As black descended, the grease brazier illuminated in the Blast Bear Tribe was ignited, and the air was filled with the fragrance of rosin.

Compared with the brightness of the Blast Bear Tribe, the refugee camp is pitch black. It is a great gift for the Blast Bear Tribe to provide food to the refugees. As for the lighting provided at night, it is directly omitted.

Of course, this also provided good cover for the hundreds of Xingtu warriors led by Lin Chuan. In the tents near the Burning Bear Tribe, Lin Chuan and the others had gathered together, waiting for the order.

"Are you ready?" Lin Chuan asked in the darkness.

Sith replied: "Sir, you are all ready, everyone is here."

Lin Chuan nodded, ordered a rest and waited for the order.

Two hours later, the world was already dark, and roars of beasts came from the mountains in the distance from time to time. Except for the sentries on duty, the rest of the Blasting Bear Tribe had already fallen asleep.

"Puchi!" Almost at the same time, on duty sentries on the harp tower outside the Burning Bear Tribe were loaded to the ground, and their bodies were shot through by arrows.

"Go!" Xia Ge waved his hand, and thousands of Xingtu soldiers appeared hundreds of meters outside the camp from the darkness like ghosts.

The guards outside the Burning Bear Tribe Camp showed shock on their faces, and then a shrill voice resounded throughout the camp.

"Enemy attack! Enemy..." The guard turned around and ran into the camp, shouting loudly. Suddenly the guard paused, and an arrow had pierced his chest from behind him, swaying forward a few steps, and his body fell down with a bang.

In the camp of the Blasting Bear Tribe, after hearing the alarm, countless Blasting Bear Warriors rushed out with their weapons and rushed forward to face the Xing Tujun led by Xia Ge.

The Blasting Bear Tribe has thousands of soldiers, and its combat power is not weak. For a moment, it actually blocked the Xing Tu army led by Xia Ge outside the Blasting Bear Camp.

At this moment, the Burning Bear Tribe was in chaos, with disheveled Burning Bear Warriors and the tribe members of the Burning Bear Tribe. The frightened Burning Bear Tribe members were running away crying and screaming, while the warriors headed straight out of the camp gate.

The refugee camp was even more inflicted. With the help of Lin Chuan's secret arrangement of people, tens of thousands of refugees escaped from their camp in horror and headed towards the Blade Bear Tribe, because there was a strong protection of soldiers there, which would be safer than a refugee camp without protection.

"Stop! Stop! Go back to your camp!" Seeing the refugees rushing towards the Blasting Bear Tribe, several Blasting Bear Warriors stood in front of the refugee team and scolded loudly.

Lin Chuan took a step forward and said loudly: "The enemy has come here. Stay outside and have to wait for death. Let's go in."

The bear roared: "The leader has an order, and all refugees are not allowed to enter the tribal camp!"

Lin Chuan and Xis looked at each other and knew that they would not be able to get in with the refugees. Suddenly, Lin Chuan moved his wrist and a sharp dagger appeared in his hand.

The sharp dagger slashed through the throat of the bear warrior, and the hot blood splattered Lin Chuan's face.

Almost at the same time, the other few bear-burning warriors were also knocked to the ground by the Sith and others.

"Kill their leader first!" Lin Chuan pointed to the exquisite small wooden buildings not far away, waved his hand and rushed up.

Seeing the sudden change, the refugee team scattered. Lin Chuan and his team went straight to the residence of the leader of the Blast Bear Tribe, setting fires all the way. Soon, the Blast Bear Camp had turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"Who!" The bear warrior guarding the residence of the leader of the Burning Bear was particularly vigilant. Seeing someone coming towards this side, several people asked loudly.

"Puchi!" The dagger in Sith's hand threw out fiercely, and a scream came from the darkness. The bear-burning warrior had already fallen to the ground.

"Kill!" Lin Chuan raised the captured big sword and rushed forward first, cutting off a bear-burning warrior who was stunned.

Hearing the shouts of killing from outside, the leader of the Blast Bear Tribe changed his expression.

"What's going on!" The leader of the Explosive Bear, who was wearing armor, grabbed the big knife on the table and shouted loudly outside the door.

"Boom!" A bear-burning warrior broke the wooden door and flew into the wooden building from outside. He fell to the ground with a fierce attack. Lin Chuan and Xis followed closely with their big swords.

The leader of the Blast Bear's face was gloomy, "Who are you? Why are you attacking my Blast Bear Tribe!"

"It's so much nonsense!" The Sith raised his long sword and jumped up, slashing towards the head of the leader of the Blasting Bear Tribe.

The leader of the Blast Bear Tribe snorted coldly and raised the long sword in his hand to meet him. With a click, the long sword in Sith's hand was broken into two pieces. Sith's expression changed wildly and he hurriedly retreated, but the leader of the Blast Bear had already slashed.

Sith was ready to die in battle. Lin Chuan saw that Sith was in danger, and without hesitation, he rushed forward with a quick step, blocking Sith's head when the long sword of the bear leader was only a few feet away from Sith's head.

The huge force from the long sword made Lin Chuan's arms numb. He didn't expect that the leader of the Blast Bear had such huge force. No wonder the Sith suffered a considerable loss.

Sith was almost killed by a knife, and his face was stern at this moment. Taking advantage of the opportunity that the leader of the Blast Bear's long sword was held by Lin Chuan, he clenched his fist with his right hand. With the leader of the Blast Bear's muffled groan, his huge body had smashed the wooden house and flew backwards.

"Kill him!" Lin Chuan and Xis looked at each other, and the wind blew on their feet, and the leader of the Explosive Bear jumped out immediately after flying backwards.

"Chief!" Seeing that his leader was being hunted down, two bear-burning soldiers came to meet Sith and Lin Chuan.

"Puff!" As the long knife stabbed through the bodies of the two bear-burning warriors, their bodies slowly collapsed.

Seeing Lin Chuan and Xis so brave, the face of the Explosive Bear leader changed, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He got up from the ground, turned around and ran backwards, and became the leader of the tribe. When he saw that the situation was not good, he immediately applied oil to the soles of his feet and prepared to leave.

Lin Chuan shouted: "You can't let him run away!"

"Swoosh!" Before the leader of the Explosive Bear could take a few steps, an arrow shot through his thighs, and with a scream, he fell to the ground.

Sissy, with his feet wide open, jumped up, and smashed the fallen leader of the bear who was falling from the air. With the sound of clicking, his elbow immediately broke several ribs in the chest.

Lin Chuan had arrived at this time, grabbed the hair of the explosive bear leader, and slashed the long sword, and a huge leader was carried in Lin Chuan's hand.

"The leader of the Blast Bear is dead! Those who surrender will not be killed!" Lin Chuan shouted with the leader of the Blast Bear holding up the head.

"Those who surrender will not kill! Those who surrender will not kill!" The Xingtu soldiers around them shouted in unison, and their morale rose sharply.

The Explosive Bear Warriors who were originally fighting with Xia Ge and others at the entrance of the camp heard this sound at this moment, and some people showed hesitation on their faces, and their morale was inevitably fluctuating.

When they saw the leader's head, the only trace of luck in their hearts was shattered. Under the attack of Lin Chuan and Xia Ge inside and outside, they soon collapsed.

Thousands of Explosive Bear Warriors were killed more than a thousand people, and the rest were thrown away their weapons and surrendered on their knees.

Most of the surrendered bear tribes were recruited from refugees, while most of the real bear warriors died in battle, and a few also took advantage of the chaos to escape into the dark jungle.

When it was dawn, Xing Tujun had completely controlled the Blasting Bear Tribe, and the once prominent Blasting Bear Tribe was destroyed. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!