C49

The Earth Arm was the leader of the tribe. As a member of the Protector, the Earth Arm wasn't like the Black Claw, who constantly displayed his deformed arms as a form of deterrence. He was just like the old farmer in his previous life.

He was sitting in front of a group of stinking warriors of the tribe, squinting his eyes as he watched the slaughter on the wall. The sandstorm had caused losses to the Forest Tribes, and the swirling sand was like a current of water, pouring into the pits dug by the Forest Tribes for generations, blocking each and every exit, causing many people to lose their lives in suffocation.

So the Horde was not short of food and fuel. They were short of people, Chenu, who could grow Zizyphus jujuba, and slaves who could give birth to children.

"Aooo …" Crazy roars soared into the sky from beside him, forming a huge sound wave that smashed against the wall, causing the guards on the wall to be so scared that their legs trembled.

"We waited for five days, but no one came. Now I'm telling you, Black Claw is dead, and the Black Claw Tribe has no more protectors …"

Red light from the ground announced the good news, once again triggering a tide of cheers.

"Right now, countless warriors of the Black Claw Tribe have died. There is only a group of Chiru and a group of kids still sucking their milk in front of you. Are you still scared?"

The brace raised the morale again, but no one cheered. They all stared at the defenders on the wall, panting heavily. If they were blocked like this, it would be the shame of the barbarians.

"Their women, their food, and their livestock are all waiting for you. What are you waiting for? "Go on …"

At this point, he waved his right hand, and amidst the roar of mountains and seas, countless warriors rushed up and hacked towards the fence like huge fangs.

The blast from the catapult simultaneously came from outside the wall. Burning dry manure balls crisscrossed in the air and landed on both sides of the wall, releasing pungent black smoke. No one was hit by the dry manure balls.

Countless javelins came and went, creating waves of blood in their respective formations. The stone throwing boys on the fence were screaming hysterically, throwing stones out of their hands one by one. If they didn't pay attention, the javelins would pierce through them the moment they stood up.

The bodies with the guns would turn into hedgehogs in the rain, and then they would be dragged down to the pile of corpses and taken away, and their mothers would cry in their arms.

No one retreated, no one ran. They stood on top of the wall and surrounded their families, defending the tribe until the last moment. Right now, they were fighting not for Big Claw, but for themselves.

The war was very disadvantageous for the Black Claw Tribe. Big Claw had cleared out too many opponents, causing many departments to have bad luck, especially the Second Elder who was killed. The loss of weapons could not be replenished, and no one was supervising the logistics.

If the Sang Tribe attacked the Black Claw Tribe all at once, they would be surprised to find that a large amount of healing medicine was stored in the warehouse and no one would be able to use it.

Finally, just as the Black Claw Tribe was about to be broken through, countless slaves exploded. Their children, who they had hoped to become the tribe's brave warriors, died on the wall just like that, causing them to lose all hope amidst their grief. They spontaneously picked up anything that could be used as a weapon, the swords of their fallen warriors, the broken spears, the spears without spearheads, the harrows on the ground, the broken sticks, and the ordinary stones rushed up the walls, crazily launching a counterattack on the strong warriors.

It was these women who had led to the ultimate defeat. The main objective of the Earth armoured army was to protect the women and the slave, so he didn't want to suffer too many casualties. Under these circumstances, he could only give the order to retreat and let the Black Claw Tribe live.

Rather, he was like a psychological counselor. He talked to every warrior and told them that it was not that they did not work hard, that the shadow of failure had been dispelled, that the morale of the tribal warriors had been boosted, and that everyone had been inspired by it.

The Horde Warriors admired the ground so much that they were willing to go through fire and water. No one doubted that they would be willing to chop off their own arms just by giving the order.

However, after pacifying the tribe warriors on the ground, his face suddenly changed after he returned to his tent. Like an angry lion, a lion that was trapped in an iron cage paced back and forth, letting out a violent and low growl.

"Slap the ground, they're coming …" The Great Elder respectfully reported to the ground outside, and instantly, the expression on his face changed again, a kind and smiling expression appeared on the corner of his mouth, and even his eyes were clear and elegant.

Jacob, it's been hard on you. The armadillo may not be able to come back this time, but he has done a great service for the tribe and cannot fail to reward them. Let his three sons all join the brave warriors and prove themselves on the battlefield.

He patted the Great Elder's shoulder with a smile, causing the Great Elder's head to fall continuously and become even more respectful. This slightly increased the satisfaction in his eyes, and he immediately walked towards another direction. Behind him, the Great Elder straightened his back, wiping the sweat on his forehead fearfully.

As long as they appeared on the battlefield, even if no enemy saw them, they would still die because of all sorts of accidents. In the entire tribe, only he was able to recognize this seemingly gentle but narrow-minded leader.

But what made Jacob's heart palpitate even more was the way the Earth Armored Soldiers acted towards the warriors below. No one dared to say that the prestige of the Earth Squadron's leader in the past would surpass that of the current one, and that the Earth Squadron's tribe would inevitably flourish in the hands of this one. However, Jacob's elder heart still had other concerns, like the people he had interacted with now, the people he should not have appeared in the Western Wilderness.

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