The death of more than ten soldiers could not stop Aztlan's Taotao offensive. As soon as the soldiers in front fell, the soldiers behind followed him and took over. In the blink of an eye, Gan and the Chief were surrounded by Aztlan soldiers again.

Gan couldn't help but sigh: "There are a lot of people. Although it feels good to be able to fight for a long time, I really don't want to fight with the legion. This person is crowded, the space is too small, and it's too tiring to fight."

Having said that, Gan's tone did not give people a feeling of "he felt troublesome". He continued to look at the chief and said, "Hey, grandpa, you should be able to stand up, right? I can see that you still have the energy to keep, don't lie on the ground and be lazy?"

"Is this what the elderly should say?"

The chief stood up with some anger. He picked up an Aztlan spear that landed on the ground, tested the sharpness of the obsidian spear with his fingertips, and then turned his back to Gan to fight.

"Child, I'll leave it to you behind me. Is it okay?"

"No problem. If I can't beat it, I will remind the old man before running."

“This is not called ‘no problem’.”

The chief roared even more angrily. But the love affairs could no longer tolerate them to continue chatting. The old and the young each faced the enemy surrounded. In a blink of an eye, they were infiltrated into the surging crowd.

All of this could be seen clearly from afar.

"That little hooligan." Lolos spat unwillingly, "I touched Wuwuyi, but I didn't expect that I really had some skills."

"If I can rescue my father and the tribe, I don't have to do anything, it doesn't matter if I take off my skirt myself." Wuwuyi stared at Lolos with dissatisfaction, "How can you still watch outside now? What's the right to say he is a hooligan?"

"Wuwuyi, I'm considering the tribe. You're just a woman... just a child. How many seedlings do we have to leave?"

"Then why don't you take them with you?" Wuwuyi pointed his hand angrily at the women and children hiding behind the front. "Aren't they the same women and children as me?"

"This is not possible! If a few people are still able to escape, if there are too many people, Aztlan will definitely divide his troops to catch up!"

While speaking, the form of the battlefield changed again - the two wings of the Aztlan army spared the main forces of both sides who were fighting and killed towards the elderly, weak, sick and cruel who remained behind the tribe!

"This group of despicable Aztlans!" Lolos' eyes suddenly turned red, "We have not retreated yet!"

"Lolos!" Wuwuyi stomped her feet anxiously, "Why don't you take me back to save people?"

Lolos gritted his teeth tightly, as if he was about to rush back to fight at any time. But he did not make any further moves.

"If we go back like this, it's hard to say whether we can save people. But we will most likely die."

After swallowing a few breaths, Lolos calmed down and squatted down and pressed Wuwuyi's shoulder seriously.

"Wuwuyi, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Fear." Wuwuyi said, gritting her teeth, "But if I run away like today, I'm worse than death!"

After a moment of froze, Lolos suddenly burst into laughter. Then, he stood up suddenly, raised the spear in his hand, and shouted to the two tribes on the left and right: "Follow me back! Fight with those despicable and shameless Aztlanders!"

"...Was that, is there a war ahead?"

A female voice that was extremely inconsistent with the atmosphere rang out at this moment. Lolos turned around and saw a woman walking towards this side. He was probably a blind man with a black cloth covering his eyes and his hands fumbled out of thin air in the air, stumbled every step he took.

But for some reason, the direction she was moving forward was facing Lolos and others.

Lolos didn't feel at the same time to pay attention to a blind man. He was about to leave her and run back, but he heard the woman say again:

"The child who led me ran away on his own, and I was a little confused. It was a child who ran very fast. Have you seen him? Also, is he fighting the Aztlands in front?"

When asked about Lolos, her head raised slightly like all blind people, staring at the void where nothing was left.

"It seems to be the family of that boy." Wuwuyi whispered, "Loros, that boy is helping us, we cannot leave her family here."

While speaking, the woman had already walked to Lolos. Her hair was bright red, her cheeks under the black eye mask were slightly red, and a decorative iron chain was tied to her tender white neck. The same iron chain was still tied to her wrist, waist, and thighs. Compared with the iron chains tied to her neck, the iron chains in other parts were not a circle, but drooped one by one, and each iron chain was tied to a small bell. As the girl's waist swinged, the bells jingled.

Such clothing was not exposed, but for some reason, it made Lolos feel a primitive and pure desire. He did not want to show his fear in front of Wuwuyi, so he hurriedly turned his head and replied: "Is it a child with a dagger? He rushed into the Aztland army."

"That's great, can you please bring me over?" said the girl. "I can't do a lot of things if the child is not here."

Lolos was anxious to go back to help his fellow tribes, but he was unwilling to talk more, so he said, "Catch our hands and run away next time, can you keep up?"

The woman nodded slightly and reached out to Lolos. But Lolos didn't dare to touch him at all. He gestured to Uwuyi to pull the woman, and he ran all the way to the tribe.

Because he pulled someone, Lolos ran far ahead of Wuwuyi. Seeing Wuwuyi falling behind, Lolos felt a little happy.

"Start up, don't let Wuwuyi follow you," said Lolos, "We will attack the enemy directly."

"What should I do?" asked the two tribes who followed. They knew that even if these three people joined the battle, the effect they could have was minimal.

"As long as it can cause panic, it will be successful!"

Thousands of Aztlan soldiers who had surrounded the two wings had begun to fight with dozens of men left by the chief. Lolos said nothing more and rushed in with the two behind him towards the side of the Aztlans!

"Go to die! Aztlan!"

Before he finished speaking, blood splattered Lolos's face with a "click". Lolos's body suddenly froze in place. He saw several tall and strong Aztlan soldiers turning to face him. Maquowit in one of the soldiers cut off his companion's head cleanly, and the obsidian saw blades inlaid on both sides were already covered in blood.

——The flanking attack of only three people cannot cause chaos to an army.

Anger was replaced by fear. Reason returned to Lolos's mind. He trembled and took a few steps back, suddenly turned his head and shouted at Wuwuyi who was running over:

"Run quickly-"

The Aztlan soldier stuck out his tongue and licked the blood that splashed at the corner of his mouth. The bloody smell made him excited. He signaled his companions to stay and stop moving. He smiled and raised the bloody Maquowit Saw Sword again, and chopped down at another tribe. He raised his hand and fell to the ground. The Aztlan soldier laughed loudly. The two heads in succession could not satisfy him. He smiled happily, and the terrible obsidian Saw Sword slashed straight towards Lolos!

Lolos helplessly raised the stone spear to block it. He was not inferior to the Aztlan soldier in terms of strength, and even better. However, the wooden spear body was cut by the heavy and sharp obsidian saw sword, and immediately a very bad "creak" sound. The Aztlan warrior took the sword back casually. Lolos seized the opportunity to stab the spear at the soldier. However, the stone spear tip encountered the cotton armor of the Aztlan soldier, and it was difficult to penetrate deeper. As the Aztlan warrior swung the saw sword for the second time, the entire stone spear was broken into two pieces.
Chapter completed!