The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 546 The Last Battle

Southern Wilderness, camp of the Jackal Tribe.

The jackal tribe witch asked with a dark face: "How long can the food last?"

"Plus the collected wild vegetables and hunted prey, up to three days."

The leader of the jackal tribe hugged his head in pain, and said, "Witch, what should we do, the central part has been taken over by those damned slaves."

The face of the jackal tribe witch turned even darker, and he said harshly: "Then go back to the central part and treat those slaves as food!"

The jackal tribe can do things like cannibalism, and they are already brutal.

"late."

The leader of the jackal tribe said bitterly: "The slaves ran away and hid after they attacked us a few times. It will take time to find them again."

"We... don't have that much time."

The jackals and witches were silent. Since even the slaves had escaped, they were really cornered.

How could it be like this?

The jackal tribe witch couldn't figure it out, how could it be some slaves without the power of totems, driven around, beating and scolding slaves, and lowly things that fell into the dust, so that the jackal tribe fell into a desperate situation?

The jackal tribe is not afraid of war, even in the face of the alliance of several tribes in the Southern Wilderness, they are not afraid.

But without food, this is a fatal problem. No matter how powerful a fighter is, he must eat enough to have the strength to fight.

Now, their food was almost exhausted, and the supply to the rear was also cut off. They could not move forward or retreat, and were forced to the edge of a cliff.

"In this case, we can only fight to the death!"

The jackal tribe witch gritted his teeth, his eyeballs turned red with blood: "Tell all the warriors of the tribe, eat a full meal today, and then have a decisive battle with the Southern Wilderness tribe, or win them and go to the Southern Wilderness tribe to find food, Or, just wait to be starved to death!"

The leader of the jackal tribe hesitated instead: "Do you really want to say that?"

"Say it! Just to let them know that we have no way out and we must do our best!"

The leader of the jackal tribe nodded and walked out.

The jackal and tribal witch stayed where they were, and in front of him, there was a pile of flames burning, which reflected his face red...

Soon, the entire jackal tribe knew about the food shortage, which caused countless people to panic.

At the same time, many large pottery pots and pottery tripods were set up in the Jackal tribe, and almost all the food was cooked at one time, and the smell of food wafted throughout the camp of the Jackal tribe.

It's time for dinner. This is the most sumptuous meal since I came to Nanhuang for so long.

But no one in the Jackal Tribe was happy, and the atmosphere was extremely depressed.

The jackal tribe witch came out of the yurt, walked to a pottery tripod, and scooped up a bowl of soup with a wooden spoon.

"Eat, why don't you eat, eat more, you will have the strength to fight!"

After the jackal tribal witch finished speaking, he was not afraid of the heat, and gulped down the whole bowl of soup without wasting anything.

"Eat, eat all, what are you doing with your head down? Are you scared?"

The jackal tribe witch pointed to the center of the camp and shouted loudly: "The jackal god is watching you!"

The power of belief is strong. Sure enough, many jackal warriors gritted their teeth, picked up bowls, and began to fill food and eat one by one.

The jackal tribal witch just watched them eat until the last person finished eating.

"You are all warriors of the Jackal Tribe, you are the pride of the Jackal Tribe!"

"Our jackal tribe has never lost before, and it will be the same this time!"

"Snapped!"

The jackal tribe witch suddenly smashed the pottery bowl in his hand, and shouted like crazy: "Kill them all!"

The leader of the jackal tribe pulled out the stone knife from his waist and roared angrily, "Kill them all!"

The fighters of the Jackal tribe pulled out their weapons one after another, and everyone was infected by this atmosphere and gradually went crazy.

"Kill kill kill!"

"Ow!"

The jackals also howled to the sky, and the mood of the entire jackal tribe became crazy.

The jackal tribe witch sat on a jackal. This time, he would not be in the rear, but fight with everyone.

His behavior also greatly boosted the morale of the jackal tribe fighters.

"set off!"

The leader of the jackal tribe sat on the back of a tall jackal, brandished a stone knife, and rushed in the direction of the Mang tribe coalition army first.

"rush!"

All the fighters of the Jackal Tribe, all the wolves, started to charge up. They were desperate, and they would unleash a terrifying fighting power.

The totem god of the jackal tribe also stood up, flew into the sky, and rushed towards the defense line of the Southern Wilderness tribe with the same crazy eyes.

In the rear camp, no one was left, except for those needed for combat, everything else was left in place.

The shouts of killing soaring into the sky alarmed the people on the side of the Mang Tribal Alliance.

Chen Bei flew into the sky, observed the extremely crazy jackal warriors rushing over the mountains and plains, and then landed again.

"They are going to fight desperately. This is the last attack and the strongest attack. As long as we hold on, we will win!"

Chen Bei knows very well that this kind of morale is very strong, but there is a time limit. Once it is delayed, the morale of the jackal tribe will slowly drop until it collapses.

Therefore, Chenbei does not require the soldiers to defeat such an enemy, but only to hold on to the impact, to wear down the opponent's morale as much as possible, and to reduce their own losses.

In front of the defense line of the Mang tribe's coalition forces, there are ravines. These ravines are not wide, but very deep, and they are filled with flammable dry firewood.

This was arranged by Chen Bei's order, except for Chen Bei, no one else could guess what it was used for.

A trap isn't like a trap, a ditch isn't like a ditch, and it looks weird anyway.

In so many previous battles, these trenches were useless, but after each battle, Chenbei asked the soldiers to take out the dry firewood, dry it and put it back.

"coming!"

Ahead, the tall figure of the jackal tribe's totem god appeared, and on the ground, the jackal tribe's warriors and those jackals rushed towards this side frantically, with a murderous aura.

"Archer ready!"

Chen Bei let out a loud roar, and countless archers came forward, raised their bows and set their arrows, adjusted their angles, and pointed obliquely at the sky.

"put!"

Chen Bei waved his hand, only to hear the sound of countless bowstrings, countless feather arrows flew up into the sky like a rainstorm, and then parabolically fell into the charging jackal tribe warriors.

"what……"

"what……"

Countless screams sounded, and many jackal tribe warriors were shot in the middle of the charge, and then they were trampled by the jackals behind them until they died.

At this time, being injured almost means death.

The jackal warriors rushed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they were about to reach the defensive line of the Mang tribe coalition forces.

"Crossbowmen and short spears are ready!"

Chen Bei roared again, and pulled out the short spear on his back.

Countless warriors of the Mang tribe stepped forward, replaced the archers, put the wound arrows on the feathered arrows, and aimed at the warriors of the Jackal tribe who were rushing forward.

Behind the crossbowman, almost all the soldiers drew out their short spears and charged up to throw them.

"put!"

Chen Bei took the lead in throwing the short spear in his hand, aiming at the leader of the jackal tribe.

Afterwards, countless crossbow arrows shot out, and countless short spears also flew out. The scene was extremely vast and terrifying.

Countless jackal warriors fell in pieces, some were shot to death by arrows, and some were pierced to death by short spears.

"Whoosh!"

A short spear with a bronze tip, surrounded by flames, shot at the leader of the jackal tribe at a terrifying speed, mixed with the sound of a sonic boom.

"No!"

The leader of the jackal tribe wanted to dodge, but he couldn't dodge at all. The power contained in that short spear was too terrifying, and the flying speed was too fast.

"puff!"

The neck of the leader of the jackal tribe was pierced, and he was sent flying backwards by a huge force. With a bunch of blood, he knocked down the jackal behind him, fell to the ground, and was firmly nailed to death by the short bronze spear!

(End of this chapter)