After traveling through ancient times, she became a wild woman

Aban held the big black knife across his chest, and swung out his left hand, hitting the big lynx in the face and sending the big lynx flying off the boat.

Aban: "..."

Maybe it was because the big lynx was so well-liked by the tribesmen that they didn't expect that any human would dare to do something to it, and that's why A-Ban succeeded.

Ah Ban's eyes were fierce. No matter what, they were already in a fight to the death with those humans, and the big lynx had to die too.

The scene was chaotic, some people fell down, some rushed over, some fell into the water, and some climbed up.

Those wearing clothes and those not wearing clothes fight together. It doesn't matter who your opponent is, just hit your enemy.

A good weapon like the big black sword is no longer unique to the Qinglong tribe. It was robbed by the enemy and became the enemy's weapon.

A good weapon is a good weapon, but it just doesn't have eyes and doesn't know who its owner is. It just strikes the opposite side of it.

Several tribesmen were killed by big black swords.

A'Ban watched his tribesmen die under the big black knife, roaring, angry, roaring, desperate to kill, his eyes were red.

He will use every ounce of strength in his body and shed every last drop of his blood.

He couldn't breathe, he couldn't stop, he had to push harder and harder, he had to push harder and harder.

The rain was heavy, but no matter how heavy it was, it couldn't stop the blood in front of his eyes.

Everything he saw was red, and everything he passed was blood.

My nose could no longer smell the smell of blood, only the smell of rain.

He was like a robot, slashing people with a knife.

If the knife is gone, use your fists or arms.

Break the opponent's neck.

Kick the opponent's neck.

Break the opponent's neck with your elbow.

Pick them up and throw them overboard.

Use the fastest speed and the simplest moves to attack every human without clothes.

There was no sound in his ears, no shouts, no screams, no heavy rain, no ice blasts, only enemies.

One enemy after another.

The enemy was gone. He saw the big lynx charging at him with its teeth bared and its mouth slit. He didn't have a knife in his hand, so he fanned it with his hands, kicked it with his feet, and bit it with his mouth.

A man wearing clothes staggered over, and Aban, who wanted to chop him down with a knife, stopped immediately.

Clothed humans!

It's his tribe!
Ah Ban suddenly woke up and looked at A Ju who was staggering towards him: "A Ju."

He called out Aju's name, but he didn't hear his own voice.

His voice had long since become hoarse from shouting.

Aju covered his wound, staggered to Aban's side, sat in the blood, and cried in his voice: "Dead, all dead."

The luminous pearl swayed even more violently in the storm, and the shadows it illuminated were shaken and shattered, unable to be pieced together.

Sitting on the deck, Aju's shadow sometimes grew longer and shorter, sometimes his head looked like a human being, and sometimes he looked like a headless beast.

Aban's standing figure was shaken and broken.

Even so, he stood upright and scanned the deck with the light of the night pearl.

Everywhere he saw there were corpses and corpses, and there wasn't even a place to put his feet.

No matter how strong the rainstorm was, it could not wash away the blood on the deck and the blood sprayed on the walls.

Corpses on top of corpses, bobcats on top of corpses, weapons on top of corpses.

Suddenly, Aban's eyes suddenly froze, and he saw the female's body.

The female is clothed, stabbing an unclothed male with a large black knife in her hand, and she herself has a spear stuck in her back.

There was also a female wearing clothes. Her clothes had been cut to pieces by a big black knife, and blood was still flowing.

She was lying on her back with fierce and determined eyes. The big black knife she held in her hand passed through her belly, connecting a naked male to her.

There is also a female who is wearing clothes. She has broken her right hand and holds a broken spear in her left hand. She stabs the neck of an unclothed male with a big black knife in his hand.

The big black knife in the male's hand stabbed into the female's belly.perish together.

Not just these three females, but others as well.

Each of them uses their own way to protect this big ship, protect their tribe, and protect their people.

A'Ban looked at such a tragic scene and opened his mouth to shout something, but no sound came out.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound.

He wanted to shout, but couldn't.

He fell to his knees on the deck with a loud bang. He cried out silently and collapsed, slapping his head hard with both hands.

He had a feeling of anger that he wanted to vent, but it was stuffed in his chest and he couldn't shout or blow out.

He felt nothing but pain.

His people...

The rainstorm was even fiercer than before, as if the sky was about to collapse.

It's also like he wants to wash away all the blood on the deck and restore it to its previous clarity and cleanliness.

Bingbaozi suddenly stopped, as if celebrating that he was not dead, but also as if he couldn't bear to inflict more wounds on him.

The breath in his chest could not come out. He knelt in the rain, his whole body dumb and stupid.

How was he going to explain to the clan leader that so many clan members had died?

The patriarch believed in him so much, but he messed up the matter.

There was a figure shaking in front of his eyes. A-Ban looked towards the person and heard her say: "A-Ban, you are injured and need to be bandaged to stop the bleeding. Go in first."

Ah Ban opened his mouth: "Is anyone still alive?"

He heard his own voice, very soft, hoarse and weak: "Are you still alive?"

Awen nodded repeatedly: "Many people are alive, really, Aban, you did a good job."

Aban looked at her with disbelief: "Are they really alive?"

"Well, alive." Awen knelt in front of A-Ban with tears in his eyes, "You didn't let them rush into the eaves of the boat. Our tribe is alive and well."

Aban looked forward with red eyes: "Where are they?"

Awen followed his gaze and looked over, and when he saw the female corpse, tears fell from his eyes: "They are warriors."

Warriors would join the fight to protect the tribe.

Awen wiped away the tears mixed with the rain: "They said that they are also members of the Qinglong tribe and cannot hide while you fight. They are good warriors taught by Arthur, and they are very happy to protect the tribe."

I'm very happy to be able to help protect the tribe.

Ah Ban was stunned for a moment before he said, "Oh!"

He felt so uncomfortable, he wanted to yell, he wanted to shout, but he couldn't.

Awen stretched out his hand towards him: "You get up first and take care of the wound... and what to do next, everyone is waiting for you."

Aban suddenly came back to his senses, yes, the clan leader asked him to be the captain, not to let him be in a daze, but to protect the clansmen and make decisions for them.

The clan leader said, it doesn’t matter if you can’t come up with an idea. Just ask the clansmen what they think and then choose an idea that everyone agrees with.

Don't say "Let's go with everyone", otherwise everyone will be flustered, scared and in chaos.

The patriarch taught him rightly, he needs to cheer up.

Aban stood up with Awen's hand and staggered towards the eaves of the boat.

Every step he took and looked at the corpse on the ground felt like he was walking on the tip of a knife, which made him so painful that he couldn't breathe.

There were a lot of males and females sitting on the eaves of the boat, all of them wounded and bleeding.

A dozen females were already pounding herbs and bandaging the injured tribesmen to stop bleeding.

Seeing that there are still people alive and that the clan members are well protected, Aban is very happy.

But this happiness made his chest feel uncomfortable.

If the clan leader were here, wouldn't so many clan members die?

If he had been stronger, wouldn't so many clan members have died? (End of chapter)