The Grey Eagle Chief stood on the canopy of the tallest ancient tree on the platform. The originally lush thousand-year-old tree has only bare trunks and branches left. All the leaves and book covers are blown by the strong wind, and the tree has no longer had its vitality.

The gray-headed eagle let the ashes of dust like snowflakes fall on him, making him a cultural relic that had just emerged, but his eyes were still sharp.

The tree is the second batch of reserve teams of the tribe. They are all 17 or 18 years old. The weapons in their hands are only some old-fashioned assault rifles eliminated by Hua Hanxing, and each person has only been given more than 100 light-energy bullets.

With such combat power, he obviously has no chance of winning if he wants to fight against the Heizuo regular army armed to the teeth, but the chief has no choice.

"Children, you are the second batch of reserve teams. Before you, the three fighting soldiers on the tribe who were on the pillars had already rushed out. Forty-five half-armored men broke out. Don't blame me. I asked them to break through. They should not die here. They should go to the main peak of the Song God and the Great Chief Soldier to unite."

"Why" Chief Grey Eagle roared, "Because I am our Ge Barbarians are too weak, because I am not capable of fighting head-on battles with the enemy instead of letting them die with us in the tribe, it is better to fight a possible victory."

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"But we have no choice. The enemy's butcher knife has been raised. This bombing without distinguishing between enemies and us has shown the attitude of the Hei Zuo Army. They do not want to be captured, they will kill us."

"Children, the adults have rushed up, and the elderly in the first reserve team have rushed up, and now they can only send you to fight. You are no longer children, you are the soldiers of the tribe."

The elder of the Grey Eagle was filled with tears in his face. He shouted loudly, "You can't stand it anymore, then the woman is coming. All the women die. We still have children. In the end, my old bone will make the last prayer for the corpses of all of you. Then I will be the last warrior of the Eagle Tribe, and I will also die on the way to charge."

"Okay, let's do it like this, kids, let's die bravely."

The children of the Eagle Head Tribe who were extremely sad and angry did not feel any fear or loss at all. The chief's unknown war declaration instead aroused the fighting spirit in their hearts.

"Fight to the death and not retreat to the enemy's attack" a young voice broke the sky. More than a thousand children turned their heads and rushed into the darkness, leaving the chief to cry lonely on the canopy.

"Is this our doomsday? Has the Eagle Tribe that has lasted for thousands of years come to an end? Hahaha, even the Geman Xing has reached the end. How can we survive grandma? Even if I die, I will bring a group of people to the back."

The cruel chief took out one high-explosion grenade after another from his pocket. He used iron wire to string all the insurances. The nine grenades finally hung around his neck like a necklace. As long as one insurance is pulled, other grenades will explode.

"If you die, you will die. Who is afraid of grandpa, I will fight you to the death?"

Just as he roared anger, a group of women wrapped in scarves retreated with a wounded man on their back. The chief jumped from the tree to check "Is the injury seriously injured to the vital point?"

The rescue team formed by women was already exhausted and panting at this time. Many women bent over and coughed violently, "Cough cough, chief, it's really not possible. Our people did not die from the enemy's firepower, but were choked to death in large quantities. Look at the ashes in the sky, our people can't breathe."

It turned out that when the Black Left Army attacked the Falcon Platform, the ashes in the sky and the lead clouds in the sky had already affected the visibility of the army. Because of the fear of accidentally hurting their own people, the Black Left Party only invested two regiments of infantry to launch a pincer attack from both sides of the east and west to the platform, and did not invest heavy weapons.

The terrain of the Falcon Platform is complex and changeable, and the Black Left Army does not have the support of heavy firepower and air force. What's more, the visibility is too low now, which is no different from field battles, so the battle was very unhappy from the moment it started.

The ghost-like Eagle Tribe warriors attacked the army from hidden places, and shot each other and changed to another place. In just half an hour, the Black Left Army lost 400 troops, and the two regiment commanders were so angry that they were about to collapse.

But half an hour later, the constant coughing sounds in the opposite position made the two regiment commanders realize the turning point. After checking the enemy's corpses, they found that many of the warriors of the Eagle Tribe were choked to death.

The Hei Left Army has tactical helmets to provide soldiers with pure oxygen and air filtration, and can even drink some cool drinks from the straw at will.

If the two regiment commanders are preparing to launch a fierce attack, he can also temporarily distribute some stimulants to boost morale of these soldiers. This is the benefit of high technology.

However, it is obvious that the Falcon Tribe does not have such good equipment. They can only tie a tattered scarf on their mouths and noses to barely resist the entrance to the ashes, but it has no effect. As the battle time continues to extend, more and more eagle warriors are losing their troops.

"Very good, the young men of Heizu, keep suppressing the enemy, and do not fight with rhythmic attacks. Let the ashes in the sky choke the enemy to death. Let them go to hell, Long live the crown prince of Heizu."

The gray-headed eagle punched the tree trunk, and the huge ancient tree clattered and cracks rose directly from the ground to the canopy. "God of Songs, why do you punish us like this? What did we do wrong?"

The chief stood up and picked up a worn assault rifle from the ground and said in a very lonely way, "It's time to mobilize all the time, let's die together."

Countless figures gradually gathered around the ancient trees, including six or seven-year-old children, and elderly women. The last little vitality of the entire Eagle Tribe gathered together.

There are not so many weapons to them at all. All the Grey Eagle can do is to give each person a grenade. "The enemy dies, that is, we die, don't be afraid, I will take you back to the embrace of God Sing."

Speaking of this, the gray-headed eagle suddenly collapsed completely. He hugged a child who was only six or seven years old and cried bitterly. He knew that the Eagle Tribe was about to perish today.

The ancient tree cried loudly, everyone held the grenade tightly, followed the chief to cry all the way toward the battlefield, the scene was extremely tragic

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