turned back and roared at the 'great army' behind him:

"Look! This is what happens to the aggressor! ”

"Look! That's our power! ”

He grabbed the head by the hair, swung his arms in a few circles, and threw it into the crowd.

There was a cheer from the crowd as they grabbed the already broken head, scrambling and tearing!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Fifteen jumped off the greyhound's shoulder and ran forward.

The crowd behind him ran as if they were being carried by the wind from which he ran.

Scattered gunfire rang out ahead, and the tide of Indians fell a few times.

But then the crowd stepped over their corpses and continued to rush forward regardless of it.

Several white soldiers could not flee after firing, and were instantly overwhelmed by the crowd.

Immediately, there were several terrible howls in the crowd.

When the crowd passed, not even a single stump or severed arm remained.

……

Major Christopher made a fatal mistake -

No, it shouldn't have been a mistake!

In order to faithfully carry out Commander Brooke's order to completely annihilate the Fury Tribe within three days, he completed the siege of 2,000 men with 500 men under his command.

At any other time, in any place, this is definitely not a problem.

However, who would have thought that a group of Indians who had lost their minds, led by a mad gnome, would suddenly crash into his encirclement!

Major Christopher only had time to issue an order to 'assemble' before he was hit in the head!

What happened next had nothing to do with him.

As for his head being wrenched off alive, and in the hands of the dwarf, and finally torn to pieces—it had nothing to do with him.

The encirclement of 500 men he had set up was quickly overwhelmed by the mad and angry Indians.

The white soldiers, who had thought that slaughtering such a thing a moment ago, were a little boring, were not boring in the blink of an eye.

They only hate themselves for having only two legs and not running fast enough!

……

Ever since fifteen dollars went mad, the luck of this white soldier chasing Fury seemed to have run out.

Their ranks were crushed in the darkness of the night.

As they began to flee, the moon came out again. So that they have nothing to hide.

Who would have thought that an old Indian man with his bare hands would dare to run after two white soldiers with guns?

"Crazy! Lunatic! It's all crazy! ”

Two young white soldiers ran off their shoes, and they threw away their muskets in order to run faster!

"Thomas, I can't run!"

"Andy, me too...... Take a break, shall you? ”

As the two white soldiers spoke, they sat down on the ground.

In the end, he simply lay down.

"Thomas, that dwarf should be a necromancer! Why did he suddenly summon so many Indian soldiers! ”

"Andy, don't talk, take a break, we have to keep running-", at this point, he suddenly paused!

Then he yelled heartbreakingly: "-Andy! Run! Run! ”

As he shouted, he rolled himself to his feet, and ran forward a few steps, but with too much force, he fell to the ground, and hurried up and ran forward.

I ran for a while before turning back.

He saw Andy limping after him.

"Thomas! Thomas! Andy cried, covering his eyes with one hand and bobbing back and forth with the other hanging over his shoulder.

Thomas was stunned for a moment, ignored his companion, and continued to gallop forward.

- When he turned around, in addition to seeing Andy limping, he also saw that behind Andy, the gray-haired old Indian was crawling up from the ground like a blood demon.

The 'Blood Fiend' was creaking up from the ground with a white bone knife on his arm with his huge mouth open, and he was smiling strangely in his direction.

"Thomas! Wait for me! Wait for me! Andy's cries were tinged with a trill, and finally his legs went limp, and he knelt down forward, ignoring the approaching 'Blood Fiend', and prayed.