The gunshot was an order. After the deafening gunshot, countless Tang imperial guards jumped out of the dense forest, with their left hand knife and right pistol, slaughtering all moving creatures in front of them.

Yes, it’s just massacre! In the eyes of the Tang people, there is no difference between those incommunicable natives and monkeys.

Moreover, in the current environment, if you don’t kill him, he will kill you. There is no mercy at all. If you don’t want to die, you can only let go and kill.

The revolver that can be fired continuously and loaded quickly played a big role in this massacre. The monkeys that were attacked had no resistance at all. Often, as soon as they emerged, they were shot from somewhere and exploded their heads by bullets shot from somewhere.

Another point is that the natives on the island are very superstitious. Seeing the flames flashing in the Tang army's hands, and then a loud noise, someone died. Most of the natives instantly lost the will to fight, threw away everything in their hands and began to flee.

These enemies are all heavenly soldiers, gods and immortals, and they are invincible existences. This is the only impression of the Tang Dynasty imperial guards in the hearts of the indigenous people.

The prophet, the clan leader and the clan elders were all confused. They did not expect the Tang army to come so quickly, and the resistance in their own clan was useless to them and had no effect at all. They had collapsed as soon as they came into contact.

Only the young clan leader just now, perhaps because the fairy grass had sucked too much, actually picked up a wooden bow placed in the corner, howled and rushed out, and opened the bow and shot the arrow smoothly, but the arrow flew out and inserted it directly into the chest of an indigenous person. Then he saw that the guy fell down without even snorting.

However, the young clan leader had only the only attack. Before he could get his second arrow, a bullet that flew from somewhere had pried open his head. In an instant, the white brain and red blood burst everywhere.

The sound of killing outside was shocking, and the only decent room in the tribe was terrifyingly quiet. The young clan leader died, but no one took a look. The clan leader had several children, and the death was only older. He did not lack heirs, so there was no need to go out to take revenge at this time.

...

The gunshots of ping-pong quickly became sparse, and after a moment, the outside became completely quiet.

Just as the prophet of the tribe was about to go out and take a look, a tall figure walked in from outside, covered in pitch-black armor, his face covered with green tree sap, and he was holding a Tang Dynasty sword that made countless people tremble.

"Do you know how to speak the official language of the Tang Dynasty?" After the figure came in, he didn't say anything nonsense at all, and he didn't even see how many people were in the room clearly, so he asked coldly.

"I, I can do some!" The prophet was a prophet, and stammered. Although it was not standard, it could at least communicate.

"It's good to speak humanly, come out with me!" The tall figure nodded, turned around and left.

The prophet glanced at the clan leader, then looked at the elders in the clan, and then sighed and walked out with the figure.

When he got outside and saw the scene outside, the prophet immediately took a breath of air conditioning.

I saw the corpses of the tribesmen everywhere, and blood almost flowed into a stream. Some tribesmen who were not dead were struggling hard, but in the end they could not escape the sharp sword.

A tribe of two thousand people was almost slaughtered in the blink of an eye. Only two or three hundred people were alive, and they were all injured, but these injuries did not affect their actions.

On the other hand, many imperial guards in the Tang Dynasty also took their lives in this operation.

Because all the indigenous weapons were poisonous, as long as they were injured by their weapons, they would be basically out of help. The poison would flow rapidly with blood, and the injured person would lose consciousness and then slowly stop breathing.

These damn natives did not have the technology to smelte, and all their weapons were made of wood or bone. In order to improve the lethality of these weapons, they thought of using poison.

Of course, this was not prepared for the Tang army, but for their daily hunting. The Tang army just happened to be the best.

"I have thirty-two brothers dead. What should you do?" When the prophet was about to be shocked by what he saw, the tall man had already put the knife on his neck and asked coldly.

The prophet thought that the knife would slash his throat, but after waiting for a while, he found that the man did not really want to kill him. Then he let out a long sigh and stammered in a trembling voice, "Dear Tang generals, the clan members are ignorant, and they do not know the power of the heavenly soldiers. They have never seen outsiders for thousands of years..."

"Fuck, I have never seen an outsider. Who did you learn your Tang Dynasty's official language from?" The man obviously felt that the prophet was lying to him, and the knife in his hand couldn't help but tighten.

"I, I am a prophet in the tribe. I learned my official words from my father, and my father learned them from his father." The prophet only felt a stinging pain in his neck, knowing that it was the feeling that the blade cut through the skin, and hurriedly said.

The knife on his neck loosened, and the man's voice came from the prophet's ears, "Hmph, Prophet, it seems that I have really caught a big man."

"I dare not, I dare not!" Hearing the mockery in the man's tone, the prophet quickly shook his head.

However, the man obviously did not want to listen to the so-called prophet's explanation. Without thinking, he said, "Why did he attack the fleet yesterday?"

"This is all a misunderstanding. Everything is a misunderstanding. It is because the tribe members have never seen everything outside, so they spontaneously launch an attack when they see the fleet. The villain just received the news and was about to take people to apologize, but unexpectedly the general came." The prophet stuttered in Chinese that he was not very familiar with, and while he was talking, he also observed the face of the tall man.

There are inconsistent elements in the prophet's words. First of all, he said that his official words were learned from his father, and there were more to them.

However, the tall man didn't seem to want to be too entangled on this issue. He just looked at him coldly, and after a while he spoke, "I guess those who were with you just now are not ordinary people, right? Call them out and go with me."

"Yes, yes, please wait!" The prophet agreed repeatedly, ran back to the house quickly. He took the others out of it without any hesitation, and introduced to the tall man, "Dear General, this is our patriarch, these..."

The tall man curled his lips and interrupted the prophet's words, "I don't care who is the clan leader. Now I'm going to meet someone with me. You'd better be honest on the way, otherwise don't blame me for turning against me!"

This chapter ends
Chapter completed!