From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Chapter 534 Aboriginal
"Forty degrees north of east and one hundred and twenty miles away, there is a medium-to-large tribe with 20,000 people. The chief estimates that they are Silver Knights, seven knight-level people. They will arrive in two hours and notify everyone to prepare for battle. There are Problem reporting.”

In this hunting, Jiang Yuan took William with him. According to the positioning, this guy is a general reserve, and he needs to have the ability to stand alone in the future.

"You are the head of the family, you decide."

On horseback, William said calmly that although he didn't know what his nephew relied on, he just needed to make sure that the other party was not crazy. He launched an attack on the large tribe with a 100-person marine platoon. Under normal circumstances, the result was destined to be disastrous. So wonderful.

The Marine platoon continued to march forward, and the soldiers began to fill the gunpowder in advance. The Navy's latest musket had a firing rate of about eight to ten rounds per minute. It was divided into three groups of fire, which was enough to form a continuous barrage of firepower.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the Marine Platoon arrived at the designated location. When it stopped, there were already two silver-level and gold presidents of the Classical School Committee beside Jiang Yuan. If it were not for the need to stay behind the crew and the escort deputy, the number of silver will rise to six.

The blood count put on the mask and the reborn armor and set off first. The speed given by his race made him quickly disappear from sight.

The gates of the Red Knight's Castle opened on both sides, and hundreds of spider demon cubs followed the silver spider demon out. The war horses neighed uneasily, and even the soldiers' expressions changed. In one-on-one, the spider demon cubs and ordinary warriors The victory of the gun warrior was between 50 and 50, and the baron who was driving the dark creatures in front of him was simply a demon-like existence.

"Catch him slowly afterwards."

Jiang Yuan rode forward, his speed gradually increasing, and the spider demon cubs dispersed, preparing to build spider nests around the tribe's headquarters.

The bullet penetrated the fragile defense, and the tribal warrior quickly turned his head. At this moment, the red pattern flashed, and an explosion made of the red knight's flame was released. The refined black steel fine needle contained inside shot out, and the tip seemed to be glowing with bright red. shimmer.

Jiang Yuan raised the breech-loaded musket and pulled the trigger without aiming. The bullet flew out of the white gun flame and accurately hit the indigenous hunter who was fleeing towards the tribe hundreds of meters away. In this kind of hunting game, using a force gun is undoubtedly the best choice. What a waste.

The bullet penetrated the thigh, tearing a large area of ​​the muscle surface, and then left a cluster of blood.

The marine platoon arrived at the edge of the tribe. The natives had already noticed something was wrong. Soldiers armed with bone clubs and stone axes gathered outside and fired bows and arrows with primitive craftsmanship. Unfortunately, someone discovered their aiming direction in advance by broadening their horizons.

William ordered the Marine Platoon to keep up. The most important thing about Ranger tactics was not to fall behind. Anzel had already grasped unimaginable power without saying a word. There was no need for strategy to deal with large tribes, he could just crush them. .

A bullet burst out, and a red simple pattern loomed on the bullet. The tribal warrior who directed the counterattack was still shouting, and his expression suddenly became tense. He waved the dark bone club in his hand with cold eyes, pouring out power comparable to that of a knight. go out.

The strong wind was blowing against our faces, causing bumps that could not be ignored as the horses galloped.

The tribal warrior felt a sharp pain in his cheek, and the burning flames made him feel endless anger in his heart. He shouted in an unknown Aboriginal language. This level of injury was not enough to completely kill a knight.

Suddenly, the tribal warrior fell to the ground with his head thrown back. The double pain in his soul and body tore at his sanity. The cold-blooded poison from the silver level attacked. In just a few seconds, his breathing became extremely weak.

The native hunter fell to the ground wailing, and hundreds of war horses whizzed past him. It was not yet time to capture the labor force.

The marine platoon meandered forward on the plains, constantly driving the outgoing natives back to the tribe. Gunfire sounded from time to time on horseback. The accuracy of ordinary soldiers was lacking, and the hit rate only fluctuated around 20%. However, sports shooting reached This level can be considered as rich experience.

The counterattack team of nearly a thousand people suddenly became panicked. A dignified-looking native ran over and shook the warriors. His jabbering words barely calmed down the commotion around him. As his deputy, he had the power to take over the command on the spot.

Perhaps this action had an effect, the tribal warrior stood up again, and even his eyes regained his composure.

The counterattack team cheered, and many natives began to call the warriors immortals. "Go and inform the chief to send additional support. I will go out with the warriors to fight."

"Kai, what's wrong with you?" the deputy asked with a bit of surprise. Those are devils from a sinful place. They should move to other places quickly. According to the guy who was lucky enough to escape, once he is caught in hell, He will be tortured forever and ever.

"Go quickly, they only have so many people!"

"Your accent sounds a little strange. How about the injury..."

The tribal warrior directly pressed the cracked bone stick between the opponent's eyebrows. The lack of a clear power mechanism made the will of the power node as casual as excrement.

The deputy held his head and huddled back, wiping his nose on the ground, begging the other party not to execute him. This ancient way of expressing his position recorded on vellum was abandoned decades ago. It seemed that the warrior was really angry.

"go."

"But the chief is still sleeping. He just married the triplets of the Xiu family the day before yesterday."

The tribal warrior severely broke the deputy's shoulder, and the latter immediately got up and ran towards the center of the camp.

Half an hour later, the army was assembled. Five tribal warriors led 5,000 young men out. Each of them was a qualified hunter.

The undead Kai was elected as the combat leader by the young men.

At noon, the army had disappeared on the horizon. The marine platoon entered the tribe from the side. On horseback, Jiang Yuan, the leader, had no expression on his face because he did not get any hunting pleasure. From this point of view, culture is indeed closely related to Kaizhi. connected.

The sound of broken clay pots was heard, and the indigenous woman let out a deafening scream when she saw the rumored devil. Panic spread instantly, and brown-skinned children who were no taller than a wheel ran around.

An old native rushed out of the tent with a stone axe. William raised his gun and fired, and the bullet penetrated between his eyebrows.

"You can't make up for the cost by catching this guy."

The Marine platoon arrived at the huge tent in the middle. Dozens of servants fled in all directions. When they walked into the tent, they were greeted by the sound of hungover snores. Seventeen brown-skinned young women with regular features were lying on the ground, and three more looked the same. , according to tradition, the guy who kills the chief will also inherit his wives and concubines.

At the moment, the strongest combat force of this large tribe is sleeping soundly in a package smelling of alcohol. The army dispatched unexpectedly bypassed the powerful person who should be at the top.

"What's going on with him?" Jiang Yuan asked the woman in her thirties, speaking in Aboriginal language.

William, who was not far away, was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had not paid for the two brothers and sisters to go to school in vain.

"Heavenly Warrior, my husband drank four bottles of golden orchid wine last night." The woman lowered her head after speaking. It was obvious that in her perception, the four bottles of golden orchid wine had explained everything.

(End of this chapter)