Chapter 398: Fine Iron Spear
"Whoosh..."
The cold wind was howling in the sky.
Jiang Xuan sat on the back of a purple eagle, with the sound of wind whistling around him, the crocodile tribe getting farther and farther away behind him, and the silly girl on a stilt house.
His face showed a hint of disappointment, because the Crocodile Tribe did not agree to come out in full force to join the Vine Tribe in besieging the Black Snake Tribe. They only agreed to send a portion of the warriors to help.
However, this was also expected. After all, the Crocodile Tribe was large and powerful, and the risk of all of them coming out was too great. What's more, the Black Snake Tribe was relatively far away from them, so there was no conflict of interest for the time being.
If they had not formed a feud with the Black Snake Tribe in the past, and had not had many interests in common with the Vine Tribe, I'm afraid they would not even send people to help in the battle.
Jiang Xuan said to himself: "Sure enough, no matter what time it is, only when you are strong yourself can you be truly strong. You can't rely on others."
Tangyuan flapped its wings and flew towards the Teng tribe with all its strength. Amid the whistling wind, Jiang Xuan's gaze gradually became firm.
He understood that since they could not unite with the Crocodile Tribe to attack, the Vine Tribe would have to lead those subordinate tribes to fight desperately with the Black Snake Tribe.
This is a tough battle. If we win, the Teng tribe's position in the central region will be completely consolidated.
Because they defeated a large and fierce tribe, this record was enough to deter those tribes with evil intentions.
If they lose the battle, the good situation that the Teng tribe has worked so hard to build up will likely be ruined, and they may even be forced to withdraw from the central Southern Wilderness.
Is the risk big? It is indeed big, but Jiang Xuan has no choice.
If the Bamboo Rat Tribe is allowed to be destroyed, it will also be a fatal blow to the prestige of the Vine Tribe, making other tribes think that the Vine Tribe is weak and can be bullied, and there is a great possibility that the Black Snake Tribe will become more aggressive.
"Since we have no choice, let's fight. Let's make a name for ourselves and create a bright future!"
Jiang Xuan's eyes became extremely sharp. He stretched out his hand and grasped the bronze spear beside him. The totem pattern on his skin automatically emerged, his blood boiled, and his fighting spirit was high.
"Eer..."
The purple eagle glutinous rice ball sensed Jiang Xuan's fighting spirit and became excited as well. It chirped loudly, and the totem pattern of the Teng tribe slowly emerged on its forehead. Its flying speed was twice as fast as before.
By the evening, Jiang Xuan had already rushed back to the Teng tribe.
He first listened to the latest intelligence collected by Thorn Vine, then gathered everyone together and told them about the situation of the Crocodile Tribe.
After he finished speaking, he stood up from his chair, looked at everyone and said, "Our Teng tribe has come this far not because of the help and charity of others, but because of our own efforts. We have fought more difficult battles, so why should we be afraid of the Black Snake tribe?"
Jing Jie was the first to stand up: "Don't be afraid, I've always wanted to taste those big black snakes!"
Everyone echoed: "I want to eat snake soup!"
"I want snake soup!"
"I want to eat grilled snake meat"
…
The crowd was excited and eager to fight. No one retreated and no one was afraid.
Jiang Xuan smiled and said, "Okay, notify all the subordinate tribes to set out towards the Bamboo Rat Tribe tomorrow morning. Except for the necessary personnel left behind, all others must participate in the battle."
"If anyone is afraid of fighting and refuses to go, it is equivalent to betraying the Teng tribe!"
Afterwards, everyone discussed the specific details and then hurriedly dispersed. Each leader went to notify the tribesmen in the tribe to make preparations for the war, while Thorn Vine was responsible for notifying all the subordinate tribes.
Not long after the meeting ended, two warriors from the foundry workshop came to ask to see Jiang Xuan, carrying a stick-like object wrapped in animal skin.
After seeing Jiang Xuan, the two men placed the stick-like object horizontally on the ground, untied the animal skin wrapping it, revealing a weapon that was flashing with cold light.
"Chief, this is a special spear we made according to your requirements. Please inspect it."
Jiang Xuan was cheered up and immediately stepped forward, excitedly grabbing the special spear on the ground.
In fact, this is not a spear. Its real name should be a spear because its head is a sharp, angular spear head instead of a long and narrow spear head.
This spear is about three meters long. It is forged from fine iron and has been carefully polished. It is silver-white in color and the blade shines with a cold light.
This is a real weapon of war. Fine iron is stronger and tougher than bronze, and the spear is more suitable for large-scale combat environments than the lance.
Jiang Xuan held the thick and heavy weapon in his hand and played with it for a long time before asking the two soldiers, "How heavy is this spear? Have you weighed it?"
One of the soldiers replied, "We weighed it, 86 kilograms."
Jiang Xuan nodded with satisfaction and said, "Very good."
An ordinary wooden-handled spear weighs only seven or eight pounds, but Jiang Xuan's spear is more than ten times heavier than an ordinary spear. It is difficult for an ordinary soldier to hold it in his hand for battle, let alone carry it while walking.
Only a seven-color warrior with immense strength like Jiang Xuan could use such an extremely heavy long weapon in combat.
Jiang Xuan took out a handful of knife coins and stuffed them directly into the two warriors without any hesitation: "I am very satisfied with this weapon. You have worked so hard to forge it for so long. Take these knife coins back and share them with the tribesmen who participated in the forging. Reward everyone."
The two warriors were overjoyed: "Thank you, Chief."
Jiang Xuan smiled and waved his hand, letting them go back on their own.
After the two soldiers left, Jiang Xuan played with the fine iron spear again, but felt that the room was too small and he could not use it at all, so he went to the yard holding the spear.
It was the first day of February. There was no moon in the sky and the yard was pitch black. Only the flames in the fire pit cast a little light through the gate.
Fortunately, Jiang Xuan had eaten a large amount of night-shining mushrooms and had the ability to see at night, so night or day had little effect on him.
He walked to the most spacious place in the yard, recalling the Liuhe spear that he had practiced out of interest in his previous life, while practicing slowly with the spear in his hand.
At first, his speed was very slow and his movements were a little clumsy, but gradually, the spear techniques replayed in his mind like a movie, and he gradually became familiar with the fine iron spear in his hand, and his movements gradually became faster.
“Huff, huff, huff…”
When he was practicing with great enthusiasm, he simply took off his shirt, and all the totem patterns on his skin lit up. He danced the spear in his hand faster and faster, and the tip of the spear moved in and out like a rain of pear blossoms, and the sound of the wind was like the roar of dragons and tigers.
Hearing the noise, Chishao and the soldiers of the guard team came to watch. They saw that Jiang Xuan and the spear in the yard seemed to be one. A cold light flew up and down, and the whistling spear stirred up gusts of wind, and countless fallen leaves fluttered around Jiang Xuan.
Chishao and the others' eyes widened, and everyone was so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths.
As tribesmen, they use spears very often, but they only know the basic movements of stabbing, picking, chopping and hacking. When have they ever seen such violent and smooth spear skills?
"Duo!"
Jiang Xuanwu was so excited that he stabbed a thick wooden log in the yard with his spear, then shook it violently with the butt of the spear.
“Crack!”
A hole was pierced in the wood first, and then it was violently torn into two pieces by the huge force transmitted from the gun body.
"happy!"
Jiang Xuan put away his gun and turned around, with the butt of the gun slamming heavily on the ground. At this moment, he not only did not feel tired, but instead felt refreshed.
It was not until then that the people outside the courtyard gate came to their senses and rushed into the courtyard in curiosity, asking Jiang Xuan about this special weapon and the dazzling marksmanship he had just used.
Jiang Xuan introduced to them with a smile this "spear" evolved from the spear, and for the first time conveyed the concept of "spearmanship" to everyone.
Everyone was very excited and asked Jiang Xuan to teach them how to use a spear.
Jiang Xuan promised them that after the battle, he would have the foundry forge a large number of spear heads and teach them spear skills.
Of course, for the rifles manufactured in large quantities, only the gun head is made of iron, and the gun body is definitely made of wood.
The reason for doing this is, firstly, to save costs, and secondly, not everyone has the strength to use a heavy all-iron gun.
After getting Jiang Xuan's promise, everyone left the yard contentedly and went back to continue preparing various items and weapons for tomorrow's battle.
After all, this war concerns the survival of the Teng tribe in the central region, and everything must give way to the war.
Thanks to the leader "閒看苑" for the reward of 10,000 book coins.
Thanks to the deacon "This World is Guilty" for the reward of 500 book coins.
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