While Hua Xi was analyzing the situation in front of him, Zawa saw Hua Xi silently, without any fear and confusion on his face, and ignored his shouting. Zawa felt that his authority seemed to be despised by the other party. He immediately turned around and shouted to the tribesmen behind him: "Warriors of the Yao tribe, grab it for me! What is the Chinese tribe? When we reach the territory of our Yao tribe, we still have to lie down and sing conquest for me! Damn!" (Uh, singing conquest is purely for the sake of making a fuss, the primitive people don't know these things) The tribesmen on Zawa had long been unable to hold back. When he heard the leader shouting, he immediately grabbed the wooden stick, stone axe, and a small number of copper swords among them rushed towards Hua Xi.

While the She people saw the Yao people taking action, they were even more arrogant. Gaisang also greeted behind him and rushed over with his tribe members.

There were not many Chinese defenders guarding the camp, only about 200 people, the rest of the infantry and cavalry were stationed in the camp not far away. At this moment, facing four or five hundred people, the situation must be serious.

Hua Xi's eyes chilled and he shouted: "You are seeking death, let me know!"

Hua Xi made a gesture, and more than 200 Chinese warriors who were ready to go behind him, instantly formed a tight defensive formation amid the call of their respective team leaders, and wrapped the clan leader and elders in the center. If they wanted to hurt Hua Xi and others, they had to rush through layers of defense circles. This defensive formation has been practiced countless times in normal times. This time, there is no doubt that a touchstone-like test they practiced hard. No Chinese soldier had a trace of fear of the barbarians who rushed over. On the contrary, there was only excitement and anger. The other party's contempt and ridicule. Only with blood can they wash away their proud souls.

Hua Xijing stood in the protection circle and watched the battle situation. He did not hold a weapon in his hand. The super-era weapon Park Knife was still carried by him behind him. Next to him were several personal guards with bodies and physiques that were much more powerful than other soldiers. A heavy bronze sword and a large Teng Shield. The elder Hua Feng, who was guarding him in a solemn manner, kept shouting different commands to adjust the formation and assisting defense.

"Kill them, cut these puppies, and the captives and the bronze swords in their hands are all ours!"

"kill……"

The Yao barbarians who rushed on the front line shouted wildly, their pupils were sometimes big and sometimes small, as if the copper swords in front of them were shining brightly in the sun, they would be in their hands in the next moment. They had forgotten that they were here to grab prisoners and spoils. The endless desire made them lose their minds. They had psychologically regarded the people of the Chinese tribe as stepping stones for themselves to obtain powerful weapons.

Bang bang...sharp......

The first wave of physical contact and collision made a dull and powerful collision sound leaning against the strong Teng Shield and the dense formations. The Yao race's charge only caused the dense formation to be inward for a few times, and then the Chinese soldiers holding the bronze sword and the bronze sword went crazy and used the sharp weapon in their hands to cut through the gaps of the formation. The gap between Teng Shield was slashed fiercely.

The Yao warrior who was still shouting for killing suddenly turned the shouting and screaming into a wail. The spearman behind the sword and shield hand didn't see if there was anyone outside the defense circle, so he directly installed a sharp bronze spear on his hand, held the spear and rushed out the defense circle (please don't think of those dirty scenes, readers!) As soon as a soldier who was hit by the other party was injured, he was immediately helped to repair the tribe behind him.

The wailing and screaming in front did not stop the Yao warriors who were rushing over behind. They believed that the people who made these pleasant screams must be the people of the Chinese tribe. At this moment, their tribe members were feasting on them, so the steps at the feet of each warrior who rushed over from behind were a little faster than before. It can be described as the limit to everyone who was afraid that they would run slower, and those bronze weapons were snatched away by others.

Unfortunately, people are always covered by a small piece of cake in front of them, and they cannot see the huge and obvious danger. Everyone knows the benefits of bronze weapons that are more powerful than the usual copper swords and swords, but forgets that since the risks are, the corresponding danger will naturally increase.

Relying on the dense formation, the loose Yao people wanted to use wooden sticks and stone axes to break Hua Xi's defensive formation with the advantage of being crowded!

The barbarians rushed over like a tide, and the soldiers rushing in front also fell down, moaning, screaming, and wailing mixed with the bloody smell. The cruel and bloody situation made everyone in the onlookers feel shocked and incredible. If the people of the Wind Clan saw this scene, they would probably be shocked and laughed happily.

In the fight between provocative barbarians, casualties on the Chinese tribe also began to rise. The fallen soldiers not only consumed the overall number of people, but also under the fierce and rapid impact, the rapid consumption of strength also caused the will of the tribe members to suffer.

Zawa, the leader of the Yao tribe who was supervising the battle behind him, also saw that the people on his side had lost Zawa, he didn't expect that the Chinese tribe's people were so fierce. He was shocked and took a few steps back involuntarily, shouting loudly: "Go to the end, you can't let them go no matter what!"

The Yao soldiers rushed forward desperately, and they were about to tear apart the defensive formation of the Chinese tribe when they died. This is not only the face of the patriarch, but also the face of the entire Yao tribe. If so many people cannot defeat the strange formation formed by the Chinese, then the Yao tribe will not have the shame to keep going in this area. Those small tribes that are usually trampled by them and obediently obey themselves may not be able to do anything to them in the future.

Witnessing the amazing combat power of the Chinese tribe, the She tribe leader began to regret his recklessness. He should not believe Zawa's confusion to offend the Chinese tribe. Regardless of whether he successfully killed Hua Xi and other Chinese people this time, the tribe's salt supply was probably a big problem. When he hesitated, Gaisang saw dozens of Yao warriors being stabbed into his body by dozens of hairs that suddenly flashed from under the Teng Shield. At the moment the spear was pulled out, the dozens of Yao warriors sprayed a large rain of blood and fell down decadently. Not long after they fell down, the tribe behind stepped on them and repeated the actions of the dead tribe before.

Sweat continues to seep out of Gaisan's sweat pores, and the size of beans dripping sweat dripped along the cheeks on the ground covered with footprints.

"Retreat, stop me!" Gaisang is a scoundrel, bullying the weak and fearing the tough are scoundrels. The various situations in front of him show that his people will rush forward. Even if they can kill all the Chinese, they probably have few left. Now, they may be able to recover the broken relationship.

"What? Damn Gaisan, what the hell are you talking about?" Suddenly, she found that the She people who were charging stopped charging under Gaisan's repeated roars. They all stood there and looked at Gaisanzava and burst into anger. They asked in a furious voice.

"Zawa, you have also seen that the strange tactics placed by the Chinese, combined with those sharp weapons, have already killed many of us. If we continue to attack the barbarians, it will be of no benefit to both sides, why not stop?" Gaisang said with a righteous look on his face and explained openly.

"You! You! You..." Zawa said three words in a row that you couldn't say anything you wanted to scold, and stood there in a daze.

The people behind did not rush up again, and the Yao soldiers running in front would not be so stupid that they continued to rush up and fight, and retreated one after another.

"Reject" Huafeng shouted, and the formation changed. The defensive formation formed by the tight Teng Shield immediately became a semi-circular tight formation. The swords and swords were exposed in unison before the Teng Shield, stacked and interlaced. Under the sunlight, blood-red light radiated from the blade covered with red and black blood. The breath of death was no longer aware of the combat effectiveness of the Chinese. Any creature that rushed to this human-shaped meat grinder would be mercilessly crushed. Only the tribe blessed by the gods had such terrifying combat power.

The hundreds of people who were clamoring and clamoring on the side, fearing that the world would be in chaos, watched the fun. People from other tribes were silent in an instant, and their mouths were opened and closed, and their backs were filled with cold air. The scorching sun did not give them a trace of warmth.

The leader of the Yao tribe Zawa had not yet come back to his senses from the anger and horror just now, and hesitated. He did not dare to order the tribe members to step forward easily and start to slowly break off contact with each other in a tacit understanding.

After a moment of contact, more than 100 casualties were caused by more than 30 Yao people, and more than 100 seriously injured and more than 100 Chinese tribes benefited from the defense of the formation and the mutual cover between soldiers. Seven people were killed. The rest of the She people were slightly injured. Except for the dozens of tribes who rushed faster at the beginning, the rest were intact.

Zhava looked as if he was ashen, and he lost more than 30 tribesmen for a while. Zhava was so angry that he couldn't make a sound of more than 200 Yao soldiers who were surrounded by him could not bring him a sense of security at all.

Hoh...hoh...hoh...

Three rapid roars in succession, under the command of the captain of their respective teams, the soldiers of the Chinese tribe beat the Teng Shield on their left hand rhythmically with bronze swords, making a series of thumping and thumping sounds, which were so imposing. Everyone present dared not make any sound anymore. Everyone silently stared at the group of blood-stained Chinese next to the gate of the camp. Everyone admitted one thing in their hearts: Chinese, good man.
Chapter completed!