The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

"Any reinforcements?"

The centurion Yunhou looked in the direction his subordinate was pointing and indeed saw several "human warriors" running wildly toward the tribe.

A cold smile appeared on his lips.

Based on the speed at which the players have demonstrated, they can't be that much stronger.

"There's no need to inform the centurion."

Before he finished speaking, he charged forward with his weapon in hand.

Let's not even talk about the players who traveled from afar to their deaths.

The internal fighting situation within the Qinghe tribe was extremely dire.

The fierce fighting between the two sides has now degenerated into a messy, disastrous battle.

Initially, under the cover of night and rain, the Hou tribe's superior organization made them too obvious, allowing them to quickly penetrate into the tribe's central area.

Ultimately, this Hou tribe's warriors numbered only a little over a thousand, while the Qinghe tribe had a total of eighty thousand members.

Even if there were 80,000 steamed buns, it would be impossible for them to be eaten up in one night.

Admittedly, the warriors of the Qinghe tribe had all been transferred to reinforce the Ministry of War, and they did not have a complete set of warriors themselves, but the tribe was by no means lacking in members who met the standards of warriors.

Even with equal numbers, the huge difference in strength between the two sides cannot be changed, but they would not be slaughtered like grass.

To be precise, the number of Qinghe tribe members killed by the Hou tribe warriors that night probably did not exceed ten thousand.

However, due to the repeated attacks from the Hou tribe's warriors, the Qinghe tribe has never had time to organize its troops and build a defensive line.

However, the chaos in the Qinghe tribe will not last forever.

Even though the rain hadn't stopped, as dawn broke, the Qinghe tribe, with its massive size, gradually managed to stabilize its position.

The fiercest fighting took place at the location of the Qinghe tribe chief.

The largest number of Hou tribe warriors gathered there, exceeding five hundred, clearly intending to carry out a decapitation strike. Unfortunately, they failed to achieve their goal after a night of fierce fighting.

Manjue's face was gloomy. There was a horrifying tear in his armor, and you could even see the bloody wound underneath.

He clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his flesh: "What's the point of talking about reviving the tribe?"

At times like these, he hated himself even more for being the chief of the Qinghe tribe, yet his strength was so ordinary that he was powerless to protect his people, making him wish he could die on the spot.

To be honest, a commander-level strength would be enough to be a chieftain in a tribe like Xishi or Gaoshi, but given the size of the Qinghe tribe, such strength is still a bit lacking.

The sounds of battle cries shook the heavens, and he could see that these Hou tribe warriors were still relentlessly attacking the makeshift defensive line formed by ordinary Qinghe tribesmen.

"Chieftain, retreat for now, and we'll regroup and come back to fight."

These formations, mostly composed of ordinary able-bodied men, were indeed difficult to withstand the organized Hou tribe warriors, and could only protect the Manjue as they fought and retreated.

"Kill! Cover the chieftain!" a barbarian centurion roared, leading a dozen or so strong men he had gathered to charge at the Hou tribe's warriors, attempting to relieve some of the pressure from the front.

However, before he could charge to the side, he caught a glimpse of a blade out of the corner of his eye.

As he prepared to turn around to defend himself, the blade had already pierced through his body.

The Hou tribe's centurion flicked the blood off his blade, then raised it, the tip pointing directly at the barbarian behind the defensive line: "My lads, do not fear death! Kill this man, and victory will be assured."

After a night of fierce fighting, his encouragement did not significantly boost the morale of his soldiers, and the battle remained unchanged.

If the situation continues to remain deadlocked, their predicament will only become more and more unfavorable.

Unfortunately, the Hou tribe's warriors were also in a state of chaos. Most of their soldiers became fighting individually during the rainy night battle. Otherwise, if they could have raised their racial aura, it wouldn't have been so difficult.

Realizing this, the Hou tribe's centurion frowned. He looked around and asked, "Where's Yunhou? Tell him to disregard casualties and lead his men to break through this defensive line as quickly as possible."

"Chieftain, the Cloud Hou centurion is intercepting and killing the human reinforcements on the outer perimeter," a guard nearby hurriedly reported.

"Nonsense! Where are there any human reinforcements on the outskirts?"

……

"When will this end?"

Yunhou held the blade and rubbed it back and forth on a player's corpse a few times to wipe away the bloodstains on the blade.

In just a short while, he had killed more than thirty humans with the strength of warriors.

He could understand being fearless, but what was the point of doing so?

If they gather together, they might pose a threat to him, but if they rush in in batches, isn't that just suicide?

And where did these human warriors come from?

As he pondered these questions, a dozen or so players rushed out from the direction of the pile of rocks.

Dog Bro was extremely excited.

"Charge! Whoever kills him gets the blame."

He and three other old brothers had witnessed Gao Shi's battle.

In his view, everything that happened in the Qinghe tribe was a replica of the battle at Gaoshi, only on a larger scale.

Initially, due to insufficient strength, they did not gain much advantage and could only pick up some defeated enemy soldiers to kill.

With their current strength, they should have no problem taking a piece of the pie, right?

Seeing Dog Brother and the others rushing over barking, Yun Hou's eyes revealed a hint of seriousness.

The others are only slightly stronger than ordinary soldiers.

But one of them made him feel threatened.

The campus beauties standing next to Dog Bro froze: "Hey, wait a minute? Why is that elite monster staring at me?"

Without thinking, Dog Bro shouted, "Alright, this elite monster is yours."

That's not what I meant.

He wanted to hold back for a while while the spring scenery on campus was still in full bloom, but Yunhou had already charged straight towards him.

On the other side of the hillside, new figures appeared. This was a group of college students led by Peng Zhi and Lao Kuai, who were basically around the same time as Dog Brother and his group.

Peng Zhi took in everything below: "Dog Brother and his gang are fighting. Should we go help them?"

"What help do you need? Hurry up and steal some monsters!"

Old Kuai carried the copper pillar and rushed down the hillside, rolling into the Qinghe tribe like a mudslide.

He swung the bronze pillar in his hand so high that, with the power of his blood energy, he could smash a Hou tribe soldier into mincemeat with a single blow.

After the Black Ant Siege, players' levels generally increased by more than ten levels.

Old Kuai is currently level 61. In terms of strength alone, he is at least three times stronger than an ordinary Hou tribe warrior. It is not surprising that a single pillar strike could cause such a result.

In fact, Jiang Chen did not step forward to stop the players' actions because he also intended to reclaim some of the energy that the players had worked so hard for.

Anyway, it's all the players' own initiative. If you survive, that's your skill. If you're unlucky enough to die in the Qinghe tribe, you can't blame anyone else.

Seeing that Lao Kuai had already killed two Hou tribe warriors, Keyun couldn't help but feel a little envious.

"That's right, first come, first served, whoever grabs it gets it."