Chapter 1332 Roar! Knock Them Off Their Horses, This Is Our Horse!

The early morning light illuminated the temporary camp by the river. The deep dense forest is covered with light snow, and the gray tents surround the warm fire pit. A few wisps of smoke rose, and the people, horses and dogs in the camp were all looking forward to a breakfast. They stared eagerly at the fire pit, until the dog, the most impatient, suddenly started barking in warning.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!..."

"Huh?! The dog barked? Is this...a wild beast or an enemy?"

"Damn it! Pick up your weapons and prepare to fight!... It's the enemy! It's the hostile tribe! They emerged from the woods to the south!!..."

"Mountain God! Why are they so close? Quick! Pick up your bow and arrow and shoot them to death!..."

"This is a surprise attack, a premeditated surprise attack! They come from downwind!... There are one, two, five, ten enemies... God! They have twenty palms!..."

"The archers take their bows! The cavalry mounts their horses! The old and weak women shoot arrows behind the tent! The warriors follow me and come forward to meet the enemy!..."

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

Fifty warriors from the Maha tribe rushed out of the forest with their bows in hand. And fifty kingdom warriors wearing heavy armor followed behind in a muffled voice. The Maha warriors rushed for a while, ignoring the sporadic arrows, until they reached forty or fifty steps away from the camp. Then they pulled up the big bow with a squeaking sound, and a round of heavy arrows hit their faces!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

"ah!…"

"The chief was shot through by the enemy! The chief was shot to death by the enemy!!..."

"Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

"The warrior Ada is also dead! He was shot with three arrows in a row!..."

"Come forward! Fight out the soldiers and charge forward with the cavalry!"

"Damn it! The enemy dropped their bows and rushed over with weapons!..."

The Maha warriors fired two rounds of heavy arrows and concentrated fire to attack and kill the chief of this tribe. The kingdom's heavy-armored warriors also followed. Then, a hundred warriors gathered together and charged directly into the camp of less than a hundred people!

The purpose of this battle was to capture prisoners. The warriors did not use piercing bronze spears or iron spears, but all replaced them with blunt weapons. The same goes for the warriors of the Maha tribe. After shooting two rounds of arrows, they dropped their heavy bows and started fighting at close range!

"Ho! God bless you! Capture prisoners, capture them alive!..."

"Roar!! Knock you down! One, two!!..."

The warrior leader Tamicao roared, swung the "long-handled stone hammer" in his hand, and fiercely knocked down an enemy wrapped in deerskin. And Xiong Da, who was wearing a third armor, had already defeated two roe deer-skinned warriors with a 20-pound sledgehammer of the same type as the chief. At this moment, his eye-catching figure and amazing force suddenly became the most eye-catching thing on the battlefield!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

Two heavy arrows roared towards him, and the arrows from Wolf Fang even penetrated Xiong Da's two layers of outer armor, causing him to stop in his tracks, as if he had been hit twice by a bone hammer. Upon seeing this, the warrior chief Tamicao immediately took off the shield behind his back and shouted orders to Xiong Da and the kingdom warriors around him.

"Xiong Da! Don't rush too far forward!... Everyone raises their shields and forms a shield formation to fight!..."

"Shua..."

Soon, a row of solid wooden heavy shields swung up. The kingdom's warriors, who were originally wearing heavy armor, now completely turned into "thick skin" that could not be penetrated.

The number of warriors in the kingdom's headquarters is limited, and the warrior chief Tamicao is not willing to suffer any casualties in such a superior battle, in this kind of capture and capture battle. Therefore, the warriors of the kingdom hold up their shields to hold back the enemies on the opposite side, scattering their numbers and consuming the opponent's physical strength. As for the close-up attack, just leave it to the more impulsive and brave warriors of the Maha tribe.

"O Mountain God! So many enemies! Thick-skinned enemies!...Cavalry! Where are the cavalry?..."

"The enemy has entered the camp, and the cavalry cannot charge! They have circled out from the north, and they have to circle behind the enemy!..."

"Ouch! Fight them to the death! Wait for the cavalry to charge!..."

Even though they were at such a disadvantage and the chief died in battle immediately, the Yuskin tribe, which had less than a hundred people and only thirty or forty warriors, still did not surrender. They stood firm in the camp, both men and women, wielding stone hammers and spears, and struggled to resist the sudden attack of large groups of enemies. There are tribes of warriors who are constantly knocked down by the enemy, but they only knock down very few enemies.

At this moment, their only hope is that six or seven mounted cavalry can wield heavy blunt weapons and charge the thick-skinned enemy without horses with a fierce charge from behind! But would such a large group of raiding tribes really have no horses? …

"Ta da! Ta da!..."

The horse's hooves stepped on the thin snow, making a quiet running sound. But the shock brought by the galloping horses cheered up the two fighting fish skin tribes. The attacked tribesmen shouted, filled with the last hope in despair. The raiding tribes also shouted, they only shouted one name, a chieftain's name that symbolized bravery and strength!

"Aguda! Maha Aguda!..."

"roar!!…"

Maha Aguda roared, riding the strongest horse and increasing its speed to the maximum! He brought more than a dozen horsemen from the Maha tribe, and like a sledgehammer, he smashed into the six or seven cavalry who had just left the camp. There was a huge difference in horse speed between the two sides, and the difference in number of people was also nearly half. And Maha Aguda easily wielded his sledgehammer and knocked the two enemies off their horses without damaging their precious mounts at all!

"Hoar!! Knock them off their horses! This is our horse!..."

"Get off the horse!!..."

"Bang bang bang!..."

The continuous collisions and attacks, in just a moment, six or seven enemy riders all fell off their horses. Two or three of them vomited blood, with a dent in their chests, and it was obvious that they would not survive. A Jurchen horse was hit on the head by a heavy hammer, and it fell down with its head tilted before it even had time to scream.

"Damn it! Wushu! You're a 'wooden head'! You killed the horse!..."

"Ah! Aguda! The horse's head hit my sledgehammer! I tried to hold back, but I couldn't hold back at all!..."

"Bah! You're just a fool! No wonder you're called 'Wushu', a 'wooden head'!... Look at me! I can hit with a 20-jin sledgehammer and stop whenever I want!..."

"This... Aguda! Who can compete with you in strength? Unless it's that tiger slave..."

"Ah! Don't mention tiger slaves to me! Follow me and keep charging into the camp!... Just one back charge, and the resistance of this tribe will be over!"

A hundred steps away, Zuwaro's eyes widened, and he looked at this life-and-death collision with his magic goggles, his face full of shock. This was the first time he saw the power of the shock cavalry! These tall fish-skin cavalry riding Jurchen horses and wielding heavy blunt weapons were completely different in power from the short and short human cavalry that surrounded and shot arrows. The difference was as big as that between a brown bear and a gray monkey! …

"Lord God! The power of this cavalry charge is so great that it can even kill a four-legged beast with one hammer?! What if these fast-moving shock cavalry rushed behind the fighting infantry?... Lord God! I can't imagine that it can instantly decide the outcome of a battle!..."

Zuwaro's sigh soon became a reality. When more than a dozen Maha cavalry rushed into the fighting camp and launched a fierce attack from behind! The tenacious resistance of this fish skin tribe really ended.

They lost their chieftain and were completely outnumbered. They lost their cavalry and faced the charge of the enemy cavalry... Soon, the last forty fish skin tribesmen who resisted dropped their weapons one after another, knelt on the ground, and put their heads in the mud. According to the tradition of the North, the next step is the choice of life or death, and the distribution of prisoners...

"Aguda! Uncle! My good brother!..."

"Hiss! Ancestor! The boatman! The fox hiding behind the warrior!... What do you want from me?..."

"Let me make a deal with you..."

"Speak!"

"When you divide the prisoners, give all the injured tribal cavalry to me!..."

"Get lost! You wish! Do you know how long it takes to train a cavalryman?..."

"My good brother, I'll trade you with good things! I'm not lying to you, it's real good things!..."

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