Return to Primitive Society and Become a Chief

"Damn, why isn't Usma coming!"

After repeatedly picking up several enemies who were about to board the Hengqiao, Aniu didn't pay attention. He also made a hole in his shoulder. The pain made him grin and shout angrily.

When Aniu's voice fell, in the valley, behind the cross bridge, Usma's shout came immediately: "Aniu hold on, I am here!"

As I spoke, I saw that Usma led the only remaining male tribe among more than a dozen tribes, wearing a lot of earthen jars with two wooden spears. The earthen jars were full of heat from animals. oil.

In the dark, Uxma carried the steaming hot oil and climbed onto the cross bridge.

"Aniu, get out of the way!"

Usma shouted.

Upon hearing this, Aniu and the others immediately dispersed to the two sides, from Usma to the front line.

At the same time, on the Hengqiao, no fewer than twenty coalition members had grabbed one side of the Hengqiao and wanted to climb up.

"Go to **** bastard."

With a roar, Usma led the tribe and poured all the hot oil in the earthen jar.

Puff~

There was a scent of meat floating in front of the wooden door. Almost at the same time, one of the coalition members who touched the Hengqiao was counted as one. They all let out a heartbreaking howl and fell from the Hengqiao.

Usma continued to command the tribe to pour hot oil on the coalition members who were making ladders.

In this primitive age where there is no armor protection, the lethality of hot oil can be said to be terrifying.

Moreover, even if there is armor protection, this pot of oil is not deliberately ignored.

All of a sudden, the human ladders dispersed, and dozens of coalition members who were human ladders rolled around on the ground, crying and crying in their arms where they were scalded by the hot oil.

Usma stood on the cross bridge, holding the empty earthen jar, and shouted to the outside: "Come! If you are not afraid of death, come!"

Feng Chuan quickly retreated to the white fox and the others. When the hot oil was splashed, a little bit splashed on his shoulder. At this time, it almost hurt him to death.

"Damn Frost Valley tribe, what are they throwing down!" a patriarch gritted his teeth.

The white fox frowned, the attack failed, and the howling of the dozens of people who had been splashed with hot oil made all people feel fear.

Sure enough, no matter what time it was, the screams of companions were always the most morale-damaging.

"White Fox! Use a trebuchet, use a trebuchet to smash these **** to me!" Feng Chuan roared with a distorted expression.

The white fox frowned and did not move.

The patriarchs of several other tribes also shouted: "Yes, the white fox, use a trebuchet to smash these **** to death."

For a time, the patriarchs asked for the trebuchets to be dispatched.

A Bao looked at the white fox, looking at him with a faint feeling of watching a joke.

Now, everyone is asking for a trebuchet, what should you do?

The white fox glared at Ah Leopard fiercely, and then facing several patriarchs, he said solemnly: "You cannot use a trebuchet."

When the words were spoken, several clansmen were stunned.

Feng Chuan even grabbed the skin of the white fox and said angrily: "Why! As long as we use the trebuchet, we can easily take down the Frost Valley Tribe, why not!"

The white fox glanced at Fengchuan: "The catapult is too devastating. Do you want a Frost Valley tribe with nothing left?"

With this sentence, Feng Chuan didn't know what to say. He stamped his foot in anger and cursed continuously: "Damn it! Damn it!"

The white fox took a deep breath and looked at the Usma people on the cross bridge, saying: "The Frost Valley tribe has more than ten usable combat powers. We only need to kill them. There is no need to use them. The trebuchet is a weapon of mass destruction."

A Leopard secretly raised his thumb next to him, and said that he was really good. It was a white fox who was able to talk. These two words not only concealed the problem that the trebuchet could not be used, but also successfully diverted everyone's attention.

"Offense! Attack me! I will kill the **** who splashed me just now!"

Feng Chuan scolded, jumping.

On the cross bridge, Usma asked everyone to pick up the wooden spear and said, "Never retreat!"

Although more than a dozen Frost Valley people are a little scared, they have already developed a sense of dependence on the Frost Valley tribe, and they have a sense of superiority in their identity as Frost Valley people. They all have a sense of honor and yell: "Never Back!"

In the face of hundreds of coalition members, these more than a dozen Frost Valley people showed an unprecedented temperament that regarded death as home.

This is a phenomenon that did not exist in any tribe before.

"kill!"

Usma shouted, and together with Aniu's Ministry of Security, continued to guard Hengqiao.

Both sides surrounded a cross bridge and killed the whole world.

The word tragic can't describe the situation at this time.

"White Fox! Our people have lost so much! Don't you need a trebuchet!"

When the offensive lasted for more than an hour and the coalition was still unable to break into the Frost Valley tribe for half a step, Feng Chuan couldn't help it anymore and yelled angrily.

Other tribesmen also condemned the white fox by thinking about it with Fengchuan.

For a while, there was a faint sign that as long as the white fox did not agree to use the trebuchet, these angry patriarchs would tear the white fox.

In the face of many furious patriarchs, it was a white fox, and didn't dare to hold it up, so he quickly asked his son to pull the trebuchet up.

Dirt heard this for a moment. Unlike those patriarchs, Dirt knew that the trebuchet could not be used.

But looking at the current situation, the patriarchs demanded that his father ordered him to go again, and the dust didn't know what to do.

"What are you doing in a daze? Go and get the trebuchet over!" The white fox roared, winking at the dust.

There is nothing to do with the dust. I gritted my teeth and stomped my feet, saying that I can't control so much, so I just go.

Looking at the back of the dust with a few people hurried away, the white fox breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the patriarchs: "Now, are you relieved?"

The patriarchs hummed twice, and said nothing else.

The other team leaders stopped talking, but the white fox started: "I said to the front. Once the trebuchet is used, even if the Frost Valley Tribe is taken, the damage will be very large. Then, these consequences will be yours. bear."

Several patriarchs were impatient: "If you know, let's take it."

Mulian held his chin next to him and looked at the white fox. He asked what happened to the white fox. Why have the use of trebuchets been repeatedly blocked?

Is it really worried about the damage caused to the Frost Valley tribe?

However, everyone just used a trebuchet to smash open the wooden door of the Frost Valley tribe. Even if it is damaged, how big can it go?

No, the answer is definitely not that simple.

Could it be that something went wrong with the trebuchet?

Thinking of this, Mulian couldn't help but excite her, raising her head to look at the still reluctant white fox. With a deep heart, she gave birth to an unbelievable idea.

Could it be that the trebuchet was fake from the beginning, it was just a lie by the white fox!

"My father, we have already shipped the trebuchet!"

At this moment, the sound of the dust made Mulian come back to his senses.

She looked up, only to see the dust and a few members of the White Fox tribe standing by the trebuchet, and said to the white fox.

Looking at the white fox again, the face that was even more ugly because of the arrival of the trebuchet, once again let Mulian confirm her thoughts.

"This idiot, don’t you see the secret signal I just gave him? Bring the trebuchet so quickly, bastard, you can’t give me any more time, just a while, I can persuade these patriarchs Use the trebuchet again."

Thinking viciously in his heart, the white fox glared at the dust again.

The dust was taken aback for a moment, and asked if I did something wrong?

Unlike the white fox, the other patriarchs couldn't help being happy after seeing the trebuchet, one by one, they all cheered.

"Quickly the white fox, use the trebuchet to smash this **** wooden door!" a patriarch urged.

The other patriarchs also yelled at his reminder.

For a time, the white fox was embarrassed.

What should I do now?

The trebuchet couldn't be used at all, and if he could take it out, he had already taken a big risk.

Once used, these patriarchs absolutely discovered the problem with the trebuchet. Then, how would they explain it?

What a bastard, I knew this a long time ago. When I came out, I wouldn't bring the catapult out.