Release that Witch Chapter 1033: King of Greycastle (bottom)
Brian stepped out of camp, and the winning fighters are returning one after another.
Compared to the neat team at the time of the expedition, at this moment they are like blood on the body of a group of refugees, and they can't see a piece of clothes intact. Either a hole is broken here, or a piece is missing there. Fierce close-killing will leave such traces.
In addition, the number of warriors is even more alarming. Less than half of the ambush team consisting of two thousand people can still stand and walk back. In order to transport the wounded, all the horses and camels were left unoccupied, and one or two riders basically carried two to three people. Coupled with the captives being escorted, the whole team was very fragmented and looked far away, not at all like a well-trained army.
But there was no sign of depression in the faces of the people, but they looked energetic, and they judged them when they were on the expedition.
With the power of the small tribe, defeat the big Clan in Iron Sand City, this is the first time in Extreme Southern Region!
Brian knows that after this battle, they have truly transformed from hunters to soldiers.
More to his satisfaction, although the ambush group sheds clothes and sheds its shawl, it keeps in mind his teachings. At any time, soldiers cannot abandon the weapon they fight.
Most people's water sacs and food bags have disappeared, and even some people have even lost half their new shoes, but guns and sabers are still hanging behind them.
First Army impossible will always defend southern region for Sandpeople. They must rely on their own power to make the tribe run according to the order established by Greycastle. This is only an apparent command of King of Greycastle. Brian knows that Your Majesty Roland hopes to get more than that.
He needs more troops, and he needs Mojin people to formally commit to War of Divine Will.
Now these people have gotten more qualified.
Firearm Battalion Commander turned around with satisfaction and nodded to Jodah, "Now you can talk about the details of the battle."
As far as this battle is concerned, there is nothing terribly perfect, but it is full of flaws and mistakes. According to the plan, the two thousand Sandpeople were divided into two groups, one group posing as bait, and one after another diving back to the Silver River oasis. Then, heading north along Silver River at night, creating the illusion of wanting to sneak to the saline land. The other group ambushed in advance in the last unmanned oasis at the end of Silver River.
The raging waves and Bone Scraper Clan that got the news will naturally not allow the tribe to challenge their majesty. A cavalry of more than 800 people followed Iron Sand City set off and followed the "renegade". Although the number of decoys is larger, they have not paid attention to the small tribe Sandpeople, which is not even a watchdog.
The two teams fled and chased, and soon entered the ambush circle. This part was still implemented as planned, but everything was messed up.
The "bait" should first dismount the horse and surrender. After tricking the other party into dismounting, it should then find a chance to dispel the horses and let the ambush team start. However, the Sandpeople responsible for the road closure ignited the lighter ahead of time. Under the fire, the enemy immediately realized that situation was not good and began to break out in the direction it had always been. If a lot of Black water had not been prepared in advance, I am afraid that this ambush would have failed.
The subsequent battle turned into a chaotic chaos. The bait group took a knife to kill the enemies who returned, and the ambush troops could only fire one shot from the beginning to the end of joining. Skills such as in-row shooting and alternate loading did not come in handy at all, and the way to determine the outcome is still the most traditional hand-to-hand combat of Sandpeople.
As Brian said, they are not the only weapon of firearms. Under the neighing of horses and the fire, this small oasis in a shrinking state has become a battleground between the two sides. Flying over the rider, or breaking the intestines with the horseshoe, are common sights in the battlefield. When the two are cuddled together, their teeth can also take the life of the opponent.
Small tribe is not without warriors. Sandpeople has to face extremely harsh living environment since its birth. People who can survive in the hands of sand worms and poisonous scorpions basically have a good fighting ability. It can be said that in terms of individual strength, the gap between them and the large clan's has not reached a level beyond which they can never reach.
The disadvantage of these tribes is that the lack of a large number of natural resource restricts their reproduction and expansion. No matter how powerful a warrior can not defeat ten times their enemies, as long as the tribal form does not change, they will be difficult to compete with the big Clan.
But this disadvantage no longer exists.
The fighters in the Sandpeople army come from dozens of Silver River tribes. They no longer have to fight for the natural resource. All people eat the same food, wear the same clothes, and stay together during training. Even when they are sleeping, they are not separated from each other. In the face of the powerful Iron Sand City Clan, what they lack in the end is just the courage and determination to break the rules.
The killing of the small tribe by Fury and Bones just makes up for this.
The battle continues from night to dawn.
Sandpeople won the victory of the beastly fighting.
When the flame is extinguished, the oasis is left with only black charcoal. Without the cover of trees, the yellow sand will soon bury the water here, making it completely disappear on the ground, and Silver River will again Narrow the area until the next oasis expose is under the erosion of sand and dust.
But Sandpeople will survive
This battle is like a symbol, it accelerates the lost/disintegrated of the oasis, but it points the way for other Sandpeople.
After listening to the Jodah report, Brian stepped forward to everyone.
"Good job! You have won honors for yourself, and you have gained vitality for your tribe! This is your victory, and you should decide on the disposal of the spoils!"
He points to those captured Clan warriors.
"Kill! Kill them!"
"Sir, my loved ones died in this group of people!"
"I want them to die!"
Brian raised his right hand in the expectation of Sandpeople, and gently waved down, the meaning shown is self-evident.
Following was the sound of a blade coming out of the sheath.
The hot blood instantly stained the salt sand under his feet, like flower buds blooming in the snow, and the high morale of the soldiers reached the peak!
"But the threat from Iron Sand City has not been completely eliminated. Nutao and Bone Scraper Clan can still send troops to the Silver River hinterland at any time. Your clan is still under their blade!" shouted Brian, "Great Chief has given you enjoyment The power of the eternal oasis, but the rebels want to destroy it all! Tell me, what do you do? "
"Capture Iron Sand City, exile them into the Black water swamp!"
"Let this group know the end of betrayal of Great Chief!"
"Master Battalion, I have partners in the oasis, please let them also joining this team!"
"me too ... my sister can fight too!"
A burst of shouts erupted immediately above the crowd, and the power contained in it made both Gulz and Thuram take a step back.
Brian is looking in the direction of Neverwinter City.
Your Majesty, the conspirators have decorated your ascension ceremony with their own blood, the scattered Mojin people are gradually condensing. I don't think it will be long before Iron Sand City comes under your control.
But this is just the beginning.
The entire Extreme Southern Region will eventually become your possession, and in this desert, there will never be a presence that will contradict your will.
I hope this gift will not disappoint you.