When the Maori tried to return to the grassland from the gap between the two Gaogangs, they found that it had been occupied by ten outer islanders with armor and iron weapons. There were hundreds of Moriori people holding simple wooden spears and trembling.

The attacks of thousands of Maori people just now did not have any effect on Lin Tao and more than a dozen people, not to mention that the Maori people who are now scattered are facing the ten energetic Liang Kingdom sailors, and the hundreds of Moriori people who have no combat power but can at least make up for the numbers.

The scattered Maori people attacked the defense line blocked at the gap several times, but failed, leaving only more than a hundred corpses. Now there are only more than 300 survivors left in more than a thousand Maori people. Suddenly, they found that the three people riding the "monsters" were coming again.

They were extremely afraid of them, and at this time they were completely broken, and they ran towards the forest of Gaogang in panic. A Maori man was running around in the bushes on Gaogang, trying to find a way out. Suddenly, he felt his feet empty and his whole body fell down, and then he felt a burst of pain from the soles of his feet.

He looked down and saw that he had fallen into a pit, with the bottom of the pit covered with a kind of sharp thorns made of hardwood. His naked feet had been pierced by the spikes. These traps were temporarily dug by Lin Tao and others.

Just as he was about to climb out of the trap with difficulty, eight or nine sharpened wooden sticks were stabbed at him. He endured the severe pain and blocked left and right, frightened the Moriori people. Finally, with a muffled sound, a pointed wooden stick penetrated into his eye sockets.

The Maori wailed shrillly, grabbed the wooden stick that was inserted into his eye socket and tried to pull it out. The Moriori, who was holding the wooden stick, was so scared that he threw the wooden stick away and took a few steps back. But at the same time, two pointed wooden sticks pierced the Maori's body. He stopped making a sound and poured his body into the pit.

Hundreds of Moriori people lurked on Gaogang, hunting down Maori people who were scattered into it. Lin Tao and others took a short rest, and rushed into Gaogang's mountains and forests with weapons to snipe these Maori people.

Seven or eight Moriori people holding pointed wooden sticks surrounded a Maori leader holding a shark-toothed wooden knife. This person is also a famous samurai in the Maori tribe. Although he was in a state of dismay at this time, he still retained his basic combat power.

The Maori swayed, avoiding the stabbing of several pointed wooden sticks. The shark-toothed knife in his hand drew an arc and instantly cut off the trachea of ​​a Moriori. The Moriori covered his neck, which was constantly gushing out of blood, and threw himself to the ground.

Seeing this, the other Moriori people were suddenly disintegrated and they ran backwards. This restored the confidence of the Maori samurai. They waved the shark-toothed wooden knife and chased and slashed two Moriori people in a row.

Just as he was about to kill the third Moriori, a heavy arrow shot through his head, causing him to fall heavily to the ground. After the fleeing Moriori found that he fell to the ground, they came over carefully with a pointed wooden stick. After confirming that he could not get up, the stick poked at the Maori like a storm, and in the blink of an eye it poked the man into meat sauce.

When the sun was about to set, the Maori people who rushed into Gaogang on both sides were almost wiped out, and dozens of Maori people were captured alive.

Lin Tao estimated that there were no more than ten Maori people who fled into the mountains and forests. They were unlikely to pose a threat to the Moriori people again. Because Lin Tao planned to conduct certain military training on the Moriori people in the next few days, and in this battle, the Moriori people had seen blood and killed people, so they would not be as cowardly as before.

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At dawn the next day, the Maori chief of Samoa was still asleep. In his dream, he saw several sons, including Kupu, standing in front of him with blood. He asked what had happened. The sons were silent, and then fell straight in front of him one by one, and then he realized that they had become corpses.

The chief shouted in fear and woke up from the nightmare. He sat up from the straw mat in cold sweat, gasping for breath. He found that it was just a nightmare, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked outside the shack again, and the sky was already turning white, and he quickly called several personal guards over and asked, "Have you returned from the battle situation ahead? Have the Moriori killed all?"

When he learned that the battle had not returned, he said suspiciously: "No, it should be. It is logical that everything should be over before dark yesterday."

A personal soldier next to him comforted him and said, "Class leader, don't worry, the Moriori people are all a group of lizards that have no teeth and are slaughtered. What danger can so many of us have? The battle must have ended yesterday, but it was dark, and the soldiers who sent the message lost their direction. I believe that after another visit, good news will come!"

When the chief heard this, he thought to himself that he had seen the Moriori people, and no matter how many sardines there were, they could pose any threat to the big sharks.

At this time, he suddenly heard a dull sound of thunder, and then heard the shrill wailing of his tribe members. He quickly climbed out of the shack to check. He found a hut with raging flames, and several firemen ran around shouting and shouting, while the rest were avoiding each other.

Immediately afterwards, he saw another unbelievable scene. A fireball hit like a meteor, and flames surged into the sky at the landing.

He immediately remembered the legend of his ancestors and muttered, "Sky Fire, this must be the legendary Tianhuo!" The heavenly fire he mentioned was actually the meteorite phenomenon legendary from his ancestors. But he felt that this was a little different from the heavenly fire described in the legend.

At this moment, he heard another strange sound. The guard next to him shouted in horror: "Class leader, look!" He looked in the sound and found three monsters flying with four legs galloping towards them. The monsters were still covered with human creatures, and people were riding on their backs.

Before the chief could wake up in amazement, the three heavy cavalry of Liang Kingdom rushed into the camp, and there was another bloody storm. After the heavy cavalry, Lin Tao led nearly thirty infantrymen to come over.

The chief's eyes suddenly opened as big as a copper bell. He did not want to dance the Maori battle dance, but he found that the heads of his sons were tied to the chest of the three giant horses. The chief roared wildly, holding a wooden gun in his hand and was about to fight to the death with the other party.

His wooden gun was pierced on the vest at a deviated angle and was immediately bounced away by a huge reaction force. Then a white light flashed past his neck, and his head fell to the ground in an instant.

Lin Tao and more than 30 others were like cutting tofu in the more than 100 Maori warriors guarding here, killing them all in less than half a stick of incense.

Most of the remaining Maori people were women and children, and they were already scared and knelt down and begged for mercy. Lin Tao ordered the sailors to tie them up and guard them. At this time, Lin Tao discovered the canoe they parked on the beach by the sea, a large number of canoes...
Chapter completed!