The mass slaughter behind him continued, the javelins fell from the sky like a raging storm, and every second, someone was shot and firmly nailed to the ground, and the screams rang out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Those who were nailed to the ground and were lucky enough not to die were pierced into big hedgehogs by the javelin rain that fell from the sky, and for a time the blood flowed like a river, and the blood flowed down the ravines on the ground to the low-lying places, and finally flowed into the big river at the bottom of the canyon.

The river was stained red with blood, and the red torrent rushed downstream.

Ferdinand couldn't take care of this, and flew separately when the disaster came.

What's more, the hunters who were nailed to the ground were all from several other tribes, and these tribes, who were also competitors of the Wharton tribe before, were tempted by huge interests to participate in the coalition this time.

These tribes suffered heavy losses and were greatly weakened, but the strength of the Wharton tribe was preserved, and Ferdinand took the opportunity to threaten them with force and take them under his command.

It's called: 'Destroy the tribes of the Sandy, and destroy the tribes of the alliance to quell civil strife.' Anyway, it was Ferdinand who took advantage in the end.

Ferdinand led the hunters of the Wharton tribe to rush up the cliff of the canyon on the opposite side from a small road, and drove away from the car that the Sandy tribe parked on the canyon.

The other two tribes involved in the alliance woke up when they saw the Wharton tribe running away, and fled in a swarm, panicking like a lost dog, busy like a fish that has slipped through the net, and the army is like a mountain falling, and in the blink of an eye it has disappeared without a trace.

These unlucky bastards, who didn't even see who attacked them clearly, threw down hundreds of corpses, fled in the wilderness, and were so frightened that they didn't even dare to stop and rest along the way, and ran directly back to their own tribe station, so as to stabilize their position.

In contrast, the Wharton tribe did not lose much at all, only lost some javelins, and the tribal hunters did not suffer casualties, not to mention stealing the Sandy tribe's car, which can be said to have made a small profit.

After defeating the enemy, Wang Ning led the hunters of the Sandy tribe back to the bottom of the canyon, Wang Ning commanded everyone, pulled out the javelin nailed to the corpse, and threw the corpse into the river with it.

The piranhas, crocodiles, and other carnivorous fish in the river, as well as the vultures hovering in the sky, swarmed up, and for a time the blood in the river rolled up, and the sound of tearing was endless.

After cleaning up the corpse, Wang Ning asked Pendit to lead the hunters to shovel up all the sand and soil stained with blood, transport it to the river, and sprinkle it into the river, and the bloodstains were quickly washed clean by the river.

There were no blood-stained javelins, and the black hunters carried them all back to the cave.

In this battle, although the Sandy tribe won a great victory, they also suffered a lot of losses, and the newly bought car was stolen by Ferdinand.

Without a car, it is extremely inconvenient to travel, and it takes a month to walk to the nearest town on the reckless plateau.

At this time, the gold sand stored in the tribe was almost enough for ten kilograms, so Wang Ning asked Deli Kun to take two people with ten kilograms of gold sand, go out to sell them, and then buy a truck back.

When Deli Kun came back in his newly bought truck, there was a car of policemen in the car behind him.

It turned out that Ferdinand, together with the other two tribes, went directly to the governor to accuse the Sandy tribe of being cruel and vicious, killing hundreds of people from several of their tribes.

The governor called Moody, the head of the state police department, and gave a death order, which must investigate the case thoroughly, catch the murderer, and give Wharton and the other three tribes an explanation.

After Moody, the head of the state police department went back, he convened all the police officers and held a swearing-in meeting, encouraging the police officers to brave the hardships and dangers, vow to solve the case, eliminate harm for the people, share worries for the country, take the initiative to stand up, accept the test of the people, and live up to the trust of the country.

As a result, Moody's mouth was dry, sweating profusely, panting and weak, and the policemen below were all listless, and no one was willing to stand up and shoulder the heavy burden.

The police in the state are all old fritters in the police circle, and they have a wide range of sources, whether it is news from the underworld or from the white road, they can gather here at the first time.

These old police fritters know much more about the tragedy in the Sandy tribe than Moody, the head of the state police department, and even a little more than Moody's.

Thousands of people sneaked up on a small tribe of more than 100 people, and in the station of the small tribe, tens of thousands of javelins were thrown, and they were thrown from above and below the canyon.

And the small tribe of more than 100 people, not only did they lose nothing, but also killed nearly 10% of the thousands of coalition troops, such a strong strength is simply unheard of.

The policemen also have to support their families, who is behind them, they are all followed by a large group of wives and children, who wants to send them to death, they are dead, who will support their wives and children?

Besides, the Sandy tribe's station, the distance is too far, and the police department is so poor that it doesn't even have a car that can run mountain roads and is suitable for off-roading.

No one took the initiative to ask for the war, so Moody had no choice but to order a detective named Salazie to lead his twenty agents to the Sandy tribe's station to investigate the case.

Inspector Salazie did not dare to disobey the order, so he could only lead his twenty agents to the Sandy tribe station on foot.

As a result, after three days of walking, twenty detectives, no more, no less, exactly ten people were poisoned by food, and the remaining ten people had to carry the poisoned people on their backs and return the same way.

Everyone will say, these ten people were poisoned, could it be pretended?

No, it's really poisoned, no matter how backward people are, there are hospitals, and food poisoning is such a thing, and you will know whether it's true or false as soon as you test it.

If you fake food poisoning and evade official duties, these people's jobs will not be saved.

Although the income as a detective is not high, it is also a civil servant, and the income is stable, which is more than enough than the upper and lower levels, and it is still much better than ordinary people.

So no one is stupid enough not to work.

So how did these people get poisoned, and why did it happen so coincidentally, exactly half of them were poisoned, of course, there is a mystery in this, and some pharmacological knowledge is required.

These agents are all locals, and they still have some understanding of all kinds of wild grasses in the wild, and they know which weeds they eat will cause food poisoning and will not die.

This time, the police went out for too long, everyone was walking, it was impossible to bring all the supplies, each person only brought some Injera, and when everyone ate, they had to pick some wild vegetables to make vegetables to eat.

These wild vegetables are mixed with weeds that can cause food poisoning and are not fatal.

Inspector Salazie knew very well about these small actions of the detectives, but he pretended to be deaf and pretended not to know, and he didn't want to go on this errand, so he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, and let the detectives mess around.

The first batch of detectives gave up halfway, and the police chief Moody understood that sending out the second batch would also give up halfway, and the governor's side exerted pressure again, making Moody like an ant on a hot pot, and there was nothing to do.

At this time, Deli Kun took people out to sell Jinsha and bought another truck.

Moody was overjoyed when he heard the news, and personally led forty detectives to requisition the Sandy tribe's truck, and let Delikun and the Sandy tribe's hunters take turns driving to the Grand Canyon.