The temporary resident of the Bia tribe is in a flat area deep in the woods, consisting of hundreds of houses built with branches and thatch.

At this time, a group of people wearing the military uniforms of Seba warlords rushed into the garrison.

Several tall soldiers were carrying fuel tanks and holding long flamethrowers in their hands, and were destroying the tribe's thatched houses and tragically killing the tribe's people.

Countless long flames spewed out, and the hot flames instantly swallowed the thatched huts, turning the house into a ball of burning fireballs.

The people in the room screamed and ran out of the room, and their bodies turned into big fire people.

They struggled in the fire, howled in pain, and were burned alive.

The shrill and harsh howling burst through the sky, shocking people.

However, this not only did not get the sympathy of the fire-breathing soldiers, but when they looked at them like that, they continued to spray the fire with a grim smile and continued to kill wildly.

They are no longer humans, but more vicious devils than beasts.

Some people in the tribe also launched a resistance, grabbed their tǔqiāng and bows and arrows, and fought back against the invading enemies.

However, their resistance was weak.

A tribal warrior had just set up his bow to shoot archers, and the gunshots rang out and beat the warriors into hornets' nests on the spot.

A tribal warrior picked up a earth-made gun and shot it. Before the smoke of guns had dissipated, he was aimed at by more than a dozen guns. The bullets like rain hit him in a bloody and fell to the ground.

A leader in the army was watching his subordinates slaughtering, and looking at the tribe's miserable situation, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The raging fire reflected his dark and hideous face red, and the cold pupils reflected all the struggling firemen.

The leader was smiling proudly, and a subordinate hurriedly came to report: "Report, a group of people are rushing towards this side, as if they are from the tribe."

"Huh?" The leader paused first, then grinned: "There are people who have escaped the net. Send one to line up and kill them all, and no one to keep."

"Yes." The subordinate agreed and turned around and was about to convey the order.

With a "bang", a ball of blood mist exploded on his head, and the person fell down with a bang, and the blood splashed on the leader's face.

"Protect General." The black soldiers were shocked, and the soldiers around the leader shouted.

The leader also responded quickly, pulling his gun in his hand and hiding behind a big tree.

The bad thing is that all his soldiers participated in the crazy killing and robbery, and not many people stayed by their side.

It is not easy for those soldiers who are trapped in crazy killing and looting to recall them in a short while.

The next moment, gunfire and bows whistling sounded.

Yu Fei and Biya took the lead.

The gun in Yu Fei's hand was sprayed with angry flames, one shot at a time.

The bow and arrow in Biya's hand were not weak, and he almost shot out his arrows, following Yu Fei and constantly hitting the target.

The tribes behind saw their tribes being slaughtered and furiously attacked them, whether they were guns or spears.

The people around the black officer fell down one after another, and the brave and angry tribal soldiers rushed up instantly, scaring the black officer so much that they jumped. They quickly retreated under the escort of the two soldiers, and at the same time shouted the soldiers who were slaughtering to come to "protect the car".

Yu Fei saw the officer's uniform and flew over like a cheetah. He knocked down the two soldiers beside him with two "bang" shots. Then he appeared behind the officer like a ghost. He grabbed his iron hand and grabbed his neck with his left hand, and pressed the cold muzzle against his head.

"If you want to survive, please let your soldiers stop killing and put down your gun." Yu Fei made a cold voice in local language.

"Yes, don't kill me, don't kill me." This officer was very cruel and proud of killing others, but when it was his turn, he was also afraid of death.

"Kill him!" The furious Biya rushed up from behind, and a scimitar in his hand was about to stab the vicious leader's stomach, but was urgently stopped by Yu Fei.

"Bia, calm down." Yu Fei shouted. "I can't calm down. I want to avenge my tribe." Biya roared, his eyes red and his face was twisted in the fire. He shook Yu Fei's hand hard and stabbed it into the officer's stomach with a knife. Then he slashed open his stomach, and his intestines followed by bloody things.

Here comes.

“Ah——, ah—.”

The leader let out a heart-wrenching scream, and Yu Fei endured the disgust and had to let this guy go.

The screams of the leading commander finally made the slaughtered soldiers react. They stopped killing and looting, and rushed over with guns.

Yu Fei had to cross the guns in his hands, and continued to shoot again, pulling the trigger continuously. The two blocking guns spewed out balls of flames, and the soldiers rushing over screamed and fell down.

Biya was still unhappy with his hatred. He cut off the leader's head, raised it high, and let out a roar like a tiger roar in the mountains.

Seeing the enemy leader being killed by his own leader, the morale of the tribe's soldiers was greatly boosted and launched a more fierce charge. Spears stabbed into the enemy's body, and sharp arrows shot through the enemy's throat.

When the black soldiers saw their commander finished, they saw the madness of the tribe warriors, especially when Yu Fei was there, reaping the lives of their accomplices like a god of death.

Many people were scared and had no intention of resisting, and they ran away one after another.

These people have no leader. If one of them takes the lead, there will naturally be a second person to follow suit. In a blink of an eye, these devils who were just vicious just now turned into deserters who fled in a panic.

How could the angry tribal warriors let them go? They chased them behind and killed them for a fierce attack.

They live in this area, familiar with the terrain of the woods, and walk like flying in the woods, which is not comparable to those black soldiers who have just arrived here.

A few hours later, the battle ended.

The rebels of the túshā tribe probably had a platoon of troops, and more than 30 people, including the leader, were wiped out, and only a small part escaped.

After this battle, Biya's tribe turned into ruins, and the tribe suffered heavy losses.

In the past, after several massacres of thousands of people, and this time, when the number of people was finally counted, all of them were counted, and there were less than 500 people left.

Among the five hundred people, most of the remaining ones were young and strong, with nearly two hundred people. The elderly and children were weak, and they were not capable of protecting themselves. In addition, they were unable to escape during the massacre, so the losses were the most heavy.

...

The chief was a very old man with black and white painted faces, layers of wrinkles were like old tree bark.

He was already dying. Seeing his son Bea come back, he handed a black boy to Bea's hands and solemnly instructed: "Bia, you must swear to God and protect Prince Arnold with your life."
Chapter completed!