The strongest soldier

The setting sun is like blood, dyeing the western sky red. The afterglow of the setting sun falls on the vast forest, stretching the shadows of both the enemy and ourselves on the battlefield. The smell of blood in the air seems to have been diluted. On the battlefield, a The man held a sharp ivory in his left hand and an iron rod stained with blood in his right hand. He looked around with confusion on his face, his brows furrowed slightly, and his whole body fell into painful memories.

After a brief shock, the tribe warriors cheered, cheering for saving the strong middle-aged man, and cheering for having a god-of-war figure on their side. You must know that the three people responsible for the attack just now are famous for their fierceness and powerful fighting ability. Needless to say, the methods were even more cruel and heinous. However, these three notorious men were killed in one move without being able to block it. This result made many people think.

The strong middle-aged man who fell on the ground also looked at the distracted man in surprise. He roared in pain a few times. After realizing that the other man could not understand, he struggled to get up. Almost at the same time, the girl also rushed up. He quickly helped the middle-aged man up. The middle-aged man roared in pain several times. The surrounding tribal warriors echoed in agreement, and their morale increased greatly.

The girl saw a dozen people rushing towards them in a fierce manner, and then saw that the man who had just killed the enemy heroically was still in a daze. She was so anxious that she quickly took two steps forward, grabbed the man and pointed at the people who were rushing towards her and yelled. Unfortunately, the man didn't listen. He didn't understand, but when he saw the person charging up, his face darkened, his somewhat confused eyes became sharper, and a terrifying fighting spirit erupted from his body, and his momentum changed drastically.

"Kill -" the man suddenly roared and charged towards the incoming enemy.

It's a pity that no one around could understand this fierce cry of death. The girl was also stunned. She was distracted just now. Why did she suddenly become like the God of War returning? Hearing the cough, he quickly helped the middle-aged man up and shouted anxiously: "Abba, he rushed up again, is it dangerous?"

"I didn't expect that what we rescued was a real warrior. Anyway, help me up." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on the man who rushed forward. When he saw the man rushing into the enemy group, he killed everyone in the blink of an eye. He knocked down the two men in a flash, and with great momentum, he couldn't help but laugh, and shouted: "Brothers, kill!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh -" the surrounding tribal warriors screamed, looking for places to hide, and started shooting arrows. Arrows roared into the sky with endless fear and fighting spirit, and drew out in the void. The streaks of black light rushed towards the target like venomous snakes, with murderous intent.

The girl quickly helped the middle-aged man hide behind a big tree. She looked up with concern and found that the often confused man was like a tiger among the sheep. Every time he raised his hand or raised his leg, someone always fell down. In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were lying next to them. Although more enemies came to kill them, the men became more and more courageous as they fought. The girl no longer had the worry she had just now, her eyes were full of splendor, with something inexplicable.

On the battlefield, men don't know how to fight at all. They rely on their instincts to kill with every strike. Their movements become more and more skillful and sophisticated, and their strength becomes more and more fierce. The iron and wood sticks are used for blocking, and the ivory blades are used for assassination. One empty and one real, a series of blood arrows were set off, and in the blink of an eye, more people were lying around.

The enemy may have realized that they could not take advantage. Someone made a strange cry, and more people joined in. They carried the fallen people on their backs and quickly left the battlefield. They fought and retreated. They came and retreated suddenly. The tribal warriors did not hesitate. He chased them and killed them with bows and arrows. The man who lost the enemy became confused again. He did not chase him, but stared at the enemies retreating like a tide in a daze, as if he had thought of something, but when he thought about it carefully, he realized nothing I don’t remember, but the more I think about it, the more my head hurts, as if someone had used a thorn.

"Ah -" The man felt a splitting headache. He squatted on the ground again in pain, holding his head with both hands, his face ferocious, and kept shouting: Who am I? Who am I?

The middle-aged man walked up with the support of the girl. The girl felt heartbroken when she saw the man in such pain. She wanted to hold him in her arms to comfort him. As soon as he took a step forward, the middle-aged man quickly grabbed the girl, shook his head and said: " He is possessed by the devil and needs his own will to come out. If you go up, it will only make him more painful."

"What should we do?" the girl shouted anxiously.

"Light a cigarette for me." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

The girl agreed and quickly took out a cigarette from the man. The cigarette was rolled with grass leaves. The smoke foam was made from crushed herbs. The girl put the cigarette into the man's mouth, picked up a torch and lit it. , the man took a deep breath, then walked up, sprayed the smoke on the head of the squatting man on the ground, and roared: "The soul returns -"

It is a local custom to spray special smoke on people's heads. Tobacco is made from crushed various weird herbs. The smoke is very special. It has the effect of exorcising evil spirits, concentrating the mind, and calming the breath. The middle-aged man took another deep breath and blew out the smoke again. He sprayed it on the head of the man on the ground, then took a few steps back and looked at the man nervously without saying a word.

The tribe warriors also gathered around and looked at this scene with worry. The battle just now was so dangerous. If it weren't for the man squatting on the ground, the tribe would be over. At this moment, everyone regarded this man of unknown origin as a lifesaver. The benefactor is regarded as the most distinguished guest.

However, the man lying on the ground fell to the ground in pain and rolled around, holding his head tightly with both hands. His painful forehead was full of cold groans, and he kept shouting: "Who am I? Who am I?"

The tribal warriors looked at the middle-aged man. The man's face became serious, he thought for a moment and said, "Pray!"

After hearing these words, everyone silently put down their bows and arrows, held each other's hands, and sang in circles, with solemn faces and a somewhat pious prayer ceremony. Not long after, more women, old people, and children came over. Outside, people held hands and formed a circle, chanting in a circle, solemnly, solemnly, and as pious as believers.

The singing voice became louder and louder, and it reached a critical moment. There was a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere in the sky, with a mysterious sense of depression. The man groaning in pain on the ground didn't know what he heard. The summons was still infected by the solemn atmosphere, and he calmed down quietly and passed out.

The tribesmen continued to circle around the man and continued to chant until the ceremony was over. Everyone dispersed and looked at the man lying on the ground with concern. The middle-aged man took a few steps forward with the support of the girl and checked after a moment. He said in a deep voice: "Quickly, take him back to practice, don't disturb him."

Many warriors came forward. They carried the man and walked quickly toward the tribe, but they walked very steadily and carefully. Everyone followed behind silently, praying and blessing, with incomparable piety and desire.