But this opponent was not easy to deal with.

If he continued to be half-hearted, it would be his life on the line.

Brother Yasan, be careful next.

After saying this, regardless of whether Yassan heard him, Lu Yong concentrated his mind and unleashed his full strength, closing in relentlessly, he swung his double axes wildly, trying to breach the Halbird's defense.

Charging forward to kill this opponent who had repeatedly threatened his life.

Watching the two figures collide into a furious fight.

Yesan was momentarily taken aback, then quickly laughed and scolded.

Damn, you little brat.

So, you were taking care of me before? You weren't even serious yet? In the end, a hint of nostalgia flashed across Yashan's face.

In the tribe, he was considered Luo Yong's elder brother.

He had taught Luo Yong the basics when he first picked up a weapon.

Yet now, Luo Yong had become the undisputed first warrior of the Ming Jing tribe.

While he had only become the captain of the hunting team, for a moment, Yasan felt a mix of emotions.

This little brat had unknowingly become so powerful.

The battle continued, and the area where the two fought had clearly turned into a danger zone.

Everyone instinctively kept their distance, as if Lu Yong had no time to care about anything else.

The barbarian from the black wolf tribe wielding the halbird felt the same.

He could no longer afford to worry about accidentally harming his own side.

In this battle, anyone who got distracted would die.

Chapter 70.

Seeing clearly on the way to support the western side of the forest, Lu G did not rush ahead with his men.

It wasn't T because he wasn't T anxious, but because he had a clear understanding of the situation.

As a supporting soldier, you need to have combat capability when you arrive on the battlefield.

If you rush so much on the way to the battlefield that you're out of breath, how can you fight when you get there? What is the point of rushing over just to give away a few kills? At the same time, it was at this moment that the disadvantage of the stone thrower's mobility became evident.

The heavy baskets of stone projectiles were simply too burdensome.

While they might work well in a city defense battle, as stone projectiles could be stored behind city walls without needing to be carried around, using them in a support battle could be deadly.

The weight of the projectiles was a serious flaw in their mobility.

After a steady march, Lu G finally arrived at the battlefield in a timely manner and immediately spotted Lu Yong engaged in combat with a skilled warrior from the enemy tribe.

The area had cleared out as everyone was intentionally or unintentionally avoiding the fierce battle between the two, making it impossible for Lu Gi not to notice.

The weapons in the hands of the enemy barbarian caught Lu G's attention right away.

After all, when seeking breakthroughs in weaponry, he had considered not only ranged weapons like bows and arrows, but also melee weapons.

What surprised him was that someone in this era had already crafted a battle axe before him.

Interesting.

It seemed there was talent in the Blackbor tribe and being able to fight Luo Yong to this extent indicated that this warrior was formidable.

This situation undoubtedly strengthened Lu G's determination to annex the Blackbor tribe.

However, he couldn't te be hasty.

He needed to stabilize the situation first.

Glancing back at the four exhausted stone throwers, Lu G didn't te rush to act.

He took advantage of the surrounding trees for cover and let them catch their breath.

Once he saw they had recovered somewhat, Lu G wave his hand.

The four stone throwers immediately understood, finding high positions to take their stand.

Then with a loud shout from Lu G, everyone fell back.

That s right.

It was a retreat unlike in movies, television shows, or even some novels where infantry charge ahead to engage the enemy while archers rain arrows from behind.

Such a scenario was impossible unless one disregarded the lives of their own infantry and shot at them too.

Clearly, this was very different from games.

Where ranged units wounded, t accidentally harmed their allies.

This made Lu G acutely aware of the gap between games and reality.

Luogs shout undoubtedly revealed his presence, causing them to lose their chance to attack, but it didn't matter.

He had never intended to play a stealth game, and was he afraid of the Blackbor Boore tribes barbarians being on guard.

As he had said before, he had a clear understanding of the situation.

The tribe that was truly cornered was not his Ming Jing tribe, but the Blackbor Boore tribe before him.

The timely arrival of Lu Gi and his support troops undoubtedly reassured Lu Yong and the others.

Even without needing to activate any skills, just by standing there, they could boost Luo Yong s morale.

A testament to the absolute trust built through a series of victories.

In the minds of his people, the name Lu G was synonymous with victory.

Without hesitation, Lu G command superseded everything for them.

However, given their current state, it was exceedingly difficult to retreat and scathe from the siege of more than 20 barbarians from the Blackbor tribe.

There were more than just four stone throwers who came with Lu G.

Other tribal warriors were not just standing by and watching.

The results of their previous training were evident at this moment.

Under Lu G's command, the tribal warriors surged forward, beginning to tear apart the encirclement of the Blackborg tribe as barbarians.

They coordinated seamlessly.

The entire process was clean and efficient.

This was the result of months of training.

If one had to point out any shortcomings, it would be the few members of the hunting team.

The untrained members appeared somewhat flustered during the retreat.

But this did not dampen the rising momentum they had built since the beginning.

Meanwhile, Lu Yong, who was locked in a fierce struggle with the barbarian wielding the battle axe, seized an opportunity after exchanging blows for several rounds.

He forced the opponent to switch from offense to defense with a strong attack and then decisively retreated.

Although Lu Yong felt a bit regretful for not being able to determine a victor, he understood that after so many exchanges, their strengths were likely evenly matched.

It would be difficult to decide a winner unless he could enter an exceptional state like before.

Otherwise, in a normal state, this battle would inevitably devolve into a war of endurance.

Whoever tired first would lose.

Watching Lu Yong turn and leave after a series of explosive attacks.

The barbarian with the battle axe felt helpless.

Both of them were in a stalemate.

Neither could win, nor could they keep the other.

Now, seeing the situation, it was clear that reinforcements from the enemy tribe had arrived.

According to the report from the subordinate who had accidentally stumbled into the Ming Jing tribes camp, the enemy was likely a 100 strong tribe.

In this era, where the population of a tribe symbolized its strength, a 100 strong tribe was a formidable proof of power.

This was also the main reason they had not dared to take action before.

But now they hadn't eaten enough for several days.

In the nearby wildlife had seemingly fled upon realizing humans were stationed here, making hunting increasingly difficult for them as they couldn't eat enter the forested area.

In their current state, they still had the strength to fight.

But if they went hungry for a few more days, they would likely lack the energy to even battle, left only to wait for the enemy to come and collect their corpses or be taken away by beasts drawn by the smell of death, allowing those damned beasts to feast.

Neither outcome was acceptable to him.

So they had to fight desperately to seize food from this hundred strong tribe.

Indeed, Lu G saw this situation very clearly.

It was the black boar tribe that was cornered with no way out.

Kill the barbarian wielding the battle axe shouted out these two words in anger.

Strictly speaking, according to the standards of this ancient era, the Blackbor tribe, while not a large tribe, was certainly not a small one either, and their strength was considerable.

However, under the oppression of the Ming Jing tribe, which had prevented them from hunting in the forest for a month, he inexplicably felt a rage belonging to a small tribe rise within him.

This was too much.

Chapter 71.

Black Jackal looking at the figures charging madly for food or rather for their lives.

Lu G's expression was neither happy nor sad.

He had always been very clear about his stance since you were my enemies.

Don't blame me for being ruthless.

He was indeed very concerned about the barbarian wielding the axe who was fighting fiercely with Lu Yong.