Moreover, if this continued, more and more natives would gather. They would truly be trapped and die on this hill...
If they didn't think of a way, they could only stay here until they ran out of food and food.
Jun Yan had stopped shooting long ago, and the number of arrows was limited. Killing a few natives was of no use. Other than taking turns to guard this narrow entrance, the rest of the time was spent watching the natives moving back and forth at the bottom of the hill.
The situation was in a deadlocked state. The natives couldn't attack, and they couldn't break out either. This place entered a strange type of peacefulness.
Time passed in torment, and at noon, there was a burst of noise again.
Xiao Yu and the others knew that there must be another messenger who was caught in the
