Chapter 1462: Which Commander of This Fleet Is Here?

"Aoao!..."

"Swoosh!..."

"Ao!!!..."

The shrill barking of dogs, accompanied by the dying wails, resounded across the sky of the southern river bay. The fighting in the wind was getting closer and closer, and even the smell of blood was wafting. The warriors and warriors on the longboat were too familiar with such smells, and they could even judge the approximate scale of the battlefield from the intensity of the smell.

"The Lord God is witness! The scale of the fighting in the south must be large! There must be hundreds or even thousands of people!..."

Soon, the entire fleet was highly alert. The warriors prepared bows and armor, and even the hunting dogs on the two boats were barking softly, as if they felt the approach of the battlefield.

"Continue to the south! Take a closer look!..."

In any case, the "excitement" must be seen. In this dense forest north where there are many crises and frequent fighting, if there are only three to five to a dozen people, you must be careful in everything, avoid all the louder noises, and not touch the excitement at all. If there were dozens of capable warriors, they could go further away. They only needed to be alert to the riverside beaches where large groups of people passed by, as well as the small fleets that only large tribes had, and nothing serious would happen.

As for now, the two chiefs brought a full 200 armored warriors and three large ships moving on the river. They could take the initiative to join the "excitement" and see if there was a chance to share the prey!

What? You said there was only one person who traveled through time and appeared in the Outer Northeast at the end of the 15th century? Then, please pray to the gods or demons who sent you here, and pray that the first tribe you met had enough food and was willing to absorb young men...

"Swoosh! Swish! Swish!..."

As the fleet approached, the piercing whistling sound of the whistle arrows breaking through the air became more and more urgent. Maha Agu asked for a moment and frowned.

"Is this a hunting whistle arrow?... There are at least three different types of whistle arrows, which means that more than three tribes are involved?... The meaning of this whistle arrow is to catch all the 'prey' in one fell swoop?..."

The Tungus tribes in the Outer Northeast, especially the Shengnuzhen tribes in the Heilongjiang River Basin, make a living by hunting, and hunting is their most important daily life. And whistle arrows for various purposes were also invented, which can express very rich meanings at a long distance.

For example, the two main types of whistle arrows are "whistle arrows" for hunting large prey, that is, a spherical "whistle" that makes sound is added between the arrowhead and the arrow body. When this whistle passes through the sky, the sound is often shrill and terrifying, which can intimidate the "prey" or even the hostile tribes. As for the other "whistle arrow", the entire arrowhead becomes a "whistle" that makes sound. It is non-lethal and has a more unique sound. It is used for warning, command and dispatch, as well as communication arrows for large-scale sports and ceremonies.

Now, the fact that the attacking party can use "sentinel arrows" so recklessly proves one thing...

"The attacking tribes are from different origins and have overwhelming strength... while the defending party is isolated and helpless?..."

Zuwaro blinked and said his guess. Maha Aguda nodded, thought about it, and shook his head again.

"No, that's not right! There is another possibility... that is, the attacking tribe is very poor, and there are not many war arrows for fighting, but there are many sentinel arrows for hunting... well, just like our Maha tribe before!..."

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Zuwaro was stunned and speechless. But soon, the two of them didn't need to think about it. The fleet bypassed the dense forest at the river bend, and the battlefield of fighting and chaos suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Two or three miles from the river, there was an open hill. The woods around the hill were obviously cut down and looked much sparse. And on top of the hill, there was a large camp. The wooden and stone fence roughly surrounded a square, and it seemed that there was also a solid brick wall.

"Hey! There are also barnyards around this camp! They have food, there must be a lot of food!"

"Strange! This camp style seems to have been seen somewhere? ... And there is a brick watchtower? This is a local tribe, can it be built?..."

Seeing the appearance of the camp, Maha Aguda and Zuwaro were surprised at the same time. However, the two people's focus was completely different.

The first thing Maha Aguda noticed was the large barnyards around the camp. Those barnyards were lush and green, like weeds. Only half of the barnyards were left in the sunny area in the south, and it was obviously harvested. As for the area in the shade in the north, it seemed that it had not been harvested. It was now emitting smoke, and it was unknown which side set the fire.

As for Zuwaro, his sight stayed on the wall of the camp where the fighting took place, and the brick and stone watchtower inside the wall. The style of these buildings made him feel familiar, just like what he had seen at the Nurgan ruins...

"This is the stockade of the Southern Ming Dynasty! No, that's not right! They built the stockade and left it to the local tribes after they withdrew! Yes, they also left some iron armor and weapons!..."

Zuwa Luotiao picked up the divine eyepiece, looked at the battlefield, and quickly came to a conclusion. "Lord God! This fighting situation... The defending tribe, even if they have such a strong stockade, I'm afraid they can't hold it!..."

The attacking party was numerous in number, and a rough estimate suggested that there might be eight to nine hundred warriors. They were divided into three different teams, with three graffiti-like leather battle flags, which seemed to be a tree, a wild boar, and a bird, probably representing the three large tribes. They did not have uniforms or hats that symbolized their status, but their thick and long braids to keep them warm, those simple and huge war bows with bone arrows, and the layers of tattered furs wrapped around their bodies... all showed their identity as coming from the north. The "savage Jurchens" heading south!

"Roar! Ouch! Roar!..."

"Shoot! Kill! Take down the stronghold and fill your stomach!..."

"Whoever climbs the wall first! Whoever eats his fill first will sleep with women first!..."

"roar!…"

The attacking Jurchen tribes let out roars of hunger like wild beasts, besieging the camp from three sides, constantly climbing and attacking the camp. They seemed not to be afraid of death. Even if they were shot or stabbed to death by the tribesmen on the wall, they showed no sign of retreating!

What's even more frightening is that they don't attack randomly like wild beasts. Their attack style has strong hunting characteristics, with beast-like acuity and intuition. The large group of savage archers spread out and approached the village wall. They raised their big bows high and shot out heavy hunting arrows like throwing spears! Their arrow skills were extremely precise and sharp, and they would knock down the archers shooting on the wall from time to time! And once the thick arrow hits, there is no need to treat the wounded, because they will definitely die!

As for the defensive side, it is obviously much smaller in number. Even counting the women and old people on the wall, there were probably only 400 people, only half of the attackers. Among them, there are about a hundred tribal warriors who can fight. They hold many iron swords and spears in their hands, and a few of them have iron armor. They leaned on the wall and shot arrows one after another. Even the most precious iron arrows were shot out at once. And the most eye-catching physical feature of those tribal warriors is...

"Aguda! Who are these tribes? Why do they shave the hair on the front half of their heads, leaving only a strange long braid on the back half of their heads, like a mouse's tail?...This hairstyle is really strange! They Are they also of your race?"

"Haha, it turns out it's them! They are a southern tribe that mainly cultivates land and hunts less. They are not very good at hunting! ... Well, they are the same as what we said, and they look similar. They should be of the same tribe! ..."

Maha Aguda narrowed his eyes for a moment, with a disdainful smile on his lips and greedy desire in his eyes.

"Iron armor, iron spears, and arrows... It can be seen that they are really rich!... Damn it! How come other tribes discovered such a fat deer first!..."

It is clear at a glance that the tribes in this village are the southern mature girls who are richer and more difficult to fight! As for the iron spears and armor in the hands of these people, and even this strong stronghold, there is no doubt that they are also the legacy left to them by the Ming Dynasty who withdrew!

"The besieging tribes have climbed up the wall of the village. These people can't hold it any longer! ... Damn it! Such a rich village must have a lot of food, a lot of iron and cloth, a lot of horses, and even fattened pigs and chicken!…"

"Ancestor! Let's get off the boat! The tribes that see the prey must allocate the profits according to their strength! Since we have encountered hunting from other tribes, no matter how many, we must clearly show our bows and spears and divide them into one piece. A portion of meat!…”

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Faced with Maha Aguda's persuasion, Zuvalo's eyes flashed for a while, but he still shook his head. For him, whether it was food, cloth, armor, or soldiers, he could get it in large quantities from Kazuto with "worthless gold." This kind of chaotic battle situation, with thousands of people fighting, and all of them are real barbarians who can fight, he doesn't want to risk damaging his own samurai by rashly participating in it.

"Aguda, wait a minute! Let's not interfere for now... When these tribes are finished fighting and people are sent to contact us... we will see if we can use the supplies on the ship to exchange for some captives..."

"Zu! You are so cautious, you really don't have the courage of a tiger, and you don't look like a brave chief in the north!..."

"Ahem! Aguda, I'm not a chief, I'm a shaman..."

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The two of them had just exchanged a few words, but something new changed on the battlefield where they were fighting. The fleet on the river saw the battlefield, and the tribes on the battlefield also noticed the big boats on the river.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

Soon, two warning "Arrows" shot into the sky, and the besieging tribal warriors visibly paused. After a while, more than a hundred tribal warriors in reserve were separated and alert towards the river.

"Ha! The meaning of this sounding arrow...is to warn us not to interfere!..."

Maha Aguda grinned, his face showing the ferocity and ferocity of a tiger. And at this moment, the village that had been struggling to hold on during the siege and had been boarded up on the wall suddenly changed!

I saw a gate of the back village suddenly opened, and nine mature female cavalry on horseback rushed towards the besieging tribal soldiers. After killing three people, the six cavalrymen finally broke through the surrounding tribe and rushed towards the fleet on the river before the other party sent cavalry to pursue them!

"Ta da! Ta da da!..."

The chief of the Juren women rode away, full of hope of survival, whipping his horse's butt hard, and ran to the riverbank. Then, he widened his eyes, took out a copper seal from his arms, held it high in his palm, and asked for help from the three large ships on the riverside and the armored warriors on the large ships. He first shouted in Manchu with a Liaodong accent, and then changed to the strange Liaodong Mandarin, shouting anxiously!

"Holy Emperor! Which commander of this fleet is here?! I am Ali, the deputy commander of the Harman Guard! Please send troops quickly to save my Harman tribe!..."