Chapter 403: Trading injuries for lives
"Woo woo woo..."
The low-pitched horn is the characteristic of the Mi tribe to launch a war. These horns are supported by the horns of four-horned sheep, and the sound is low and melodious.
As the horns sounded, the four-horned cavalry rushed out from behind the western hillside. They formed a sharp arrow formation, took advantage of the downhill acceleration, and rushed madly to the center of the Sword Tribe Alliance.
Two thousand cavalrymen are not terrible for the Sword Tribe Alliance composed of tens of thousands of warriors, but this is a special period.
The entire team was out of command and lost its direction. The warriors in the center were confused and didn't know whether to go south or north. There was no close combat in both directions, and they were all under pressure.
At this time, the Four Corners Cavalry rushed into the center of the Sword Tribe Alliance, like a hot knife cutting through cold butter, the Sword Tribe Alliance's battle formation was split in two.
If the Mi Tribe had not entered the Fire Tribe, perhaps they would choose to turn over and rush towards the Sword Tribe Alliance to slaughter them wantonly. The damage caused by this would seem to be great, but in fact it is very small.
The Four Corners Cavalry, who had been educated by the Fire Tribe and required by the Burning Tribe, would certainly not make such a mistake. They chose to turn over and continue to penetrate, back and forth several times, and stopped before they were about to go crazy.
After being penetrated by them several times, the Sword Tribe Alliance completely collapsed. The original formation based on tribes had disappeared, and many unfamiliar tribes began to attack each other.
Just like a camp being blown up, the exhausted warriors just wanted to escape the battlefield as soon as possible, and they began to run in the east and west.
The Four Corners Cavalry did not pursue because of their own special reasons, and the Fire Tribe Alliance was unable to pursue because it was in a head-on confrontation with the Sword Tribe.
Only the Fox Tribe leader who had received Zhuo's order early on had the ability to pursue, but at this time he hesitated.
Completely destroying the Sword Tribe Alliance would only allow the Fire Tribe to dominate. If the Sword Tribe Alliance could be maintained...
The Fox Tribe was hesitant, and Zhuo could not bear it anymore, so he called the Wolf Shaman who had already been arranged to rest to his side: "Please ask the Wolf Shaman to ask the Fox Tribe Shaman three questions for me: Fight, or not fight."
The Wolf Shaman nodded, understood Zhuo's meaning, rode his Nether Wolf mount, and led the Wolf Cavalry out.
"Boom boom..."
Two groups of cavalry rushed out on the battlefield. They were the wolf cavalry led by the wolf wizard, and the remaining horse cavalry. This was the power that was tightly grasped in the hands, hoping to achieve success at the last moment.
These 1,000 wolf cavalry were led by the wolf wizard himself, and he charged to the front line as bravely as the wolf wizards of all generations.
What the wolf cavalry and horse cavalry had to do was not to charge, but to chase the enemy non-stop, forcing them to lay down their weapons and kneel on the ground to surrender.
When the wolf wizard passed by the fox tribe camp that had stopped, he asked the ghost wolf under his seat to stop.
"I am the wolf wizard, is the fox tribe wizard here?"
He asked loudly, and soon the fox tribe wizard came out.
It can be seen that he is a little weak, with scars all over his body, which should be the injuries he suffered when escaping from the Knife Tribe.
"Fight or not fight?"
The Wolf Shaman questioned.
"The Fox Tribe struggled to resist the Knife Tribe coalition, all the warriors..."
"Fight or not fight?"
The Wolf Shaman ignored his sophistry and interrupted him to ask.
"It's not about not fighting..."
"Fight or not fight?"
The Wolf Shaman asked for the third time, and ignored the Fox Tribe Shaman. He stroked the head of the Nether Wolf with his right hand, and the giant wolf turned around and was about to leave the Fox Tribe.
"Fight, fight, Fox Tribe fight." The
Fox Tribe Shaman stomped his feet and shouted angrily. At this time, he no longer looked like a wounded soldier, but like a guy driven crazy by obsessive-compulsive disorder.
With his words, the Fox Tribe, Ox Tribe, Snow Tribe and others joined the battle. Some continued to advance, while others went to hunt down the fleeing enemies.
"People of the Fire Tribe, do you dare to come out and fight?"
In the trench, the leader of the Sword Tribe roared angrily. In this intersecting place, no one knew how many people from the Sword Tribe had died. The corpses on the ground seemed to be all from the Sword Tribe.
He was already being driven crazy by this place, but he didn't want to retreat. He wanted to kill these guys, otherwise no one would be afraid of him, and no one would be afraid of the Sword Tribe. Zhuo
listened to the roar of the leader of the Sword Tribe quietly across a trench, and occasionally he would smack the dry millet in his mouth and swallow it with a mouthful of water.
Soldiers will not eat all at once during a war. Eating small meals frequently is the best choice, but it is not easy to do so on the battlefield. Therefore, eating raw food becomes the best choice.
The first choice is of course frozen raw meat with a little fat. Cut it into thin slices with a sharp stone knife and eat it bit by bit. The taste is so delicious.
Eating raw millet with water is not the best choice, but it is easy to feel full. If the battle is close, this is the best choice.
"Chief, do you really want to go?"
Zhuo nodded, answering the question of the people around him.
He touched the ground with his hands to prevent his hands from becoming slippery due to sweat during the fierce battle.
"Leader of the Sword Tribe, let's have a fight, do you dare?" Zhuo
asked loudly. The other side of the trench suddenly became quiet, but after the silence, a muffled sound suddenly came, as if someone jumped out of the trench and stood on the land between the two trenches.
This is not a good position. Whether it is a short spear or a bow and arrow, anyone can attack, but no one took action.
Zhuo looked at the leader of the Sword Tribe who jumped up regardless of the injury on his arm, and his eyes were full of admiration.
If it were him, he would not make such a choice. After all, his side was already at a disadvantage. If he lost the fight again or even died, then the situation would be over.
"Very brave."
Zhuo praised, gathered enough strength to jump out of the trench, and stood with the leader of the Sword Tribe.
"I heard that the most capable fighter among you people of the Fire Tribe is Shi. Isn't he here?"
The voice of the leader of the Knife Tribe was a little hoarse. When he mentioned Shi, Zhuo raised his eyebrows.
Zhuo looked down on Shi very much back then, and was the one who got along the most with him. The two of them had a deep grudge, and the position of team leader made things even more unpleasant in the later period.
This made him reject Shi's training method for a long time, and his strength in the team stagnated, and he almost lost his position as the captain.
It was also during that time that Ran, who had a better relationship with Shi, became the team leader after Shi became the leader. He once again lost the position of team leader, although he knew that even if he was strong enough, he might not be able to become the team leader.
But this failure stimulated him, and he finally began to accept Shi's training method and re-consolidated his position.
The ups and downs of life will always have a great impact on a person, and even cause a great change in his personality.
Like Zhuo, his previous irritable temper has long gone, and he has become dull and stable, which is something many people did not expect.
"If you beat me, you can fight him."
Zhuo had a smile on his face. He twisted his neck, took out a shield covered with animal skin from behind, and drew out the short knife from his waist with his right hand.
His short knife was very short, and it was also wrapped with a layer of red copper, making his weapon copper-colored.
Seeing Zhuo's red copper weapon, the leader of the knife tribe frowned. It was this sharp weapon that hurt him.
"Buzz."
The leader of the knife tribe drew out his own weapon, which was also a stone knife.
The stone knife seemed to have life, and it would tremble slightly and make a buzzing sound.
Zhuo was not surprised to see this. The reason why the Knife Tribe is called the Knife Tribe is because they make a living with weapons. Everyone will cultivate a stone knife in their lifetime. People and stone knives are connected as if by blood.
This allows them to use the knife as easily as using their arms and fingers. At the same time, the power of the knife will be greater, and even the totem power can spread to the blade.
Unlike the Fire Tribe, which spreads the totem power through red copper, the power of the Knife Tribe will only spread to the blade, which makes their knives sharper and increases the speed of swinging, bringing a kind of wind-breaking effect.
Zhuo tightened the short knife in his right hand, took a deep breath, and rushed forward suddenly.
The totem power exploded, and only the waist, knees, and feet quickly exploded the totem power in sequence, but the speed was abnormally fast.
"Die."
The leader of the Knife Tribe exhaled and shouted, slashing at the shield raised by Zhuo with the long knife in his hand.
Zhuo had fought with the Knife Tribe warriors before, and knew that the damage from their long knives could not be resisted with shields, so a totem power flashed on his left arm, and the shield quickly adjusted its direction.
Instead of attacking head-on, he slightly moved to the side, which formed an angle between the stone knife and the shield. The stone knife needed a stronger force to completely cut through the shield.
"Crack."
The shield left traces of cracks, but still withstood the blow.
I bet right... Zhuo thought in his heart.
Zhuo is good at using knife and shield, and the most important thing about knife and shield is close combat, especially when fighting against a long knife holder like the leader of the Knife Tribe.
The totem power flashed on his right arm, and the short knife stabbed out from under the shield, heading straight for the throat of the leader of the Knife Tribe.
At the critical moment, the leader of the Knife Tribe also showed his extraordinary fighting skills. He retracted the stone knife in his hand and knocked the handle of the stone knife directly against the short knife that Zhuo stabbed out.
This is a very bold way of defense, which is the confidence that comes after mastering one's weapon to the millimeter.
"Snap."
With a crisp sound, Zhuo's short knife was unharmed, and the handle of the knife leader's knife was broken, but it also successfully blocked Zhuo's fatal blow.
After knocking Zhuo's short knife off, the long knife in the hand of the Knife Tribe leader pulled down, trying to split Zhuo from the shoulder.
Zhuo's shoulders and two toes immediately flashed with totemic power, and then his whole body instantly shrank into a ball, and the cracked shield on the retracted left arm blocked the long knife.
"Zila..."
The long sword rubbed against the shield, and there was a strong vibration on the sharp blade. The shield was cut inch by inch with the friction. Zhuo's
eyes were as sharp as iron, and his curled body suddenly exploded. His left arm pushed forward to push the long sword, and the short sword in his right hand went from bottom to top, bypassing the left hand of the leader of the Knife Tribe and stabbed his ribs.
"Swish..."
There was a sound like cutting, and blood was all over the battlefield. It was Zhuo's left arm. After the shield was broken, he resolutely blocked the long sword, but it was also cut in half.
"Puff."
With a muffled sound, the short sword pierced the right rib of the leader of the Knife Tribe and went straight into his internal organs.
Zhuo achieved his goal by exchanging injury for life.
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