Harmon snapped.

Chai Su smiled.

"Keep attacking!"

Bang bang bang!

As gunshots rang out, dozens of bodies of Skantu tribe warriors fell in a pool of blood.

This is a one-sided massacre!

"Chief... we no longer have any refined bows and arrows!"

"Then change into the cruder stuff and shoot all these bastards!"

Harmon looked ferocious.

Now he was completely using the warriors' corpses to resist the opponent's advance.

This is equivalent to the tank taking the damage in the front and the shooter dealing damage crazily in the back.

But unfortunately, they were not well-equipped. To put it bluntly, they were just a bunch of bad teammates and could not resist the opponent's victory.

Because Chai Su's soldiers wore light armor, the crude bows and arrows posed basically no threat.

"Where are the people? Come on!"

In narrow areas, riders cannot play to their strengths and can only travel light.

Corpses filled the outer area, and the strong smell of blood irritated the nerves of everyone present.

"Let's take this opportunity to retreat. The enemy is too strong... We can't stop them."

A trace of fear flashed across Feng's eyes, and Harmon's face showed a stern look when he heard that.

"Skantu is no coward who runs away, Feng. If you weren't my biological brother, I would kill you right now!"

Harmon took out his weapon and was about to go into battle himself when he suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his back, followed by a sharp pain!

He looked behind him in disbelief, and saw Feng, who also had a resentful look on his face.

"Brother, I'm sorry. You have to understand that I'm doing this for the tribe. The enemy is too powerful. Our crude arrows pose no threat to them. What's the point of building a wall of flesh with corpses? Sooner or later, they will invade the tribe..."

"Protect those lowly tribesmen? They're just a bunch of useless trash..."

Feng took a few steps back and watched Harmon kneel on one knee on the ground.

As if he was worried, he took out his bow and arrow and shot an arrow at his chest.

At such a close distance, even a crude arrow could penetrate deeply into Harmon's chest...

"Let's go..."

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