Halfway up Dahu Mountain, nearly a thousand Taya warriors surrounded a steel circle formation.
It seems that the circular formation is like an isolated island in the ocean, or a sea ship, because it is constantly moving towards the mountain, slowly and slowly.
The Taya warriors stared at the circular formation, as if staring at a wild giant beast, and the knife handles in their hands were already soaked with sweat.
The circular formation was moving, and they could only follow it silently, not thinking how to stop it.
Arrows and javelins couldn't break through the heavy armor and shields. If they rushed forward to fight hand-to-hand, they would be in vain. Instead, they would be easily knocked down.
More importantly, those lightning-like weapons were too terrifying.
The opponent also shouted that as long as he was not attacked, he would not fight back.
To die in vain is foolishness, not bravery, so the Taya warriors are at their wits' end.
In the center of the circular formation, Zhao Mengqi seemed to be strolling in a leisurely courtyard, looking at the more and more Taya warriors gathering around him. His heart was not disturbed, and he was still leisurely enjoying the scenery in the distance.
Coming to Dahu Mountain is mostly a last-minute idea.
The night after Luo Qian returned to Pabra, Zhao Mengqi also quietly landed at the mouth of Dajia River with more than a hundred personal guards, a Dongwei battalion, and a Masi battalion, a total of more than 800 people.
Then, under the leadership of the Pabra people, they visited the Bazehai tribe with "sincerity".
Originally, I planned to 'convince' the Bazehai tribe to get some help, but then I heard about the Great Lakes tribe of the Taya tribe.
The Great Lakes tribe is closest to the Baze Sea. For decades, it has often plowed the Baze Sea, forcing the Baze Sea tribe to only dare to move in the west of the Taichung Basin, so it has a deep understanding of this enemy.
Perhaps because he wanted to avenge himself by the help of the Song people, he told Zhao Mengqi that the Taya tribe was gathering strength in the Great Lakes tribe.
This immediately attracted Zhao Mengqi's attention, and after in-depth questioning, he learned a lot about the great sacrifice of the Great Lakes Department.
Zhao Mengqi couldn't help but guess that this high priest probably went to the Song Dynasty to "study abroad."
Regardless of whether this guess was reliable or not, he could not allow the Taya tribe to destroy his plans anyway, so Zhao Mengqi decided to strike first and take action against the Taya tribe.
The action plan is not complicated either, just be polite first and then attack.
It would be best if you could see the high priest and 'persuade' him. If not, take this opportunity to inflict heavy damage on the Taya tribe and bring down their leadership.
As long as he was not hiding in the jungle, even with the forty or fifty soldiers around him, Zhao Mengqi was confident that he could kill seven in and seven out among tens of thousands of natives.
Of course, he would not be so rash, as the other eight hundred people were on standby not far away.
From the bottom of his heart, Zhao Mengqi still hopes that the Taya tribe can choose to surrender.
Firstly, objectively speaking, it is impossible to completely eradicate these native tribes by force. Secondly, the Taya tribe is good at fighting in mountain jungles. If they can be used to form an army, it will be very beneficial to Zhao Mengqi's next strategic plan.
While Zhao Mengqi was thinking wildly, Haru rushed down from the mountain. Hearing his shouts, the Taya warriors made way for a passage.
After passing through the crowd and coming to a nearby place, Haru opened his bow and shot without saying a word. In his opinion, the iron arrow he used could shoot even a rough-skinned and thick-skinned wild boar, so he didn't believe that anyone could stop his sharp shot.
Standing at the head of the circular formation was Wu Qiong. When he saw the arrows flying, he laughed at the corner of his mouth under his visor. He didn't even bother to lift his shield and let the sharp edge hit the breastplate.
As expected, there was a crisp impact sound, and the arrow left an undetectable white dot on the goggles, and then it deflected and bounced away.
Wu Qiong fished it out smoothly, grabbed the arrow shaft in the air, and brought the arrow to his eyes for a look.
A very simple iron cone, most of it is black, only the tip is whiter and brighter. It should have been carefully polished, but it has some deformation at this time.
It seems that the iron quality is a bit poor, and perhaps the farmers of the Song Dynasty would dislike it if they were made into agricultural tools. However, the feathers on the tail of the arrow shaft are very beautiful.
Curling his lips, Wu Qiong casually dropped the arrow on the ground, and then pulled out the Thousand Ox Sword from his waist.
Because Haru saw that it was just a joke to shoot in front of the opponent with all his strength, he couldn't help but became angry and rushed towards Wu Qiong with his hunting knife.
When Wu Qiong saw the heavy scimitar coming, he did not dodge, but held the slender Thousand Ox Sword horizontally in front of him.
This attitude made Haru even more furious. He poured all his strength into the blade and vowed to cut the person in front of him in two.
The two knives collided with a loud roar, and then Haru felt a light touch on his hand, and half of the blade flew up from his eyes.
It was indeed cut in two, but it was Haru's sword that was broken, a sword that he regarded as a treasure.
He had cut off countless enemies' heads with this sword, but it was cut off so cleanly at this moment.
Haru blankly shifted his gaze from the broken knife in his hand to the silver and slender blade of the opponent. He found that there was only an extremely small gap on it.
Wu Qiong didn't bother to care about the disbelief in Haru's eyes. He just remembered His Highness's instructions, sheathed his sword, clenched his fist and said with a smile, "You rude fellow, just take a punch from me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Qiong rushed out and struck Haru's abdomen with his iron-gloved fist.
Haru felt as if he was being slammed by a big wild boar. Severe pain like fire spread throughout his body from his abdomen. His body was pushed up into the air by a huge force. He flew upside down for four or five steps before falling to the ground, scratching his body. Make a shallow ditch.
The Taya warriors who saw this scene were dumbfounded, what kind of power is this! ?
You know that Haru weighs about the same as an adult black bear, but he was actually punched away?
Wu Qiong just shrugged, as if he just stretched.
In fact, if he hadn't deliberately held back his hand and only used his strength, then Haru might not have flown out, but would have had a hole in his belly.
Haru thought he was invincible and there was no one braver than him in the world, but this punch suddenly shattered his world.
The huge humiliation made him lose his mind. He struggled to get up, then roared and rushed towards Wu Qiong again like a furious wild boar.
"Not afraid of death?"
Wu Qiong frowned slightly, then raised his foot and kicked Haru's chest lightly.
This time, Haru flew further and made a shallow pit on the ground, causing dust to rise everywhere.
After a violent cough, Haru actually got up again, shook his gray-faced head, opened his scarlet eyes, and continued to rush towards Wu Qiong regardless.
"Tsk, tsk, are you still coming?"
Wu Qiong didn't know whether to scold or laugh at this moment, and then he bent his legs and jumped out to meet Haru.
His shoulder hit Haru's abdomen, he picked him up, and after a spin, he held Haru's legs and swung him.
Haru's heavy body flew in the air, flying five or six feet before falling to the ground, rolling continuously for a while before stopping.
At this moment, I don’t know how many Taya warriors were rubbing their eyes desperately, as if they thought they were dazzled.
It felt like his skeleton was about to fall apart. It took a long time before Haru, bruised and swollen, got up again.
Enduring the pain all over his body, Haru was not ready to give up. He gritted his teeth and took steps, staggering and stumbling, and rushed towards Wu Qiong.
Wu Qiong's eyes showed surprise, and he felt a little admired for some reason, "Since you want to be a hero, then I will help you."
So he drew the Thousand Ox Sword again and decided to send this determined warrior on his way by beheading him.
Although he said he was rushing, Haru was actually moving with difficulty, his eyes fixed on Wu Qiong, and when he saw the cold light flashing in his hand, he felt not only no fear, but also a sense of desire and relief.
Perhaps it is natural for heroes to cherish each other. Even if the two parties do not understand each other, Wu Qiong completely understands what Haru wants at this moment.
To show respect, Wu Qiong held the blade between the tiger's jaws and wiped it down, wiping off the non-existent dust on it.
Slowly waiting for Haru to take three steps in front of him, Wu Qiong solemnly grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, took the initiative to take a step forward, aimed his eyes at the back of Haru's neck, and raised the long knife high.
"Save someone under the knife!"
"Wu Qiong stop!"
An old shout and a clear drink sounded at the same time.
The bright sword light drew a half-moon in the sky, and then stopped suddenly. The blade stopped at Haru's throat. A line of blood burst out, and blood beads slid along the edge of the blade towards the jaw of the knife.
Forcibly stopping the knife caused some of Wu Qiong's energy and blood to reverse. He held his breath for a while before he recovered. Then he took the knife back, gently shook off the blood on it, and put it into the scabbard.
"I'm sorry, His Highness won't let you die, I must abide by it."
Haru was still sluggish, like a piece of wood, even his eyes were motionless.
In fact, Zhao Mengqi didn't deliberately want to stop when Wu Qiong was swinging the knife. Originally, he had no intention of stopping it.
It was not out of sympathy like Wu Qiong, but because he saw the unruliness of the natives from Haru, so he felt that it was necessary to give him a proper shock.
But when he saw a group of old men emerging from the crowd with anxious faces, he changed his mind.
The other person who shouted stop in Chinese was naturally Mu Hua, who was offering sacrifices. After he saw Wu Qiong put away his sword, he was even more sure that the Song people came here with good intentions.
Then he walked to the circle formation as fast as he could on crutches, threw away the crutches, and tremblingly bowed his hands in Song Dynasty etiquette.
"His Royal Highness the King of Yan is here, and the people in the mountains and fields are not welcome from afar. Please punish me."
The salute was very stiff, and the Chinese accent seemed a bit strange, but his attitude was very sincere and his address was also very clever.
The circular formation cracked, Zhao Mengqi stepped forward quickly and helped Mu Hua up, "I don't need to be polite, I am an uninvited guest today, and I have disturbed you, so I should apologize to you... "
At this time, Zhao Mengqi was still wearing heavy armor, but he had taken off his armor and face armor, and his face was full of spring breeze, as if he was really just a guest.
Mu Hua raised his head and looked at King Yan's face. He was surprised at his youth and admired his grace, and then he became more humble.
"Your Majesty, you are here on a humble soil. The old man and all the clan members are deeply honored. If you don't mind the humble place, please come to the stronghold to rest for a while..."
"It's true that I have my wish, and I have the help of my father-in-law to lead the way."
Zhao Mengqi smiled, held Mu Hua's arm, and walked up the mountain.
When passing Haru, Zhao Mengqi stopped and reached out to pat Haru on the shoulder.
"There are mountains beyond the mountains, and there is a sky beyond the sky. A temporary failure does not mean anything. The world is very big. If you have the opportunity, I hope you can walk more and see more. Maybe one day you can be a hundred times stronger than you are now."
Haru's eyes rolled, but he was confused because he couldn't understand Zhao Mengqi's words at all.
Then Mu Hua translated it and gave some explanations.
After hearing this, Haru was thoughtful.
