"Swish, swish!..."
"Swish, swish!..."
The riverside camps in the Lumo River can be roughly divided into two camps: the inner and outer camps. The outcamps were sparse haystacks and haylofts used to house the deer. The inner camp is a low wooden fence and tent, used for living in the winter. Fierce and sharp arrow rain first struck back and forth at the outer camps on the east and west sides. Then, the hunters from the mountains on the south side quickly moved to the haystacks and exchanged ferocious fire with the deer archers who were dozens of steps away.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!..."
"Ah...uh!..."
The fighting on the snowfield was so quiet that even from a little distance, the screams became dull and vague. The hunters on both sides stared, wearing similar wing armor and different leather robes, standing silently shooting arrows. They do not have the habit of fighting in the kingdom. They neither pray to the gods or seek blessings from the gods during battles, nor do they shout loudly to try to intimidate the enemy.
The hunters in the snowfield are accustomed to silence, which is as cold and dead as the wind and snow in the north. They shot at each other, approached each other, drew their bows and fired arrows, their eyes as sharp as eagles. Their wing armor was hit by arrows, and their leather armor was also brushed with bone arrows, and the arrows became more and more accurate.
Then, people on both sides were shot in the vital points one after another, making short screams and falling over in the snow. The wounded warriors oozed bright red blood, lost their temperature rapidly in the cold wind, and soon lost the ability to fight.
However, the attacking mountain hunters were getting closer and closer, while the defensive deer hunters did not retreat at all. The two sides gradually got closer until they could see each other's eyebrows. They dropped their bows and arrows together, picked up stone axes and spears, and charged at each other with low roars!
"Roar! Kill them!..."
"Kill!...Death!..."
As the mountain hunters rushed into the outer camp, the exchange of bows and arrows on the east and west sides first turned into face-to-face chopping and stabbing. The hunters on both sides, wielding stone axes and stabbing stone spears, fought in a melee, and began to let out threatening roars and howls of injury.
The howl passed through the snowfield and spread muffled to the south. The strong warrior captain Shi Jian held up his shield, squinted his eyes, and looked at it for a while, and finally felt certain.
"Blessed by the Lord God! These snow tribes have amazing shooting skills and fast movement speed...but they are not very good at close combat! They have no killing skills, no formation rules, and no team coordination...Obviously, they have no experience. Even if there was a large-scale killing, not enough people were killed...but it was a bit like the dog-born when they just surrendered the kingdom!..."
"Whoosh!..."
A bone arrow struck accurately, grazing the raised shield and nailing Shi Jian's bronze helmet heavily. Even with the leather lining, Shi Jian's head hurt from the shock. His heart trembled, and he quickly bowed slightly, covered his head with his shield, and cursed in a low voice.
"Damn it! These damn tribal sharpshooters are really accurate in their archery! I'll rush up and chop you to death later!..."
"Swish, swish!..."
Hunting captain Mu Quan led four teams of hunters. While suppressing them with ferocious arrows, he covered the kingdom's heavily armored warriors and approached within twenty steps. Zuvalo stood fifty steps away and saw the situation on the entire battlefield. After a moment's estimation, he blew the horn of charge!
"Whoa! Whoa!"
"Charge! Bless the Lord God! Dedicate yourself to the Lord God!"
"Dedicate yourself to the Lord God!"
The warrior captain Shi Jian let out an angry roar, then raised his shield high and rushed toward the camp in front of him. Several feather arrows were nailed hard on the shield, but they could not stop his charge. Behind him, four groups of warriors and sailors from the kingdom shouted loudly at the same time, trotting and charging!
This torrent of heavy armor was like a heavy hammer that had been charged for a long time and suddenly launched. It hit the waist of Lumohe River in one fell swoop and knocked down the four or five teams of deer hunters defending the south directly to the ground! …
"Bang! Bang!"
"Click!..."
A skilled deer hunter dropped his bow, with red eyes and gritted teeth, he pulled out a stone ax and slashed at the side of Shi Jian's neck. Shi Jian, the warrior captain, skillfully raised his shield sideways with his left hand to block the opponent's chop. With a quick and smooth swing of his right hand, he hit the opponent's thigh. The deer hunter trembled all over, his footing immediately became unsteady, and his body hunched over reflexively. Then, he trembled violently, and his pupils shrank painfully, but he was struck by the clinging copper ax across his neck, as if he was approaching to die!
"Hey! Wow!..."
Blood red splattered and stained the bronze armor on the cloth. Shi Jian turned his head sideways to avoid the spurting blood, but felt a sudden pain in his waist.
"when!"
"Um?"
The stone spear pierced the bronze cloth armor, but was blocked by the tough armor. Shi Jian quickly turned around and saw a round face of disbelief and surprise. And just a moment later, a sharp copper ax struck at an angle, cutting off half of the fragile neck connecting the round face.
"Hey! Wow!..."
Shi Jian quickly wiped his face to prevent the blood from freezing on his face. He looked around and saw an overwhelming massacre.
The warriors of the kingdom looked excited and used their honed killing skills to knock down the howling enemies in pairs. The tribal hunters in the North are tall and strong, wearing two or three layers of armor. They swing their one-handed and two-handed battle axes like crazy, even directly cutting through the enemy's wing armor.
The stone axes and spears used by the deer hunters to fight back weakly hit the bronze cloth armor and double-layered leather armor. They were far less threatening than their sharp and accurate bows and arrows!
"Ancestor! These...these Haibu warriors are so fierce when fighting in close combat!"
Hunting Captain Mu Quan's eyes widened in shock as he watched the eighty heavily armored Kingdom soldiers charging into the camp unstoppably. In just a few moments, they had cut down more than forty hunters from the Lutai River Department, while only a few of them themselves were injured.
Facing these ferocious, ruthless and unable to cut down the heavily armored warriors, the remaining nearly a hundred tribesmen in the south finally couldn't resist! With a cry of despair, they turned and fled towards the inner camp of Muzha. And if the tribal sailors being pursued catch up, they will lose the will to continue fighting. They will just drop their weapons, kneel in the snow, and surrender to these tall and brave warriors...
"Ho! Blessed by the ancestors and the sacred mountain! The south side is broken!...Everyone, charge with me! Fight in and kill on both sides!..."
The hunting captain Mu Quan roared excitedly, and led the four teams of Hot Spring Mountain Hunters who rushed into the broken camp, and then separated to kill on the east and west sides. The warrior captain Shi Jian took a breath, and also allocated his manpower to support the flanking attack on both sides.
"Ah! Ancestors of Renlu! Please! Save us..."
"Ancestral spirits! The tribe is going to die...the totem is going to be gone too!..."
Soon, the deer hunters who were fighting on the east and west sides collapsed and fled one after another under the attack from both sides. And when Mu Tu, who had bypassed the glacier, led three elite teams and launched an attack from the north, the last sharp blade was inserted into the camp... In the entire Lutai River Department, in addition to more than a hundred soldiers who were dead or injured, the remaining 700 Many tribesmen fell into complete collapse!
More than four hundred women and children from the Lutai River tribe were shivering and were driven from all directions. They gathered near a low tent and were guarded by a team of hunters from the mountain tribe. According to the tradition of the ice field, even hostile tribes will not kill them wantonly, but will be merged into the victorious new tribe.
As for the remaining three hundred men, half of them knelt down in despair and surrendered, while a small number staggered and fled towards the snowy field. But they didn't have sleds, so they couldn't escape far, nor could they escape the ensuing pursuit. So the hunters in Yamabe ignored them for now.
The resistance in the entire camp was reduced to the last fifty die-hard deer hunters! Led by Chief Lutaihe, they gathered between the strong fences of the inner camp and stepped on the low, thick tents. And relying on this thin layer of obstruction and the slight terrain, they drew their heavy bows and shot arrows desperately at the mountain hunters who were surrounded on all sides!
"Swish, swish!...Swish, swish!..."
"Phew! The last resistance, the dying resistance...witness the Lord God! These hunters of the Deer Department are all top marksmen! It would be a pity to kill them like this..."
The overall situation was decided, and the exploration captain Zuvalo put on thick armor and entered the open Lutai River camp. Seeing his appearance, the warriors and sailors of the kingdom bowed their heads respectfully, praising the Lord God for his blessing. But the surrounding mountain hunters looked a little strange, even a little disdainful.
According to the custom in the snowfield, the leader of the hunting team is the bravest hunter. Even the big leader Mu Dog personally went into battle, rushed into the camp to fight, and was hit by an arrow in the knee... And this leader of the Kaibu, wearing such good armor, has been hiding behind to watch the battle?
"Captain Zuvaro, the Lord God has sent down his divine power!... We have brought some gunpowder arrows, which can light up the tents of the Deer Department's inner camp..."
The warrior captain Shi Jian pursed his lips and pointed at the more than fifty elites of the Lutai River Department who were struggling to survive due to the terrain. These elite hunters looked like they were fighting to the death. Their formations were so dense, and their arrows were so accurate... If they rushed in and fought with them, they would definitely lose several warriors! It would be better to set a fire and light all their tents...
"Hmm...gunpowder arrows...ignite the tent..."
Exploration captain Zuvalo pondered for a while, looked at the Lutai River chief who was trapped in Yudou, and then looked at the mountain hunters who were only surrounding and shooting arrows, but did not charge immediately. It is estimated that when the cheap father-in-law Mu Dog comes over, the task of storming the battle line will still have to be handed over to the heavily armored warriors of the Kaibu. That's not as good as...
"Shi Jian, send two people to drag our Rain God Tiger Crouching Cannon over!"
"Ah? Captain, use the Crouching Tiger Cannon?"
"Well, the Lord God has sent down thunder! In front of so many Yamabu and Shikabe, it is the best time to show the power of the Lord God!..."
Exploration captain Zuvalo's eyes flashed, and after a moment's thought, he had a plan. He took another look at the strange expressions of the mountain hunters around him, then took off his heavy bronze armor and wing armor, lit a torch, and suddenly danced the priest's sacrificial dance!
"Ah! The Supreme God! On the high Snake Mountain, on the divine peak of the ancestors! He controls the sun, He controls the vegetation and the earth, He controls the storms and seas, and he controls thunder and fire!..."
"Ah! Mulu Alashanwa! I am the ancestor of the Kaibu who descended from the sea! I will light the fire with my own hands, ignite the great shaman's magic weapon, and let the Lord God's unrivaled thunder descend!..."
Zuvalo waved torches, sang loudly, and danced mysterious ritual dances, attracting the attention of all hunters, whether they were friends or foes. These eyes are full of complex emotions. Many people are surprised, many are confused, many more are disbelieving, and everyone in "Haibu" is also looking forward to it...
"Huh? What is this?"
"It's like a shaman's seance."
"Can the leader of Haibu also be able to summon gods?"
"I can't tell! He is so young, can he communicate with his ancestors?"
"He seems to be carrying something, the magical weapon of the Great Shaman of Kaibu, which is the golden pipe..."
"Huh? The great shaman of Haibu? I've never heard of it...Does this golden magic weapon really work?..."
"Lord God bless you! Give me the power of thunder!"
When hundreds of people's eyes were focused on him, Zuvalo finally finished the ritual dance. Then, with a pious look on his face, he shouted the name of the Lord God, stretched out his torch, and lit the loaded Tiger Crouching Cannon. And the slightly smoking muzzle was facing Chief Lu Taihe who was dozens of steps away...
(End of chapter)
