Chapter 282: The Tribe Abandoned by God

Mofei, the chief of a powerful tribe in Africa, according to the calculation of the civilized world, he is thirty-five years old this year, just in his prime.

However, life in Africa is hard, and the life expectancy of ordinary indigenous people is not too long. People like big wizards in the clan who can enjoy the age of 60 are really small.

Mofei is very anxious. He doesn't care about the life and death of his two sons. He only cares. How many years can he fight for the tribe when he is old? He has such thoughts not because of his greatness and fraternity, but because of his contact with the civilized world, which has more or less infected the habits of outsiders.

He is a vain man. Indeed, he also has the ability to make him vain. The Momo people were originally just a small tribe, with less than 50 men, women, old and young people, but there was such a strong man as Mofei.

When Mofei was fifteen years old, he had already torn a leopard and became famous among the tribe, and his heart was very cruel. At that time, the chief of the Mo clan was his father. For the sake of the power in the tribe, he cut off his father's head with his own hands, and the extremely barbaric method occupied the tribe.

In the following 20 years, he took the original middle-aged people of the tribe to fight east and west, and seized a large area of land and population. Up to today, the Momo people have developed into a large tribe of 500 people, which is only 200 people away from the overlord Vasu.

"How about Mofei?" During the march, La'ang, the chief of the Lala ethnic group, asked that they had now seen the mouth of the Vasu valley.

"What is that? How can there be a piece of... something blocking it?"

The chief of the Decaca ethnic group looked at the things made of dozens of giant trees erected at the mouth of the valley, and there was no concept of "door" in the hearts of African indigenous people.

"It's a little weird." Mofei murmured, and the big wizard came up: "Chief, I think we'd better retreat. We can't win."

The great wizard didn't know what the military heart was, so he directly said the result of his calculation: "The Vasu people have the help of the devil. If we fight with them, it will only make us perish."

"Speak less nonsense."

Mofei snorted coldly, and the great wizard was surprised. In the land of Africa, who dares to be so unkind to a wizard like him?

"Two chiefs, let your people rush up first."

Mofei gave the order. The two chiefs were very simple in their minds. Similarly, there was no concept of "cannon fodder" in their hearts.

"Why don't you rush? Do you want to die?" Mofei took an iron knife and compared it with the two people.

The strength of Mofei and the strength of the Momo people have become famous in this area. The two chiefs did not dare to resist Mofei at all, so they had no choice but to call their own people to rush forward.

"Goo-goo..."

For a moment, the shouting of killing shocked the sky. The identity of those indigenous warriors was so low that they were not qualified to talk to the great wizard, and the great wizard disdained to contact these cheap ants, so they did not know the prophecy of the great wizard.

Fortunately, this is the military heart below, so the fierceness in the hearts of the indigenous people has been exerted and rushed forward with weapons.

In the valley, Lin Tianchu held a telescope in his hand and looked at the situation outside. The telescope was the old man's property. The old man said that he had come to Africa for an adventure this time. In fact, he just stained his face with gold. To put it bluntly, he was just traveling.

A man drove a jeep with a satellite phone, a lot of dry food and water, as well as shotguns, tents, and a small notebook with the phone numbers of the military headquarters around Cairo. Looking at his posture, where does it look like taking risks?

If he hadn't suddenly stopped his car by a tree to solve the problem, he wouldn't have been caught by more than a dozen indigenous people.

It is surprising that he, a brave man who dared to venture into the land of Africa alone, did not dare to resist those indigenous people, but he knew that he had a gun in his hand at that time. Without resistance, the indigenous people escorted him and asked him to drive the car back to the tribe.

Of course, it was also because of the car that these simple indigenous people thought that he had something to do with the gods and did not cook him.

"Savage and backward tribes." Lin Tianchu looked at the people outside and sneered.

In fact, this door is very simple, only about one meter high. It is not so much a door as a row of fences. This row of fences is tied in the air, at least half a meter from the ground. Such a facade can easily enter the valley no matter whether the enemy gets under or climbs over the fence.

In the current situation, the indigenous people are worried about how to disperse this fence. It is no different from this problem that an indigenous person is very distressed.

Valli never thought that such a pile of wood could resist hundreds of enemy troops. She felt that she could not accept it. Looking at Lin Tianchu's eyes had been a little more awe and worshipful from the beginning.

"Gulu!"

"Boom!"

Finally, the big fence across the enemy was knocked open, and the first to rush into the valley were thirty indigenous people with eight feathers in their heads and iron knives in their hands.

From these two days of observation, Lin Tianchu knew that the indigenous people who could put eight feathers in their heads must be the most elite soldiers in the tribe, and the 30 people in front of him were obviously the elites, because the weapons in their hands were too "high-end". If they were not elite soldiers, they would not be equipped at all.

"Ha ha, a small wooden door has already let you dispatched the most elite troops. It's meaningless at all." Lin Tianchu muttered to himself, and the old man slept around his neck. He felt that this guy was simply crazy.

Although the two armies have not officially met yet, it is certain that the battle will be very cruel, but Lin Tianchu, a man with the aura of the messenger on his head, has no feeling at all.

In fact, the old man knows that the scene in front of him, which is not enough for a thousand people, will not have an impact on Lin Tianchu at all. Eight hundred years ago, he had already faced the Mongolian army several times.

On combat power, on military discipline, on military power.

In front of us, the two indigenous armies believe that they can't even compare with the Mongolian women and children. In such a qualityless and connotationless battle, Lin Tianchu really won't be nervous.

"What's going on?" Mofei was also one of the 30 iron sword soldiers, and he could be said to be the strongest, so he rushed to the front.

When he rushed forward, he found that the other party was unmoved, and he was lined up in a square shape. Although he didn't understand, Mofei still instinctively felt inappropriate and slowed down by two points.

Lin Tianchu in the distance noticed that Mofei's speed was slowing down and thought to himself, "This guy is the only one who can think with his brain."

Sure enough, after Mofei deliberately slowed down, the indigenous people who didn't think about it, still rushed forward desperately, but they couldn't take two steps. They felt that the ground was soft, and then the seemingly thick ground actually collapsed with a "bang".

"Ah..."

There were bursts of panic screams, and then I saw blood splashing out of the deep pit. Mo Fei stepped forward and saw that the deep pit was actually full of sharp bamboo.

Mofei's heart ached for a while. The 30 strongest soldiers in his tribe actually died in this damn big pit before they even touched the enemy.

"Devil, he is the devil!" Mofei cursed in his heart.

"Gulu!"

At this time, the warriors of the Vasu clan roared, and the square type composed of 300 people began to move forward slowly. Mofei has fought a hundred times, big and small. It's not that he hasn't met a powerful enemy, but no matter how strong the previous enemies are, they have never given him such an extremely dangerous feeling at this moment.

Such a square type slowly pushed towards his side, and he actually felt a sense of killing. Lin Tianchu sneered in his heart, "Although I'm not a master of war, in the face of these indigenous people, such a simple phalanx is enough."

When thinking about it, I feel that Mofei is lucky. If it is not the indigenous people in front of us, but some soldiers with military discipline, such a murderous phalanx alone can already scare Mofei's group to the ground.

"Quality problem!" Lin Tianchu sighed.