I am a primitive

Looking at the soldiers of the Red Tiger Tribe rushing towards this side shouting from the Red Tiger Tribe, holding weapons in disorder and constantly waving, Han Cheng couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.

Although the Red Tiger Tribe has many people, and the weapons they use are far better than the rest of the tribes, they are still far behind in terms of fighting.

Just like other tribes in this era, the tactics they adopt are chaotic upward rush, without organization and discipline, and all they need is crowd tactics and personal bravery.

He glanced back.

The fighters of the Qingque tribe standing behind them have already arranged their formation according to the way they were trained on weekdays.

The rattan shield is in front, the spear and dagger are behind, and the archers are on both sides.

However, in order to show the friendly attitude of his tribe, Han Cheng didn't let the spears and spears go out too much with the weapons they held in their hands.

One side is strict and orderly, knowing how to cooperate with each other, and the other side is a messy mess rushing forward, relying only on personal bravery and temporary blood.

You don't need to think too much at all, you can figure out who is high and who is low immediately.

Such a Red Tiger tribe is definitely not an opponent of their own tribe.

Even if the number of people from his own tribe who came this time was far less than theirs, Han Cheng wouldn't worry too much if there was a real fight.

Just because he isn't worried doesn't mean the rest of the people aren't worried.

The hunchbacked primitives and other tribes with hives were almost terrified by such a battle.

On the one hand, it was because they had never seen such a big scene before, and the people of the Qingque tribe were led by them.

Another aspect is...

They were standing in the middle of the Red Tiger Tribe and the Blue Sparrow Tribe. If the two sides were really going to fight, they must be the first to be unlucky!

Is this a fucking human thing? !

His legs were shaking like a hunchbacked primitive man playing a pipa, with a bitter face, he was about to yell and curse loudly.

How can there be any reason why you fight but put us in the middle?

Why is the life of our tribe so miserable? !

The war that the hunchbacked primitive man had imagined hadn't started yet. When they were about a hundred meters away from the people of the Qingque tribe, the people of the Red Tiger tribe who rushed over in a mess stopped one after another.

They stood there with weapons in their hands, vigilant and angry looking at this group of strange and uninvited guests who followed the hunchbacked primitive people.

"@#3@#!"

A grumpy fighter from the Red Tiger Tribe was very dissatisfied with their stoppage in this way. He roared here, and was about to continue rushing towards the place where everyone in the Qingque Tribe was with his weapon in hand.

I want to teach these people who dare to come to their tribe a big lesson, educate them well, and let them understand what is meant by the inviolability of the Red Tiger tribe.

"@#343!"

He just ran a few steps outside when an angry scold sounded.

The person who yelled loudly held a thick weapon in his hand.

This is a stick-shaped weapon, but on its upper part, there are many sharp bronze thorns.

Although it is much simpler than the mace that Han Cheng has seen in film and television works, it is undeniable that this is indeed a mace.

Just thinking about the consequences of such a stick hitting someone's body can make people feel terrified for a while.

This man is the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe.

He is not too tall, and among the people of the Red Tiger Tribe, he is only a middle-aged man.

But the whole person is very strong, looks like a small cannonball.

As the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe, he also possesses considerable majesty among the Red Tiger Tribe.

Especially the warriors in the tribe, they are even more convinced by him.

It was also because of this that when it was heard that he was reprimanding himself, the irritable and angry member of the Red Tiger Tribe immediately stopped in his tracks.

After staring fiercely at the people of the Qingque tribe for a few times, he turned around and returned with his weapon in his hand, but he still looked aggrieved and wanted to fight.

But with their leader here, he didn't dare to do such a thing.

"@#3!!@"

Not long after he returned, a voice that seemed hurried and panting came from behind.

The people of the Red Tiger Tribe, upon hearing this voice, all looked behind.

After hearing this voice, many people's expressions became much more stable.

Because they have already figured out who the owner of this voice is!

She is the wise witch in their tribe!

As everyone in the Red Tiger Tribe turned their heads and looked back, the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe appeared in everyone's sight.

The noseless witch of the Red Tiger Tribe, with the support of two people, moved her thick legs, panting towards her as fast as possible.

The witches of the Red Tiger Tribe are very worried!

People who are worried about their own tribe will fight these people who suddenly come to their tribe.

In many cases, it is necessary to fight with people from other tribes, but when the opponent is strong enough, it is best to figure out the situation before deciding whether to fight or not.

Only in this way can the tribe not suffer a big loss.

What she yelled just now was to let the people in the tribe stand there not to move, not to fight, and let her handle things.

Of course the witches of the Red Tiger Tribe were nervous.

She attached great importance to this matter, because through the warriors in the tribe who ran back yelling before, she already knew that there were a large number of these people, and it seemed that it was not easy to deal with.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone from the Red Tiger Tribe and the opposite Qingque Tribe, the panting Red Tiger Tribe witch walked to the front through the gap between the Red Tiger Tribe and watched the opposite Qingque Tribe people seriously.

Han Cheng and other members of the Qingque tribe maintained their previous formation and looked calmly at the gathered members of the Red Tiger tribe, without any panic or loss.

Even if the people from the Red Tiger Tribe gathered at this time had surpassed them, and seemed to be angry and wanted to fight, it was the same.

Just seeing such a situation, the priestess of the Red Tiger Tribe couldn't help but cheer up.

It wasn't that she was intimidated by the people of the Qingque tribe, but through the calmness shown by the people of the Qingque tribe, she knew that these people who came here were not easy to mess with.

Under normal circumstances, the tribes that can maintain this kind of calm in the face of other unfamiliar tribes are the tribes with a relatively deep heart.