Chapter seven hundred and fifty seventh desperate cry
The enemies who were still on the hillside on the other side of the river saw the start of close combat on the other side of the river. They stood up and ran towards the river bank. In an instant, more than a hundred people gathered on the river bank, eager to rush across the river through the narrow bridge deck. .
On the two narrow bridges, more and more enemies shouted and rushed to join the battle group here. Sporadic gunshots also sounded from the melee crowd. Soldiers holding scimitars were constantly being shot and killed by the opponent's bullets. The bayonet penetrated the body. In the blink of an eye, the position of the scimitar warriors was already crowded with figures, and the sound of killing was loud.
At this time, the advantage of the surprise attack that the scimitar warriors suddenly emerged from behind the stone pile was gradually lost in the face of the opponent's increasing number of people. Each scimitar warrior was facing a continuous influx of enemies, and the rushing enemies There are nearly two hundred people.
The night sky after the rain is as clear as a wash, and the bright moonlight and the stars all over the sky cast a layer of silver-gray light on the mountain col. The valley that should have been very quiet is actually shaking with countless black shadows on the river bank, and the sky above the col is echoing. There were fierce clashes of swords and guns and screams from time to time.
The old patriarch was constantly waving his scimitar under the protection of Ahu and several others. The ferocious leopards were also quickly attacking the enemies around them. They slapped their claws and bit with their mouths. In an instant, they had injured seven or eight enemies, and they kept making low roars from their mouths. , the two front paws and the fur on the face were stained red with blood.
The old patriarch waved his scimitar at the enemy in front, and his sharp eyes occasionally glanced at the fighting scimitar warriors. In front of the old patriarch's eyes, each scimitar warrior was falling under the enemy's bayonet.
The old patriarch's eyes have turned blood red. He waved his scimitar at the enemy in front to block the enemy's bayonet. He moved flexibly with his feet. He didn't look like an old man with gray hair at all. The scimitar in his hand It was already covered in the blood of the enemy, and the Ahu people around him were even more covered in blood.
They remained silent, waving the scimitars in their hands vigorously, and rushed towards wherever there were crowds of people. They were all the most famous scimitar masters in the clan, and they were as agile and ferocious as leopards in combat. A black shadow with missing arms and heads fell down, and the eyes of several people were already filled with blood.
At this time, more and more enemies were rushing across the two bridges. Each scimitar warrior fell in front of the enemy's shining bayonet. The flashing scimitar lights in the crowd were getting less and less, and more enemies were approaching. There is a steady stream of water coming from the two small bridges.
The wrinkled face of the old patriarch was twitching constantly. He looked at the two enemies charging at him with bayonets in front of him. A look of despair flashed in his blood-red eyes. He suddenly stepped forward, and a stab flashed by his side. The sharp knife that came, the scimitar in the right hand flew over the opponent's neck with a first-class blade light. At the moment when the enemy's head flew up, another enemy next to him suddenly shouted, and the gleaming bayonet brought a sound of wind, "Huh!" ", stabbing the old patriarch in the chest.
Seeing that the sharp bayonet was about to penetrate the old patriarch's chest, Ah Hu and Ah Bao on the left and right were tightly entangled with several sharp bayonets, unable to protect him.
The old patriarch's eyes narrowed to a slit, and his pupils shrank sharply to the size of pinholes. He knew that he was finished!
At the critical moment when the glistening bayonet was about to pierce the old patriarch's chest, a huge black shadow flew past the old patriarch with the sound of wind. The enemy who was stabbing the old patriarch with his gun suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing towards him. When he raised his eyes, he saw a huge dark shadow rushing toward him from the side.
He didn't care to continue to assassinate the person in front of him. He quickly retreated and raised the muzzle of the gun. He quickly touched the gun with his left hand, pulled the bolt with a "crash", and quickly pulled the trigger with his right hand. The whole action was very fast, and it was obviously a long time. Veterans on the battlefield
The gunshot of "ta da da" was accompanied by a short roar of "ouch", and then there was another heavy slap of "pa". The old patriarch was shocked, knowing that his golden leopard saved him in the moment of crisis, but that The continuous gunshots obviously hit the huge leopard. He turned around and looked at the leopard.
At this time, the golden leopard was leaning to the side and falling to the side. The golden hair on its chest had been stained with bright red blood. The enemy whose head was slapped into the neck cavity under the right paw was also falling down.
The Golden Leopard, who was falling from the side of Kongkong Township, seemed to feel the eyes of the old patriarch, and immediately turned to look at the old patriarch. The green fluorescence in his eyes was slowly dissipating...
Seeing the scene in front of him, the old patriarch's heart contracted suddenly, and his body suddenly shook violently. He bent his knees and knelt on the rocky beach. He raised his head high and roared to the sky: "Leopard!" God! Save your people!" A large mouthful of blood spurted out, and a red blood mist filled the night sky...
Just as the old patriarch's desperate roar sounded, Wan Lin was lying on the top of the tree crown and suddenly heard a huge roar coming from behind him.
He turned around and saw that a group of murderous old men suddenly rushed out of the tribal compound, followed closely by a group of women in colorful clothes. Each of them was holding a burning torch in one hand and a lantern in the other. The scimitar shone with cold light, stumbling, shouting, and screaming towards the battlefield where the killing sound was loud...
Following the desperate cry of the old patriarch, the scimitar warriors who were fighting fiercely on the battlefield suddenly roared in despair. Each one of them was like a leopard forced into a desperate situation, waving their scimitars to attack without fear of death. Towards the enemy in front of you.
The mountain col suddenly echoed with the shouts of all the Scimitar tribe members. This was the last cry of an ancient tribe that was forced into a desperate situation. It was the scream of all the tribesmen of an ancient tribe who were desperate to die. They wanted to use their own bodies, their own Use your precious life to defend your territory and call upon the gods from heaven...
What they saw in front of them moved all the action team members in the woods. Every action team member's eyes were red! Everyone's heart felt like being hit hard by a heavy hammer!
"Leopard head, come on!" The deep roar of more than thirty team members sounded in Wan Lin's headphones!
"Go! Snipers, firemen, take out the opponent's fire points! The rest of the team members focus their firepower to kill the enemies on the shore. Action!" Wan Lin's eyes flashed, and a sound like thunder resounded over the woods.
Just when Wan Lin issued the order, the little flower next to Wan Lin suddenly stood up on the top of the tree crown, blue light burst out from his eyes, a dazzling blue light suddenly rose into the sky, and he raised his head and roared.
"Ouch..." A long roar sounded immediately, and a red light pierced the dense canopy of trees behind Wan Lin and rose into the sky. Xiao Bai's sharp roar accompanied the roars of Xiao Hua and Wan Lin in the mountains, followed by I saw two small black shadows rushing out of the woods with two red and blue light pillars.