Brian walked out of the camp, and the victorious warriors were returning one by one.
Compared with the fairly neat team when they set off for the expedition, at this moment they are like a group of refugees with bloodstains on their bodies, and not a single piece of clothes can be seen in good condition. Either a hole is broken here, or a piece is missing there. Fighting will leave such traces.
In addition, the number of fighters was even more alarming. Less than half of the 2,000-strong ambush team could still stand and walk back. In order to transport the wounded, all the horses and camels were unoccupied, and a ride basically carried two to three people. Coupled with the escorted prisoners, the entire team was very scattered, and from a distance, it didn't look like a well-trained army at all.
But there was no sign of depression on the faces of everyone, instead they looked bright, and they were completely different from the ones they were when they went on the expedition.
It was the first time in the extreme south to defeat the big clan in the iron sand city with the power of a small tribe!
Brian knew that after this battle, they were truly transformed from hunters into soldiers.
What satisfies him even more is that even though the ambush team was scruffy and disheveled, they firmly remembered his teaching that soldiers should never abandon their weapons for combat at any time.
Most people's water bags and food bags were gone, and some people even lost half of their newly issued shoes, but the guns and sabres were still hanging behind their backs.
It is impossible for the First Army to guard the southern border for the sand people forever. They must rely on their own strength to make the clan run according to the order established by Graycastle. This is just an order from the King of Graycastle on the surface. Brian knows that what His Majesty Roland wants is not only only so.
He needs more troops, and he needs the Mojin people to also devote themselves to the battle of divine will.
Now, these people have further qualifications.
The Musketeer battalion commander turned around with satisfaction and nodded to Joda, "Now you can tell me the details of the battle."
As far as the battle itself is concerned, there is nothing spectacular about it. Instead, it is full of flaws and mistakes. According to the plan, the two thousand sand people were divided into two groups. Going north along Yinchuan, creating the illusion of wanting to sneak into the saline-alkali land. The other group ambushed in the last uninhabited oasis at the end of Yinchuan ahead of schedule.
The angry waves and the bone-cutting clan who got the news naturally would not allow the small tribe to challenge their majesty. A cavalry of more than 800 people set out from the iron sand city and followed the footsteps to catch up with the "defector". Although there are more decoys, they don't pay attention to the small tribal sand people who are not even watchdogs.
The two teams fled and chased, and soon entered the ambush circle. This part was implemented as planned, but everything was messed up next.
The "bait" should first dismount and surrender, trick the other party into dismounting, and then find an opportunity to scare away the horses and let the ambush team do it. However, the sand people who were responsible for closing the road lit the kindling in advance. Under the fire, the enemy immediately realized that the situation was not good, and began to break through in the direction from which they came. If it wasn't for a large amount of black water prepared in advance, this ambush would probably be in vain.
The battle that followed turned into a chaotic dogfight. The bait team drew knives to kill the returning enemy, and the troops who had been ambushed could only join in. Many of them only fired one shot from the beginning to the end. , alternate loading and other skills are completely useless, and the way to decide the winner is still the most traditional hand-to-hand combat of the sand people.
As Bryan said, they did not only have a musket as a weapon. Under the shadow of the neighing of the horses and the fire, this small oasis in a state of shrinking has become a battleground for the battle of life and death between the two sides. Flying over a rider, or being trampled by a horse's hoof are common sights in the battlefield. When two people hug each other, their teeth can also take the opponent's life.
Small tribes are not without warriors. Sand people have to face extremely harsh living environment from birth. Those who can survive in the hands of sandworms and poisonous scorpions have basically mastered excellent fighting skills. It can be said that in terms of individual strength, the gap between them and the big clan has not reached the level of unmatched.
The disadvantage of these tribes is that the lack of resources restricts their reproduction and expansion. No matter how powerful the warriors are, they cannot defeat an enemy ten times their size. As long as the tribal form does not change, it will be difficult for them to compete with the big clans.
But now, that disadvantage no longer exists.
The soldiers in the Sand People's Army are from dozens of Yinchuan tribes. They don't have to fight for resources anymore. Everyone eats the same food, wears the same clothes, trains together and sleeps together. Facing the powerful Iron Sand City clan, what they lacked in the end was the courage and determination to break the convention.
And the slaughter of the small tribe by the raging waves and the bones, just made up for this link.
The battle continued from night to dawn.
The Sand People's Army won the trapped beast fight.
When the flames go out, there is only a piece of black charcoal left in the oasis. Without the shelter of the trees, the yellow sand will soon bury the water source here, making it disappear completely above the surface, and Yinchuan will shrink again. Until the next oasis is exposed to the erosion of sand and dust.
but the sand people will survive
This battle is like a symbol, it hastened the oasis's disappearance, but pointed the way for other sand people.
After listening to Joda's report, Brian walked to the crowd step by step.
"Well done! You have won honor for yourself and life for your clan! This is your victory, and the disposal of the spoils should also be decided by you!"
He pointed to the captured warriors of the Great Clan.
"Kill! Kill them!"
"My lord, my relatives died at the hands of this group of people!"
"I want them to pay for their lives!"
Brian raised his right hand in the anticipation of the sand people and waved it down, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Then came the sound of a blade unsheathed.
The hot blood immediately stained the salt sand under his feet, like flower buds blooming in the snow, and the soldiers' high morale reached its peak!
"But the threat from Iron Sand City has not been completely lifted. The Angry Waves and the Bone Cutting Clan can still send troops to the hinterland of Yinchuan at any time, and your clansmen are still under their blade!" Brian shouted, "The Great Chief has given them You enjoy the power of the Eternal Oasis, but the rebels want to destroy it! Tell me, what should you do?"
"Capture the Iron Sand City and banish them into the Blackwater Swamp!"
"Let these people know the fate of betraying the Great Chief!"
"Master Battalion, I still have friends in the oasis, please let them join the team!"
"And me... my sister can fight too!"
There was an instant burst of shouts above the crowd, and the power contained in it made both Goulz and Thuram couldn't help but take a step back.
Brian looked in the direction of Neverwinter City.
Your Majesty, the people who plotted the chaos have decorated your enthronement ceremony with their own blood, and the scattered Mojin people are gradually gathering. It won't be long before you think the iron sand city will be under your control.
But this is just the beginning.
The entire extreme south will eventually become your possession, and in this desert, there will no longer be an existence against your will.
Hope this gift will not disappoint you.