Faced with the increasingly clear approach of the white devils, people of all tribes are praying wholeheartedly for God's protection.
But the young man named Bison stood up and uttered words that were disrespectful to the God of Nature.
All the tribesmen were stunned, and at the same time they were even more frightened.
The mother of the bison knelt forward and grabbed the corner of her son's animal skin clothes: "Bison, kneel down and pray to the God of Nature with all your heart..."
Many people also opened their mouths to rebuke.
The bison shook off his mother's hand, pulled out the obsidian spear from his back, and stuck it in the snow.
He looked at the white people coming from afar with burning eyes.
At this moment, the crisp singing stopped.
"The bison is right! The God of Nature no longer protects us, then we will fight the devils until we return to the embrace of the God of Nature!"
But he saw that the girl who was slightly older than the bison also stood up with a determined look on her face. She stood with the bison, but she was holding a long bow in her hand.
She is the daughter of the patriarch, Golden Swallow. It is said that when she was born, the father of the patriarch saw a swallow flying in the sky when he went out. The sun shone on the swallow's feathers, dyeing them golden, so he named her after this. .
Now the patriarch and warriors may have been killed by white people. Jin Yan is the nominal chief of the tribe. She stood up to echo the bison. The other women also stood up one after another. They blocked the children at the back, holding bone spears or bows and arrows. Standing behind Jin Yan and Bison.
The strange screams of the white people were getting closer and closer, and many people began to tremble subconsciously.
At the same time, their hearts became completely desperate!
This is not a fair fight!
However, ever since the white devils set foot in their homeland, the word fairness has never appeared, and they no longer have extravagant hopes.
The wind and snow seemed to have started again, with snowflakes flying all over the sky hitting the clansmen's bodies and faces...
However, they all held the crude weapons in their hands tightly and stared at the white people who were getting closer and closer in front of them.
Suddenly, a ray of light cut through the sky.
The wind and snow are getting worse!
And the sky became brighter at this moment!
And one person also fell in front of hundreds of clan members!
"Wind God!"
"It's the God of Wind!"
"Praise the wind god!"
"Great God of Wind, please save us!"
At this desperate moment, the people suddenly fell from the sky, which immediately shocked these natives!
But then they all shouted in ecstasy, and knelt on the ground with tears in their eyes and prayed sincerely.
Jin Yan and Yin Niu stood at the front of the team and were closest to the man. At this moment, the two boys and girls were shocked beyond words. They all looked at this man infatuatedly.
But he saw that man with long black hair, eyes as dark as obsidian, with a trace of curiosity and surprise, and a kind smile on his jade-like cheeks.
This smile made both Jin Yan and Bison feel so warm.
Maybe the smile of the gods should be like this!
This is definitely not the new god of the white people, but our wind god!
He has the same skin and looks as us!
Although there is no man more beautiful than Fengshen in all our tribes, there are men who are half or six similar to each other, and they are also the most beautiful men in the tribe!
"Great God of Wind, your kindness is like the warmth in the cold winter, shining on our people. We pray to you to protect us and protect us from..."
Jin Yan knelt down, and so did the bison.
Jin Yan's voice was clear and sweet, but to Huang Xiao's ears, he couldn't understand a single word.
The Indian language system is very complex. There are at least hundreds of languages on the entire continent. However, Huang Xiao also roughly understood what the indigenous girl was talking about.
He turned around and looked at the white cavalrymen who were getting closer and closer.
He smiled calmly and took out the M16A2 from his back.
M16 is the most famous series of rifles produced in the beautiful country. Its full name is Colt M16. It is widely used in more than 100 countries in the world and is known as one of the six famous guns. There are many derivative versions.
Huang Xiao’s M16A2 is one of them.
But Huang Xiao methodically pulled out the grenade launcher, installed it on the barrel, loaded it, and fired!
"boom!"
In the center is the first ranger.
That man and his horse were blown to pieces!
Jin Yan and other indigenous people, and even the white people were shocked!
The war horses neighed, some ran to the side, some stopped, and some even rushed forward in a hurry.
Huang Xiao calmly reloaded and fired.
"boom!"
Another cavalryman was blown to pieces.
"Oh God, what a weapon this is!"
The white people panicked, turned their horses and fled.
Huang Xiao took off the launcher and fired one shot at a time, as if he was taking a leisurely stroll.
However, whenever a gun is fired, a white man will fall to the ground!
It wasn't until the remaining dozen white men escaped from the shooting range that Huang Xiao took away the A2.
Jin Yan and other tribesmen simply couldn’t believe their eyes.
The God of Wind actually defeated the invincible white devil by himself!
After a short period of silence, hundreds of people burst into loud cheers, and everyone looked at Huang Xiao in awe and reverence.
Jin Yan started chattering again. Huang Xiao was speechless. He really didn't know how to do this.
"Let's go and have a look!"
Huang Xiao pointed to the place where the smoke was still coming out, and ignored these people who didn't understand.
Sure enough, after Huang Xiao said it, everyone was at a loss.
Is this a divine word?
What does it mean when the wind god points to our home?
Jin Yan tried to explain to Huang Xiao.
Huang Xiao smiled, waved to Jin Yan and others, and walked forward.
The tribesmen understood Huang Xiao's gesture and followed Huang Xiao cautiously.
Five or six ownerless war horses were wandering around. The natives looked at them in awe. Only the young men such as the bison were eager to try, but some were afraid.
Huang Xiao smiled. Before the Spaniards set foot in the Americas, horses in the Americas had been extinct for more than 13,000 years. From the ancient Indian murals discovered through archeology, future generations can learn that horses at that time were considered the most important thing in the eyes of the natives. An easier food to hunt than bison.
When the Europeans came over on war horses, the natives even thought it was a kind of god, and the cavalry sat on it. The natives thought that the man and the horse were one, and named them half-man beasts.
However, although the natives now know that this is also a kind of wild beast, their long-term awe still prevents them from stepping forward.
Huang Xiao pointed at the leaping bison, then pointed at a few older-looking boys and pointed at the horses.
The bison and others thought they had received the guidance of the wind god, and their courage suddenly increased! Go forward.
War horses have been trained by humans for a long time and are already close to humans. Coupled with the recent terrorist attack, the horses subconsciously want to seek protection and comfort from humans.
Therefore, the bison and the others quickly walked back happily leading their horses.
They knelt in front of Huang Xiao and chatted.
Huang Xiao smiled and nodded.
The other natives also cheered.
In their opinion, this is a manifestation of the wind god's magical power. Otherwise, how could such a monster be led over so easily by these half-grown boys.
When he was about to pass by the battlefield, Huang Xiao took some detours. Although he had experienced the battlefield in Liaodong, he would naturally not let himself suffer if he could avoid seeing this bloody scene.
Huang Xiao rode on a horse, nodded to the young bison natives, and pointed toward the battlefield.
The bison was a little unsure.
Jin Yan said: "Lord Fengshen may want you to see if all the white devils are dead, and also bring over the devils' weapons."
The bison was very excited.
Jin Yan said: "Be careful, if there are no dead devils, use obsidian to kill them!"
The bison nodded solemnly, let the tribesmen hold the war horse, and ran towards the battlefield with a few friends.
