Kim Moo-shin turned to look at the Goryeo soldiers, whose faces were also flushed, and roared, "What others can do, you can do too! If anyone wets their pants in fear... then you can end it all!"
On the fertile plains, the native warriors formed an irregular formation, and the accompanying shamans began to distribute "potions" to them, one bowl for each person, a large quantity to satisfy their hunger.
"The power of your ancestors has made you forget the pain and fear no death. Victory lies ahead. Go and reclaim your glory, warriors!"
The shaman's language seemed like magic, making all the natives' eyes turn red, their nostrils flare, and their mouths drool.
"Awooooo!"
The natives had no war drums, no horns, only loud voices. Shouting and howling, they charged across the fields in dense formation, heading towards the Da Yuan army camp.
Looking at the stone knives, axes, and wooden spears in the hands of the natives, Wu Mingyi felt a surge of resentment. If he were to be defeated by these people this time, it would be quite a sight, probably even more humiliating than when he was cleaning toilets.
"Balloon... Fire! Archers, prepare!"
Apart from the Korean battalion, the rest of Wu Mingyi's core members had all fought the orcs to the death, and remained completely composed after engaging the enemy.
The whistling sound of crossbow bolts piercing the air was like a bewitching curse, taking away one life after another. The natives fell in droves, only to be trampled by even more natives behind them.
The natives didn't have ladders to climb the city walls; their simple ladders consisted of two logs tied with a dozen or so horizontal branches. The Da Yuan army camp also lacked a five-zhang-high city wall, only a wooden stockade less than two zhang high.
Everything was a repeat of the Battle of Ulan-Ude, except this time the Yuan army was the defenders and the natives were the attackers.
There were many archers in Tu Rao, and people were constantly being hit by arrows on the stockade walls. Qin Mo was not extravagant enough to put everyone in full armor, but only equipped each team with ten suits for use as assault troops.
Kim Moo-shin finally understood why Oh Myung-yi had asked him to appease his subordinates; he witnessed a sight he had never seen before in his life.
The tribesmen in the front row were pushed up the village wall in despair, then hacked to death and thrown off the wall, while the ignorant tribesmen behind them were still being pushed over.
Kim Moo-shin had fought against the Japanese sea monsters before, but compared to the bloody scene now, that was just child's play.
"Kim Sam, bring a team over to replace them. Their knives are dull and need sharpening."
Wu Mingyi's loud shout startled Jin Wuxin awake, and he quickly selected his most elite team to replace a Japanese team.
The stockade walls were covered in mud and blood, with people constantly falling and getting covered in blood. Jin Wuxin felt a surge in his chest and finally vomited.
"vomit……!"
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