Luo Yu never thought that he would stand alone on a high place like now, looking down at the rolling and rolling yellow smoke and dust on the ground like a long dragon rushing upwards, watching them rushing towards the scattered red figures.

The primitive and rough dull iron chopping, the creepy sound on the human body's flesh membrane, the hissing sound of the water slurry caused by blood gushing out, the cry of the hot blood, the groans of the wounded mixed with the enemy's desperate and meaningless murmur, echoing at the bottom of the mountain at all times, and spreading into his ears, wherever his eyes reach, and what he hears, trembling his head buzzed.

"Is this the real battle in the primitive tribe?" Luo Yu stood on the top of the mountain and looked down, watching the battle on the ground with interesting interest, looking down at the passion of the soldiers fighting bloody battles, but was not shocked by the bloody and cruelty. The experience of killing countless zombies had long since let him get rid of the meaningless emotion of fear. This kind of pediatric fight in dozens of people was insignificant than the overwhelming dead corpse, and it only made him feel interesting.

"But." His voice became lowered unconsciously, with a little trembling, as if he was afraid and excited.

“It’s really enviable…”

He looked at the soldiers who were slashing with muscles and slashing heroically. A warrior from the Shang clan was cut off by the enemy who suddenly appeared in the waist, while his companion took the initiative to face it with his body, splashing a burst of blood, instantly dyeing the yellow sand red. The comrades who were protected by him immediately reacted and slashed at the sneak attacker with him. This was just an insignificant scene of the battle. The injured soldier was supported by his companion and continued to roar and storm and fight with sweat.

He had seen veterans who returned from the War of Resistance Against Japan, who worked hard to support the orphan and widowed mother left by their comrades for decades for the oath of their dead companions. At that time, he did not understand what the old man who had broken his hand and one leg had his face, and his vicissitudes of overwork, supported for so many years without regrets?

After seeing the battle with his own eyes, he suddenly realized that this kind of trust in sharing life and death between men is better than all humble material temptations and difficulties. Under the casting of iron and blood, after helping each other with flesh and blood to resist the sharp blade, the thrilling thrilling thrilling is great enough to transcend time, so that the soul can get rid of the hardships and aging of the soul, and draw endless power from the voice, appearance and smile of the comrades in memory.

"I can't watch like this!"

Luo Yu licked his lips, and suddenly a slight smell of rust came from the tip of his tongue. He realized that at some point the teeth had bitten his lips and blood beads were overflowing. However, he didn't care at all. He lowered his head and stopped paying attention to the sky-high battlefield. He took out the phone that had been vibrating desperately since just now, looked at it, and couldn't help but smile.

Retrieve the "Wing" skills of the plot character.

Skill: Spear Throwing (Speciality)

Explanation: In countless days and nights, soldiers who suffered from inner pain, in order to avoid the trouble of memories, tried hard to hone themselves in the mountain stream. When they waved their spears, they finally gathered their spirits on the front line, forgot all their concerns, and threw an unparalleled blow.

Damage: Physical damage puncture damage

Whether to load: 300 information value.

"Specialization level? It looks very powerful!" Luo Yu thoughtfully and looked at the row of spears stuck on the ground beside him. It was the weapons left by the eight people who were diving attacking. A sharp light flashed deep in his eyes.

"Uncle, let me use your abilities to help you get revenge!"

These actions seemed to be long, but in fact, in just a few minutes, the battle below happened to be in a stalemate. The Yamato tribe who was caught off guard had already woken up and hugged them in a group of trapped beasts, resisting in despair with the desperate storm of the boat. The raided Shang warriors were also unwilling to trade their lives with these madmen who would lose. The war briefly entered an embarrassing and easing situation.

"Go to die!"

Yi swung the dull knife of pig iron, slashed with both hands, his dark face turned red at this moment, his muscles tightly, revealing a strong wheel hub. The force of the waving made the air whimper, slashing at the Yamato warrior in front of him, who was in a mess and scarred body.

But the other party could experience the first wave of surprise attacks, react quickly, and persist until now, and have shown outstanding experience and strength. They reacted instantly, subconsciously holding the knife in the backhand, crossing the chest, and the collision iron blade burst out with sparks. But he finally barely blocked the thunderous attack. Even if the blunt and thick iron sheets passed through the knotted muscles, it would only add a cut into the flesh, revealing the pink muscle fibers, and then let him stagger back into the crowd, and be protected by his companions to restore his strength.

Yi had to take a step back, cooperated with his comrades and slowly moved around and continued to find the opportunity, but a helplessness emerged in his heart. It was not that they were not strong enough and could not wipe out the enemy completely. The weapons in his hands were really too pitiful. Even if the elders directly exchanged the iron ore from the center of the town into pure pig iron, saving the steps of refining, Shang was a civilization of the Stone Age after all, and did not grow up with blacksmith shops. In the use of pig iron, in addition to directly using "buildings" to create houses, he could only use his own hands to polish the stones and polish the square flat iron blocks as flat as possible.

The weapons made in this rough method are not as good as "knife" as rectangular iron bricks. The lethality of this weapon can be imagined. Moreover, although humans in the two tribes seem ordinary, their innate strong bodies and the training of acquired cruel environments. In terms of physical fitness alone, they may be far better than so-called special forces in the real world. Under such conditions, even if the weapon is accurately hit, it will only cause muscle scars on the opponent's body, and even fail to penetrate into the bones, resulting in the battle between the two sides. Once the stalemate is stalemate, it will become a competition of strength. Whoever is exhausted will be killed by a group.

Yi looked at it and shrank into a ball, glared at his enemies in despair, suddenly looked up at the sky, showing a look of worry. Although he was almost in sight of victory, as long as the enemy was not completely eliminated for a short time, he might come to support him at any time. Strictly speaking, this place is not within the scope of Shang, and Yamato tribe members will appear at any time!

"Damn it! Why did I forget to send someone to inform the tribe and send someone to help at the same time!"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but grit his teeth, and a feeling of annoyance suddenly arose in his heart. At that time, he found out that the enemy was only concerned about the pleasure of killing the enemy, but forgot to notify the tribe's tribe members in time and cooperated with the thorough human sea tactics to crush them. His temporary carelessness led to the embarrassing situation that seemed to be in danger and was difficult to get into.

Huh! The sound of the howling mountain wind suddenly sounded from afar!

Yi suddenly shuddered.

"No! This is not the sound of the wind!"

"Why is this sound so familiar?" He was stunned and immediately realized that the familiar sound of the wind whistling was the sound of his own countless days, practicing throwing in the mountain stream, practicing blood. After year after year of hard work, he turned his whole body and mind into a white line, and used the constant torture of hatred and guilt in his heart as the driving force for concentration. After his arm was thrown out, the spear shot out from lightning, which was like a spear shot out of lightning, sweeping the air flow!

"Is that?"

A thought that he could not believe suddenly arose in his heart, but the distant mountain top, where the sunlight was parallel to the high above, suddenly appeared a black origin, gradually expanding rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally shot out a sharp black lightning!

The hissing air suddenly burst out. The Yamato warrior who had just been slashed had not had time to be glad that he could avoid the killing of the man in the other leader again, but a faint coldness arose in his heart, making him helpless, his whole body cold, and his eyebrows were shaking violently. The instinct from countless life and death reminded him to roll and avoid, but the scars on his body made him slow down.

It was this slow slap that made him feel a pain in his chest, and his whole body was hit by a huge impact force and flew up directly into the air. He tried desperately and desperately to pull his comrades' arms with both hands, and bathed in a numb torture, but he was still driven by the black shadow on his chest and finally knocked on the sand with a bang. However, he felt his abdomen was swelling severely. Finally, he couldn't help but vomited out blood and flesh mixed with pieces!

A black spear penetrated his chest, not only ending his life, but also seriously hit the morale of his comrades around him. The attack from the sky made their hands and feet cold. The Hirano, who was cowardly huddled in the innermost part, was the fat man who was on the verge of collapse because of the death of his companion, shouted directly and shrillly.

"It's Shang's reinforcement! We're done!"

He was completely trapped in madness and fear, and made a foolish move, and flew straight past the defense line of his comrades-in-arms piled up with flesh and blood and life, and ran out with wail. What was strange was that whether it was his comrades who showed contempt and fear expression, or the Shang warrior who was also surprised by this spear and somewhat dull, they were negligent for a moment, and even allowed him to run a hundred meters away smoothly before he could react.

"Shirou, bless me, I want to survive!"

The fat body now showed its incredible potential. He waved his thick legs as heavy as lead blocks, his eyes were blurred and he could hardly see the way forward, and his thick lips were buzzing. At this moment, he did not remember the god he believed in, but he could not remember the childhood friend, the young man who was agile but always bullied him.

"Why are you so tired?" He suddenly felt so tired and weak. This feeling reminded him of many years ago when he accidentally fell into the river and struggled desperately to surface, but was poured into the river by Gulu Gulu, and his whole body was suffocated and tired, as if he was sleeping in a deep sleep.

"Come on!"

No matter how hard he tried, his legs were motionless. The strong fear made him cry and snot mixed with snot erupt. He struggled to fall to the ground, numbly grasping the sand in front of him, trying to crawl forward, but when he raised his head, he suddenly became demented. His hand holding the gravel tightly was scarlet. He tried hard to breathe the fresh air, but his lungs were not satisfied. A suffocation and fatigue that penetrated his bone marrow made him blurry his reason. Finally, the unwilling glance lowered his head and saw his lower abdomen. At some point, he was penetrated by a hard straight spear, nailing himself to the sand like an ugly fat cockroach, and blood stained yellow sand.

"Do you just want to survive?"

Luo Yu, who was on the top of the mountain, saw the fat enemy who was nailed to the sand but struggling to survive, sighed quietly, and the contempt for him abandoning his comrades and running away in his heart dissipated a lot.

"But, I have my own reasons!"

His words touched his injuries, which made the boy unable to help but grin, his face twitched, bathed in the sun, and his mouth was filled with a sweet and bitter taste. The right arm, which had just thrown out the deadly spear, was dragged vertically to the ground, and his entire arm was stained with blood from the cracked muscles.

"It is worthy of being the so-called specialist-level throwing technique. The requirements for the system are indeed... ahem!"

But he didn't care at all, but laughed loudly, and even couldn't help coughing and bleeding until the end of his laugh.

He raised his intact left hand high, and a crystal light suddenly burst out from his hand, but it was not dim in contrast to the bright sunlight. After the light dissipated, there was a bright red strawberry in his hand at some point, and there were crystal dew drops on the leaves.

He swallowed it in a big mouth. In an instant, his arm, which had almost broken bones, slowly and automatically healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, if it weren't for the fact that his arm was still weak and vertical, dripping with blood, and there was almost no injury.

"One is indeed not enough, and the arm is obviously still not healed!"

Luo Yu frowned, but felt that although his arms were regaining consciousness, they were still in pain and could not exert force. He had to take out the magical strawberry in the same way, swallow it in one bite, and then pull out a spear from the ground beside him.

However, the great merchant soldiers who had formed a tacit understanding with him did not rush to attack, but instead surrounded their enemies, allowing accurate spears outside the sky to descend from the sky like shooting a target, killing these trapped enemies!

"I said, uncle, please watch it!"

"How can you die trembling when you look at these scum that destroys others' happiness and dreams with the dirty heart!"

Lines of data floated up in the corners of his eyes, and the phone on his waist also vibrated wildly with his actions. However, he ignored it and fell into a heroic fanaticism. He shouted and waved his arms, cracked and injured his body inch by inch, and even threw out the lightning of the god of death!

The sharp black lightning illuminated the enemy's fearless heart, and also ignited the joy that the merchant warriors were storming in their chests!

The young man brought the victorious meteor with his own strength was like the god king who stood tall in Norse mythology, who threw the meteor gun representing oath and victory.
Chapter completed!