wild trail

Chapter 151 The Sadness of Victory

The death of more than a dozen people immediately caused the enemy to panic. The dozens of warriors surrounding the old man subconsciously took a few steps back, staring at the opposite enemy in horror.

In that slaughterhouse, the enemy flooded in like a tide. Although relying on the advantage of the battle formation, Wang Lang and the others were still holding on tenaciously, but their physical strength was exhausted when they fell asleep. It would only be a matter of time before they failed. After killing an enemy, he retreated to the side of the phalanx, and now he felt as if his lungs were about to burst.

"Boss, we won't last long if this continues!" Tree Bark said out of breath.

"Keep going, hold these people back, and buy time for Kong Er and the others." Wang Lang growled.

The people on the wall who were shouting and killing outside the wall were stunned. People had never seen such a killing. The screams and flying and scattered stumps made this place look like hell.

Seeing that Wang Lang was gradually falling into a disadvantage, Jian Ya gritted his teeth, quickly gathered the remaining men in the tribe, grabbed their weapons and rushed out.

As Jian Ya and the others joined the battle group, Wang Lang and his team's pressure suddenly eased, and they killed nearly a hundred people in a short period of time.

The strong man has nothing to do with this hedgehog-like formation. The number of enemies is much smaller than himself, but it takes seven or eight warriors to kill an enemy. This is the first time he has seen such an enemy at such a young age. Seeing this, he felt fear in his heart. If the tribe had more people, it would be no different from sending him to death if he came to attack from his side.

Jian Ya and the others joined the battle group, which made him want to retreat. He subconsciously glanced in the direction of the old man, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and shouted loudly: "Retreat, retreat quickly, protect the elder."

Seeing the enemy receding like a tide, Wang Lang did not choose to pursue. The frenzied killing exhausted everyone's physical strength. Chasing in this state is asking for a dead end.

Seeing that he could not attack for a long time, Kong Er saw that the enemy had got rid of Wang Lang and them, so he ordered the cavalry to retreat. The cavalry's mobility allowed them to quickly leave the battle group and return to Wang Lang's side.

Seeing that his father was safe and sound, the strong man couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly said, "Father, we underestimated the strength of this tribe. Let's retreat quickly. If this continues, our warriors will all die here."

The old man looked at the bloody warriors beside him, although he felt a little unwilling, but there are too many dead now, he looked in Wang Lang's direction coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "Let's retreat!"

Since the few people who captured the slaves disappeared, the Agni Tribe sent people to search along the footprints, and found Linhe Village for a long time. After a long period of observation, they determined that it was this strange tribe that suddenly appeared that attacked own people.

Originally, he thought it would be easy to send hundreds of warriors to attack this tribe, but the cruel display made the old man realize that this small tribe was an enemy he had never come into contact with.

Whether it was a soldier riding a deer or a weapon that could kill the enemy from a long distance, he was deeply shocked. What shocked him the most was that a strange formation composed of dozens of people could defeat an enemy several times his own. This tribe terrified him.

Watching the Raging Fire Tribe swim to the other side in embarrassment, Wang Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief. From contact to battle, the process only took [-] minutes, but the exhaustion made him feel as if a year had passed.

Sitting slumped on the ground, looking at the stumped limbs and twisted corpses all over the floor, Wang Lang couldn't help shivering at this moment. This hell-like situation made his stomach churn.

Resisting the urge to vomit, Wang Lang stood up with an ugly face and gathered his hands together.

It can be said that this battle has suffered heavy losses. Nine spearmen were killed, three were seriously injured, and the rest had more or less different scars on their bodies.

Wang Lang asked people to gather the bodies of the fallen soldiers and place them neatly on the ground.

Looking at the dead comrades, everyone felt very sad in their hearts. Not long ago, the companions who were chatting and laughing with themselves had become cold corpses on the ground.

"Lang, we won the battle!" Lin Huo gritted his teeth and said with grief.

Wang Lang nodded, looked at these corpses, and said in a daze, "Yes, we won."

Looking at Wang Lang whose eyes were a little distracted, Lin Huo asked, "Lang, what's wrong with you."

Wang Lang shook his head and said: "It's nothing, let the soldiers go to the tribe to rest for a while, and carry the fallen warriors into the tribe."

Lin Huo nodded, called Jian Ya and the others over, supported the soldiers, and walked slowly towards the tribe.

People didn't check the enemy's corpses. It didn't matter how many people were killed. The corpses were scattered randomly in the fields. The dead enemies were not worth looking at.

After defeating the enemy, the women and children in the tribe breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly prepared food and drinking water for the returning soldiers.

The oppressive and dull atmosphere of the tribe made the children dare not make loud noises, and stood quietly from a distance looking at these blood-soaked soldiers.

"The elder actually failed. How is this possible? Isn't the god protecting us?" Slave Yun muttered to himself in a daze.

"I told you a long time ago that this tribe is not so easy to deal with. If you want to survive, you have to listen to them honestly, and you may have a chance to regain your freedom." Chi said coldly.

Yun coldly glanced at Chi, this person in front of him disgusted him very much, although he was the only clan member here, but in Yun's heart he hated him no less than Wang Lang's tribe.

"You want to kill me? You can't survive even if I die. Without my help, you can't live here for a day." Chi sneered.

Yun gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but finally chose to give up, closed his eyes and curled up in the corner.

At this moment, there is no joy of victory and return in the tribe, and the atmosphere of sadness fills the whole tribe. No one dares to speak loudly. The soldiers who died in battle were carefully covered with woven straw mats by women, as if they were afraid of disturbing the rest of the souls of the warriors.

After simply eating the food, Jian Ya and others came to sit beside Wang Lang silently.

Since returning to the tribe, Wang Lang has been staring blankly at the dead soldiers, and the food in the pottery bowl beside him was quietly put aside, obviously Wang Lang didn't move a single bite just now.

"Lang, let's eat some!" Jian Ya sighed and persuaded.

Wang Lang didn't seem to hear Jian Ya's words, he still stared blankly at the dead soldiers.

(End of this chapter)