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11. Killing

The afternoon sun shines through the dense canopy of trees, leaving thin spots of light in the forest.

There is a lot of humidity in the forest. Although the sunlight is blocked outside, the heat wave cannot be blocked in the forest. The entire forest is like a giant steamer.

The indigenous people's shouts of killing could be heard far away.

This group of natives from Handanar County were driven from the plains to the mountains by evil spirits. However, the indigenous people did not seem to hold any grudge against these evil spirits. Instead, they caused trouble to the Green Empire soldiers everywhere. The small groups of indigenous people engaged in jungle guerrilla warfare.

It has become the biggest problem for the Green Empire's logistics supply line.

The people of the Green Empire occupied this land just for the rich resources of this land. Some slave traders in the Green Empire would at most capture some natives and sell them to some big lords in the main plane of Roland continent.

Become slaves. But in the eyes of evil spirits, these indigenous people are just food that smells sour...

The two natives who were guarding the indigenous leader soon discovered He Boqiang. They mistook He Boqiang for the natives who were lagging behind. When they saw He Boqiang running over, they pointed their wooden spears at the large troops charging in front, signaling to He Boqiang.

Follow me quickly.

He Boqiang never made a sound. When He Boqiang rushed to a place less than 20 meters away from the indigenous leader, the two indigenous people finally discovered the difference in He Boqiang.

The indigenous leader also saw at this time that He Boqiang was not an indigenous person at all. He let out a strange cry and commanded the strong indigenous man under his crotch to retreat. The two indigenous people beside him held wooden spears in their hands and strode forward.

Rush towards He Boqiang.

The distance of more than twenty meters was only a matter of seconds for He Boqiang and the two natives. He Boqiang did not slow down at all while running. He rushed towards a native. Just when the two people were about to collide, that

A native stabbed He Boqiang fiercely with the wooden spear in his hand.

He Boqiang, on the other hand, used his two feet to exert force, jumped up high, swung the Roman sword in his hand like lightning, and accurately struck the indigenous people's wooden spear.

The hardwood spear broke with a sound. He Boqiang took the opportunity to hit the native with his elbow in the face, and also put his knee on the native's chest. When they collided together, there was a series of bone cracking sounds. He Boqiang knocked the native to the ground, and

He Boqiang immediately stepped over his body and chased after the retreating indigenous leader.

Realizing that he could not escape, the indigenous leader forced the strong indigenous man on his crotch to face He Boqiang. The indigenous leader waved a wooden stick with a banner tied in his hand and hit He Boqiang with a red fire.

He Boqiang was startled by the fire, and turned sideways to get the burning stick out of the way. The stick passed past his cheek, and the scorching flames made his face sting.

When the indigenous leader saw that the blow was effective, he was overjoyed and ordered the strong indigenous man under his crotch to pursue him with a "Jili Gulu".

Although He Boqiang was strong, he lacked combat experience. The strong indigenous man carried the leader and stepped forward to pursue him. He raised his foot and kicked He Boqiang in the abdomen. He Boqiang retreated in embarrassment. The Roman sword in his hand instinctively thrust forward, and his wrist went up.

He lifted it up and actually opened a two-foot-long mouth on the chest of the strong native man. His abdomen and chest were cut open with a sharp weapon, and the internal organs were squeezed out along the wound and flowed all over the floor.

The strong man wailed and fell to the ground.

The indigenous leader riding on his neck also lost his center of gravity and fell down.

He Boqiang didn't expect that his body's instinctive reaction would be so sharp. He was a little panicked just now, his mind went blank, and the movements of his hands were completely subconscious, but he took advantage of the situation and killed the burly indigenous man.

The indigenous leader who fell to the ground dropped the long stick in his hand. At this time, he was about to crawl over and pick up the long stick. How could He Boqiang let him get his weapon back? He clenched his hand.

With the Roman sword inside, he gritted his teeth and threw himself on the indigenous leader, stabbing the sharp Roman sword into the back of the indigenous leader's heart.

The native guard who caught up from behind stabbed He Boqiang in the back of the neck with a wooden spear.

Out of his body's instinctive reaction, He Boqiang subconsciously held his chest and lowered his head, the wooden spear barely sticking to his scalp to pierce the air.

He Boqiang grabbed the wooden spear with one hand, and the Roman sword in the other hand stabbed into the chest of the indigenous guard. The indigenous guard held his chest and fell on the leader. He Boqiang was worried that the indigenous guard would still struggle to death, so he stretched out his hand to carry the indigenous guard in a mess.

With his broken braid, he used a Roman sword to wipe the neck of the native guard hard, and the native guard died immediately.

After killing three natives in a row, the hot blood in his body was still rushing, and his heartbeat was beating like a drum. He Boqiang was exhausted and sat on the forest clearing covered with dead leaves, his hands clenched tightly.

The sword rolled to the ground at this moment, and the blood on his body quickly condensed, making the palm of his hand a little sticky.

He Boqiang wanted to find some dead leaves and wipe the blood off his hands.

Before he could sit on the ground and take a breath, the indigenous people hiding deep in the jungle discovered that their leader had been killed. They immediately let out rapid shouts in the dense forest. The voices rose and fell one after another, and the news of the indigenous leader's death spread quickly.

The nearby indigenous people gathered around He Boqiang's position. Before the indigenous people arrived, messy arrows were flying one after another. A wooden arrow happened to land at He Boqiang's feet and lost its power.

He Boqiang saw countless natives approaching and surrounded them. He was so frightened that he did not dare to hesitate anymore. He picked up the Roman sword on the ground and the long staff of the native leader with a banner tied to it, and rushed towards the gap in the encirclement.

Probably the natives who were charging in the front also learned the news of their leader's death. The natives who were charging in the front immediately collapsed. Countless natives chased the lone He Boqiang and gave up the easy victory without hesitation.

He Boqiang was worried about being torn apart by the angry natives behind him, so he ran in the direction he was coming with all his strength. Some natives wanted to stop He Boqiang halfway, but no one could stop him.

Behind He Boqiang, hundreds of indigenous people formed a fan shape, shouting desperately and chasing He Boqiang.

He Boqiang did not expect that he would offend all the natives by killing the indigenous leader single-handedly. He did not even dare to look back at the situation behind him, so he could only run forward as hard as he could.

I don’t know how far I ran, but I felt that my legs were getting heavier and heavier. The air I breathed into my lungs seemed to be never enough. There was a salty taste in my throat. He Boqiang knew that he was beginning to experience exhaustion.

Despite the situation, the natives kept clinging to their backs and did not fall far behind.

He Boqiang's feet gave way as he ran. He tripped over something and his body flew forward uncontrollably.

He Boqiang's face was pressed hard against the forest floor full of fallen leaves, and his body somersaulted forward, like a hard-landing airplane, lifting up all the large fallen leaves in the forest, and his whole body fell to the ground.

I was so confused that my mind went blank, with only one thought: 'It's over!'

Just when he was filled with despair, a melodious horn sounded from across the forest, followed by a boiling cry of killing...


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