Chapter 1042 The Reindeer's Sleigh "Cavalry", The Great Shaman's Thunder Artifact
The wind and snow howled all night, drowning out all sounds. In the early morning of the next day, the clear sun shines on the dry and soft snow, but it is the most suitable powder for skiing.
"Lord God! The noble girl from the mountain...she is really good at skiing!..."
The leader of the exploration, Zuvaro, with a tired face and a bit of aftertaste, got out of the warm leather tent in the falling snow. His footsteps were sloppy, and he stepped into the snow that covered his calf, and finally pulled out, but he saw the warrior captain Shi Jian, who had just emerged from the leather tent not far away.
"Huh? Shi Jian, why are you here? This is the tent where the women in the mountains live... The wound on your neck, what caught it? A local wolf dog?..."
"Uh... Lord God bless! I'm here... to learn the language of Yamabe...not...to spread the teachings of Lord God...scratch? What scratch?...Ah! Captain, let me blow the rallying horn!..."
The warrior captain Shi Jian hesitated a few words, then staggered to the open space and blew a short conch horn. Soon, more than a dozen kingdom warriors hurriedly put on their armor emerged from the surrounding tents. And looking at their demeanor and actions, it is obvious that they were either studying a foreign language hard last night, or preaching hard...
"...Blessed by the Lord God! A large number of warriors from the kingdom appeared in the female tent. On the one hand, it was the acquiescence of the old grandmother of Yamabe, and on the other hand, the warriors put down their guard against Yamabe under the warm acceptance of Yamabe... and the two branches now If the tribes continue to marry each other, who will annex whom?..."
Thinking of this, the exploration captain Zuwaro's eyes flickered, and his face showed thought.
"Fortunately, I have witnessed His Majesty's prophecies and miracles along the way, and the beliefs of the warriors of the kingdom are pious and reliable enough!..."
"Muluk Alashanwa! Blessed by the ancestors and the mountain of God!...Let's go! My brave children!...Go! Go north for 1,200 miles, to the bank of the Lumoss River, and destroy the most powerful Lubu!..."
"Hoho! The ancestors and the sacred mountain are blessed! Let's go!..."
"Aww! Aww! Aw!..."
The sun rises from the east, illuminating the white sea and the white mountain. And the big white dog and the gray reindeer set off pulling rows of sleds in the early winter sun!
Three hundred and twenty hunters and warriors from the mountains, and warriors and sailors from the eighty kingdoms, all mixed in twos, sat on the reindeer sleigh. This kind of big sleigh is made of wood and leather, and a leather tent is put on it to resist the wind and snow. It is actually a mobile winter camp. And a large sled tent requires 4-6 reindeer tow, can accommodate 3-4 people, and bring two hundred catties of supplies, and travel one or two hundred miles a day. The movement and load are amazing!
"Lord God! This kind of big sleigh pulled by reindeer can actually drag so many and heavy things! They run very fast. Although they don't have the explosive power of a pack of dogs, they are very durable and stable..."
The icy wind blows, and the reindeer walk briskly on the snow, just like the sprint of warriors. At such a speed, Zuvaro will not "sick" the car, and he can finally look around and feel the exhilarating feeling of "cavalry".
He counted carefully, counting more than a hundred moving tents, hundreds of running reindeer and dogs. On the vast snowy field, the running team quickly headed north, bringing up clusters of flying snow powder, and leaving deep and shallow footprints and skid marks.
"Phew! Lord God bless! Just 400 sleigh 'cavalry' ran out with the astonishing momentum of 2,000 warriors! But on this vast and endless snow field, they were so vague and quiet! Even the marching The sound, the sound of the dog barking, is contained by the snow in the snow field..."
The deer-drawn sleigh ran for two hours, traveling at least 60 miles, which is more than 15 kilometers per hour. For reindeer, this speed is an acceptable long-distance marching speed, and it is not too tiring.
After running for half a day, the hunting leader Mu Dog looked at the leading group of strong stags who were a little restless and began to shake, and then ordered the hunters to stop and rest. As soon as the sleigh stopped, the reindeer couldn't wait to use their long horns to break through the snow and eat the moss and lichen hidden underneath.
"Bless the ancestors! Old hunters, appease the leading deer... rest for two hours, feed the reindeer and dogs before leaving!..."
The hunting captain Mu Hound gave instructions, and the hunters also got busy skillfully. Those leading strong bucks are tall and strong, weighing 300-400 catties, and they are indeed powerful. These male deer are the leaders of the reindeer herd. They open the way in front, and the deer herd behind them will consciously follow behind. And the relationship between them and hunters is not the almost unconditional master-slave relationship between dogs and humans, but more like a conditional partner.
"Zu, only those who can command the strong deer are the real qualified reindeer hunters! These male deer must be trained from an early age and get used to accepting the command of the hunter, so that they can run when they grow up. Once the male deer grows up, their strength If it far surpasses humans, it will be difficult to tame..."
The hunting captain Mugou wiped the wind and snow from his face, and brought the translator Wu Hai to the side of his son-in-law Zuvaro with a simple smile on his face. He looked around, looked at the desolate and rolling hills, and the mountains behind him in the distance, and estimated.
"It's December right now, and it's getting dark early...We can travel for about four hours a day, and today I'm afraid we can only travel 120 miles! But this is a snowy road among the hills, with ups and downs, and the walking is relatively slow. When we arrive On the west coast, along the flat tidal flats and ice roads along the coast, the speed will be much faster! ... And walking along the coast, it should be difficult for the little deer to be spotted in winter..."
"God bless you! Mm, will we be discovered by the hunters from the Lutai River Department this time when we raid north? If we can take advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness, we can suddenly rush into the camp and fight..."
"Ancestor, on the periphery of large tribes, there are herds of deer grazing and guarding, as well as herdsmen living with the deer. It is difficult, very difficult to make a complete surprise attack...unless there is a snowstorm that covers the sky, but that will Both sides are in danger..."
Hearing this, the hunting captain Mu Quan shook his head and told about the nomadic fighting in the snowfields of the North. It was a form of warfare that Zuvalo had never seen before.
"Witness our ancestors! The reindeer and dogs we control are not as easy to hide as humans... Therefore, our raid is estimated to be half a day to a day in advance, and the Lumohe tribe will know... If we can suppress it for half a day, it will be very good A surprise attack! In that case, the Lumohe tribe would not have time to call back all the hunting teams and herding teams that had been dispersed for the winter, at most half of them!"
"You have to know that in winter, deer can only eat moss and lichen. The range of foraging is very large. The pastures are often more than one or two hundred miles away from the main camp... They don't have time to call reinforcements from the surrounding tribes, and they will be in a difficult situation. The state of insufficient troops... and if they are given enough time, the number of people they can assemble from various ministries will actually be more than the 400 people we have... To fight in this snowy field, the tribe is unprepared, slightly prepared, and fully prepared The preparation and strength are completely different!…”
"Phew!...I see...the nomadic tribes are scattered over vast pastures and need time to gather. So the speed of the raid is actually the strength of the troops and the power of the attack!..."
Zuvalo touched his chin, thoughtfully. He looked at the skilled and busy mountain hunters in the wind and snow, and lowered his head slightly to express his respect for the speed and strength of these nomadic tribes!
Half a month ago, when he walked into the hot spring mountain with his entourage, he still looked down with his habitual contempt. After the old grandmother's shaman inquiry, blood alliance, and blood wedding... he was clearly arranged, like a wolf walking into a bear's den. Looking back now, the feeling of danger brought to him by this group of 800 to 900 people from the Hot Spring Mountain tribe was actually even more dangerous than that of the 5,000-person Miwok North Bay tribe! …
"Blessed by the Lord God! In this dangerous land of the West Sea, a long ship and ninety warriors hide life and death step by step... It's really not easy!... When will the kingdom's follow-up support arrive?..."
Zuvalo's eyes were deep and he was thinking about the distance. Hunting Captain Mu Dog curiously looked at the big sled where Zuvarro was, looking at the long golden heavy tube on it, and asked doubtfully.
"Ancestor, witness of the ancestors! This 'shaman's magic weapon' you brought almost accounts for the weight of two people... But what is its use? Is it the whistle inherited by your ancestors' giants?"
"Uh...it...it is the whistle of the Thunder Giant, a sacred weapon given to us by the Great Shaman. It can emit shocking thunder and destroy the deer camp!..."
Hearing this, Zuvalo smiled slightly, looked at the bronze tiger squatting cannon pulled on the sled, and said with a faint smile.
"Mom, wait patiently! Although this magic weapon is very heavy, you will know its power when you use it! The Lord God bless us!..."