Chapter 307 Explosion Flow! (Ch 307)

After saying that, Yin Xia rushed out of the house like an arrow.

The deafening voice instantly resounded throughout the entire Yinxia tribe.

“Boys! Come out! Get training! Get ready to work!”

The voice was full of impatience, as if one had already smelled the fragrance of victory.

The warriors of the Yinxia tribe heard the call of their leader.

The originally somewhat lazy atmosphere was instantly broken.

They rushed out of their houses, howling as if they were injected with chicken blood, and quickly gathered together.

Although I don’t know what happened.

But the patriarch’s excited tone was enough to make their blood boil and look forward to the upcoming “big fight”.

Yin Shang looked at Yin Xia’s back as he rushed out in a hurry, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Showing a satisfied smile.

He twirled his goatee and walked slowly to the door.

Looking at the Yinxia tribal warriors who were shouting excitedly, he was secretly thinking about the next plan in his heart.

……

In the Eternal Night Tribe, there was silence in the meeting hall.

Seven hundred contractor warriors have quietly hidden themselves outside the valley.

More than 300 elderly, weak, women and children were properly accommodated deep in the valley.

“Master, Lang Gu’s troops have crossed the Yinxia tribe and will arrive here in three hours at most.” Wang Rui’s voice broke the silence.

Mo Yingchen nodded slightly and asked calmly, “Are you all ready?”

When Wang Rui heard this, a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.

He subconsciously licked his dry lips and tightened the longbow in his hand.

“Everything is ready, Master.”

Wang Rui’s voice contained a hint of suppressed excitement.

“This time, with the cooperation of those guys on the city wall, we will make sure that these bastards brought by Lang Gu will never return!”

He was referring to “those guys”.

Naturally, it refers to the adamantium crossbows and psychic Gatling guns standing on the simple city walls.

These weapons of war are the trump cards Mo Yingchen prepared for this battle.

However, hidden in Wang Rui’s excitement was still a hint of imperceptible worry.

After hesitating for a while, he finally spoke:

“Master, I am a little worried… After all, Langu is at the peak of the fourth level, and has stayed in this realm for many years, so he has a deep foundation.”

“The Beastmen tribe is far superior to us humans in terms of resources and trump cards.”

“I am worried about whether Yang Zhan and Pan Yan can defeat Lang Gu…”

Mo Yingchen raised the corners of his mouth slightly when he heard this.

He looked up at Wang Rui, his eyes calm and deep.

“Don’t worry.” Mo Yingchen said calmly, with unquestionable confidence in his tone, “I have my own arrangements.”

……

Lang Gu’s army finally stopped in front of the entrance to the valley of the Eternal Night Tribe.

Stand tall.

Lang Gu looked down at the simple stone wall in front of him and the shadowy figures behind it.

A scornful smile appeared on his face.

Do you think you can stop the iron hoof of Langu City with just this kind of defensive fortifications?

It’s just a pipe dream!

“Sir, the rebellious tribes are ahead.”

A commander of the human slave army knelt humbly in front of Lang Gu and reported carefully.

“There are quite a few scouts from other nearby tribes following us. Do we need to drive them away?”

Upon hearing this, Lang Gu curled his lips, with a look of disapproval on his fat face.

“Disperse? Disperse them for what?” He sneered.

“I want them to follow me! Let them open their eyes and see clearly that this is the fate of those who dare to resist Langu City! Traitors should be crushed into powder!”

Lang Gu waved his hand, as if he was shooing away a fly, full of impatience.

“Order the slave army to push forward! Just crush this damn Aqiu tribe!”

“I want to let them know that the price of rebelling against Langu City is to pay with their flesh and blood and souls!”

“Yes!” The commander of the slave army took the order and turned to run towards the slave army that had already lined up and was waiting.

……

The four major slave legions received the order and immediately moved forward.

The dark crowd, with heavy footsteps, rushed towards the entrance of the valley like a tide.

The scouts of various ethnic groups who were watching the battle along the way were all terrified.

“It’s all over. The Aqiu tribe is doomed this time.”

“Lord Langu, how long has it been since you used all your troops?”

“This Aqiu tribe is so unlucky that they were picked out by Lang Gu and slaughtered like chickens for all of us to see.”

The scouts whispered.

Something strange happened.

On the flank of the valley of the Eternal Night Tribe, the trees shook as a team rushed out brazenly.

Mo Yingchen’s contractor troops moved.

There were more than two hundred sword and shield soldiers, and their bone shields reflected a cold luster in the sun.

The troops quickly dispersed and formed a steel defense line to protect the archers behind them.

Five hundred archers bent their bows and drew their arrows in unison.

The specially made bone arrow, driven by spiritual power, quickly condensed into shape, its sharp edge revealed, pointing straight to the sky.

“Shoot!”

There were no extra instructions, only a cold shout from Wang Rui.

“Swoosh—swoosh—swoosh—”

A rain of arrows shot out, tearing through the air and making sharp whistling sounds.

The arrows were as dense as locusts, drawing a parabola and accurately covering the heads of the slave army.

“ah!!!”

A shrill scream broke out in an instant, like cut cloth, harsh and desperate.

The slave army was thrown into chaos in an instant.

The people in the front row fell down in droves like ears of wheat swept away by a strong wind.

Blood splattered, staining the ground red.

These slaves were never treated as human beings, let alone equipped with any defensive equipment.

Faced with this sudden rain of arrows, he had no power to resist and could only let out howls of despair.

In the first wave of arrows, hundreds of people were nailed to the ground.

The wailing stopped abruptly, and the fighting power was completely lost.

The archers had indifferent expressions and their hands kept moving.

He mechanically repeated the movements of drawing the bow and shooting the arrow.

Arrows rained down like rain, continuously.

Wave after wave poured down mercilessly on the slave army’s heads.

Free shooting, no need to aim.

They received only one order, to destroy all enemies within sight.

……

In the rear, the commander of the slave army was trembling with anger as he watched his men falling down in droves like grass being mowed.

He drew the scimitar from his waist and chopped down a slave who was trying to retreat and escape.

Blood splattered all over his face, making him look even more hideous.

“Charge forward! Charge forward! Anyone who retreats will die!”

He roared at the top of his lungs, trying to stop the trend of defeat.

“Where are the archers! Where are the archers! Fight back! Shoot at them!”

Without his orders, the archers on the slave army’s side had already taken their positions.

However, they are just ordinary people.

The bows and arrows in their hands were also very ordinary, mostly simple items captured in battles between tribes.

Wooden arrows were shot out sparsely.

The contractor’s sword and shield soldier, who was well prepared, easily raised his shield and blocked all the arrows.