Crossing the famine: The hunter's wife has good farmland

Sickle and Stone led the soldiers out to fight. Mo Xiaonian and Yuelu were not idle either, looking at the direction of the battlefield from afar.

Mo Xiaonian looked at it for a long time and felt disappointed.

"Grandma, these people are not from the Bullfighting Tribe. I think other tribes got to know the news and are planning to take advantage of the situation to destroy our tribe."

Yuelu felt cold all over and tightly grasped the bow and arrow on his back.

More than 20 years ago, the Yueluo tribe experienced such a devastating disaster. At that time, she was too weak to help her father and husband, so they both died in that battle.

But now that she is at this age, she absolutely cannot watch this tragedy happen again.

She pushed Mo Xiaonian hard.

"Go home quickly and stay with Luhua Yinzhi and the others. Close the doors to the courtyard and house. No matter what happens outside, don't come out! I will fight them to the death today! Even if I risk my life, I will never let these people invade our tribe!"

Mo Xiaonian grabbed Yue Lu who was about to rush forward.

"Grandma, our role is not to fight in battle, let's leave those things to professionals!"

As Mo Xiaonian spoke, he took out a flare from his arms and lit it in his hand.

The huge light rising into the sky illuminated the entire tribe.

"Xiao Nian, what are you doing?"

"I'm sending a signal to Fu Cang! We can give up the iron mine, but we can't give up our tribe. It's the foundation of our existence!

After Fu Cang sees this signal flare, he will come back to help immediately. I believe that Sickle, Stone and the others will be able to support him until Fu Cang comes back!

Also, let's send these ammunition to Scythe!"

Mo Xiaonian took out a small box from behind him, which was full of thunder and fire bombs.

Yuelu remembered that Mo Xiaonian didn't carry such a small box with him before, but now was obviously not the time to doubt the origin of the box. Yuelu nodded, and she and Mo Xiaonian moved closer to the battlefield, found a soldier at the back, and asked him to bring the box to the sickle and the stone.

By the time Fu Cang and his men came back, many people had been knocked down by sickles and stones, and the thunder and fire bombs had caused great psychological pressure on the other side.

They had never seen this kind of weapon before. When it exploded on people, they would be injured and bleed. Many soldiers had their arms blown off.

This caused great psychological panic to the other side. No one dared to approach the soldiers of the Yueluo tribe. After several attempts, until Fu Cang came back, these 500 soldiers did not even attack the Yueluo tribe.

Fu Cang rushed back first, and only felt relieved when he saw Mo Xiaonian and Yueluo were staying well in the back.

Only after Mo Xiaonian saw Fu Cang did she feel a sense of fear.

She pursed her lips tightly and did not waste Fu Cang's time. She just waved her little fist at him vigorously.

"Fu Cang, defeat the invading enemies and defend our tribe!"

In response to Mo Xiaonian, Fu Cang roared "Kill".

kill!kill!kill!

The soldiers following Fu Cang rushed into the battle group roaring like mad beasts.

The soldiers on the opposite side were all stunned.

Didn’t they say that the Moonfall Tribe was attacked by the Bullfighting Tribe and most of the troops had been sent to support the Iron Mine?

How could there be such fierce and fearless soldiers?

Fu Cang took the lead, knocked over the soldiers around him, then locked onto a man riding a horse who looked like a leader and rushed over.

The other party is so scared that he is almost limp.

No one could remain calm in the face of Fu Cang's wrath.

He decided to avoid Fu Cang's attack and turned his horse around and ran away.

Who knew that Fu Cang still recognized him, and when he saw him running, he didn't panic and raised his arm.

With a thud, a pitch-black sleeve arrow cut through the night sky and headed straight for his shoulder blade.

With a scream, the sleeve arrow pierced the man. The tremendous pain made him unable to maintain his body on the horse, and he rolled to the ground.

After shooting down the leader so easily, Fu Cang did not stop and rushed towards another commander on horseback.

In just a few moments, Fu Cang had already severely damaged the leader of the attacking soldiers. Without a leader, the soldiers lost the ability to launch a surprise attack and fled in all directions, only to be ruthlessly harvested by Sickle and Lei Guang's men.

When the day was just beginning to dawn, the battle was finally over.

Fu Cang dismounted coldly and found the enemy leaders he had shot down.

There were five people in total, all of whom were pierced through the shoulder blades by him. They were not killed immediately, but they were in unbearable pain and lost their combat effectiveness.

Lei Guangda walked over with a smile.

His armor was soaked with blood, but it was not his blood, but the blood of his enemy.

"It's so refreshing! It's so refreshing! Chief, I admire you so much now. As long as you are here, we can resist the enemy's army!"

Fu Cang smiled coldly.

Unlike Lei Guang, although he also killed many enemy soldiers, his body was not splashed with blood. He stood there still so clean and refreshing. No one could tell that this man was a killing god on the battlefield just now.

"Lei Guang, you and Shitou will be in charge of the aftermath. Organize our forces quickly to prevent others from taking advantage of our weakness. Scythe, you and I will interrogate these people. I want to see which tribe has seized such a good opportunity to take advantage of the attack by the Bullfighting Tribe!"

Scythe asked curiously, "Chief, aren't these people sent by the Bullfighting Tribe?"

Fu Cang shook his head firmly.

"Absolutely not. It is impossible for the Bull Fighting Tribe to bring out all its troops to attack us. If it does, their tribe will have no protection at all.

These people are definitely very close to our tribe."

"Very close? Doesn't that mean it's the Seven Killings Tribe? But aren't we allies with the Seven Killings Tribe?"

"Humph, in the face of huge interests, our alliance is not worth mentioning. Anyway, we will know after a thorough trial."

Fu Cang and Scythe didn't care about anything. After taking the five injured people to a relatively secluded place, Scythe kicked each of them.

The five men were already in excruciating pain, and now after being kicked by the sickle, they were almost fainting from the pain.

One of them wailed, "Please give me a quick death! I really can't stand it anymore!"

Fu Cang stood in front of these people with his hands behind his back and said coldly: "You can't stand it anymore? I haven't even used my own methods yet..."