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Chapter 43 Soldiers Approaching the City ([-])

Seeing the fallen clansmen one by one, the patriarch of the Mankou clan was bleeding from his heart, "Roar!" With a loud roar, he rushed forward with a huge stone ax in his hand, and smashed it wide open on the fence .

"Bang~" A few pieces of the bowl-thick wood on the fence snapped instantly, and another stone ax smashed on it, "Kach~" It was his ax handle that broke this time.

His eyes were already big, and it felt like they were going to burst out at this moment, his hands were shaking the fence in front of him like wild animals, he hated it!He hates himself being used as a gunman, and he hates that the shamans have such a clever mind that they can build these walls to stop their footsteps.

Just when they thought the wave of offensive was over, they gradually moved forward and approached, "Ah!" There was a scream, and blood began to bleed from their feet, and small thumbtacks were stuck into the soles of their feet. The skin was torn apart, and the flesh was bloody.

"Light!" Han Feng quietly touched the fence at some point, and everyone heard that they lit all the small round gadgets in their hands, and threw them out of the fence in unison.

"Cough cough cough..." "Cough cough cough..." "Cough cough cough..."

The people outside were already blinded by the smoke from that thing.Mosquito killer tablets, everyone who has used them before must know that the smoke is very large and choking, and the power of hundreds of tablets is not covered.

"Shoot me~!" Asa and several patriarchs ordered at the same time, "咻咻~" Stones were ejected from the slingshot.

"Ahh..." "Ah!" "My eyes!!"

An endless stream of screams sounded from time to time, some were shot by stones, and some were pierced by tiny thumbtacks. Anyway, the scene is now in chaos.

At this time, the short leader of the Woody tribe in the crowd not far away, his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water. He never imagined that the elite soldiers he had carefully prepared would look like such a disastrous defeat before they even started fighting. Looking at the clansmen who fell to the ground one by one, his heart seemed to be bleeding.

At this time, the patriarch of the barbarian tribe was still attacking the fence frantically, and several logs were completely broken by him, and the broken entrance could be big enough for a person to enter.

At this time, Han Feng pulled out a watermelon knife from his back. This knife was bought by Han Feng on purpose this time. The people at the entrance couldn't stop his crazy offensive, and they were all thrown far away.

"Come on! Fuck your grandma!" Han Feng raised the watermelon knife with his right hand, raised the knife and slashed at it obliquely, not wanting to save him at all.

The patriarch of the barbarian tribe's eyes were fixed, but he hadn't reacted yet, "Hey~" The watermelon knife directly cut his clothes and cut his flesh into two.

"Roar~" After an angry roar, he rushed over like a cannonball.

"My lord envoy, be careful!" Asa threw him to the ground. If he was a second later, Han Feng would have been directly hit by his shoulder strike.

"Bah, you go away, I'm going to let him see how powerful I am today!" Han Feng spat out the dirt in his mouth and pushed Asa away. Every time he saw those injured people, he felt a pang in his heart. The inexplicable anger, it's okay to abuse the two people before, but also come to find trouble every day, it's just too much dance.

Picking up the watermelon knife at the side, Han Feng stared at him with his eyes fixed on him. He was the same, his eyes were like a bloodthirsty beast, as if he was about to swallow Han Feng.

"Die!" the patriarch of the Mankou clan yelled, and punched him directly with his right hand.

Han Feng did not show weakness and shouted: "Look who dies first!" The fruit machete in his hand turned into a white lightning.

"Ah!" The patriarch of the Mankou clan was accidentally stabbed again, and it was in the stomach.

Han Feng wasn't much better either. If he didn't feel wrong, his left shoulder should have been dislocated.

"Die!" While he was checking the wound, Han Feng slashed at his neck again, blood shot everywhere, and he stared at Han Feng unwillingly, as if he wanted to remember Han Feng's face .

"Uh~" Han Feng vomited directly. He is only a young man in his 20s, how could he have seen such a scene?

Seeing that the patriarch of the Mankou tribe had died in his own hands, and the hot blood was splashed on his face, it also made his stomach twitch, but his current appearance was even more strange, like a ghost in hell. Like the messenger sent to harvest life.

The battle at the other place was also extremely fierce. The props brought by Han Feng showed their great power. Just when they thought it was over, the people who had just climbed into the fence suddenly found that there were also traps everywhere.

For example, after the gates had been opened, after the enemies from outside swarmed in, Asa and the others led the people to bypass the traps and arrive at a safe place.

"Ahh..." "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, A sharpened stake.

And they rushed in like dumplings under boiling water, and then fell into the pit in a swarm, and there was not only one pit, but one after another, and there was one within half a meter.

After Asa helped Han Feng to sit on a rock far away from the battlefield, he turned around and joined the battle, and the slingshot in his hand was also accurate.

Some enemies have passed through the chaotic pit, but what is waiting for him is a huge wooden stake covered with sharpened small stakes. It was carried by five or six people and swept directly. .

The short arrows in the hands of the archers in the back shot at the crowd one by one. After Han Feng's careful teaching, they were able to skillfully use them one by one, a new gadget that Han Feng brought to them.

At this time, the leader of the Hudi clan was standing at the back of the battlefield. Seeing that the situation was over, he gave the people behind him a vicious look, and then patted the people beside him to signal to retreat.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ..." The people who were still fighting stopped their attacks and quickly retreated to the rear.

How could it be possible for Asa and the others to let them leave so easily? The two hiding behind the door quickly closed the door, and came to close the door and beat the dog.

Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, the enemies inside the fence dropped their weapons one after another, and raised their hands to signal surrender. If there was one, there would be two, and all the weapons in the hands of the brush fell to the ground. This is the butterfly effect.

The leader of the Hudi tribe has an ugly and scary face, and there are less than 20 people behind him. They lost nearly 300 people this time, which is still the cannon fodder of 100 people from the barbarian tribe. That is to say, this battle When it was shot down, close to 400 people died.

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