Vol 2 Chapter 148: -Must live

Just as Ji Zei squeezed his fist and said this sentence, he was abruptly, and the mountain in the distance yelled: "Warrior Sir, be careful!"
Ji thief was taken aback, turned his head and looked at Tushan in astonishment.
I saw that the earth mountain, like a half iron tower, rushed forward, leaping up suddenly when it was still a long way away from the thief, and then hugged the thief’s waist like an out-of-the-bore cannonball. Falling to the ground, the two rolled for more than ten times before stopping.
Puff puff.
Covered in mud, Ji Thief pushed away Tushan angrily: "What are you doing!"
Before Tushan had time to speak, there was a roar in the air, and the Sabretooth tiger roared and flew to the side.
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud thump, and the ground was directly hit into a huge pit.
A huge boulder fell on the place where Ji Zei stood just now.
Whether it was the Black Mountain people who were chasing or the Frost Valley people who were pulling the front line, they were all stunned by this scene.
Ji thief stood up and shouted, "Fuck, that trebuchet used by idiots!"
Tushan held his finger at the coalition army that came in, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, and his voice became panicked: "Brave, Lord Warrior~"
Ji thief was startled, and hurriedly looked back, and saw that another huge boulder was thrown in the air and landed in the coalition camp. The loud noise killed more than a dozen coalition forces.
Suddenly, the coalition forces rushing into the valley panicked.
On the contrary, those Black Mountain cannibals were stunned. What is going on?
Ji thief shouted angrily: "Who can tell me what happened! Why did our trebuchet attack us!"
A huge boulder flying into the sky answered Ji Thief.
When seven or eight coalition forces were killed on the spot again, finally, an unstoppable panic happened.
Although the attack frequency of the trebuchet is about once a minute, the deterrence it causes is far greater than the lethality it causes.
The coalition forces couldn't understand why their trebuchets hit themselves instead?
The Black Mountain cannibals laughed and yelled. They all knelt down and prayed to the sky, thinking it was God who was helping them.
However, as the boulders continued to fall, these Black Mountain cannibals were also afraid, and several of their tribesmen had been crushed to death under the trebuchet.
Damn, what the did the trebuchet guys outside think, why are they hitting both sides.
Where are they from?
The Black Mountain cannibals couldn't figure it out, so they squatted on the ground, pouting their butts and shaking, praying that the boulder would not hit themselves.
The coalition forces were frightened and fled in all directions.
There is no discipline, no rules,
For a time, allied forces fled in panic everywhere in the valley,
Outside the valley, the patriarch of the White Fox, who was standing on a high place and seeing the situation inside through the Taniguchi, laughed loudly: "Yes, yes, that's it, that's it. Shuanggu tribe, Heishan tribe, you all go to death."
Several clansmen around him looked at the white fox patriarch and eagerly asked, "My patriarch, when shall we attack?"
The White Fox patriarch hummed and watched the allied forces who were thrown into a panic because of the stone throwing, and the allied forces who fled and the Black Mountain cannibals who only knew to pray on the ground, said: "What is the hurry, use the trebuchet to kill these first, continue. Throw slings."
"Yes."
Dozens of sling stones were thrown out, and the muddy ground in the valley was full of smashed corpses mixed with mud. The last bit of energy of the coalition forces was wiped out by the smashed ashes.
The Patriarch White Fox loved the howls of the crowd and this panic scene. He excitedly danced the wooden spear in his hand: "Come on, continue to smash me."
Several responses sounded. When they put the boulder in the bag again, they didn't want to, a crisp breaking sound was so clear and audible in the heavy rain.
Patriarch White Fox was taken aback for a moment, looked back, and was directly silly. Because of the continuous huge pressure, the trebuchet that was broken from it at this time has been turned into a mass of waste wood.
The patriarchs of the white foxes who moved the boulders sniffed their noses and asked their patriarch: "Clan, patriarch, what should I do now?"
Patriarch White Fox took a look at the allied forces and the Black Mountain cannibals who were still in panic, and swallowed: "Also, what else are you asking? Run."
With that said, he was the first to throw away the trebuchet and walk away.
Just kidding, there are less than forty people from my tribe this time. If it weren’t for the trebuchet, how dare I attack allies and the Black Mountain tribe? It’s good now, the trebuchet is broken, if everyone can react to it. , Then I don’t know how I died.
Taking advantage of the heavy rain, the White Fox Tribe quickly disappeared without a trace.
He left, but all the coalition forces who had entered the valley remained inside.
The coalition forces who were originally motivated to swallow the Heishan tribe, at this time, one by one, had already lost their fighting spirit.
Coupled with being hit by a boulder, the bloodbath of the tribesmen was really miserable, which shocked the courage of these coalition forces even more.
Without the suppression of the boulder, Heishan led the tribe to try to stand up. He looked around and was devastated.
The corpses of both sides were lying on the ground.
The difference is that at this time, the coalition forces did not have a bit of fighting spirit in the wolves, and I was afraid that even a group of frightened lambs could not match it.
The patriarchs of several tribes kept beating their tribesmen not to panic, but no one would listen to them.
In the end, these patriarchs gave up and joined the fleeing crowd.
The coalition forces of the Heishan tribe were already aggressively trying to eat the Heishan tribe in one bite. At this time, the whole mountain was covered.
The rain is getting heavier.
Seeing that the situation was no longer possible, Usma hurriedly came over and dragged the thief away.
However, he didn't know what happened to Ji Thief. He sat on the ground blankly, his eyes blank, and said nothing.
"My Lord Warrior, go quickly."
Usma tried his best to pull the thief.
"Go away!"
With a violent shout, the thief kicked Usma away, squeezed the iron spear on the tiger's back, and roared: "The Heishan tribe now has only a hundred people left. They are no longer good! Everyone charged with me. , We can kill them all!"
When the words fell, only a dozen people from the original Frost Valley tribe were willing to follow Ji Thief. Those prisoners from other tribes who were rescued by Ji Thief looked at each other, and then dropped their weapons amidst the screams of the panic. Turn around and run away.
"All come back! Fuck, all come back to me."
Ji Thief was anxious.
Not only did his shouting have no effect, on the contrary, it successfully attracted the attention of Montenegro.
"Ji Thief!"
A roar came from the mouth of Heishan, and immediately afterwards, he saw Heishan holding a wooden spear in one hand and a shield in the other, leading the rest of the Heishan cannibals and attacking the Ji thief and other Frostgu tribesmen.
Seeing this, Ji thief became angry again and again, and urged the Sabretooth Tiger to rush up.
He led more than a dozen Frost Valley tribesmen, and went hand-to-hand with the Black Mountain tribe.
In the valley where there was a rout everywhere, two forces collided, smashing out large swaths of blood.
"Master Warrior, Master Warrior, stop fighting, let's go!"
After a battle, Usma cried and stopped in front of the thief who wanted to charge again. At this time, there were only eight people left in the Frost Valley tribe, including the seniors.
Looking at the Heishan and other cannibals not far in front of him, the cruel face was reappearing, the thief lost his reason: "Don't stop me!"
"Ajutu Mountain, take away Lord Warrior!" Usma snatched the iron spear from the thief, shouted, and then turned to attack the Black Mountain tribe.
"Usma! Come back, let's go back together!"
The cry of the thief came from behind, Usma didn't look back, letting the tears from the corners of his eyes mixed with the rain to fall on the ground, and said sadly in his heart: "My Lord Warrior, definitely, I must live."
Thinking about it, Usma moved forward without hesitation.
However, Usma is not good at fighting, so how can he be a Montenegrin opponent?
The shield opened the iron spear stabbed by Usma, and Montenegro shot a backhand, and the wooden spear penetrated Usma's shoulder directly, followed by a kick, and hit Usma's belly.
With this kick, Usma's internal organs rolled over. He couldn't help but his throat was hot, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Montenegro dropped the shield and stepped forward, holding the wooden spear in both hands and holding it high above his head, and pierced toward Usma on the ground: "Die, bastard!"
The severe pain in the lower abdomen made Usma not have the strength to dodge. Seeing that the wooden spear could not be stopped, Usma closed her eyes in despair.