"Boom, boom, boom!" As the beating sound of China's traditional cowhide war drums resounded throughout the plain, Zhong Yu's army of more than 100 people slowly advanced forward, hundreds of people like As one person, they move forward in unison.
Looking at the barbarian coalition forces opposite, they were dumbfounded. Some of them even couldn't help but take a few steps back, and then were scolded by the barbarian leader who was guarding them and driven back.
When Zhong Yu wiped out those small tribes, he knew that he would eventually have a battle with the two big tribes, so he had no other arrangements for the army these days. He just trained them to march in unison and follow the drums. Advance and retreat are three basic things.
The Yellow Turban Army was okay. After all, they were traditional Chinese people and they still knew these problems, but the same could not be said for those barbarians. Most of them had a missing muscle in their heads and were stunned. Zhong Yu also beat and scolded them, and took great pains to make them understand these three orders.
When the other party was intimidated by his own military appearance, the leader of the other party also realized that this was not going to work. Therefore, following the order of their team leader, Denair, he shouted: "Kill me, show me The time has come for us to be brave."
With his poor adjectives, he could only think of such words to inspire morale, although very few of them had an motivating effect. But there were still some stunned barbarians who were inspired. They howled loudly for a few times, then took their weapons and rushed forward. The others were inspired by them and followed them.
The unique bone horn sound of the barbarians whistled, and a large group of barbarian soldiers were inspired to rush forward. The two armies began to clash, and the leading army on Zhong Yu's side was the slave army. There are about 30 people in total. Their duty is to be the first to reach the camp and take the lead in every battle.
Although those slave legions are not willing to fight in the front line and be the vanguard, it is a job with a high casualty rate. How many people are willing to risk their lives for such wealth
Maybe, but they are just a few ambitious people. However, looking at the wolves and tigers of the barbarian coalition in front, the Yellow Turban Army supervises the team behind them.
In the eyes of those barbarian coalition forces, he was a scum among the barbarians, and he took refuge in the weak and thin people with yellow skin. It is unforgivable and has become a shame among the barbarians. If they are caught, they will never care to give themselves a knife and let them meet the great ancestor god.
Anyway, in the eyes of the Yellow Turban Army, they are cowardly surrenderers whose only value is to consume the enemy's numbers, drain their strength, and reduce their own losses. This is the sadness of being a slave legion, and it is also a unique characteristic of this era.
After a while, people slowly began to die, and the casualties began to increase. The slave legion numbered about thirty people. More than ten people died in one fell swoop. The scope of the battle even affected the servant army behind, and several people were lost.
However, the barbarian tribe warriors with backward weapons, poor discipline and lack of cooperation only knew how to chase and fight to show their personal bravery, while Zhong Yu's troops who passively cooperated were strangled to death.
The number of dead people gradually increased. Seeing that more than 20 people from my own tribe had died, the casualties of the other party were less than half of our own.
But his own side was getting bigger and bigger. Denair couldn't bear the anxiety in his heart, so he took his own weapons and put on his own fur armor. He took the lead in the charge. After a while, he rushed in front of his own formation and rushed in. Suddenly, he broke through a gap in his tight formation, and then the barbarians swarmed in with him.
Seeing that Denair was invincible within his own camp, as if the God of Death was alive and unstoppable, everyone saw him rushing over and quickly retreated.
Zhong Yu's originally neat camp was suddenly thrown into chaos by one person. Alas, it seems that the training is still insufficient. If you can give yourself three months, or even one month, your army will not be disrupted like this.
I secretly made up my mind to train these bastards hard after I go back. If they continue like this, they might actually die on the battlefield in the future.
But it's okay now. Although my army is terrible, those barbarians are worse than myself. Who is stronger between the two forces is a process of competition. Who is worse? Whoever will be eliminated will be destroyed by better forces.
Although Zhong Yu was shocked by Denair's bravery, the scope of his influence was only as a dozen people. Compared with a battlefield of hundreds of people, the impact that a dozen people can have is very minimal. .
Zhong Yu, on the other hand, was very interested in Denair's brave strength. What on earth gave him such a powerful physique! You know, this is a world with extraordinary power. Does Denair have extraordinary strength? It doesn't seem to matter if you think about it this way
After all, as the leader of a tribe of hundreds of people, he possesses some unknown extraordinary powers. It is also normal, so they can become clan leaders and command over everyone.
Faintly, Zhong Yu looked at Denair. His body seemed to be emitting an earthy yellow light, but it was too light. Only with each attack of Denair, a burst of light would flash on his hand.
Zhong Yu had a vague guess in his mind, that it should be the legendary fighting spirit. Judging from the light, it should be earth fighting spirit.
Slowly, the morale of the soldiers on Zhong Yu's side slowly dropped because of Denair's bravery, but they still did not collapse. Denair's tribal coalition slowly expanded, and even suffered more casualties than Zhong Yu's troops.
After all, is there any training? Knowing how to cooperate is an important criterion for an army to determine whether it is elite or not. Even if their time is very short now, only a few days or more than ten days, the gap is reflected here. Those who have not been trained The barbarian army was very brave, but when they fought against Zhong Yu's troops who had been trained and knew how to cooperate with each other, the casualties increased.
Outside the battlefield, Anderson, who was protected by two personal guards, looked at the battlefield with sharp eyes, and his grasp of every battle was clearly visible. And they constantly issued orders, deployed soldiers, and put out fires everywhere. Don't let your own soldiers collapse in one place, slowly causing a complete rout.
However, the direction of the war is not something that a mortal like himself can control. It belongs to the authority of the God of War. Seeing that his army was slowly decreasing, and the defeat of the battle was slowly heading towards his own side, Anderson became anxious, and was still fighting on his own, and quickly shouted: "Denair, What are you still doing? Take a look at the battlefield. Our army is slowly decreasing. If you don't make any move that can turn the tide of the war, then we will wait to kneel down and pray for the unfathomable victory of the victor. Forgive me!”
Hearing Anderson's anxious and irritable tone, Denair looked back and scanned the battlefield. I found that the few guards who were following me had disappeared. Not far away, I could see them lying on the ground, their eyes open, looking at the sky aimlessly, as if they were saying what they said before they died. Unwilling to do so. On the battlefield, the original army of about 200 people on our side was reduced to about 100 people, while the opponent's army actually had more than 80 people, close to 90 people. Denair's whole body went cold, and his mind couldn't help but clear up.
Did you find that your bravery could not bring greater changes to the battle situation? Denair understood that if this continued, the situation of the war would not change any more, and he would still be unable to avoid the fate of failure.
Great Ancestor God, are you punishing me? I blame myself for usurping the entire authority within the ethnic group, but all this is for the survival of the ethnic group. It will not be cut off, but will continue, so that I can better worship you!
Ancestor, what should I do? If you don't want your descendants, cut it off. Then please give me a hint! Let me lead our tribe to victory in the war and to a more powerful path.
(End of chapter)