Brian walked out of the camp, and the victorious soldiers were returning one after another.
Compared to the relatively neat team when they set out, they were like a group of refugees with blood on their bodies and no one was intact. Either there was a hole here or there was a missing piece. Obviously, such traces would be left only after extremely fierce close-killing battles.
In addition, the number of soldiers is even more shocking. Less than half of the ambush team composed of two thousand people can still walk back while standing.
In order to transport the injured, no one rode any horses and camels, and one rider basically carried two to three people.
With the captives escorted, the entire team was very scattered. From a distance, it looked completely different from a well-trained army.
But there was no trace of depression on everyone's faces, but instead they looked energetic, completely different from them when they went to war.
This is the first time in the extreme southern border with the power of a small tribe to defeat the large clans in the Iron Sand City!
Brian knew that after this battle, they truly transformed from hunters into soldiers.
What satisfied him even more was that although the ambush team was wearing woven clothes and disheveled hair, they remembered his teachings, no matter how long the soldiers could abandon their weapons of fighting.
Most people's water bags and food bags have disappeared, and some people even have half of their new shoes, but guns and sabers are still hanging behind them.
The First Army could not always guard the southern border for Shamin. They must rely on their own strength to make the tribe operate in the order set by Grey Castle. This is just the superficial order of the King of Grey Castle. Brian knew that His Majesty Roland hoped to get more than that.
He needed more troops and needed the Mojin people to be institutionally invested in the battle of divine will.
And now, these people have become more qualified.
The Musket Battalion Commander turned around with satisfaction and nodded to Qiuda. Now you can talk about the details of the battle.
As for the battle itself, there was nothing amazing about it. Instead, it was full of flaws and mistakes. According to the plan, the two thousand sand people were divided into two groups, one group pretending to be bait, sneaking back to the Yinchuan Oasis one after another, and then heading north along Yinchuan at night, creating the illusion of wanting to sneak into the saline-alkali land.
The other group lies in the last unmanned oasis at the end of Yinchuan in advance.
Nutao and the Bone-Sharpening Clan naturally would not allow the small tribe to provoke their majesty. A cavalry of more than 800 people set out from Ironsha City and followed their footsteps to catch up with the defector.
Although there are more bait people, they don’t take it seriously at all for the small tribe sand people who are not even considered watchdogs.
The two teams fled and chased each other, and soon entered the ambush circle and this part was still implemented as planned, but everything that followed was in chaos.
Bait should dismount first and surrender, and trick the opponent into dismounting, then find an opportunity to disperse the horses and let the ambush team take action.
But the Shamin, who was responsible for the closure of the road, ignited the fire in advance. Under the flames, the enemy immediately realized that the situation was not good and began to break through in the direction of the coming.
If it weren't for the large amount of black water prepared in advance, the ambush would probably have failed.
The subsequent battle turned into a chaotic battle. The bait group drew a knife to kill the enemy who had returned. The ambushed troops could only join many of them fired one shot from beginning to end. The previous training skills such as platoon shooting and alternating loading were completely useless. The way to decide the winner was still the most traditional hand-to-hand combat of Shamins.
As Brian said, they did not only have muskets, but under the neighing of horses and the fire, this small oasis that had already shrunk became the battlefield for life and death battles between the two sides.
Flying down the rider, or being trampled on by horse hooves, are common scenes on the battlefield. When two people hug each other, their teeth can also take away their opponent's lives.
Small tribes are not without warriors. Shamins have to face extremely harsh living environments since they were born. People who can survive in the hands of sandworms and poisonous scorpions have basically mastered excellent fighting skills.
It can be said that in terms of individual strength, the gap between them and the big clan is not attainable.
The disadvantage of these tribes is that their lack of resources restricts their reproduction and expansion. No matter how powerful the warriors are, they cannot defeat their enemies ten times their own. As long as the tribe does not change in form, it will be difficult for them to compete with the big clan.
But now, this disadvantage no longer exists.
The soldiers in the Shamin Army came from dozens of Yinchuan tribes. They no longer had to fight for resources. Everyone ate the same food and wore the same clothes. They were together during training and did not separate themselves when sleeping. What they lacked in the end was the courage and determination to break the convention.
The massacre of small tribes by Nutao and Kebing happened to make up for this link.
The battle lasts from night until dawn.
The Sand Minjun won the battle of trapped beasts.
When the flames were extinguished, only a piece of black charcoal was left in the oasis. Without the obstruction of trees, the yellow sand would soon bury the water source here, causing it to completely disappear on the surface, and Yinchuan would narrow the scope again until the next oasis was exposed to the erosion of sand and dust.
But the sand people will survive.
This battle is like a symbol, which accelerates the disappearance of the oasis, but points out the way for other sand people.
After listening to Qiu Da’s report, Brian walked step by step to everyone.
Very well done!You have won honor for yourself and gained vitality for the tribe!This is your victory, and the disposal of the spoils should also be decided by you!
He pointed to the captured warriors of the great clan.
kill!Kill them!
Sir, my relatives died at the hands of this group of people!
I want them to pay their lives!
Brian raised his right hand in the anticipated gaze of Shamin and waved it gently, the meaning of which was shown was self-evident.
Then there was a sound of blades being unsheathed.
The hot blood immediately dyed the salt sand under his feet red, like buds blooming in the snow, and the high morale of the soldiers reached its peak!
But the threat from Iron Sha City has not been completely lifted. Nutao and the Bone-Sharpening Clan can still send troops to the hinterland of Yinchuan at any time, and your tribe members are still under their blade!Brian shouted, The Chief has given you the power to enjoy the oasis of eternity, but the rebels are trying to destroy all this!Tell me, what should you do?
Capture the Iron Sand City and exile them into the Black Water Swamp!
Let these people know the consequences of betraying the chief!
Battalion Commander, I have friends in the oasis, please let them join this team too!
And me...my sisters can fight too!
A burst of shouts erupted from above the crowd, and the power contained in it made both Guerz and Toulam unable to help but take a step back.
Brian looked in the direction of Wudong City.
Your Majesty, the people who are plotting against the chaos have used their own blood to decorate your throne ceremony, and the Mojin people who are as loose as sand are gradually gathering.It won’t take long to make the Iron Sa City come under your control.
But this is just the beginning.
The entire extreme southern border will eventually become your pocket, and there will be no longer any resistance to your will in this desert.
Hope this gift will not disappoint you.
Compared to the relatively neat team when they set out, they were like a group of refugees with blood on their bodies and no one was intact. Either there was a hole here or there was a missing piece. Obviously, such traces would be left only after extremely fierce close-killing battles.
In addition, the number of soldiers is even more shocking. Less than half of the ambush team composed of two thousand people can still walk back while standing.
In order to transport the injured, no one rode any horses and camels, and one rider basically carried two to three people.
With the captives escorted, the entire team was very scattered. From a distance, it looked completely different from a well-trained army.
But there was no trace of depression on everyone's faces, but instead they looked energetic, completely different from them when they went to war.
This is the first time in the extreme southern border with the power of a small tribe to defeat the large clans in the Iron Sand City!
Brian knew that after this battle, they truly transformed from hunters into soldiers.
What satisfied him even more was that although the ambush team was wearing woven clothes and disheveled hair, they remembered his teachings, no matter how long the soldiers could abandon their weapons of fighting.
Most people's water bags and food bags have disappeared, and some people even have half of their new shoes, but guns and sabers are still hanging behind them.
The First Army could not always guard the southern border for Shamin. They must rely on their own strength to make the tribe operate in the order set by Grey Castle. This is just the superficial order of the King of Grey Castle. Brian knew that His Majesty Roland hoped to get more than that.
He needed more troops and needed the Mojin people to be institutionally invested in the battle of divine will.
And now, these people have become more qualified.
The Musket Battalion Commander turned around with satisfaction and nodded to Qiuda. Now you can talk about the details of the battle.
As for the battle itself, there was nothing amazing about it. Instead, it was full of flaws and mistakes. According to the plan, the two thousand sand people were divided into two groups, one group pretending to be bait, sneaking back to the Yinchuan Oasis one after another, and then heading north along Yinchuan at night, creating the illusion of wanting to sneak into the saline-alkali land.
The other group lies in the last unmanned oasis at the end of Yinchuan in advance.
Nutao and the Bone-Sharpening Clan naturally would not allow the small tribe to provoke their majesty. A cavalry of more than 800 people set out from Ironsha City and followed their footsteps to catch up with the defector.
Although there are more bait people, they don’t take it seriously at all for the small tribe sand people who are not even considered watchdogs.
The two teams fled and chased each other, and soon entered the ambush circle and this part was still implemented as planned, but everything that followed was in chaos.
Bait should dismount first and surrender, and trick the opponent into dismounting, then find an opportunity to disperse the horses and let the ambush team take action.
But the Shamin, who was responsible for the closure of the road, ignited the fire in advance. Under the flames, the enemy immediately realized that the situation was not good and began to break through in the direction of the coming.
If it weren't for the large amount of black water prepared in advance, the ambush would probably have failed.
The subsequent battle turned into a chaotic battle. The bait group drew a knife to kill the enemy who had returned. The ambushed troops could only join many of them fired one shot from beginning to end. The previous training skills such as platoon shooting and alternating loading were completely useless. The way to decide the winner was still the most traditional hand-to-hand combat of Shamins.
As Brian said, they did not only have muskets, but under the neighing of horses and the fire, this small oasis that had already shrunk became the battlefield for life and death battles between the two sides.
Flying down the rider, or being trampled on by horse hooves, are common scenes on the battlefield. When two people hug each other, their teeth can also take away their opponent's lives.
Small tribes are not without warriors. Shamins have to face extremely harsh living environments since they were born. People who can survive in the hands of sandworms and poisonous scorpions have basically mastered excellent fighting skills.
It can be said that in terms of individual strength, the gap between them and the big clan is not attainable.
The disadvantage of these tribes is that their lack of resources restricts their reproduction and expansion. No matter how powerful the warriors are, they cannot defeat their enemies ten times their own. As long as the tribe does not change in form, it will be difficult for them to compete with the big clan.
But now, this disadvantage no longer exists.
The soldiers in the Shamin Army came from dozens of Yinchuan tribes. They no longer had to fight for resources. Everyone ate the same food and wore the same clothes. They were together during training and did not separate themselves when sleeping. What they lacked in the end was the courage and determination to break the convention.
The massacre of small tribes by Nutao and Kebing happened to make up for this link.
The battle lasts from night until dawn.
The Sand Minjun won the battle of trapped beasts.
When the flames were extinguished, only a piece of black charcoal was left in the oasis. Without the obstruction of trees, the yellow sand would soon bury the water source here, causing it to completely disappear on the surface, and Yinchuan would narrow the scope again until the next oasis was exposed to the erosion of sand and dust.
But the sand people will survive.
This battle is like a symbol, which accelerates the disappearance of the oasis, but points out the way for other sand people.
After listening to Qiu Da’s report, Brian walked step by step to everyone.
Very well done!You have won honor for yourself and gained vitality for the tribe!This is your victory, and the disposal of the spoils should also be decided by you!
He pointed to the captured warriors of the great clan.
kill!Kill them!
Sir, my relatives died at the hands of this group of people!
I want them to pay their lives!
Brian raised his right hand in the anticipated gaze of Shamin and waved it gently, the meaning of which was shown was self-evident.
Then there was a sound of blades being unsheathed.
The hot blood immediately dyed the salt sand under his feet red, like buds blooming in the snow, and the high morale of the soldiers reached its peak!
But the threat from Iron Sha City has not been completely lifted. Nutao and the Bone-Sharpening Clan can still send troops to the hinterland of Yinchuan at any time, and your tribe members are still under their blade!Brian shouted, The Chief has given you the power to enjoy the oasis of eternity, but the rebels are trying to destroy all this!Tell me, what should you do?
Capture the Iron Sand City and exile them into the Black Water Swamp!
Let these people know the consequences of betraying the chief!
Battalion Commander, I have friends in the oasis, please let them join this team too!
And me...my sisters can fight too!
A burst of shouts erupted from above the crowd, and the power contained in it made both Guerz and Toulam unable to help but take a step back.
Brian looked in the direction of Wudong City.
Your Majesty, the people who are plotting against the chaos have used their own blood to decorate your throne ceremony, and the Mojin people who are as loose as sand are gradually gathering.It won’t take long to make the Iron Sa City come under your control.
But this is just the beginning.
The entire extreme southern border will eventually become your pocket, and there will be no longer any resistance to your will in this desert.
Hope this gift will not disappoint you.
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