Chapter 283: The Abandoned Tribe

The square formation is very loose. If it is placed in the ancient battlefield of China, it is believed that such a loose formation can't even be used for consumption.

The sparse formation, each warrior is either separated by a distance of one or two people, or close to each other. In fact, strictly speaking, this formation is just a square shape. If you really want to judge, this is a strange multilateral type.

Mo Fei gritted his teeth and shouted, "Warriors of the two clans, go!"

As soon as this was said, the soldiers of the other two clans ignored whether it was the chief of their own clan and caught up with a simple weapon in their hands.

If you really want to calculate carefully, Mofei is the first warrior of this land. The indigenous people's worship of the strong makes them unable to raise the idea of opposing Mofei.

"Goo!"

On this side, a Wasu indigenous man with eight feathers in his head shouted. The indigenous movement in the square was a little slow, but it still dispersed when the enemy rushed.

It took about half a minute to change the battle array on the Vasu side from a phalanx to a wide-wing array. The two wings were wide open, and the more than ten or twenty indigenous people in the center were holding simple wooden bows, and their bamboo arrows were lit.

Lin Tianchu looked at the enemy rushing forward coldly. When the enemy ran more than 30 meters, Lin Tianchu suddenly shouted, "Lay."

As soon as these words came out, more than a dozen indigenous people in the middle of the wing array shook their bodies. They remembered that the messengers of the gods told themselves and others that they didn't need to pay attention to what this divine language meant. As soon as they heard this, they would immediately pull their bows and shoot arrows.

More than a dozen indigenous people were nervous and fired arrows in more than a dozen different directions. Their bamboo arrows were not heavy, and it was a joke to shoot the enemy at a distance of about 100 meters.

However, when the bamboo arrows fell to the ground, the ground was on fire, and the fire quickly spread. For a moment, the flame surrounded at least more than a hundred indigenous people of the two tribes.

"Messenger God, is this your mana?" Valli asked with fear.

Lin Tianchu did not answer, just because the old man was stunned and did not translate Valli's words at the first time, and his silence turned into a cold and ruthlessness in Valli's eyes.

If you use the words of the civilized world to open up Lin Tianchu, there is only one word, that is: cool.

It's so cool.

Looking at Lin Tianchu, Wa Wali's heart couldn't help jumping up. Lin Tianchu didn't know what the most noble female chief in the tribe was thinking. He just looked at the front coldly and felt that the results were too satisfactory.

When Lin Tianchu was training, he accidentally found a large amount of gasoline in the warehouse of the Vasu people. Presumably, the gasoline was regarded as a drink by the students of the Vasu people, so it was piled up in the warehouse where food was stored.

As soon as Lin Tianchu saw the gasoline, he immediately used it and laid down the current flame array. In the field, the soldiers of the two clans kept shouting, and the hot flame burned their skin, immediately burned their hair, and then began to slowly burn their bodies.

The pain made them keep rolling on the ground and rolling a few times. The flames on their bodies were extinguished, but the scene was full of fire. Not long after the flames on their bodies were extinguished, and the fire around them lit their bodies again.

"Ah!!!!"

A loud scream sounded from the circle of fire. Mofei stood outside the circle of fire and did not dare to move forward at all, and the chiefs of the two races were even more anxious.

Although they are simple, they also know that it is the fighting power of their own tribes. The survival method in African forests is very simple. The strong survives and the weak perishes.

If the combat power of the two races is exhausted, then they are not far from extinction. Mofei didn't know what he was thinking. Unexpectedly, he was no longer in a hurry, and a cold smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

When the two chiefs saw it, they suddenly felt a chill. Before they came to their senses, they found that a strong palm caught them.

Turning his head and looking, it was Mofei who caught the two of them. He actually threw the two of them into the circle of fire.

"Idiot!" Lin Tianchu looked at it from afar and scolded in his heart, "This guy has a brain. He knows that war is not only used to consume the enemy's combat power, but also to consume the strength of those restless allies, but he obviously doesn't know the situation, otherwise..."

Just before Lin Tianchu finished speaking, the remaining Momo indigenous people behind suddenly shouted, and then an old man came forward with a bone stick. Behind him were two strong indigenous people. The two strong indigenous people were holding a thing wrapped in tiger skin in their hands, very respectful.

As the old man moved forward, he danced and muttered words. He didn't know if there was a thin bag sewn in his sleeve. As long as he took a step forward, he waved his hand, and then a handful of fine sand waved out of his sleeve.

"Big...Big Wizard?" Wawali saw the old man and blurted out, with more panic in her eyes.

Lin Tianchu looked at it from afar. He also wanted to see what was wrapped in tiger skin. As soon as the thing wrapped in tiger skin appeared, Mofei became domineering, and the indigenous people in the Momo clan who had been facing death also shouted excitedly as if they suddenly saw hope.

And most importantly, although Lin Tianchu's cultivation was temporarily lost, he still felt that it was still there. He did not feel the danger of what was wrapped in tiger skin.

Subconsciously holding the old man's shotgun, as soon as Wally saw Lin Tianchu's happy "scepter", she immediately took a few indigenous people with a little identity and took two steps back and knelt down respectfully.

Finally, the great wizard came to Mofei. Lin Tianchu didn't know why he subconsciously stepped forward. Wawari and other people were shocked, but they didn't dare to keep up.

Finally, when Lin Tianchu and Mofei were separated by fire, the great wizard asked the two indigenous people to give the thing to Mofei. Mofei respectfully took it, and then pulled away the tiger's skin, and an AK47 was exposed.

Mofei held a gun in his hand and said to the enemy in front of the fire, "Devil, you are dead. As long as this artifact is powerful, the whole Vasu people will perish."

Mofei was obviously a mistake. He thought that the power of a shot was enough to destroy everything here. Close your eyes, hold the gun, press the board with your fingers, and recall it carefully.

"Yes, when the artifact was snatched from the devil that day, the devil used it like this." Mofei thought, "The devil can also kill one of us soldiers at a time, so we, the people of the gods, must be more powerful when using this artifact. Yes, it must be."

At the same time, Lin Tianchu also held a gun, and he was also puzzled why the AK47 held in Mofei's hand was not murderous at all.

It's not that he hasn't seen a gun. On the contrary, there are many gun masters in him, such as hungry tigers, thin monkeys, monkey dogs, and Xuanyuan Ruonan. If you calculate carefully, the 310 African soldiers are also good at using guns. He doesn't feel the murderous spirit emitted by the gun itself. Now he can't feel the murderous spirit, and he can't help but feel it. Strange.

"Die, devil." Mo Fei shouted, and the board machine buckled.

All the indigenous people of the Momo people hold their breath. Whether outside or inside the circle of fire, they expect this artifact to bring them the final victory. Of course, they regarded the gun in Lin Tianchu's hand as the devil's weapon. How could the devil defeat the god?

However, they waited for a long time and never got the power of the killer. The evil devil was still standing opposite the circle of fire, holding his devil's weapon.

Uh... the devil laughed.

Yes, Lin Tianchu really smiled. He thought this Mofei was very funny. He actually pointed a bulletless gun at himself, trying to change the situation with an empty gun.

Lin Tianchu smiled arrogantly and made people's hands cold, but Mo Fei was stunned. An idea that made people feel sad rose in his heart: "Has the gods abandoned us?"

"Bang!"

A violent sound accompanied by Lin Tianchu's wild laughter, and then a little spark emitted dazzling sparks in the daytime. Although it was only a little short, and it faded in an instant, the spark exuded a strong murderous atmosphere, which made people feel thrilling.

Mofei felt a murderous atmosphere. For the first time, he felt so weak after years of war. He wanted to escape, but there was a voice in his mind telling him, "Give up, you can't escape."

"Wow!" A wind sounded, and Mofei saw a fiery red warhead shooting directly at him. He was so scared that his eyes were wide open, and then he felt his forehead hot and wet, as if something was flowing down.

Then, he felt the boundless pain and fell to the ground and died directly. The death of Mofei proved that the Mamo clan was over, and the fire in the center also began to weaken. Lin Tianchu waved his hand, and an indigenous man next to the drum behind him immediately beat the drum, and the wings suddenly launched.

"Goo!"

The indigenous people of the Vasu people are like crazy tigers, rushing to the rest of the enemy like a tide.