Faced with the approach of the white devils, who were seeing more and more clearly, all the tribes were praying wholeheartedly for the protection of the gods.

But the boy, called the bison, stood up and spoke disrespectful words to the gods of nature.

All the clansmen were stunned, and at the same time, their hearts were even more terrified.

The bison's mother knelt forward and grabbed the horn of her son's animal skin: "Bison, you kneel down and pray to the god of nature with all your heart......

Many people also opened their mouths to reprimand.

The buffalo shook off his mother's hand, drew the obsidian spear from his back, and stuck it in the snow.

His eyes were fiery as he looked at the white people who were galloping from afar.

At this moment, the crisp singing stopped.

"Bison is right! The gods of nature no longer protect us, so we will fight the devils until we return to the arms of the gods of nature! ”

But I saw that the girl who was a little older with the bison also stood up with a resolute face, and she stood with the bison, but she was holding a longbow in her hand.

She is the daughter of the patriarch, the golden swallow, and it is said that when she was born, the patriarch's father went out and saw a swallow flying in the sky, and the sun shone on the swallow's feathers, dyeing a piece of gold, so he named her after this.

Now that the chiefs and warriors had probably been killed by the whites, Jin Yan was the titular chief of the tribe, and she stood up with the bison, and the rest of the women rose up, putting the little ones behind them, armed with bone spears or bows and arrows.

The strange screams of the white people are getting closer and closer, and many people are subconsciously trembling.

At the same time, their hearts are completely desperate!

It's not a fair fight!

However, since the white devils set foot in their homeland, the word fairness has never appeared, and they no longer have extravagant expectations.

The wind and snow seemed to have started again, and the snowflakes flying all over the sky smashed on the people's bodies and faces......

However, they all clutched the rudimentary weapons in their hands, and stared at the white man who was getting closer and closer in front of them.

Suddenly, a ray of light in the air pierced the sky.

The wind and snow are getting bigger!

And the sky is brighter at this moment!

And one person also fell in front of hundreds of tribesmen!

"Anemoslav!"

"It's the god of wind!"

"Praise the god of wind!"

"Great Anemo God, please save us!"

At this moment of despair, the people who suddenly fell from the sky suddenly stunned these natives!

But then they all shouted in ecstasy, and knelt on the ground with tears in their eyes, praying sincerely.

Jin Yan and Bison stood at the front of the line, and they were also the closest to that person, and at this moment, the two young boys and girls, the shock in their hearts was indescribable, they all looked at this person stupidly.

But I saw the man, with long black hair, dark eyes as black as obsidian, with a hint of curiosity and surprise, and a kind smile on his white jade-like cheeks.

This smile made both Jin Yan and Bison feel so warm.

Maybe that's how the smile of the gods should be!

This is definitely not the new god of the whites, but the god of wind that belongs to us!

He has the same skin and looks like us!

Although there is no more beautiful man in all our tribes than the wind god, there are also men who are five or six points similar, and they are also beautiful men in the tribe!

"Great wind god, your kindness, like the warmth of winter, shines on the people, we pray to you, protect us from ......"

Jin Yan knelt down, and so did the bison.

Jin Yan's voice was very crisp and pleasant, but in Huang Xiao's ears, he didn't understand a word.

The language family of the Indians is very complex, and there are at least hundreds of them on the entire continent, but Huang Xiao also roughly understands what this indigenous girl is talking about.

He turned to look at the white cavalrymen who were getting closer.

With an indifferent smile, he took out the M16A2 from his back.

M16 is the most well-known rifle series produced in the beautiful country, the full name is Colt M16, which is widely used in more than 100 countries in the world at that time, and is known as one of the six famous guns, and there are many derivative versions.

Huang Xiao's M16A2 is one of them.

But I saw Huang Xiao methodically pull out the grenade launcher and install it on the barrel, load it, and shoot!

"Boom!"

In the center is the first Ranger.

That man, even the man and the horse, were smashed to pieces!

Jin Yan and other natives, and even the white people were stunned!

The horses neighed, some ran to the side, some stopped, and some hurried.

Huang Xiao unhurriedly reloaded and fired.

"Boom!"

Another cavalryman was blown into blood powder.

"Oh God, what kind of weapon is this!"

The whites panicked, turned their horses and fled.

Huang Xiao unloaded the launcher and fired one shot at a time, as if he was walking in a leisurely garden.

But, whenever a gun goes out, a white man will fall to the ground!

It wasn't until the remaining dozen or so whites escaped from the shooting range that Huang Xiao took A2.

Jin Yan and the others couldn't believe their eyes.

The wind god actually defeated the invincible white demon by himself!

After a short period of silence, hundreds of people let out shocking cheers, and everyone looked at Huang Xiao with awe and reverence.

Jin Yan began to babble again, Huang Xiao was a little speechless, he really wouldn't know this.

"Let's go, let's see!"

Huang Xiao pointed to the place where there was still smoke, and didn't pay attention to the fact that these people didn't understand.

Sure enough, after Huang Xiao spoke, everyone was at a loss.

Is this the word of God?

What does the god of wind mean pointing to our homeland?

Jin Yan tried to explain to Huang Xiao.

Huang Xiao smiled, beckoned to Jin Yan and the others, and walked forward.

The clansmen understood Huang Xiao's gesture and cautiously followed behind Huang Xiao.

Five or six ownerless war horses wandered around, and the natives watched in awe, only the bison and other teenagers were a little eager to try, but some were a little afraid to try.

Huang Xiao smiled, before the Spaniards set foot in the Americas, the horses in the Americas had been extinct for more than 13,000 years, and in the archaeological findings of the ancient Indian murals, descendants can know that horses at that time were easier to hunt than bison in the eyes of the aborigines.

When the Europeans came on war horses, the natives even thought it was a kind of god, and the cavalry sat on it, and the natives thought that man and horse were one, and gave them a name, called centaures.

However, although the natives now knew that it was also a beast, the long-term awe still kept them from stepping forward.

Huang Xiao pointed to the wild bull that was eager to try, and then pointed to a few older boys, and pointed at the horses.

The bison and others thought that they had been guided by the god of wind, and their courage suddenly increased! Go ahead.

War horses have been trained by humans for a long time, and they are already close to humans, coupled with the terrorist attack just now, which also makes horses subconsciously want to seek protection and comfort from humans.

So, the bison and the others soon came back with their horses in excitement.

They knelt in front of Huang Xiao and chattered.

Huang Xiao smiled and nodded.

The other natives cheered.

In their opinion, this is a manifestation of the great power of the wind god, otherwise how could such a monster be led by these half-grown boys so easily.

When he was about to pass by the battlefield, Huang Xiao bypassed a little, although he had experienced the battlefield in Liaodong, but if he could not see this bloody scene, he would naturally not let himself suffer.

Huang Xiao got on a horse, nodded at the bison and a few small natives, and pointed towards the battlefield.

The bison was a little unsure.

Jin Yan said: "Lord Fengshen may want you to see if the white devils are all dead, and the weapons of the devils are also going to be brought over." ”

The bison was excited.

Jin Yan said: "Be careful, if there are no dead devils, you will kill them with obsidian!" ”

The bison nodded heavily, let the clansmen lead the war horse, and ran towards the battlefield with a few friends.