Section 70

The remnant clouds were stained with a layer of crimson blood by the afterglow of the sunset. In addition to the noisy sound of vulture, only the low whine made by the bleak west wind swept across the plain, just like the heroic soul of the war dead unwilling to leave this last place of survival.

The broken gun was randomly inserted on the ground, and the body opened continuously. At a glance, there was no end. He lost his master's horse and hissed sadly in the sunset.

"The barbarians lost another battle." Two hooded windbreakers wrapped their whole bodies tightly, leaving only a pair of mysterious people whose eyes were exposed outside. While quickly crossing the battlefield, they whispered, "Have you noticed that these are all white-striped tiger people?"

Another slightly tall mysterious man nodded but didn't say anything.

His companions also didn't care and continued to say, "The general trend of this war is wild in the future. Such an important battle is only supported by the White-striped Tiger clan. The news of the division of the three clans should be true."

Another mysterious man said "um" and answered.

"We have to speed up. Before dark, we have to get to the settlement of the white-striped tiger clan." As he spoke, he reached out and pulled his companion, turning into a meteor and quickly disappeared into the battlefield.

White Tiger Tiger City.

Tiger City is located in the plain, with loess on all sides, and there is no danger to guard. When the city was built in the late period of the rule of the barbarian king, it attached great importance to the city's defense system. The 50-meter-high wall is made of black iron stone, a wild specialty. After years of testing, it still stands towering on the barbaric plain.

And after ten thousand years of transformation and expansion of the Tigers, Tiger City can accommodate one million permanent residents and station 100,000 troops in the city. This shows the scale of this city.

Because this place is already in the depths of the third layer of the wilderness, few outsiders have reached the sphere of influence of the Tiger City except for the White Tigers.

But at this time, the Tiger City is sounding a warning bell, and the suspension bridge has been pulled up. Although there is no river in the moat, the White Tigers have dug it into a cane 20 meters wide and 300 meters deep, firmly protecting the Tiger City. And the gate made of pure iron, which has not been closed for nearly a thousand years, is slowly closing.

At this time, it was completely dark, and it was time for a family reunion while having dinner and having fun with the family. However, on the wall of Tiger City, there are teams of tiger warriors lined up nervously.

In front of them is an ocean of torches.

Where it is within the reach of the naked eye, the torches are inserted all over every inch of the land, and countless flags make the sound of "hunting" against the night wind. Further away, several long torches without sight are coming to gather, which is large enough to make the stars in the sky fade.

Looking at the continuous accumulation of power on the opposite side, the patriarch of the white-striped tiger clan, Banzang, known as the "Tiger King", frowned. The enemy's speed has exceeded his expectations. Before most of the old and weak women and children in the city can move away, the enemy's main force has surrounded the Tiger City.

The torches inside and outside the city were not extinguished overnight.

In a tense atmosphere, the first dawn appeared on the horizon.

In the dim light, the night-sleep warrior on the wall of Tiger City suddenly got up from his sleepiness, and the uneasy ** suddenly passed on. Experienced team captains shouted sharply, "Quiet, stay close to your post, and don't talk!" In the captain's fierce shouts, the ** of the city head was suppressed.

At this time, the sun is like a surging tide, spreading over the wild land. The warriors' rival camp was suddenly covered, and suddenly, a piece of metal reflective guards on the head of the city couldn't even open their eyes.

At this moment, even the bravest barbarian warrior involuntarily took a breath of cold air, and several hundred captains whispered, "The barbarian king is on..."

There is a sea of spears under the city, and the tip of the spear reflects a dazzling light in the sun. One neat square array after another is endless, and the large number of front and rear squares are closely attached together. Flags flying above their heads can even cover the whole sky.

Faced with such a prosperous lineup, Banzang's face was as black as before the storm.

The elders and generals of the tiger clan surrounded him and prepared to accept the dispatch of the tiger king. But looking at the expressions on their faces, there is no hope of victory. Hanzang's favorite little son Leng Dayu sighed in his heart that the general is the soul of the army. Now that the war is coming, even the general is so pessimistic. What should ordinary warriors feel?

"Go down and get ready. The warriors can't do without the leadership of the chief." Hanzang waved his hand, and the crowd dispersed, completely without the order that the barbarians should have.

When everyone dispersed, Leng Da respectfully walked behind his father and asked in a low voice, "Dad, you haven't had breakfast yet. Do you want me to ask someone to bring it to you?"

Banzang turned around and looked at his calm little son, and his satisfied look drove away the gloom on his face. He said, "Cengda, do you blame Dad?"

Lengda lowered his head and whispered, "Dad, Lengda's life is given by you. What reason is Lengda to blame his father?"

Banzang gently patted his son on the shoulder: "If Dad had listened to your opinion, 30,000 warriors of our clan would not have died in vain two days ago. Although those generals and elders don't say anything, they are thinking about driving Dad from the position of patriarch.

"Dad, death in battle is the glory of our warriors. Their blood and lives will not be sacrificed in vain. One day, we will trample the city of aliens with sword and fire to pay tribute to the spirits of the warriors. The elders believe that Dad has this ability. And at this time, the soldiers were under the city, and Dad was responsible for commanding the overall situation. In such a large-scale battle, besides Dad, who has the ability and prestige to mobilize the whole clan to resist alien aggression? Generals and elders still know that the overall situation is the most important thing. Lengda said as he lowered his head and almost pressed it into his chest.

Hanzo shook his head gently. My youngest son is cautious and never quarrels with anyone. The heroic spirit of the tiger clan can't find a trace on him. But strangely, he is very respected among the clan. No one will deliberately provoke him. Even the most naughty guy in the clan will be polite to him when he sees him. Wherever he walked, the people smiled kindly at him, as if his son was the first sunshine after the winter wind and snow, which gave people warmth and was praised without hesitation.

I once thought about leaving the position of patriarch to him, but he vowed first that he would not sit in the position of patriarch for life, otherwise ten thousand swords pierce the heart, and after death, the soul will not be separated from the body, and immortality will never be surpassed. This is the most vicious oath for barbarians, and no one has ever dared to break this oath.

He is his favorite son. Of course, he didn't want him to be an accident, so he had no intention of passing the throne to him and identified his eldest son as the next heir. However, two days ago, the eldest son died in that nightmare-like place to cover the retreat of his warriors.

When he died, he was like a warrior. The guard was exhausted, and there were only two cronies left beside him, but he still jumped straight into the enemy's army and killed five enemies with his own hands. Then, it was cut into meat mud by the sea of swords that fell from all directions.

Hearing such bad news, the Tiger King was not too sad. Strangely, there was no fluctuation in his heart, as if the dead man was not his own son, but an irrelevant person. Leng Da explained: "When the sadness reaches the extreme, people's hearts will be like dead and will not fluctuate again."

"Dad, the other two races will not sit back and watch us be destroyed by the alien race. As long as we can stick to it, at least 15 days or a month, reinforcements will definitely arrive. Banzang was surprised to find that his little son suddenly raised his head, and the shining light in his eyes made him a little unable to open his eyes.

The morning sun completely jumped out of the horizon and slowly rose to the sky.

When the sun comes out, the battle should begin, but in the rising sun, the soldiers on the opposite side are like wood carvings and earth sculptures, motionless. Until the sun slowly rose to the middle, the enemy on the opposite side still maintained a neat phalanx, motionless, with no intention of attacking or collecting troops. In this way, the warriors on the wall began to be suspicious: "Why haven't they attacked yet? How long are they going to stand?

Just as people's hearts were floating on the wall, a sharp-eyed young tiger warrior pointed to the distant sky: "Look, what is that?"

The wall guard looked in the direction he pointed, but saw a group of small black spots at the end of the sky. And this group of small black dots quickly enlarged in the sight. Soon, a captain suddenly turned around, woke up a dazed soldier beside him, and ordered loudly: "The alien practitioner is coming, bow and arrow ready!!"

With the captain's call, there was a sudden drum on the opposite side, and the spears on the opposite side were flat and stepped forward together. The earth began to tremble gently, and the spirit of killing was preocating, which suppressed the hearts of the people on the wall. Many young warriors were still temporarily drafted into the army. Although there was a strong momentum in the blood of the barbarians, facing such great pressure for the first time still left a lot of panic on the young people's faces.

"Hear your post and prepare to meet the enemy!" The messengers ran back and forth in the city, and the captains shouted at the warriors under their hands. The machete came out of the body, and the archers had put the arrow on the bow string, pointing to the ground with the tip of the arrow, waiting for the immediate officer's order.