Chief don't slap in the face

"what are you doing?"

Xia Qingtian accused.

The chaotic command caused the soldiers to be in a mess. The soldiers who didn't have much fighting spirit immediately ran away. Anyway, when the military judge asked, he said that the superiors ordered them to run.

"What are you going to do?"

The bearded man roared: "If you want to repay the chief's kindness, go by yourself, don't let others die with you!"

The generals also slowed down, looking at the city gate in shock.

The twelve giant spirit gods with 'words' who had already been on standby immediately ran wildly, killed them, and faced the remaining Molten Giants, they turned out totem poles.

boom! boom! boom!

The Molten Giant was directly sent flying, and the part that was hit by the smashed cracks spread and collapsed directly.

"The ancestors are above!"

Looking at these 12-meter-tall giants, the generals were almost suffocated, and their faces were dull. How can they fight?

Until now, everyone finally understood how the chief died!

The Molten Giant is the Xia Clan's trump card unit, but in front of these twelve giants, it's like a totem pole can blow up one of them.

Rolling, rolling without suspense!

Watching the giant spirit god smash the molten giant, it feels like a boxing champion beating up kindergarten children.

After a short period of stupefaction, the generals finally chose to retreat by coincidence.

The attack was declared defeated less than 10 minutes after the start of the attack.

When the infantry saw that the generals had run away, they ran faster. In the process, they received two more salvos and suffered heavy casualties.

"Isn't it? Is this a defeat?"

Xia Ye was speechless.

"Master, hurry up and order!"

Friday is like a hound waiting to be prey, eager to urge.

"The whole army is in pursuit!"

After Xia Ye finished speaking, the horn sounded immediately, and the soldiers rushed out frantically. In their eyes, those rout soldiers were not terrible enemies, but mobile exploits one by one.

When the fleeing soldier passed the Scar of the Dead, he felt something was entangled under his feet, and he fell down. When he looked down, he found a bone arm, and he was scared out of his wits.

"Undead soldiers?"

Some skeletons swung their knives, while others bit directly, making the deserters who were already low in fighting spirit panic even more.

"Help me!"

"Mom, I don't want to die!"

"Help!"

The wailing of the soldiers boiled over the wasteland.

"It's over, it's over!"

Seeing this scene, Xia Qingtian's heart turned cold. It was delusional that he wanted to capture Chaoge just now.

The bearded man couldn't care less about pointing at Xia Qingtian, and ran for his life. The horse's buttocks were bloody and bloody from the whip, but he was still too slow.

The Scar of the Dead is only tens of meters wide, and it only takes a few breaths to rush through at full speed, but the deserters directly dropped half of the casualties here.

The main reason for fighting like this is that no one wants to fight, but only wants to run for their lives.

After passing the mark of the dead, the rout soldiers who thought they had escaped from the sky discovered that there was an even greater crisis waiting for them. Overturned, they immediately swarmed up and greeted with thick sticks. When they were knocked out, they checked the injuries. If they were seriously injured, they would cut off their heads and take them away. If they were slightly injured, they would tie them up with vines.

In Chaoge, captives can be sent to mines to generate economic value, so military merit is worth more than human heads.

The bearded man saw that the situation was not good, so he didn't care about his subordinates. He tore off the armor on his body, left the brigade, and started to escape in a roundabout way.

"Don't mess around, move closer to me."

Xia Qingtian kept roaring, trying to gather the rout soldiers, but a hundred or ten had just arrived, and a wave of javelin rain roared down.

puff!puff!puff!

The javelin pierced into the flesh, bringing out a lot of screams.

Xia Qingtian was startled, because none of the twenty javelins failed, which shows that the opponent's shooting skills are superb.

More than a dozen female warriors of Eternal Island broke through the luxuriant branches and appeared in front of Xia Qingtian and his party, shaking their hands and firing another javelin.

"Don't attack me? Are you trying to capture him alive?"

As soon as this thought flooded Xia Qingtian's mind, there were dense bangs above his head. He glanced subconsciously, and saw a barrage of metal bullets coming.

In the next second, Xia Qingtian's body was beaten into a sieve, and he fell dead on the spot. Blood flowed out from the hole, soaking the rotten leaves and soil.

"They still have air cavalry?"

Looking at the dragoons soaring in the sky, the remaining generals were desperate. They thought they would be a weak enemy who could easily catch them, but unexpectedly they were so powerful that it made people tremble.

"If I had known that Chaoge was so powerful, I should have withdrawn immediately when I found out that Xia Taiding was dead!"

Every general was extremely frustrated, but unfortunately, there was no chance to regret it.

Chapter 437 Long-distance raid, anger down the city

The wasteland is too big, wild beasts are rampant, and savages are everywhere.

For adventurers who are newcomers, even if they are fully supplied and well-equipped, they may not be able to walk back and forth safely, so the collapse of the Taiding tribe is even more impossible.

These unlucky people who lacked food and clothing didn't even dare to close their eyes when they were sleeping, for fear of being bitten by some poisonous snakes and insects and dying for no apparent reason.

Every day, captives are brought back to Chaoge.

The female warrior and the dragon people had already returned to the tribe, and they still didn't appreciate this little military merit, and Xia Ye was reluctant to use the elite to hunt down the rout soldiers.

The matter was left to the wildlings.

As natives of the wilderness, the efficiency of the savages is extremely high.