Yanyu Island, Wuxin City.
Ever since the failure of the attack on Wuxin City that day, the Black Scarf Army on the opposite side has become much quieter. They no longer insist on taking down the city within a few days, but instead spread out, sending scouts upstream and downstream, slowly closing in from all directions to surround and monitor the city on the mountain.
The defenders in the city were naturally aware of this, but they originally had fewer troops than the Black Turban Army outside. In addition, the Yanyu Continent is mountainous, and fighting in the forest gives the agile Black Turban Army an obvious advantage and is more flexible. So in the end, they could only watch, occasionally using the city's artillery to bombard some small strongholds, or sending a small group of elite troops to deal with the scouts on the west road.
The two sides remained deadlocked for several days, with the defenders waiting for support and the Black Scarf Army also waiting for support.
This continued until five days later, when changes finally occurred.
A team of about sixty people came from the south, and even the defenders in the city could hear the heavy hoofbeats on the other side of the river in the distance.
"What's going on over there?" the team on the city wall asked.
"Looking at the person coming from the south, could he be a special master?" This is what ordinary people would usually think.
"Quick, take a closer look." As he said this, the captain looked at the soldiers on the watchtower nearby.
"Yes!" The soldier began to fiddle with the copper telescope in front of him and turned it towards the distant camp.
Against the backdrop of dark woods, dozens of tall visitors rode giant black bulls and walked along the road by the river.
These people are tall, about three to four meters tall, with dark skin but a metallic luster, a copper color that has been precipitated to the extreme, with only a little dark gold visible. They wear rough-style armor with their shoulders and legs exposed, and their hair is mostly gray-blue.
When being spied on, one of them turned his head suddenly, and saw a flash before his eyes. The soldier on the watchtower fell to his knees on the ground, covering his eyes and rolling over.
“It hurts, ahhhhh!”
"No need to look." An old soldier came over from the other side of the city wall.
"Those are the descendants of the Thunder God, Lei Xiaze. I didn't expect them to be able to find more than 60 people. Aren't these people already extinct?"
In ancient times, there lived a group of tall giants in Leixiaze. Their skin was as dark as copper, they were good at using lightning, and they could ride giant snakes. They were a powerful tribe in the local area, and the surrounding monsters did not dare to invade.
Such a powerful race, unfortunately, has always been small in number. Then, with the advent of the Phoenix, the human race migrated and expanded from the shores of the Yellow Sea to all directions. During their arduous journey, they encountered this powerful local tribe.
After the two sides met, they fought several battles, and then the population of this tribe decreased and gradually declined.
Originally, there was a huge city in Leixiaze, which gathered nearly one million people in ancient times. After the war, this huge city sank into the swamp. Since then, the descendants of the Thunder God tribe have gradually disappeared, and their numbers have become fewer and fewer. Even if there are some, most of them are mixed-bloods, and are not as powerful and special as their ancestors.
After dealing with the spying of the defenders on the city wall, the group of more than 60 people walked into the camp of the Black Turban Army. They didn't even look up at the wooden walls beside them, and looked at the soldiers around them as if they were fragile chicks.
"This is it, Huanggu." The young man in black who was walking in the front dismounted and spoke to the tall figure leading the group behind him.
"Yeah." His voice was rough, and then he turned and gestured to the tribesmen behind him.
Afterwards, these people got down from the huge black bull and sat cross-legged on the ground to rest. They didn't talk much, and only from the occasional electric sparks on their bodies could one tell that they were tempering their magic power and practicing.
Wu Xingkui lifted the door curtain and walked into the big tent in the center, while Huang Gu behind him also bent down and walked into the tent with his head lowered. Fortunately, the height inside was enough and he didn't have to keep his waist lowered. After all, it was too high, so everyone in the tent had to look up at this tall descendant of the Thunder God.
"Everyone, this is my elder brother Huang Gu." Wu Xingkui introduced him to everyone, and then a burst of intermittent welcoming voices were heard in the big tent.
It is obvious that although this person is powerful, he also makes many people in the tent feel afraid. If he suddenly attacks, they will find it difficult to stop him, and they feel that they are no longer safe.
Fortunately, this descendant of the Thunder God named Huang Gu had an extremely calm personality, and gradually made everyone feel a little relieved.
The topic then turned to the main problem they were facing now, which was how to capture the city on the other side of the river.
"Prepare a large shield for me, and then five thousand people will follow me." After the discussion, Huang Gu spoke slowly and narrated in a straightforward manner, as if it was just a normal thing to do like breaking a branch on the roadside tonight.
"A shield... I'm afraid it's difficult to make one right now. However, I can use rivets from wood to tie the other shields together. I wonder if Lord Aragogu would be willing to accept this."
"Can."
"That's good." Then everyone discussed the issue of siege.
"Isn't five thousand a bit too few? Last time we attacked, we had a total of thirty thousand men, and we still failed."
Huang Gu shook his head, looking down at the people below, "Five thousand elite soldiers are more than enough, any more will be damaged by firearms."
Too much crowding of people is indeed disadvantageous for firearms. Everyone nodded thoughtfully, but then they thought, the defenders in the city are superior to them in terms of discipline, equipment and training level. Can they really be defeated without the advantage of numbers?
"There will be 5,000 troops in the front, and support will be provided later depending on the situation. What do you think?" This should be safer, everyone thought.
"Can."
After some details were explained, it was completely dark outside. When everyone walked out of the tent, they had already started making a fire and cooking.
Hundreds of huge iron pots were cooking food in the camp on the river bank to supply the Black Turban Army of about 130,000. Many soldiers danced and sang around the fire. The loud folk songs vented the boredom and depression that had accumulated over time.
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