Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

Mo Qing has been following this group of savages.

After seeing them break through the trap he had set, he decided to take another course.

The first thing is to let Han Ling lure the savage first.

Sure enough, after his companion was hit by an arrow, Savage A immediately led his men to chase Han Ling.

Fifteen people, he didn't take all of them away, and left three people to take care of the two injured companions.

Watching their leaving backs, Mo Qing gestured towards Zhang Yiming who was hiding not far away.

Signal to do it!

With fifteen people together, Mo Qing is naturally no match.

But if they are dispersed, it will be much more difficult to solve.

Mo Qing and Zhang Yiming circled around and slipped behind the five savages.

One fainted, one howled in pain from an arrow, and the other three were checking their injuries.

None of these five people realized that the danger was coming.

Mo Qing and Zhang Yiming approached them quietly.

The two of them didn't have much time. Before Savage A found something abnormal and came back, these five people had to be dealt with.

Mo Qing looked at the three people who were still fighting for the time being. Because these three people had to take care of the wounded, they put their weapons aside.

And the positions are dispersed.

This is a good opportunity.

Mo Qing pointed to one of them, indicating that he would deal with this person, and leave the other two to Zhang Yiming.

The latter nodded without refusing.

"Up"

With a low growl, Mo Qing quickly rushed out of the bushes, raised his spear and stabbed at the target's chest.

In order to deal with this group of wildlings, he tested the sharpness of his spear every day.

The spear tip made of boar tusks is strong and sharp enough to pierce human skin without any problem.

"Pfft"

The savage was dumbfounded the moment Mo Qing rushed out.

There is no response at all.

Mo Qing's spear pierced his chest precisely.

The milky tip of the spear was stained red with blood.

He didn't react until he felt the pain, but Mo Qing couldn't give him a chance to fight back.

Another kick hit him in the stomach.

The savage who fell on the ground bowed his body like a shrimp.

Painful expression.

The other two savages reacted faster, and they immediately took up the weapons around them and attacked Mo Qing.

But a tall figure blocked their way.

Zhang Yiming waved his spear and shouted: "A little bit of cold light comes first, and then the spear comes out like a dragon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his spear moved at will and stabbed the two wild men.

The three people left behind are all the weaker ones in this team.

The stature is also relatively thin and short.

Facing the attack of a 1.8-meter tall man, the two of them simply couldn't stand it.

The advantages of size are particularly important here.

The two savages were beaten back steadily.

After Mo Qing quickly dealt with one person, he also attacked the two.

One Zhang Yiming is enough for them to bear, but if another one comes, they can only be defeated.

The two were beaten to the ground.

His body was full of scars.

Seeing this, Mo Qing left very satisfied.

He did not choose to kill the five wildlings.

It's not kindness, it's not dare, but a wounded person is more useful than a dead person.

When a wounded person appears on the battlefield, his team must allocate manpower to take care of the wounded.

Increase logistical pressure.

At the same time, the wounded will slow down the team as it advances or retreats.

If those in power choose to abandon the wounded, mutiny is bound to ensue.

The dead, there is no such pressure.

When a person dies, just find a place to bury or burn them.

Secondly, a team with a firm will will arouse their ferocity to a greater extent when they see their companions fall beside them.

make it more valiant.

This wildling team obviously has no such thing as logistics.

So when one-third of the personnel became injured, they naturally got the next group of people to take care of them.

In this way, there are fewer people who would have been used to fight.

"Old Mo, look at my heroic appearance just now, do you have the feeling of Zhao Zilong Changbanpo seven in and seven out, rattling and killing?"

Zhang Yiming took a spear and danced a gun flower.

"What about you, you're like a Dou in my arms, I'm in charge of random killings, you're in charge of quack!"

Mo Qing rolled his eyes at him, "Stop talking, I'll kill you if you're talking."

Zhang Yiming immediately shut his mouth.

The two are now hiding about 100 meters away from where they fought just now.

He was waiting, waiting for Wildman A to come back.

If Savage A still intends to leave a few people to take care of the five injured as before, he doesn't mind doing it again.

Not long after, the ten savages who had chased Han Ling came back.

When Savage A saw that the three people he left behind were all injured, the anger in his heart was hard to contain.

An angry roar.

Mo Qing couldn't understand what he was talking about either.

But if it were him, the national scolding would have already begun.

After Savage A got angry, he called several people together.

"How's it going?"

Han Ling lowered his body and walked to Mo Qing's side.

"Why are you here?" Mo Qing asked.

"It's not that you are in danger."

Han Ling's head was covered with sweat at this time, and she was exhausted from the previous pursuit.

After getting rid of the pursuit, she was worried about Mo Qing, so she ran back again.

"The three savages left behind have been severely injured by us, and have temporarily lost their combat effectiveness. How about you? Are you all right, they didn't hurt you?"

Mo Qing looked at Han Ling with concern. Apart from her messy hair, she didn't see any wounds on her body.

But Mo Qing was still a little worried.

"I'm fine, they didn't catch up with me at all," Han Ling said with a smile: "And there are Ayi and Lanyan, Yuyan and the others are harassing,

These savages have suffered a lot.”

"That's good"

Mo Qing let go of a stone in her heart.

"Where is Yuyan?" Zhang Yiming asked.

"Over there" Han Ling pointed to a big tree in the east.

I saw three pairs of big eyes looking at this side in the gap in a bush under the tree.

"Yuyan and the others wanted to come over, but I was afraid that there would be too many people and too much noise, so I asked her to wait there."

"Uh-huh"

Savage A and his party have finished discussing the matter.

After a brief rest, they sent four more people to lead their teammates out of the jungle.

It seems to be going to the sea.

It seems that this savage is still unwilling to give up.

Zhang Yiming looked excitedly at the five wounded and four savages who were far away from the team.

The five people who have lost their combat effectiveness are not to be feared.

As for the four healthy ones, he can fight at least two of them by himself.

There are also Mo Qing, Han Ling, Lan Yan, Lin Yuyan, and Ayi.

Six people against four, no matter how you look at it, the chances of winning are great.

"Old Mo, these savages don't seem to have learned their lesson yet, and they dare to let people leave the team. Let's go up and do it again," Zhang Yiming said enthusiastically.

Just take care of the remaining four able-bodied wildlings.

Then out of the fifteen savages, only six were left with combat effectiveness.

The balance of victory is already tilting towards them.

Mo Qing didn't move at all, he always felt that everything went too smoothly.

Is the IQ of these savages really so low?