As the two sides confronted each other, a hoarse voice was roaring in a small tent next to the large tent of the Cree royal court: "Damn it, let me meet Chief Colmarco. I have to meet Cole. Chief Marco!"

There is a wooden cage in the small tent. A thin and haggard man is holding the wooden cage and roaring loudly. The two Cree fighters standing next to the wooden cage just glanced at the haggard man indifferently. , Looked at each other again, and moved the realization directly elsewhere.

"Two brothers, I heard the horns assembled outside. Did the Cherokee kill here? If this is the case, please call Chief Colmarco over. I have important things. I want to report to the Chief, please also..."

　　 "Shut up! You **** fellow! It is because of you that our tribe has fallen into this state!" A guard man turned his head and yelled sharply.

Another guard man also said angrily: "Bighorn sheep, do you think you are still the bighorn sheep who has been with the Chief Chief? Have you forgotten what kind of mistakes you made? Four thousand. The lives of the tribesmen have disappeared forever because of your command. Even the men of your tribe have all died under your wrong command! Bighorn sheep, what qualifications do you have to meet the great Chief Kormark? What qualifications do you have to say these things now? So, you should shut up!"

　　 The sharp accusation of the guard man made the man in the wooden cage ashamed to cover his head, his hands and ten fingers just grabbed his messy hair, and the pain was extremely painful. This man was a bighorn sheep.

However, when the horn outside sounded again, the big horn sheep suddenly raised its head, and said urgently to the two men outside the wooden cage: "Two brothers, I don't want to see the chief now, but you can I can’t say to the chief, just say that when fighting the **** Cherokee, we must not let our soldiers line up and charge! We must spread our soldiers as much as possible, so that Cherokee The power of the horror weapons of the Ji people will be reduced to the lowest. Two brothers, I beg you, the bighorn sheep, please take my words to the chieftain now. This is related to the lives of the warriors of our tribe today... …"

　　 If Shi Xiong heard these words, he would be shocked, because Bighorn Sheep's words just said the most effective way to deal with bullet-throwing. The stone bear will definitely admire the bighorn sheep. This bighorn sheep figured out a way to deal with bullet-throwing after just a battle...

It's a pity that the two guys guarding the bighorn sheep didn't even listen to what the bighorn sheep said. The poisonous tongue guy just sneered and said, "Bighorn sheep, you're here to wait for your head to be beheaded! Last time it was because of that. Your command, the tribe has killed so many elite fighters, and now you still want to use your stinky head to make stinky ideas? Don’t you dislike the fact that there were few clansmen who died last time?"

Another guard man simply took out his bone stick and slammed it up against the big horn sheep's face. With just one click, the big horn sheep let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground. His mouth and nose began to fall. Bleeding blood out.

"Damn guy, I still want to confuse the Chief Chief at this time! If it weren't for the Chief Chief who said he would kill this guy after victory and sacrifice to the heavens and sacrifice those dead brothers, I want to kill this guy now!" He took out the bone stick and said bitterly.

　　 The other poisonous tongue patted him on the shoulder and spit at the bighorn sheep lying on the ground. The poisonous tongue man knew that the brother of the man next to him died in the battle commanded by the bighorn sheep, and he couldn't even find his body...

　　 No one paid attention to what happened in this small tent, and no one paid attention to it. Now all the Cree’s minds are placed on the Cherokee who is a few miles away on the opposite side.

　　 Seeing those terrifying Harpak line up in the distance, Chief Kormark's pupils began to shrink.

"These Cherokee people are really so powerful? The last time we fought, there were 20,000 fighters on our side! How could it be possible to be defeated and flee in front of this mere two thousand people? Did these people really suffer? Harpak's favor?"

　　 Chief Kormac's eyes flashed a hesitant and worried look, and then disappeared.

　　 He took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the strong men behind him, and sighed slightly in his heart. The fighters behind them are almost all the fighting power that the entire Cree can gather at present. Those fighters who had fled from the battlefield were shocked. Perhaps after a period of calm, they could become a group of qualified fighters again, but now, they absolutely cannot appear on the battlefield near the royal court.

　　 Once the scared fighters show up here, they will easily rout again. In that case, things can't be undone.

　　 So, now I can only count on these soldiers urgently summoned from the south to defeat the **** Cherokee.

"My people, my brothers, now, the Cherokees who killed our four thousand brothers are standing in front of us! Yes, they have a kind of scary weapon, maybe they really are Be possessed by the evil Harpak, but don’t forget, this is the royal court of our Cree ~ lightnovelpub.net~ This is the place where our Cree totem pole is. Here, we are great The **** of the sun and the **** of the sky will always look after us, and the Cherokees on the opposite side won't take any advantage here!"

"Think about it, if those **** Cherokees really break here, then our entire Cree tribe will be completely ruined! And your wives and children, your parents will also die in these **** Cherokees. In human hands! So, my brothers, my people, use your greatest courage and use your greatest strength to protect your wives, children and parents, and protect our sacred totem pole! My brothers , My people, I will always stand here with you to fight the **** Cherokee! I will stand here without taking a step back! Brothers, take your weapons and kill those damned Cherokees! Cherokee!"

　　 I have to say that although Chief Colmarco has become a greasy fat man, no longer the bravery of his youth, but there is no doubt that his eloquence is really quite good. Under his instigation, those Cree men screamed like crazy.

A tall, sturdy man leading the front of these warriors suddenly lifted the thick and somewhat terrifying stone stick in his hand and shouted: "Brothers, come with me! The time has come to protect our tribe. Let's smash the heads of those Cherokee people with the weapons in our hands..."

　　

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