Chapter 138 The Main Idea

“Master Taman, you must help us take down the stockade tomorrow. Our warriors cannot die in vain.”

The native chieftain Asen had clearly obtained the consent of the other tribal chiefs before making his request to the oldest shaman, Taman.

"Asen, it's only a few thousand people who died. The tribe has thousands of newborns every year. What's the rush?"

The old wizard didn't even raise his eyelids, casually deflecting Asen's words.

“Thousands of people are born every year, but how many can become warriors? We sacrifice so many of you every year, and now that we need you, how can we hide behind and watch our warriors go to their deaths?”

Asen's eyes were already strange. The number of deaths in the past two days far exceeded his expectations. Warriors without the support of wizards could not break through the enemy's walls at all. Ten deaths were not enough to kill even one enemy. Did they have to use human lives to exhaust the enemy?

"Asen, I suggested that we postpone the attack and reconsider our strategy, but you instigated other wizards to follow your wishes for your own selfish reasons, and now you come to me again... Don't you find that ridiculous?"

Asen finally stopped hiding his true intentions and said coldly, "Wizards have always helped warriors fight against enemies. Warriors can leave wizards, but wizards without warriors... are of no use. Master Taman, we have already begun our attack, so we cannot retreat. Do you... understand?"

"Ahsen, you are insulting the messenger of the gods..." Wizard Taman's eyes also changed, filled with indifference.

"Gods?...The gods won't pay any attention to me until I die!" Asen said contemptuously, his large hand already gripping the wooden handle of the battle axe.

"Sir, the native shaman has appeared..."

“I saw it. Inoue, go and gather your riflemen and ballistae. Shoot whenever you have the chance, don’t hold back.”

Holding a telescope, Wu Mingyi quietly watched the group of wizards who had given him an unforgettable experience, and coldly gave orders to the well.

Wu Mingyi keenly noticed that the Tu Rao people were different today. A noticeably tall group of natives stood in front of the shamans, each wearing several pieces of wood that resembled armor. Each shaman was protected by several natives wielding tall wooden shields as they slowly approached the village wall.

When they were eighty paces from the stockade wall, the shaman stopped, and tall wooden shields immediately surrounded them, forming a shield wall. The towering indigenous troops then accelerated, charging towards the Da Yuan army camp.

"Bang!" A huge crossbow bolt shot from a ballista struck the shield wall, causing the entire shield wall to shake, but it did not pierce the shield. It seems that the shield is made of a special hardwood, which is very sturdy.

"Bang...bang...bang" A series of crossbow bolts and lead bullets struck the shield wall, but none of them could penetrate the thick wooden shield. At a distance of eighty zhang, even the Minié Spear lost its armor-piercing power.

Having already witnessed the wizard's power, Wu Mingyi immediately ran towards the group of the tallest warriors, shouting as he ran: "Make way over that section of the stockade wall, everyone hide inside the stockade, riflemen assemble below the stockade wall."

However, the soldiers on the stockade were unaware of the sorcerer's tricks, and Wu Mingyi's orders amidst the shouts of battle did not clearly reach their ears.

one

In the blink of an eye, dozens of warriors staggered and fell, their heads chopped off by the local warriors who had scaled the village wall. This scene drove Wu Mingyi completely mad. He pushed his energy to the limit, leaping high into the air and landing amidst the group of local warriors.

The familiar dizziness struck Wu Mingyi's mind again, but this time he was prepared. His vital energy neutralized most of the "divine magic" attack. The wizards, fearing the powerful killing force of the ballistae, did not approach the stockade wall too closely to provide support, which greatly reduced the pressure on Wu Mingyi, allowing him to barely swing his sword and kill.

The wooden shards on the natives' bodies took effect, and Wu Mingyi's high-quality longsword no longer possessed its usual unstoppable power. Although he could still cut through the hard wooden shards, slicing them in two was no longer possible. The surging crowd made him feel somewhat overwhelmed...

"My lord, come down quickly... come down quickly."

Looking inside the stockade wall, Wu Mingyi saw riflemen lined up in neat rows, their dark gun barrels pointed directly at the section of the wall where he was standing. He jumped down with all his might, exposing the local people on the wall to the gun barrels.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of popping beans rang out again. The indigenous "armored warriors" finally began to bleed. They struggled to jump off the stockade wall, took a few difficult steps, and then collapsed, letting out a bloodcurdling scream of resentment.

The natives retreated like a tide once again, and the shamans also fled to a distant camp. It seemed that the death of this elite "armored warrior" had dealt a heavy blow to their confidence.

Wu Mingyi stroked the corpses of the high-ranking officials on the city wall, snot streaming down his face. Among the dozens of men were more than a dozen sons of high-ranking officials, all his childhood playmates. They had fought their way from the recruit camp to the northern snowfields and returned safely, but now they had lost their lives because of his carelessness. How could he not regret it and feel heartbroken?

"My lord... the natives are retreating... should we pursue them?"

Haruka Erlang timidly approached and said that he had followed Wu Mingyi earlier, and since the soldiers did not want to disturb the weeping Wu Mingyi, he had to report it himself.

"Pursue? Haven't we lost enough men already? We don't have any Xuan Realm cultivators, and we can't resist their wizards. How are we supposed to pursue them?"

After being cursed at and kicked by Wu Mingyi, Chun Shang and the soldiers around him breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the captain didn't go crazy, that was fine. There were no stockades to rely on in the wild. If tens of thousands of drugged natives surrounded them, unless they were high-level cultivators, they would be overwhelmed.

My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!