Chapter 1467 Shaman in the Forest! (Added for the Book Friend 33021211000)

"Chief of the Wanderers in the Forest! These tribal warriors don't seem to be very good at it. Can they be considered warriors even if they can't draw a ten-power bow?"

"Ah! They fought for a whole day today, and all their strength was exhausted. They couldn't draw the Shili bow... Ha! Look, isn't it drawn?! Let me tell you, the calluses on these hands, At first glance, they are experienced shooters! ...Huh? The tribes with thin braids in the southern village are really weak..."

Beside the river beach, a large group of wildling cavalry were scattered in a line, with bows and arrows in their hands on guard, looking at the frightened mature captives huddled together. The twenty-five "war Ding" prisoners were taken out individually from the crowd, and under the supervision of the Jurchen tribe of the kingdom, they worked hard to draw the big bow in their hands.

"Try hard! Pull hard! If the Maha tribe doesn't want you, you can't get iron pots and axes in exchange... You will be the vanguard to attack other villages next time!..."

Hearing such words, some of the more than twenty newly captured soldiers showed fear and some showed hatred. But everyone bit their lips and exerted their strength to prove their strength.

The so-called Zhan Ding and Yu Ding are actually very simple to judge among the Jurchen tribe. Anyone who can shoot an eight-power bow and shoot two pots of arrows is considered a warrior. The one who can't open it is Yu Ding. This was also the selection standard for Zhan Ding when the Eight Banners was first established in later generations.

As for the "warriors" in the battle, or "Baya La", the "white armored soldiers" of Hou Jin Dynasty must be able to fire ten-power bows, and the outstanding ones can even reach twelve-power!

In comparison, the Ming army's selection criteria for archers averaged only six. Those who can fire the eight-power bow are qualified to join the scout team of the border army. A warrior who can shoot a ten-power bow will be favored by the commander and selected as a servant.

For example, the old slave Nurhachi and his father Takeshi both relied on their bravery to become the servants of Li Chengliang, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong. To be honest, the average quality of the soldiers of the Liaodong Ming Army is much weaker than that of the Jurchen Eight Banners. This is related to the environment in which they grew up. Those who hunt are indeed stronger and taller than those who herd and farm.

Of course, the population numbers of the three are simply incomparable. The Ming army had hundreds of thousands of archers and tens of thousands of elites. The Mongols were also able to pull out tens of thousands of fine cavalry at every turn. As for the white-armored soldiers of the Eight Banners of Jurchens, even when Lao Nu was at his peak, they raided the entire Northeast and mature Jurchens, and they could only gather ten people, a total of more than 3,000 people. As long as the old slave is defeated once, he will be forever doomed...

"Okay! It looks pretty good! Let them get on the boat! We all want these people!..."

Maha Aguda frowned, looked at the "weak" Mature Girl True Tribe, and demonstrated how to draw the bow for a moment. It wasn't until Zuvalo urged him that he nodded reluctantly. Then, the three longships came completely to the shore, and dozens of armored warriors jumped off the boats. They counted the number of people and loaded them on the ship. They took out the iron tools and handed them to the confidants of the Wuzhe chiefs.

"Hiss! Ten...twenty...fifty...there are really fifty iron spears!..."

"Ancestor! I also ordered one here, one hundred and fifty iron arrows!..."

Wu Zhe Nurha and Wu Zhe Dai Min looked at each other, and they both saw the greed and desire in each other's eyes. They turned back together and looked at the Wu Zhe Aguda. Five iron pots and twenty iron axes were seen placed in front of Wu Zhe Aguda's horse, making the other man's hand holding the reins tremble a little.

"Ancestor! There are so many iron tools on the Maha tribe's ship! Are there more good things on their ship? And where is the location of their tribe in the north?!..."

"Damn it! So many people have boarded the boat that it can no longer row, and the rations can only last for a few days... It's completely over now! We have to turn back quickly and go back along the river!..."

Maha Aguda stood at the bow of the ship, watching the messy tribal prisoners being divided into three teams and brought aboard, then packed into the cabin, almost filling up every place. He shook his head helplessly, using useful iron tools to replace so many mouths for eating, what a sin! …

Unfortunately, on these three kingdom longships, it is the "silly" brother-in-law Zuvalo who has the final say. He raised his head, looked at the situation on the shore, frowned for a moment, and said a few words to Zuvalo hastily. Then, he turned his head again and shouted loudly at the tribe of savages who had been lingering on the shore for a long time and even gathered more and more.

"Hey! The three chiefs of the Wanderers in the Forest! You have all ordered the goods for trade. It is up to you to discuss how to divide them! We are leaving now!..."

"Maha Aguda! Our friend! You have exchanged so many iron tools for us... Stay and have a drink with us!..."

"That's right, that's right! Don't be so hasty, don't put away the gangplank... Come! Our friend! If you don't come down... Then let's come over and invite you down for a drink!..."

"Haha! Wu Zhe Aguda! Do you think I am really a stupid roe deer? You called so many tribal warriors over, and if I don't leave...then you will have to lead people to rush up and die from arrows! They are all killed in the forest. 'Friends', you are jealous when you see something good, what are your plans, do you think I can't see it?..."

"Wait, wait, don't leave! These soldiers are here for no other reason... As you said before, they can help our people heal their wounds!..."

"Zu! Quick! Fire off the cannon!"

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"Hurry up and fire! These red-eyed wild boars are greedy for us. If we don't fire, they will take advantage of the boat still on the shore to rush up and attack us!..."

"?!...Damn it! Fire off the gun!..."

"Boom! Boom!..."

The chieftains of the Wuzhe were arguing while riding their horses with bows and hammers, but suddenly they heard three terrible thunders! Three copper cannons with tiger crouching on the long ship of the kingdom exploded like thunder, shaking the wild cavalry on horseback and making them neigh in chaos, and even several of them fell off their horses!

"Damn it! Damn it! This Maha tribe that came out from the north actually has a cannon that can fire thunder!..."

"Quick! Catch the horses, catch the horses! Don't let our horses go!..."

"Holy Emperor! This fleet of Mongols and Jurchens mixed together actually has tiger crouching cannons?!..."

Facing the overwhelming wild Jurchen tribe, Zuwaro once again took out the weapon to "press the bottom of the ship", that is, the "cannon" that can only make a noise after the gunpowder is damp. However, this time the "thunder weapon" appeared with a bang, but it did not have the "miraculous effect" that it had in the past!

Whether it was the wild Jurchens in the forest or the Jurchen tribes that did not migrate south, they all knew and understood the "cannons" that smoked and made noises. Such smoking and making noises firearms had already appeared countless times in the hundred-year battle between the Ming army and the remnants of the Northern Yuan Dynasty. The thundering sound of cannons had already resounded throughout this wild and cold Baishan Heishui. Even more than a decade ago, during the Chenghua period, the Ming army's expedition to Liting was inseparable from the attack of the tiger squat cannon!

And after removing the bonus of mysticism, such firearms were just a weapon to disturb horses and break through camps. The actual damage it could bring was actually far less than a round of approaching heavy arrows...

The sudden sound of cannons hit, and the wild Jurchen tribes approaching on the shore were thrown to the ground. After a while, the cavalry finally stopped the galloping horses and began to restore order reluctantly. The wild Jurchen Aguda was furious, and Nurha and Dai Min looked surprised. The three chiefs stared with wide eyes, looking at the three longboats that had been rowed into the river in the chaos, and cursed loudly.

"Damn it! Chiefs of the Maha tribe! They are all tribes that went south, and they are all poor... Where did you get three ships and so many ironware? You even got three cannons, which scared away several of our horses? Did you find any camps left by the Southern Ming before they withdrew?"

"That's right! Ancestors! Where is your camp in the north? Our ancestors all came from the north, but we have never seen these good things!..."

"Haha! Chiefs of the Wuzhe tribe! Don't think about attacking us, our tribe has been migrating, you can't find it! Even if you find it, there is nothing in our camp, only thousands of warriors who can fight and shoot!..."

The longboat rowed into the river, fully loaded with the "deer" they exchanged, away from the "wolves" on the shore. Maha Aguda laughed loudly, seemingly heroic but actually cunning, and shouted to the angry Wuzhe chiefs on the other side.

"Ancestors are witnesses! I will not hide it from you! These ironware, cannons and large ships are not produced by our Maha tribe, and we can't make them. This is the generous reward given by the ancient forest shaman in the altar after using these captives as sacrifices to the Eastern Big Bird Lord God!..."

"These things are all sacrificed from the forest sea by the forest shaman with real magic power!... In the future, we will definitely have another opportunity to trade... Use your captives to exchange for the ironware transformed by the shaman!..."

"What? You ask who the forest shaman is? Haha! He is right here, right next to me! Yes, it is this beautiful, good little An Dahan!..."

Before the kingdom's fleet returned, Maha Aguda heard the last question on the shore and laughed loudly, raised Zuwaro's hand, and shouted heroically.

"Haha! The shaman in the forest is my brother-in-law, the chief of the Big Bird tribe! That's him!..."

Thanks to the book friend Yale "33021211000728" for the reward! Yale is an old book friend who has been following the update since the beginning. I have always remembered it. It has been several years. I really appreciate it here! If I have time on the weekend, I will add more updates. っっ