Chapter 0092: Vulnerable

Of course, Mo Jian didn't know that the group of savages who were led away by Ling Feng were almost dead at this time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

Mo Jian told everyone about the battle plan, and finally said in a deep voice: "After going out for a while, you must not fight separately, everything will be carried out according to the prior arrangement, listen to my command, do you understand?"

More than a dozen young men nodded, and then glanced deeply at the ancestral hall, obviously, they already knew very well in their hearts that after going out, survival was extremely slim......

"Let's go!"

Mo Jian's face sank like water, and with a wave of his hand, he led more than a dozen sturdy men to the back door, and then one of them rushed out first.

Everyone rushed out immediately behind, and then quickly formed a circle, the outermost eight men held machetes and rattan shields to defend against the impact of the savages, six men held spears more than three meters long, responsible for attacking the approaching savages, Mo Jian and the other two men stood in the core, responsible for support.

When the four savages not far away saw it, they let out a strange cry of "wow" from their mouths, waved the wooden sticks in their hands, and rushed towards them.

When the four savages were about to approach, Mo Jian shouted, "Thorn!"

"Whew!"

The spears went into the flesh, and the blood of the stabbed wildlings gushed out, but apparently, they did not inflict fatal damage on the thick-skinned wildlings, but instead stimulated the madness in the bloods of the wildlings......

"Roar. ”

The four wounded savages waited for them to collect their spears and stab them again, let out an angry roar from their mouths, waved the big wooden stick in their hands, and swept towards them with a "hiss" sound of breaking the wind!

"Quick, raise your shield!" Mo Jian shouted.

"Bang ......"

However, they obviously underestimated the brute strength of those savages, and the eight strong men with shields were blown up in response, and fell to the ground, and their so-called battle formation was simply vulnerable in front of these savages!

"Roar!"

The four savages had rushed into the crowd in an instant, one in each hand, like an eagle catching a chicken, lifted the four strong men, cracked their bloody mouths, showed their yellow fangs, and bit them down fiercely on the chest.

"Ahhh......h

A terrible harvest pierced the night sky, watching his accomplices being eaten alive by savages in front of him, except for Mo Jian and Da Zhuang, not only did the others not have the slightest intention of stepping forward to save them, but they were frightened one by one.

"Da Zhuang, you take them to escape quickly, run as far as you want...... Mo Jian shouted at Da Zhuang beside him, and then raised the knife in his hand and slashed down at one of the savages,

He knew very well in his heart that at this time everyone was frightened, and it was useless to say anything, and now all he could do was to use these young men as bait, hoping to lure away some wild people.

Da Zhuang, who was about to follow Mo Jian to kill the past, couldn't help but shout: "Old Uncle Mo, where else can we escape?"

"Quick, if you can escape to that, I'll hold these savages, you run away!" Mo Jian didn't look back, and the knife in his hand had already slashed down at the savage who was holding a villager and gnawing wildly.

"Bang. ”

The two-meter-long knife was cut down, and the savage directly lifted the villager in his arms who had not yet died, and in an instant, blood burst out, and the intestines and internal organs splashed all over the ground.

"Run, run!" Mo Jian raised his sword and shouted wildly.

When a few villagers who had already been frightened heard this, they immediately pulled out their legs and ran, Da Zhuang hesitated, and finally stomped his feet, and then picked up the villagers who had just been swept to the ground by the savages, and ran towards the village......

Before they could run far, Mo Jian's terrible screams had already sounded behind them, but at this time, they only had the thought of "escaping" in their minds, which was already blank.

"Uncle Zhuang, come in!"

When Da Zhuang fled into the village with less than ten remaining villagers, the wild men had already chased after them, and just when the group of people were chased by the wild men and scurried around the village like headless flies, and they were about to be overtaken, a young child's voice rang in their ears.

As soon as Da Zhuang and the others heard this, they jumped in without having time to think, and as soon as they closed the door, there was already a sound of heavy objects slamming the door outside, and the faces of the people couldn't help but change drastically.

Fortunately, the house was originally the high priest's quarters, and the ironwood gate was quite sturdy, and it was the only house in the village made of stone, which could barely withstand the impact of the wild people in a short time.

"Small, small...... Why are you?" compared to the others, Da Zhuang was barely sober, and when he saw Feng Qingmu, he couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

After a while, Da Zhuang suddenly remembered something, his eyes flashed with incomparably brightness, and he grabbed Feng Qingmu's thin shoulders and hurriedly asked, "Where is the high priest?"

In fact, Sanjia Village is not completely helpless against the wild people, but obviously, the key is still in the high priest, so Da Zhuang couldn't help but be excited when he saw Feng Qingmu who disappeared with the high priest at this time.

"Uncle Zhuang, Grandpa Li is dead. ”

"It's dead, how did you die? Impossible, how could the High Priest die?" Da Zhuang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then his face was full of hideousness, and he roared: "Xiao Mu, you lied to me! Tell me quickly, where is the High Priest?"

"The High Priest is really dead, he was possessed by the evil mountain god, and then he died. ”

It's a pity that although what Feng Qingmu said is true, Da Zhuang, who has fallen into a frenzy at this time, can't listen to it at all, he thought that Feng Qingmu, who should have died as a sacrifice, didn't die, so it was impossible for the high priest to die.

"Boom!"

A boulder smashed the gate, and it fell down, and a look of despair could not help but arise on the faces of the people, including Da Zhuang, and they couldn't muster up a trace of courage to come forward and resist, so they watched a few wild men rush in......

"Bang. ”

Just as the crowd sat and waited to die, a small figure rushed out from among them and slammed into the wild man who was the first to enter.

"Xiaomu?" It turned out that Da Zhuang, who had grabbed Feng Qingmu, only then realized that Feng Qingmu had already broken away from his big hand at some point.

"You abominable savages, give my mother back to me!"

Feng Qingmu's immature voice woke up a group of depressed villagers, and they couldn't help but look at each other, and in their extremely surprised eyes, the wild man who came in first was actually knocked upside down by Feng Qingmu and flew up.

"Bang bang bang!"

The wild man who was knocked upside down by Feng Qingmu knocked several wild people behind him to the ground under the huge inertia, and for a while, this incredible scene in front of him was so shocked that he was stunned by several villagers in Da Zhuang, like a wooden chicken.

"Roar, Roar, Roar, ......Roar, Roar, Roar, Roar, T

Several wild men got up from the ground one after another, let out a roar of anger from their mouths, and rushed in again! When Feng Qingmu saw it, he shouted, "Uncle Zhuang, come quickly!"

Several villagers, including Da Zhuang, were finally aroused by the young Feng Qingmu, and one by one they woke up like a dream, picked up the weapons in their hands and rushed forward......

PS: It's a mosquito leg next week, and I don't know if Feidou is not writing well enough, otherwise, how can the collection fall? This makes Feidou's motivation greatly frustrated, at this critical moment, I hope that book friends who like this book can give Feidou some support within their ability, thank you.