Chapter 1033 The King of Graycastle (Part 2)

Brian walked out of the camp, and the victorious warriors were returning one after another.

Compared with the neat team when they went out, they were like a group of refugees at this moment - their bodies were stained with blood, and not a single piece of their clothes was intact. There was either a hole here or a piece missing there. It was obvious that they had only gone through an extremely fierce battle. Only close combat would leave such traces.

In addition, the number of soldiers is even more shocking. Less than half of the two thousand ambush team can still walk back standing. In order to transport the injured, all the horses and camels were unmanned, and each horse basically had to carry two to three people. Including the prisoners being escorted, the entire team was very scattered. From a distance, it did not look like a well-trained army at all.

But there was no trace of depression on the faces of the people. Instead, they looked full of energy, completely different from when they set off for the battle.

Using the power of a small tribe to defeat the big clans in the iron sand city is the first time in the extreme south!

Brian knew that after experiencing this battle, they had truly transformed from hunters into soldiers.

What satisfied him even more was that even though the ambush team was dressed in disheveled clothes and disheveled hair, they firmly remembered his teachings - soldiers should never discard their weapons at any time.

Most people's water bags and food bags were gone, and some even lost half of their newly issued shoes, but their guns and sabers were still hanging on their backs.

The First Army cannot guard the southern border for the Sand People forever. They must rely on their own strength to make the tribe operate in accordance with the order established by Graycastle. This is only the superficial order of the King of Graycastle. Brian knows that His Majesty Roland hopes to get it. It's not just that.

He needs more soldiers and the Mojin people to join the battle of God's Will in an organized manner.

But now, these people have further qualifications.

The Musketeer Battalion Commander turned around with satisfaction and nodded to Judah, "Now you can tell me the details of the battle."

As far as the battle itself is concerned, there is nothing amazing about it. Instead, it is full of flaws and mistakes. According to the plan, two thousand sand people were divided into two groups. One group pretended to be bait, sneaked back to Yinchuan Oasis one after another, and then We headed north along Yinchuan at night, creating the illusion that we wanted to sneak to the salt-alkali land. The other group ambush in advance in the last uninhabited oasis at the end of Yinchuan.

After receiving the news, the Nutao and Bone-cutting clans naturally would not allow small tribes to challenge their majesty. A cavalry of more than 800 people set out from Iron Sand City and followed the footsteps to catch up with the "defectors". Although there were more people in the bait, they didn't pay attention to the small tribe of sand people who were not even watchdogs.

The two teams escaped and chased each other, and soon entered the ambush circle-up to this part, the plan was implemented, but everything went into chaos after that.

The "bait" should first dismount and surrender, trick the opponent into dismounting, and then find an opportunity to scare the horses away, allowing the ambush team to take action. However, the sand people in charge of sealing the road lit the kindling in advance. Under the flames, the enemy immediately realized that the situation was not good and began to break out in the direction from which they came. If a large amount of black water had not been prepared in advance, the ambush might have failed.

The subsequent battle turned into a chaotic fight. The decoy team drew their knives to kill the returning enemies, and the ambushed troops had no choice but to join in. Many of them only fired one shot from beginning to end, and the previously trained rounds Techniques such as platoon shooting and alternate reloading were completely useless. The way to determine the outcome was still the most traditional hand-to-hand combat of the sand people.

As Brian said, they did not only have muskets. Under the neighing of horses and the fire, this small oasis that had shrunk became a battlefield for life and death battles between the two sides. Flying to knock down a rider, or having his intestines trampled by a horse's hoof are common sights on the battlefield. When two people hug each other, their teeth can also take away the opponent's life.

The small tribe is not without warriors. The sand people have to face an extremely harsh living environment since birth. Those who can survive the hands of sandworms and poisonous scorpions basically have mastered excellent fighting skills. It can be said that in terms of individual strength, the gap between them and the big clans is not far behind.

The disadvantage of these tribes lies in their numbers - lack of resources restricts their reproduction and expansion. No matter how powerful the warriors are, they cannot defeat enemies ten times their size. As long as the tribal form does not change, it will be difficult for them to compete with the big clans.

But now, this disadvantage no longer exists.

The soldiers in the Sand Army come from dozens of Yinchuan tribes. They no longer have to fight bloody battles for resources. Everyone eats the same food, wears the same clothes, trains together, and sleeps together. Time is not separated either - Facing the powerful Iron Sand City clan, what they lack in the end is the courage and determination to break the rules.

The slaughter of small tribes by Raging Waves and Peeling Bones just made up for this link.

The fighting lasted from night to dawn.

The Sand People's Army won the battle between trapped beasts.

When the flames extinguished, all that was left in the oasis was a dark patch of charcoal. Without the cover of the trees, the yellow sand would soon bury the water here, completely disappearing from the surface, and Yinchuan would shrink again. Until the next oasis is exposed to the erosion of sand and dust.

But the sand people will survive.

This battle is like a symbol, it hastened the disappearance of the oasis, but pointed the way for other sand people.

After listening to Juda's report, Brian walked step by step in front of everyone.

"Well done! You have won honor for yourselves and gained life for the tribe! This is your victory, and you should decide how to dispose of the spoils!"

He pointed to the captured warriors of the great clan.

"Kill! Kill them!"

"Sir, my relatives died at the hands of these people!"

"I want them to pay with their lives!"

Under the expectant gaze of the sand people, Brian raised his right hand and waved it downward slightly, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Then there was the sound of a blade being unsheathed.

The hot blood immediately dyed the salt sand under his feet red, like flower buds blooming in the snow, and the high morale of the soldiers reached its peak!

"But the threat from Iron Sand City has not been completely eliminated. The Raging Waves and Bone-cutting Clan can still send troops to the hinterland of Yinchuan at any time, and your people are still under their blades!" Brian shouted, "The Great Chief has given You enjoy the power of the Eternal Oasis, but the rebels want to destroy it all! Tell me, what should you do?"

"Capture Iron Sand City and banish them into the Blackwater Swamp!"

"Let these people know the consequences of betraying the war chief!"

"Battle Commander, I still have friends in the oasis, please let them join this team!"

"And I...my sisters can fight too!"

Waves of chants instantly erupted above the crowd, and the power contained in them made both Goulds and Thuram couldn't help but take a step back.

Brian looked in the direction of Neverwinter City.

Your Majesty, those who plotted rebellion have decorated your coronation ceremony with their own blood, and the scattered Mojin people are gradually gathering together. I think it won't be long before Iron Sand City will be under your control.

But that's just the beginning.

The entire southernmost territory will eventually become yours, and there will no longer be anything that can resist your will in this desert.

I hope this gift will not disappoint you.