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Chapter 162 Running away

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After the autumn begins, the river has once again restored its peace and tranquility.

The two sides of the river that were flooded in summer have already exposed flat river beaches.

The fields are like a cover, wild beasts gather, and thousands of birds dance on the river beach.

The mountains on both sides are covered with green mountains and green as dark as the roar of wild animals comes from afar.

The sky is high and the earth is vast, and it still looks like a primitive appearance in the prehistoric world. Compared with previous years, there is no change at all.

With a few melodious sounds of horns coming from the valley, soon a flag was seen appearing, with a ferocious dragon beast with its teeth and claws drawn on it, followed by a long line.

This is a branch that looks incompatible with this wilderness era.

They were fully armed, with leather armor, bows, arrows, spears, orders, and orders were banned, with a neat line, and a faint sense of killing aura.

Even the beasts on the river beach that were used to hunters often came and went, suddenly became alert. Countless beasts who were eating grass and mating stretched their necks and looked towards the entrance of the valley, feeling nervous and uneasy about the sudden appearance of the flag that had never been seen before.

"Stand firm!"

With the roar of the young man walking in front, the marching team stopped suddenly.

"Crossing, counting!"

"One ga, two ga, three ga, four ga..."

Listening to the sound of retaliation, the young man's skin trembled involuntarily, until the burly hunter in heavy armor clasped his fists and roared, and then he spoke a little while, then he put his hands behind his back, facing the hunters from two factions of sects to start talking.

A few minutes later, the team split into two groups, lined up in a formation of two people and three people, heading towards the wild beasts that were feeding on the river beach.

Every day, training against the archer target can only improve your skills.

True ability still needs to be done in battlefield practice.

The five nearby tribes are allies and have no enemies, so hunting is the best way to train now.

From the primitive savages to the highly developed feudal dynasty of civilization, hunting has always been an opportunity for humans to show their courage and strength. It is also an activity that emperors and generals are passionate about. It is also an extremely important political activity, with a profound impact on the progress of human civilization.

Since the Shang and Zhou dynasties, rulers of all dynasties have always inherited the tradition of field hunting and even completely retained many ancient hunting habits, such as not hunting female beasts in spring, not hunting young beasts in summer, and hunting the largest scale in autumn, killing adult beasts in large quantities to balance the number and scale of wild beasts, etc.

Among the people, hunters everywhere have more rules.

For example, in Bashan, the survey team encountered local mountaineer hunting. Everyone who saw it on the road had a portion of the meat. It was necessary to divide it into a piece of meat. If not, it would not work, otherwise it would be unhappy. For this reason, the survey team even ate a meal of yellow mutton in vain.

It is said that this originates from an ancient tradition. When hunting up the mountain, the person who sees him has a share. Only unselfish hunters can get the blessing of the mountain god and catch more prey in the future.

However, when watching a group of hunters sneaking into the group of beasts on the river beach, Xu Chen's previous majesty mood of a special forces instructor disappeared instantly.

The left is yellow, the right is blue, and the right is blue, and the thousand riders are rolling flat on the roof.

What a pleasant and heroic hunting scene of the ancients, when they came to his hands, it turned into a sneaky landscape of more than a dozen people with seven or eight broken guns.

Shouldn’t you move forward as fast as the wind?

Xu Chen stood under the waving dragon flag, covered his face with his hands for a long time, and then turned his head seriously and told him:

"Ring, attack. Even if they run to death today, they have to catch a few beasts for me, otherwise they will not have dinner."

"Abide by the order!"

Gu had already passed the Parkinson's syndrome period when he was first upgraded to a trumpeter. He took a proud and untied golden trumpet horns decorated with colorful gems from his waist, and took a deep breath and blew it.

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A few dozen miles downstream is the place where the Wu tribe reproduces and thrives.

At the entrance of the valley where it was peaceful and peaceful on weekdays, a sudden bird flew away.

Soon, more than a dozen savages in fur skirts roared out. In the crowd, a thin figure wearing a cloth skirt covering her head and face, holding a black wooden stick taller than her body. Judging from her posture, she was obviously a minor girl.

Although this group of people were standard hunters in the primitive tribe, holding spears and sticks, and holding simple bows and arrows, and painted on their faces and bodies, they were in a hurry, and it was obviously not like going out to hunt.

After leaving the valley, the group did not stop on the river beach, but walked upstream along the river.

The valley entrance returned to tranquility, but about half an hour later, suddenly there was a wave of ups and downs in the valley, followed by a dense sound of running. Soon, a large hunter of dozens of people rushed out of the valley like a group of wild beasts. After staying outside the valley entrance to observe, Yehuye shouted loudly and chased upstream along the river beach.

Not long after the group of people left, dozens of people rushed out of the valley again, also holding spears and short sticks.

The group of people was headed by a burly savage who was nearly two meters tall and covered with oil paint. His muscles were bulging like giant bears. He was the warrior dragon of the witch clan that Xu Chen was familiar with last year.

"Go to Bagaga!"

A group of people stayed outside the valley for a moment, and the dragon roared and led a group of hunters with their legs like wind, stepping on the weeds deep waists, and followed the team ahead like a group of cheetahs.

The first group of people was already five or six miles away from the valley, but their speed gradually slowed down. The masked girl in a cloth was wrapped in a group of people and ran and stumbled, while the group of men were escorted by her side, and there were all tall, short, fat, thin, old, weak and young people. Although they were all holding weapons, they were obviously not the strongest men of the Wu tribe.

"Suga!"

Listening to the ups and downs of shouting from afar, a group of people became more nervous and panicked. Some people kept looking back and looked out of fear, and some people kept urging to speed up.

The two groups of people following behind were all strong men, running like flying on the weeds, shouting and chasing as they chased each other.

About an hour later, the three groups of people could almost see each other.

"Go quickly, I protect you!"

Seeing the pursuers behind him getting closer, the group of people running in front knew that they could no longer escape. Among them, the older man suddenly stopped and turned around, shouting and roaring to raise the spear in his hand.

The team's speed instantly dropped.

"Moga, die!" Someone grabbed the older man in horror and shouted.

"Stay dead, hurry!" The man pushed his companion away with a determined face and shouted.

"Yo hoho hoho ho..."

The dozens of people who were chasing him quickly probably saw a group of people in front of him, and the shouts became even more rapid and loud, with a faint sense of eagerness and excitement.

At this time, the group of people who were running away with the girl were almost desperate, so they all stopped, holding spear sticks and surrounded the girl in a circle to protect it, and then looked at the tribesmen who were chasing closer and closer in fear and determination.

The girl surrounding the middle was holding a black wooden stick that was taller than her body, and her body was trembling constantly while gasping for breath.

The two groups of people get closer and eventually meet.

Dozens of strong men covered with oil paints surrounded the girl and dozens of companions. The leader of a burly and tall man strode forward with a spear in his hand, pointed at a group of people and scolded loudly, but the group of people surrounded was unmoved at all, gathering more and more closely. In horror, the spear, short stick, bow and arrow and other weapons were aimed at the hunters surrounding them.

"Damn~"

Seeing that the scolding and persuasion were ineffective, the hunter who was catching up could not contain his anger. Several people yelled and waved their spears toward the girl and his group of companions.

The first older man who stopped to stop the pursuit and asked to stop the pursuit also shouted, holding spears and sticks.

In the blink of an eye, there was a fight of sticks. In the fierce battle, accompanied by a few painful groans and screams, the people who were facing each other were instantly knocked to the ground. The elderly man in the lead was pierced through his chest and abdomen with a spear on the spot. His face was twisted and his mouth and nose were bleeding and kicked to the ground. He lay on his back in the thick weeds and there was no movement.

Blood flows through the body and the surrounding weeds.

A strong smell of blood filled the river beach with the river breeze.

The battle will be decided in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the hunter who was erect and erect, the boy with a childish face fell from his hands in fear in the encirclement, everyone's face showed great pain and despair.

This place is more than ten miles away from the Wu tribe valley, and it is twice as far away from the Ba tribe.

In this wilderness where there is no village in front of the village and the shop behind it, no one will come to save them.

Moreover, not far below the river beach, another group of pursuers could be seen faintly.

The girl in the center slowly pulled off the linen covering her head, revealing a terrified and helpless face.

This is one of the Ukrainian twin little witches.

She turned to look upstream of the river beach, tears rolling down her eyes.

This is a hopeless escape.

It's the end now.

"Woo...woo...woo..."

In the distance upstream direction, there was a faint strange and terrifying sound coming along the river breeze.

Whether it was the pursuer, the girl and her companions surrounded in the center, they were frightened by the terrifying sound of the devil, and their hair stood up all over their bodies, and they turned around and looked northwest.

They were familiar with the roar of all kinds of wild beasts, including the most ferocious tiger, leopard, wolf, bear, and even the extremely vicious dragon beast, but they had never heard such strange roars.

When you hear the sound, you can tell the distance. This beast I have never seen before is probably quite large and may be extremely fierce and not far away.
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