Chapter 18 Don't leave a living

"Kill!" Under the order of Gu Xinghe, all the warriors, like a trend, suddenly ran towards the fallen warriors outside the cottage. A shameless and bloody killing began in the fire at night.

This is the late night in the tribal plain, which is the quiet time given by the gods to the human race, so any war between tribes will not be allowed, because in legend, it will anger the majesty of the gods, and the gods will bring disasters. But at this time, Gu Xinghe never regarded himself as a person on the tribal plain. He only did it according to his own heart. At this moment, he thought that night attack was the most likely way to get rid of the siege, so he immediately made up his mind. As for whether he would be punished by the gods afterwards, he did not take it seriously. In my heart.

Maybe the creator god of this tribe in the Great Plain is also the ancestor god of the Phoenix clan? The old man helped himself several times, but I don't think he will really punish himself!

But what he doesn't know is that the god of the ancestor has disappeared thousands of years ago and never seen it again. What is left in this world is just a few spiritual marks left by him! Besides, even if the god of creation can't punish him, he can still punish these warriors who fought with him.

"Silt, go!" Gu Xinghe held a long sword, rode on a tall mount, and cautiously issued orders. Although there has never been a battle at night among many tribes in the Great Plains, if the people of the Luoshan clan do not give up their vigilance, they will not only not defeat it, but will frighten the snakes. At that time, it could only end with the hatred of the warriors!

It's close! Closer!!!

Sure enough, everything was as expected by Gu Xinghe. The people of the Luoshan people were in a drowsy sleep, and the only night watchmen also surrounded the fire, yawning in a daze while keeping warm.

Everything is in the plan. Gu Xinghe held the sword in his hand and shook it gently. More than 3,000 warriors surrounded the Luoshan clan, forming a ten-sided encirclement. More than 5,000 warriors came here with Gu Xinghe. Just waiting for his order, they would kill crazily like lions. All the living things he can see.

"Archer, shoot!!!" Gu Xinghe calmly gave orders.

"Wo~! Whep~!" The soft sound one after another seemed so silent at night, but it took the lives of many fallen mountain warriors in an instant.

"shoot again!" Gu Xinghe raised his sword and waved it forward. He had to support the Luoshan people when they had not fully reacted and minimized their effective combat effectiveness, so as to maximize the effect of the night attack.

"Oh~! Wow~! duo~!!!" Countless arrows, with the help of the darkness of the night of the Great Plains, once again took away many lives before the Luoshan people fully woke up, but also made them completely wake up from their dreams, except those who had died in their sleep.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!!" Someone shouted loudly, and for a moment, the noisy sound quickly broke the tranquility of the night.

But Gu Xinghe still under his orders cold and bloody, the necessary victory and the minimum casualties made him unable to have a trace of pity for the enemy, only listening to his calm and calm orders again: "Shoo!!!"

This is the last wave of arrows in the hands of the archers of the Mu tribe, so we must give full play to its greatest advantage. When most of the surviving Luoshan warriors had just gathered and not yet stood still, under the order of the ancient Xinghe, countless bloodthirsty arrows flew to Shang again with the help of the hiding of the night. Unprepared mountain warriors.

"Oh~! Wow~! duo~!!!" This is the sound of countless fallen mountain warriors being stabbed through the armor and plunged into their bodies by vicious long arrows.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!" This is the sound of being injured or directly dying.

"It's the people of Mu's tribe!" Someone shouted that it was obvious that they had figured out where the enemy attack came from.

"If you launch a war at night, you will be punished by God!" There are old warriors shouting with hatred, and all the surviving fallen warriors are full of hatred and curses at this moment, just like him.

But the answer to the elderly warrior was the last arrow in this quiet night, which plunged into his head fiercely. He was unwilling, hated and regretful. In the end, he could only die helplessly, and then fell to the ground, and the blood instantly dyed the land under his feet red.

Gu Xinghe handed the long bow in his hand to the archers standing aside, and his cold voice resounded in the ears of the warriors of the Mu tribe: "After a while, listen to my orders and launch an attack, not to survive, just to kill and kill them all!"

"No!" The loud answer of Mu's tribal warriors made the Luoshan people who were trapped in heavy siege more desperate. Until now, they have not even lined up completely neatly, not to mention to find out how many enemies have come to attack. Everyone's heart is endless hesitation and despair.

"Kill!!!" Gu Xinghe pulled out his long sword, shook it to the sky, and shouted. Most of the warriors followed his voice and ran in the direction of the Luoshan people like a tide. Only nearly a thousand people remained to guard the periphery to prevent the escape of the Luoshan people.

This battle is bound to hang all the Luoshan people who came to attack, and no prisoner can be left behind. Otherwise, their campaign at night will soon spread among many tribes on the Great Plain. At that time, I'm afraid that Mu's tribe will no longer be able to maintain peace. Quiet!

"Kill! For the glory of our fallen mountain clan, I will fight with them!!!" Some people in the Luoshan clan have reacted, shouted loudly, and then raised their weapons one after another and rushed towards the attacking enemy.

After nearly a day and a night confrontation, the war between the Mu tribe and the Luoshan tribe finally reached the stage of military confrontation.

In contrast, although the warriors of the Mu tribe are much less than the Luoshan people, they have a natural advantage. They are energetic and commanding orderly. Everyone fully plays their due role in the battle, taking advantage of various advantages to kill the Luoshan warriors under their weapons. The warriors of the fallen mountain clan almost just woke up from their deep sleep. Some people have been attacked without even fully knowing what happened. They have been attacked without command or order. They are fighting against the invading enemy based on their own sense of survival.

The balance of the war tilted in the direction of the Mu tribe without suspense.

Gu Xinghe still stood high and calmly looked at the form of the field. Although he had the wisdom far beyond the primitive tribes, his physical injury had never completely healed, and the long-lost Yuanli had never returned bit by bit. Therefore, he could only stand on the periphery of this battlefield and quietly watch. The development situation of war.

"Kill! Let the shameless invaders pay for their stupid behavior!" This is the shouting of the warriors of the Mu tribe.

"For the glory of the fallen mountain clan, let our spear pierce the enemy's chest!" This is the mourning of the fallen warriors.

"Warriors, on behalf of the punishment of the gods, we will bring the punishment to these fallen mountain people who try to blasblasbrate the gods, and let the weapons in our hands wash away their grievances!" This is someone who deliberately shouted so loudly at the sign of the ancient Xinghe, trying to weaken their fighting consciousness with their fear of the gods.

This move really had the right effect. When more and more people shouted "representing the punishment of the gods", the resistance of the warriors of the Luoshan clan was greatly weakened. Although they still clenched the weapons in their hands, they were already trembling. Although they did not know where they offended the divine power, they remembered the daytime The black clouds, and the death of countless people for no reason, can't help but rise in their hearts. The fear in their hearts made them lose their courage for a long time.

But immediately, the warriors of the fallen mountain clan raised their spears and shouted angrily: "Shameless Mu tribe, you violate the will of the gods and send troops privately at night. The gods should punish you, not the fallen warriors and warriors of the mountains that we always respect the gods, raise your spears for the sake of the gods. The dignity will kill the enemy under our spear!!!"

The battle continued without suspense, but Gu Xinghe suddenly lost interest in continuing to watch, but as the commander-in-chief, he could never leave the battle. He had no choice but to stand there and wait quietly for the end of the war.

When the dawn came again, the war finally came to an end. Although the warriors of the Mu tribe occupied the right time and the right place, more than a thousand people still died, and the rest were almost injured. Although there were tens of thousands of warriors, nine out of ten died, and the remaining nearly 1,000 were also seriously injured and were escorted into the camp of the Ke tribe by the warriors of the Mu tribe.

When the morning sun rose, outside the camp of the Ke tribe, there were countless corpses and rivers flowing from blood, all of which showed that there had been a barbaric and bloody battle here.

For the surrendered prisoners, Gu Xinghe did not mercilessly detain them to wait for Mu's return before dealing with them, but ordered coldly: "Drag them out of the camp and kill them all without leaving any life."

"No!" The warriors took the frightened prisoners, walked out of the camp step by step, and then executed them all in the dazzling sunlight without leaving a single life.

The war is finally over at this moment!

But who is sure that it will not be attacked by other tribes in the remaining days?