Chapter 1045: Heavy Armor's Charge, Haibu's Goddess!

"Swoosh!..."

"Swoosh!..."

The riverside camps in the Lutai River can be roughly divided into two camps: inner and outer camps. Outer camps are sparse haystacks and huts to house deer. The inner camp is made of low wooden fences and tents for living in winter. The fierce and fierce arrow rain first hit the outer camps on the east and west sides back and forth. Then, the mountain hunters on the south side also quickly rushed to the edge of the haystack, and fired fiercely at the deer archers dozens of steps away.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

"Ah...uh!..."

The fighting on the snow field was so quiet that even if they were a little farther away, the screams would become dull and indistinct. The hunters on both sides stared, wearing similar wing armor and different leather robes, standing silently and shooting arrows. They don't have the habit of fighting in kingdoms. During battles, they neither pray to the gods for blessings, nor seldom shout loudly in an attempt to intimidate the enemy.

The hunters in the snowfield are used to silence, they are as cold and dead as the snowstorm in the north. They shoot at each other, approach each other, draw their bows and shoot arrows, their eyes are as sharp as eagles. Arrows hit their wing armor "aggressively", and bone arrows grazed their leather armor, and the arrows became more and more accurate.

Then, people on both sides were shot in the vitals one after another, uttered short screams, and fell over in the snow. The wounded soldiers bleed bright red, quickly lost their temperature in the cold wind, and soon lost the ability to fight.

However, the attacking mountain hunters got closer and closer, while the defensive deer hunters did not retreat at all. The two sides gradually approached each other until they could see each other's eyebrows, they all dropped their bows and arrows, picked up stone axes and spears, and roared and charged!

"Roar! Kill them!..."

"Kill!...Dead!..."

As the mountain hunters rushed into the outer camp, the shooting of bows and arrows on the east and west sides first turned into face-to-face hacking and stabbing. The hunters on both sides brandished stone axes and stabbed stone spears, fighting together, and began to let out threatening howls and howls of injuries.

The howling sound passed through the snowfield and muffled to the south. The strong warrior captain Shi Jian held up his shield, squinted his eyes, looked for a while, and finally felt certain.

"Lord God bless! These snowfield tribes have amazing shooting skills and fast movement speed...but close combat is not very successful! They don't have any killing skills, no formations, and no team cooperation...Obviously, they have no experience. What kind of large-scale massacre has happened, and not enough people have been killed...It is a bit like the dog-born when they surrendered to the kingdom just now!..."

"Whoosh!..."

A bone arrow struck precisely, brushed off the shield held high, and nailed heavily on Shi Jian's bronze helmet. Even with the leather lining, Shi Jian felt a pain in his forehead. His heart trembled, he quickly bowed slightly, covered his head with a shield, and cursed in a low voice.

"Damn it! These damned tribal sharpshooters are really accurate in archery! Watch me rush up and hack you to death later!..."

"Swoosh!..."

The hunting captain, Mu Dog, led four teams of hunters, while suppressing fierce archery, while covering the heavy armored warriors of the kingdom, they approached within twenty steps. Standing fifty steps away, Zuvaro saw the situation of the entire battlefield, estimated for a while, and then blew the horn to charge!

"Woo! Woooo!"

"Charge! The Lord God blesses you! Dedicate your life to the Lord God!"

"Dedicate your life to the Lord God!"

Warrior captain Shi Jian let out a roar, then held his shield high, and rushed towards the camp in front of him with his head muffled. A few feathered arrows nailed fiercely on the shield, but they couldn't stop him from charging. Behind him, four teams of warriors and sailors from the kingdom also shouted loudly, trotting and charging!

This torrent of heavy armor was like a heavy hammer that had been stored for a long time and suddenly launched. It hammered on the waist and eyes of Lutai Hebu, and knocked the four or five teams of Lubu hunters defending the south to the ground! …

"Bang! Bang!"

"Crack!..."

A sharp-shooting deer hunter dropped his strong bow, his eyes were red, his teeth were gritted, he pulled out his stone ax and slashed at Shi Jian's side neck. The warrior captain Shi Jian skillfully raised his shield sideways with his left hand to block the opponent's slash, and with a quick and smooth swing with his right hand, he chopped the opponent's thigh. The deer hunter trembled all over, immediately lost his footing, and bent his body reflexively. Afterwards, he trembled violently, his pupils constricted in pain, but the copper ax that was attached to him was scratched across his neck, as if he was leaning forward to die!

"Shh! Wow!..."

Blood red splashes, staining the cloth-covered copper armor. Shi Jian turned his head sideways to avoid the spray of blood, but suddenly felt a pain in his waist.

"when!"

"Um?"

The stone spear pierced the bronze cloth armor, but was blocked by the tough armor. Shi Jian turned around quickly, and saw an unbelievably surprised round face. And just a moment later, a sharp copper ax slashed obliquely, chopping off half of the fragile neck connecting the round face.

"Shh! Wow!..."

Shi Jian quickly wiped his face to prevent the blood from freezing on his face. He looked around, and what he saw was a massacre.

The warriors of the kingdom looked excited, and used their honed killing skills to knock down the howling enemies in twos. The tribal hunters in the Northland were tall and strong, and they all wore two or three layers of armor. They swung their one-handed and two-handed battle axes frantically, even cutting through the enemy's wing armor.

However, the stone axes and spears of the deer hunters hit back feebly on the bronze cloth armor and double leather armor, which was far less threatening than their sharp and precise bows and arrows!

"Ancestors! This... These warriors from the Haibu are so fierce when fighting in close combat!"

The hunting captain Mugou stared wide-eyed in shock as he watched eighty heavily armored kingdom soldiers rushing into the camp unstoppably. In just a short while, they cut down more than forty hunters from the Lutai River, while only a few of them were injured.

Facing these ferocious heavy armored warriors who couldn't be cut down, the remaining nearly a hundred tribes in the south were finally unable to resist! With a cry of despair they turned and fled towards the inner camp at Mucha. And if the tribal sailors who were being pursued caught up, they would lose the will to continue fighting, and just dropped their weapons, knelt in the snow, and surrendered to these tall and brave warriors...

"Hey! The ancestors and the sacred mountain are blessed! The south is broken!...Everyone, rush with me! Go in, kill on both sides!..."

The hunting leader, Mugou, let out a roar of excitement, and led the four teams of hot spring mountain hunters who were in the formation, rushed into the broken camp, and then separated to kill on the east and west sides. The warrior captain Shi Jian took a breath, and also divided his men to support the pincer attack on both sides.

"Ah! Renlu's ancestor! Please! Help us..."

"Ancestral spirit! The tribe is going to perish... the totem will also be gone!..."

Soon, the deer hunters fighting on the east and west sides collapsed and fled under the attack from both sides. And when Mutu, who had bypassed the glacier, brought three elite teams to attack from the north side, the last sharp blade was inserted into the camp... In the entire Lumois River, except for more than one hundred soldiers who were either dead or injured, the remaining seven hundred Many tribesmen fell into a complete collapse!

More than 400 women and children from Lutaihe River trembled and were driven from all directions. They gathered at the low tents and were guarded by a team of mountain hunters. According to the tradition of the ice field, even if it is a hostile tribe, they will not kill them wantonly, but will be absorbed into the new victorious tribe.

As for the remaining 300 men, half of them knelt down and surrendered in despair, while a small number staggered and fled towards the snow field. It's just that they didn't have a sled, so they couldn't escape far, nor could they escape the subsequent pursuit. So the hunters in the mountains ignored them.

In the resistance of the entire camp, only the last fifty die-hard deer hunters remained! Led by the chief of Lumoishe, they gathered between the strong fences of the inner camp and stepped on the low and thick tents. And relying on this thin layer of barriers, relying on a little terrain, they drew their heavy bows and shot arrows at the mountain hunters surrounded on all sides!

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

"Phew! The last resistance, the dying resistance... the witness of the Lord God! These deer hunters are all top marksmen! It's a pity to kill like this..."

The overall situation has been decided, and the exploration leader Zuvaro put on thick armor and entered the open camp of Lumoshui River. Seeing his appearance, the warriors and sailors of the kingdom bowed their heads respectfully, praising the protection of the Lord God. But the surrounding mountain hunters had strange eyes, even some disdain.

According to the custom on the snow field, the leader of the hunting team is the most brave hunter. Even the big leader Mugou went into battle in person, rushed into the camp to fight, and was shot in the knee... And this leader of the Haibu, wearing such good armor, has been hiding behind to watch the battle?

"Captain Zuvalo, the Lord God has sent down divine power!...We have brought some gunpowder arrows, which can light the camp tents in the Deer Department..."

Shi Jian, the warrior captain, pursed his lips, and pointed at the more than 50 Lutai Hebu elites who were dying and struggling by virtue of the terrain. These elite hunters looked like they were fighting to the end, the formation was so dense, and their arrows were so accurate... If they rushed in to fight with them, they would definitely lose several warriors! Might as well start a fire and set their tents on fire...

"Hmmm... gunpowder arrows... light the tent..."

The exploration captain Zuwaro pondered for a while, looked at the Lutaihe chief who was guarding Youdou, and then at the mountain hunter who was only surrounded by archery and did not charge immediately. It is estimated that when the cheap father-in-law Mugou comes over, the task of rushing to attack the fortifications will still be handed over to the heavy armored soldiers of the Haibu. How about...

"Shi Jian, you send two people to drag our Rain God Tiger Squat Cannon over here!"

"Huh? Captain, use the tiger crouching cannon?"

"Well, the main god sent down thunder! In front of so many Yamabu and Shikabe, it is the best time to show off the might of the main god!..."

Exploration Captain Zuwaro's eyes flickered, and after a little thought, it would be a success. He looked at the strange expressions of the hunters around him again, then took off the heavy bronze armor and wing armor, lit a torch, and suddenly danced the priest's sacrificial dance!

"Ah! The supreme Lord God! On the high Snake Mountain, on the ancestor's divine peak! He is in charge of the sun, He is in charge of the vegetation, the earth, He is in charge of the storm and the sea, and he is in charge of thunder and flames!..."

"Ah! Mulu Alashanwa! I am the ancestor of the Haibu descended from the sea! I want to ignite the fire with my own hands, ignite the magic weapon of the great shaman, and let the incomparable thunder of the Lord God descend!..."

Zuvalo wields torches, sings loudly, and dances mysterious sacrificial dances, attracting the attention of all hunters, friend or foe. These gazes are full of complex emotions. Many people are surprised, many people are puzzled, more people don't believe it, and there are expectations from the "Haibu" people...

"Huh? What is this?"

"Like a shaman's seance."

"Can the leader of the Haibu also be able to descend from the gods?"

"I can't see it! He is so young, can he communicate with his ancestors?"

"He seems to be carrying something, the magic weapon of the great shaman of Haibu, that golden tube..."

"Huh? The great shaman of Haibu? I haven't heard of it... Does this golden magic weapon really work?..."

"The lord god bless you! Give me the power of thunder!"

When the eyes of hundreds of thousands of people converged on him, Zuvaro finally finished the sacrificial dance. Then, with a pious face, he shouted the name of the main god, stretched out a torch, and ignited the loaded tiger squat cannon. And the slightly smoking muzzle was facing Chief Lutaihe dozens of steps away...