The deaths of a dozen soldiers could not stop Aztlan's Tao Tao offensive. As soon as the soldier in front fell, the soldiers behind him took over. In the blink of an eye, Gan and the chief were surrounded by Aztlan soldiers again.
Gan couldn't help but sigh: "There are a lot of people. Although it feels good to be able to fight for a long time, I really don't want to fight against the legions. They are crowded, the space is too small, and the fight is too tiring."
Having said that, Gan's tone did not give people the feeling that he was in trouble. He continued to look at the chief and said, "Hey, grandpa, you should still be able to stand up, right? I can see that you still have your strength, so don't lie down on the ground and be lazy?"
"Is this what you should say to an old man?"
The chief stood up angrily. He picked up an Aztlan spear that had fallen on the ground, tested the sharpness of the obsidian spear tip with his fingertips, and then turned his back to Gan to prepare for an attack.
"My child, I'll leave it to you after this. Is that okay?"
"No problem. If I can't beat you, I will remind grandpa before I run away."
"That's not 'no problem'."
The chief roared even more angrily. But the situation no longer allowed them to continue chatting, so the old and the young each faced the enemies surrounding them. In the blink of an eye, they were lost in the surging crowd.
Wuwuyi and others could see all this clearly from a distance.
"That little hooligan." Rolos spat unwillingly, "I didn't expect that he was really capable of doing something to Wu Wu Yi."
"If I can save my father and the clan members without him having to do anything, it doesn't matter if I take off my skirt myself." Wuwuyi stared at Rolos dissatisfied, "But you who are still watching from the outside now, what qualifications do you have to say? Is he a gangster?"
"Wuwuyi, this is for the sake of the tribe. You are just a woman...just a child. How many seedlings do we have to leave behind?"
"Then why don't you take them with you?" Wuwuyi pointed angrily at the women and children hiding behind the line, "Aren't they just like me, women and children?"
"This won't work! If there are only a few people, we can still escape. If there are more people, Aztlan will definitely divide his forces to catch up!"
As he spoke, the battlefield situation changed again - the two wings of Aztlan's army spared the main force of the fighting parties and moved towards the old, weak and sick who stayed behind the tribe to kill them!
"These despicable Aztlan people!" Lolos' eyes suddenly turned red, "We haven't even retreated yet!"
"Lolos!" Wuwuyi stamped her foot anxiously, "Why don't you take me back quickly to save people?"
Rolos gritted his teeth tightly, as if he was about to rush back to fight at any moment. But he took no further action.
"It's hard to say whether we can save people if we go back like this. But there is a high probability that we will die."
After swallowing a few breaths, Rolos calmed down, squatted down and pressed Wuwuyi's shoulders seriously.
"Wuwuyi, aren't you afraid of death?"
"Afraid." Wuwuyi gritted his teeth and said, "But if I run away like today, my life would be worse than death!"
After being stunned for a moment, Rolos suddenly laughed. Immediately, he stood up suddenly, raised the spear in his hand, and shouted to the two tribesmen on the left and right: "Follow me and rush back! Fight with those despicable Aztlan people!"
"...Um, is there a war ahead?"
A female voice that was extremely inconsistent with the atmosphere sounded at this moment. Rolos turned around and saw a woman walking towards this side. He was probably a blind man, with a piece of black cloth covering his eyes. His hands were groping in the air, stumbling every step he took.
But for some reason, the direction she was heading in happened to be facing Rolos and the others.
How could Rolos be in the mood to pay attention to a blind man at this time? He was about to leave her and run back, but heard the woman say again:
"The kid who was leading me ran away on his own. I was a little confused about the direction. That was a kid who ran very fast. Did you see him? Also, in front of me was a kid who was talking to the Aztlan people. Fighting?"
When asking Rolos, her head was slightly raised like all blind people, staring into the void where there was nothing.
"It seems that they are the family members of that boy." Wuwuyi whispered, "Lolos, that boy is helping us, we can't leave her family members here."
While talking, the woman had already walked up to Rolos. Her hair was a gorgeous crimson, her cheeks were slightly red under the black eye mask, and there was a decorative iron chain tied around her white neck. The same chains were still tied around her wrists, waist, and thighs. Compared with the iron chains tied around the neck, these other iron chains are not a ring, but hang down one by one. Each iron chain has a small bell tied to it, which swings with the swing of the girl's waist. , these bells jingle.
Such clothing is not revealing, but for some reason, it makes Rolos feel a primitive and pure desire in his heart. He didn't want to show his timidity in front of Wuwuyi, so he hurriedly turned away and replied: "Is it the child with the dagger? He rushed into the Aztlan army."
"Great, can you please take me there?" the girl said, "The child is not here, there are many things I can't do."
Rolos was anxious to go back to help his fellow tribesmen and did not want to talk more, so he said: "Grab our hands, and they will run away. Can you keep up?"
The woman nodded slightly and stretched out her hand towards Rolos. But Rolos didn't dare to touch it at all. He signaled Wuwuyi to hold the woman with his eyes, and he ran towards the tribe.
Because he pulled someone along, Rolos ran far ahead of Wuwuyi. Seeing Wuwuyi lagging behind, Rolos felt a little happy.
"Speed up, don't let Wuwuyi catch up," Rolos said, "We will attack the enemy directly."
"What to do?" asked the two tribesmen who were following. They knew that even if these three people joined the battle, the effect would be minimal.
"Surprise from the flank, as long as it can cause panic, it is a success!"
Thousands of Aztlan soldiers outflanking from both sides have begun to fight with the dozens of men left behind by the chief. Rolos said nothing more, and led the two people behind him to rush in towards the side of the Aztlan!
"Die! Aztlan!"
Before he finished speaking, there was a "click" and blood splashed on Rolos' face. Rolos' body suddenly froze in place. He saw several tall and strong Aztlan soldiers turning to face him. The maquawit in one of the soldiers' hands cleanly cut off his companion's head. The obsidian saw blades inlaid on both sides had already Drenched with blood.
——A flank attack with only three people cannot cause chaos to an army.
Anger was replaced by fear. Reason returned to Lolos' mind. He took a few steps back tremblingly, then suddenly turned his head and shouted to Wuwuyi who was running over:
"Run quickly——"
The Aztlan soldier stuck out his tongue and licked the blood splattered at the corner of his mouth. The smell of blood excited him, and he motioned to his companions to stay still, while he smiled and raised the bloody Makwat saw sword again, and slashed at another tribesman. The knife fell from the hand, and the head fell to the ground. The Aztlan soldier laughed loudly. The two consecutive heads still couldn't satisfy him. He smiled heartily, and the terrifying obsidian saw sword struck straight down at Lolos!
Rolos helplessly raised his stone spear to block. He was not inferior to the Aztlan soldier in strength, and was even better. However, the wooden spear body was struck by the thick and sharp obsidian saw sword, and it was immediately severe. There was an unpleasant "squeak" sound. The Aztlan warrior calmly retracted his saw sword, and Lolos seized the opportunity to stab the soldier with his spear. However, the stone spear tip encountered the Aztlan soldier's cotton armor and was unable to penetrate deeply. As the Aztlan warrior swung the saw sword down for the second time, the entire stone spear broke into two pieces.
Lolos, who lost his weapon, retreated in panic, searching for other weapons that could be used on the ground as he retreated. But the Aztlan soldiers didn't give her a chance to find the weapon again. The huge obsidian saw sword chased it and slashed three times in a row, each time seeming to cut him in half. After dodging three times, Rolos was knocked to the ground. His head was scratched by the sharp obsidian blade around the saw sword, and half of his sight was blocked by the bright red blood flowing down. The obsidian saw sword was raised for the fourth time without mercy and struck him in the middle of the head.
