Chapter 1324 If You Are a Warrior, Come Down and Fight!

"Leader of the ship! Turn around the bend in front of the river and you will find the abandoned collection. The altar you are looking for is in that collection!"

"That Jiji is a sought-after good land. It's flat and open, and there's water. You can also pick weeds next to it. I just heard from the messenger Yupi that the tribes there have changed... Be careful! Anyone who can occupy this place The tribe is not easy to mess with..."

The Nivkhut man made his dog squat on the bow of the boat, chattering, and chewing dried matsutake mushrooms in his mouth. This is also a specialty in the woods. It tastes good and can be found everywhere. Eating it can make you feel better. Just need some experience and don't pick the ones that are highly poisonous. Well, considering the physical fitness of the people in the forest, ordinary poisonous mushrooms have little effect. They usually spit it out and then sleep and everything will be fine.

"Blessed by the Lord God! Sure enough, there is an abandoned market town! We went all the way upstream from the mouth of the river and traveled three to four hundred miles before we arrived here. I don't know what the temple of the big southern tribe looks like?... "

"Hey! There are quite a few fish-skin tribes looming inside! Let me take a good look!..."

The long boat stopped quietly, quietly hidden behind the bend of the river. Zuvalo took out the magic goggles and looked carefully at the market town from a distance of several hundred meters. The first thing that caught his eye was a circle of earth walls with many breaks, thickly surrounding the market town by the river. Behind the earthen wall are many dilapidated earthen houses, square and square, many of which have collapsed in half. In the center of the earthen house is a strange "temple", which also collapsed so badly that it can't be seen clearly from a distance.

Some pointed-roof tribal huts are built in the market town. At first glance, they are different from the original houses, but they look like winter tents on the far north coast. The vague Yuskin tribe was busy in the camp, estimated to number two to three hundred people? There seemed to be some prey being processed in the camp, and there was a faint smell of blood. From time to time, there will be low and anxious barking of dogs, as well as the scolding of hunters training dogs.

"Lord God! Two to three hundred fish skin tribes? In this dense forest and swamp, this is really a big tribe! Well, it is estimated that there will be sixty or seventy warriors, which is about the same as the warriors and sailors on the longship. ? But the warriors of the kingdom all have heavy armor and metal weapons..."

"The blessing of the Lord God! The advantage is on our side, we can contact them!..."

Zuvalo watched for a while, then became confident and let the long boat set off again, sailing directly to the market town by the river.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!..."

After a while, the sound of the approaching oars of the longboat alerted the dogs in the camp. The barking of dogs of all sizes was extremely ferocious, and the Yuskin hunters also discovered the "big boat" on the river, and the entire Yuskin tribe became excited!

"On the river, there are tribes that use ships, and there are tribes that use ships. They are attacking!..."

These ferocious fish skin tribes are obviously different from the gentle Ainu clan. They will directly default to the tribe that appears suddenly as the enemy, and be ready for all battles and killings, and will even take the initiative to attack!

Soon, as the longship got closer and closer, the Yuskin tribe in the market town also prepared to mobilize for battle. More than sixty hunters carrying huge bows and carrying heavy arrows like short spears gathered outside the break of the earth wall. More than a dozen of the most elite warriors mounted Jurchen horses, ran out of the market town, gathered on a small slope a stone's throw from the river bank, and occupied the high ground in advance. And more tribesmen, old and young, as well as some stout women, all carrying large hunting bows, climbed up the condescending houses and earthen walls.

"Lord God! In this Fish Skin Tribe, all the tribesmen, regardless of men, women, old or weak, are warriors?..."

Zuvalo's eyes widened in surprise. In just two quarters of an hour, the Yuskin tribe of more than 200 people had completed all mobilization. Even the half-grown children were holding small bows and trying to show ferocity on their faces.

And those tribal elites riding big horses were all of powerful figures, with tattoos on their cheeks and thick and long braids. They were holding heavy stone hammers with bone handles in one hand and holding the reins of their horses in the other, as if they were ready to charge at any time!

"Is this? A cavalry charge directly into the air?..."

Zuvalo's eyelids jumped. The stone hammers of those cavalrymen looked very heavy, just like the kingdom's obsidian war clubs. But what they installed was not a long wooden handle, it seemed to be some kind of familiar leg bone. The giant bows of the archers also looked very heavy, with the bows looking like branches of small trees. As if their movements were slow, they slowly set up big arrows, aimed them at the longship on the shore, and then pulled it apart half way...

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At this moment, Zuvalo suddenly regretted it. Although he has fifty or sixty kingdom warriors, he is still not sure of defeating this fish skin tribe. He doubted whether the kingdom's cloth-covered heavy armor could block the "short spears" fired from the opposite side. And how much price do the samurai have to pay to stop this kind of frontal charging cavalry that is completely different from Kazuto? Fortunately, he was still on the boat and did not lead the team ashore rashly.

"The fish skinner! No one does anything by the river in summer and autumn!..."

The Nivhet people shouted from the bow of the boat, but the Fish Skin Tribe on the shore remained unmoved and remained full of hostility.

"rush!…"

The leader of the fish skin chief Maha Aguda looked at it coldly for a moment, then suddenly raised his bow and rode his horse, rushing straight towards the river! With the ever-increasing speed of his horse, he pulled up the heavy riding bow until the horse's hooves stepped into the river, and then he aimed an arrow at the long ship a hundred or two hundred paces away!

"Whoosh!...Boom!..."

The heavy arrow hit the shield on the side of the ship hard, like a stone hammer in close combat, causing the warrior behind the shield to tremble. And Maha Aguda quickly turned his horse's head, making a sharp turn, and rushed back to the small slope where the riders were. Only then did he take a deep breath, his ferocious tattooed face trembled, he raised his bow threateningly, and shouted at the longship.

"Get out of here! The tribe that makes ships! This is the territory of the Maha Tribe!"

"Fish-skinned! We don't mean any harm! We just want to worship the altar in the collection! Pray for a warm winter!..."

"leave here!…"

"We bring gifts! We bring the salt of trade!…"

"Get away! Or die!..."

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Zuvalo was silent for a moment, looking at the fierce fish-skin chiefs on the shore, as well as the fish-skin cavalry and archers, and felt an unspeakable danger. It was like meeting a group of jaguars in the jungle that should be fighting alone, but instead cooperated like a pack of wolves. Faced with this situation, the other party was obviously not an ordinary tribesman, so he could only... Zuwaro looked at the warrior chief Tamicao and ordered in a deep voice.

"Tami grass, let's fire off the cannons!..."

"Yes! Chief Priest!...Set off the cannon!"

"boom!…"

A moment later, a deafening thunder suddenly exploded from the longship. The cavalry on the shore instantly fell into chaos. A dozen frightened Jurchen horses neighed manically, knocking the fish-skin cavalry to the ground, and even collided into a ball.

"Lulu! Lulu!"

"Damn! What's going on? Why did it suddenly thunder?!"

"A Guda! The horse is frightened! Quick! Stop it quickly! Don't let the horse go!..."

"Ho! Come here, the shooter! Hold the horse down!!..."

Although the chaos of frightened horses was huge, not a single horse escaped into the forest. These fish-skin warriors roared, as if they didn't care about their lives, and grabbed the running Jurchen horse! The two warriors worked hard together and pulled a horse to the ground, holding it down tightly! And the most ferocious Chief Yuskin, even relying only on himself, threw his war horse to the ground, flopping around and unable to get up!

"Hiss!...These strong fish-skin barbarians!..."

Zuvalo was dumbfounded, looking at the rough and brave scene on the shore, as if he was seeing a giant from the first era. The kingdom's warriors on the longboat were also dumbfounded, having never expected this direction at all. Of course, without the captain's order, the warriors did not take the opportunity to shoot arrows and attack, completely falling out with the tribes on the shore.

Two quarters of an hour later, the chaos on the shore finally calmed down. The exhausted fish-skin warriors and horses lay together in the mud, panting.

Fish-skin chief Mahaagu was covered in mud and his whole body was covered in mud. He angrily climbed to his feet, barefoot, and threw the bow aside. Then, he lifted the 20-pound stone hammer and stared hard at the feathered longship chief and the most handsome kingdom exploration captain, Zuvalo, who was calm and composed.

"Users of the ship! Did you bring the thunder?!..."

"Did you suddenly attract thunder and scare our horses?!..."

"Damn it! If you are a warrior, get off the boat! Fight me face to face!..."

"Ho! Come down and fight!!..."