"Boom!!"
The ear-splitting roar suddenly exploded, and the dazzling firelight was accompanied by black smoke, just like the gods throwing the thunder and flames of death into the world! In the horrified eyes of thousands of tribesmen, the long golden tube sprayed out deadly gravel bombs, which fiercely bombarded the group of deer hunters who were guarding the inner camp. Then came the shock, panic and shrill screams!
"Ah! Ah!... They summoned the gods! The divine power beat the chief to death!..."
"Ancestor! How is it possible! The most skilled warrior, Lu Tou, was standing beside the chief and was beaten to death!..."
"It's witchcraft! It's the terrible thunder and fire witchcraft! Renlu, the chief was shocked to death by the witchcraft!..."
At this moment, in the eternally desolate snowfield, on this far north coast, in the deer and mountains of the Kamchatka Peninsula, for the first time I saw the roar of artillery, and saw the power beyond the reach of manpower!
Facing this terrifying thunder and fire witchcraft, their faces were full of confusion and fear. Although the gods do not dominate everything and control life in their lives like the tribes in Central America, they can still make them bow their heads deeply to express their awe for the powerful shamans and magical weapons!
"Boom!..."
"Damn! That dancing shaman is still casting spells! Still releasing thunder and fire!"
"Quick, shoot him!"
"He's hiding behind a shield!"
"Boom!"
"Ah! The chief's son was also beaten to death!..."
"I can't be beaten like this anymore! Rush out and fight them!..."
"Ancestor! How could this happen! How could this happen! Did the ancestors and the gods also abandon us?..."
"Boom!!..."
The Kingdom's Crouching Tiger Artillery approached the camp and bombarded it four times in a row, killing the chief of the Lutaihe tribe and killing seven or eight hunters who had gathered. As for those injured by flying stone bullets, the number was even higher. Under the bombardment of the Tiger Crouching Artillery, the faces of the elite deer soldiers who were defending were full of despair, and they could no longer bear it!
A dozen elite hunters rushed out from the inner camp like crazy and rushed towards the magic weapon that sprayed thunder and fire. Then, they were easily knocked to the ground by the heavily armored samurai sailors. With a divine solemn look on his face, Zuvalo stood behind two thick wooden shields and did not forget to shout.
"The Lord God is merciful! Catch them alive!..."
As for the remaining thirty or so elite deer tribe, they all put down their bows and spears in despair and were captured by the kingdom's warriors who took the opportunity to rush in. And when the hunting captain Mu Quan limped in, covered in blood, he only saw the breached inner camp, the deer hunters who surrendered sluggishly, the heating copper pipes that were still smoking... and a look on his face that he had seen a ghost. , the leader of the hunting team who was so shocked that he lost his mind, Mulu, Mtu, Mhu and Meagle.
"Mulu, what's going on? I actually heard thunder?!..."
"The leader of the Dog King is... the leader of the Haibu... He used the shaman's spells and magic weapons to summon the terrible thunder and fire!!..."
Hunter Mulu trembled, shaking out what he had just witnessed. The hunting captain Mu Quan was stunned for a while, looked at Zuvalo who looked solemn and divine, and asked tremblingly.
"Ah! What?! Zu? You can actually summon spirits? Are you also a shaman from Kaibu?!..."
"Ahaha! This is the blessing of the Lord God! It is also the power of the Lord God! ... Mm, believe in the Lord God! As long as you believe in the Lord God, you will also have the opportunity to control the Lord God's thunder!..."
The fierce and short fighting only lasted for half a day and ended before sunset. The most powerful Lutaihe tribe on the peninsula, a large tribe of nine hundred people, was destroyed in the wind and snow in this sudden attack.
Nearly 200 men of the Lutaihe tribe were killed in the battle, and more than 200 men were captured, as well as 400 women and children. Only a few dozen people fled into the snowfields of the north and walked into the wind and snow filled with death. It was not known how many people could survive.
"Mutu, take four teams of hunters to the north to search for the fleeing warriors, and then prepare for support from other deer tribes in the north!"
"Yes! Captain Sage!"
"Ouch! Ouch!..."
Hunting captain Mu Quan immediately arranged for a team to pursue the prisoners and guard them in the north. Then, he looked at the experienced hunter Mulu and arranged the most important trophy.
"Mulu, you take two teams of senior hunters to see the reindeer herds in the south. That is our most important harvest! ...The crazy whirlwind of reindeer should have stopped. You should take a good count! Next, It needs to be properly distributed according to the tribe’s contribution..."
"Yes! Captain Dog King!"
"Mhu, you are good at treating injuries. Lead two teams of our hunters to clean the battlefield carefully. Collect all the arrows, weapons and leather armor that can be used. As for the injured..."
Speaking of this, the hunting captain Mu Quan thought for a while, his expression calm, deciding whether the prisoner would live or die.
"Blessed by our ancestors! Our people are placed in tents, treated well, and fed with some life-saving and warm deer! And the deer who can walk are also arranged in the tent, but let the people from Haibu take care of...those who walk Those who cannot survive, or those who are seriously injured... should be buried in the sky!..."
"Yes! Leader!..."
"Well... Mu Ying, you lead two teams of hunters to search the captured men, women and children... the children, brothers, uncles and nephews of Chief Lutaihe, find them all and kill them! As for the other men... this time you don't have to follow the old rules. Come on, Kaifu is willing to exchange the deer herds and captures for those Dingkou... Grandma also agreed."
"Oh? Deer herd for Dingkou?...Hmm...Yes!..."
After hearing about his mission, Mu Ying, who was born in a small tribe, raised his eyebrows. He took a deep look at Zuvalo, and then looked at Kaibu's fierce armored warrior and the mysterious golden magic weapon. Then, with full of thoughts, he walked towards the captives indifferently...
"Ancestors witness! Ancestor, come and come with me to Lubu's camp!"
After arranging everyone, the hunting captain Mu Quan stared at his son-in-law carefully, as if he was seeing him for the first time. Zuvalo raised his head slightly, with a calm smile on his face, and there was plenty of confidence and confidence in his smile.
"My son-in-law, in this fight, Kaibu's heavy-armored warriors are outstanding and brave! Your magical weapons are also unexpected, very powerful, very powerful! ... In this case, let us have a good talk and continue Come down, how to distribute the prisoners and spoils of war..."
Thousands of snowflakes fell from the silent sky, covering up the traces of attacks and fighting. The red clouds hanging over the sea at dusk and the blood flowers blooming on the snow reflect the beauty that has also returned. The totem of Lumohe River was overturned in the thick snow, and the former tent also changed its owner. And a bonfire was lit in the warm tent, with the aroma of roasted venison and the exciting deer bark...
"God bless you! Then it's settled! There are 32 teams of prisoners, and we have 23 teams in the maritime department!... Among them, 15 teams have 300 women and children, and 8 teams have 160 soldiers, a total of 460 people!..."
"Huh? Zu, my son-in-law, you can calculate so fast, as fast as an old grandmother! ... However, you only have more than 80 warriors, can you hold down so many prisoners?"
"Haha! Mum, you underestimate us! There are still many people behind our Kaibu! Besides, as long as we bring them back to the camp and hold a blood oath of conversion to the main god... keeping them in the camp will not be a problem! …”
"Well then! The ancestors bless you! ... In this case, of the eight thousand reindeer in the Lumo River, you can only divide them into two thousand... uh... several hundred... enough for you to survive the long winter!..."
"Exactly! Praise the Lord God! The harvest of this fight is really satisfying! Hahaha!..."
The exploration captain Zuvalo laughed loudly and drank a bag of fresh deer heart blood. He felt satisfied and felt very happy all over! In this cold and chilly West Sea, without the watchful eye of the knowledgeable Mickey, he was like a wolfdog with its neck leash loosened, tasting the pleasure and freshness of fighting for the first time!
"Hahaha! The supreme god is the bloodthirsty god of war!..."
He recalled the risks, fights and gains along the way, and couldn't help but tremble with excitement, and his eyes turned slightly red. He stuck out his red tongue, like the wolf-bodied God of Death in the mural, and licked the last of the deer's blood. Then, he threw away the water bag and sighed with dissatisfaction.
"What a pity! What a pity! There is no wine in such a fun day!"
"Wine? We have deer milk wine brewed in the Mountain Department... There are so many reindeer in the Deer Department, so there should be some too! Zu, just wait, I'll go look for it..."
Hunting Captain Mu Dog's face turned red and he walked out of the tent with a smile. He looked at the bonfire that was also lit outside and the hunters who were also celebrating, and laughed happily.
"Blessed by our ancestors! Eat well tonight! Drink well! ...and sleep well!..."
"Haha! Listen to the leader!...Have a good sleep! Sleep with the Shikabe woman!..."
"Blessed by the ancestors and the sacred mountain! The pastures and camps in the Lutai River Department are all ours! Hoho!"
Maybe it was his knee injury, or maybe he couldn't find Shikabe's milk wine. Mu Dog went out for a long time before he staggered back, holding two thick clay pots in his arms. He laughed, shook Zuvalo from his sleep, and handed over a heavy clay pot.
"Ancestor! Son-in-law, drink! Something delicious, wine!..."
"Huh? This smell..."
Exploration captain Zuvalo rubbed his eyes and watched Mu Dog open the clay pot of wine and hold a bunch of "tons and tons". The alluring aroma of wine tickled his nose and made him swallow his saliva.
"Hmm... Lord God!... This wine?... This wine!..."
Zuvalo quickly opened the clay pot, took two gulps, and his eyes suddenly opened wide! He couldn't describe the taste of this wine. It was completely different from the tequila, mead, pineapple wine, fruit wine, and even deer milk wine from Shikabe that he had drunk. And the alcohol content of this kind of wine seems to be higher than that of the kingdom’s water and wine.
"Mmm, where did this wine... come from?..."
"Oh! It belongs to Chief Lu Taihe. I brought it from the camp. Hiccup!"
"...I mean, is this brewed by Shikabe? They actually have such a good winemaker and can make such a clear and fragrant wine?..."
"Hmm... that shouldn't be the case, right? Shikabe knows it, and we Yamabe know it! But I've never drunk this wine before! Burp!..."
Hearing this question, the hunting captain Mu Quan also scratched his head in confusion. He looked at the translator Wu Hai and gave a few instructions in a deep voice. Wu Hai hurriedly left the tent and went to the prisoners of Lubu. Then, neither of them took it to heart and continued to drink freely and eat large chunks of meat!
Until Wu Hai opened the tent door and said in a deep voice. Zuvalo was stunned, his eyes were blurred, and he shouted in surprise.
"Wuhai, what are you talking about?...This wine is from the Lu tribe further north, dedicated to Chief Lumohe... It comes from a boat, a big boat docked at the seaside?!..."
"Yes! That's right! The prisoner said this is wine from the north, wine from the Fawn Moss River, wine from the big ship! It's very good, warm..."
Wu Hai nodded seriously. Then, he thought of something and blinked his eyes and asked.
"Zu, you are the leader of the Kaibu, and you also have a big boat...Is the big ship in the north another Kaibu?..."
"Other Haibu? The big ship in the north?..."
Zuvalo was at a loss for a moment and shook his head vigorously. Then, he carefully looked at the sturdy clay pot in his hand, and at the paper and mud seal that was thrown on the ground and had never been seen before... After a few breaths, he pursed his lips and stood up suddenly, holding a pot in his hand. Zhang unfolded the thick straw paper and frowned deeply.
"O God! The thing used to seal the wine jar is actually paper!"
(End of chapter)
