From Chief to Ball

More than 50 auxiliary soldiers with stone tools attacked more than 100 soldiers with iron tools, and the result can be imagined.

In just a split second, the two corporal leaders saw the bloodiest scene.

The head of a person next to Song was cut off, blood spurted out as high as a person, and the stone spear in his hand was cut off abruptly.

The stomach of the other person was cut open, and the blue-purple intestines flowed out. With trembling hands, he dropped the weapon, grabbed his own intestines and wanted to send them back, screaming in pain.

Song swung his dagger and stabbed an enemy, at the cost of having two fingers cut off on his left and right, and his chest was also scratched.

Luo Xing brandished a long sword with both hands, cursing the group of people who rushed out to die, but his body used more than ten years of skill to the limit. One person chopped with a feldspar axe. The half arc pressed against the side of the stone axe, and with a slight push, the heavy stone ax was deflected to one side with the strength of that person, and the owner of the stone ax also revealed his unprotected body.Luo Xing took a step forward and stabbed him in the chest. He would not choose moves like slashing, stabbing is always the fastest.

All this happened in a blink of an eye. The captains of the two teams looked at the other teams that were retreating, but made different choices.

A corporal leader raised his spear and shouted at the enemy who had rushed in front of him: "Come on!"

The other corporal led the team and turned around and ran away, wanting to get back into the team that was being reorganized. He felt that he couldn't beat those people with no one around him.

Acorn held the spear straight, gritted his teeth, and stabbed the spear on the arm of the corporal who turned and fled back, shouting: "If you don't listen to orders, kill!"

It was someone he had grown up with, and he couldn't fight, but he knew that panic and retreat would make Song's chance of fighting to the death go to naught.

The corporal threw away the spear, looked at the red-eyed acorn in disbelief, cursed, turned and fled sideways, and led the four people around him to escape from the battlefield.

After a moment of confusion, Acorn didn't waste this opportunity, and extended the team that was facing west to the southwest, and the last three reserve teams joined the south-facing defense line.

All this took more than a dozen breaths of time, which Song and others bought with their lives.

The people who passed by Song had already collapsed, and Acorn saw Song lying on the ground recklessly, but the time lag brought a rearranged front.

Acorn gripped his spear tightly and stood in the middle of the line, staring into the scarlet eyes of a blood-stained man directly in front of him.

At this moment, a sharp whistle sounded suddenly on the battlefield, and the civet cat in the forest finally waited for the opportunity he thought it had, and led the hundred people towards Luo Xing's side and rushed over.

Acorn never thought that the sharp Tao whistle would be so pleasant to the ear, glanced at the flag behind him from the corner of the eye, and shouted: "Squad, charge!"

The nine squads and more than 40 auxiliary soldiers who had assembled the team followed his orders, held their spears flat, shouted the command to charge in unison, and walked rapidly, with their eyes only on the front, looking at the enemy from the corner of their eyes. The comrades on both sides no longer panic.

With a distance of more than ten steps and a breath of time, the well-built stone wall collided with the monstrous waves...

At the other end of the battlefield, Chen Jian led his men to defeat the remnants of two tribes from behind. The rest of the tribes had already collapsed, completely lost their belief in fighting, and fled like headless chickens.

The right wing of the entire front moved, as if a wave was rolled up from the right, trying to envelop the enemy in the waves.

It was only a hundred steps away from the battlefield on the left wing, only the fighting there was still going on, with people falling down and blood splattering constantly.

But the acorns that have been regrouped are like boulders on the river bank, seemingly about to be swallowed by the waves, but they stand tall like mountains.

At this time, a flat front is no longer needed, only the cooperation between the teams is needed.

Already victorious, I just don't want the people on the left wing to die before the cheers of victory.

So he raised Wufeng and shouted: "Squad! Charge!"

At first it was only his voice, then it was the elite 130, and then the entire right wing.

More than 300 voices shouted at the same time, and the corporal leaders no longer cared about their own left and right, and only led a five-member team to advance towards the place where they were still fighting; the auxiliary soldiers held simple stone tools, and they knew that they had won. With courage, he roared and rushed over.

On the left wing, the flag is still there, standing like a pine, not moving at all.

Chapter 54 The destruction of 20 years of hard work

When the command to charge echoed in the valley, Luo Xing knew that everything was over.

He made the last decision of this battle, and fled backward with the only remaining clansmen around him.

Acorn and civet cat subconsciously waited for a while, but they didn't hear the sound of Tao whistle, so they knew that they could pursue them, so they led their men to chase them.

When the battle is over, it is impossible for the fleeing people to organize an effective resistance, and the pursuers will kill them one by one.

Chen Jian signaled to the people around him not to chase them. The civet cats had never participated in the battle, and they had plenty of energy. They could catch up with them. Even if they couldn't kill them completely, the remaining 30 to [-] people would not be a threat.

There is no smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield, no broken flags, only blood and the wailing of wounded soldiers.

An enemy whose arm had been cut off rolled on the ground in pain, his stomach was torn open, and after rolling a few times, he begged in pain: "Please, help me, give me a good time, help me... ..."

He wanted to die, but with his hands gone, even death was difficult.

Chen Jian took the bronze spear and stabbed the man in the heart, ending his pain.

"Rescue our people, kill all the injured enemies, and give them a good time."

He sat beside the pool of blood, grabbed a handful of grass blades and wiped the blood from his hands, and the clansmen scattered to clean up the battlefield, or hunt down the fleeing enemies.

As the tribe began to clean up the battlefield, the wailing of the wounded soldiers became less and less, and the only ones who were still screaming in pain were their own people.

The enemy died in battle and was killed after being injured, a total of more than 270 corpses, more than 140 prisoners of war were captured, and [-] to [-] pieces of iron were recovered.

Thirty people died on my side, and seventy or eighty were injured.Fortunately, this is spring, not too hot, and there are wine and herbs. I also know the concept of bacterial infection, and the death rate will not be as terrible as [-]%.

More than 80 of the seven or eighty people were seriously injured, and basically they couldn't last until dark.

Song didn't die, but was seriously injured. He went into hemorrhagic shock, started talking nonsense, felt hot all over, and tore his chest leaving bloodstains, as if he wanted to dig out his lungs to breathe.

Looking at more than 20 seriously injured clansmen, Chen Jian sighed and said, "Go and call all their brothers who were born to their mothers and accompany them."

Lang Pi looked at Chen Jian, walked over and patted him, saying, "Brother, no one is immortal in a war. This is a great victory."

The battle in the valley can indeed be called a big victory. If the civet cats and the others rushed 3 minutes earlier, it would be a complete victory.

War has a purpose, and Chen Jian's purpose has been achieved.

After this battle, there is no longer any threat to the east of the city.

A newborn group of people who worshiped stars and used meteorite disappeared in the long river of history, without any ripples.Together with their beliefs and culture, they dissipated together. In the era before history books and words appeared, no one may remember that there was such a tribe after many years.

The banks of the Caohe River with a radius of two hundred miles will be the land of their own tribe, which has also reached the limit of Fangguo's territory that can be controlled by communications and roads.

This is the foundational battle of his own civilization. Perhaps thousands of years later, it will become a myth, and it will become a terrifying battle with the help of the sun, moon, stars, and gods.

The position of his military leader has been stabilized. Using this victory as the cornerstone, his tribe's voice in the council will no longer be opposed by anyone.

He rubbed his hands, tried not to listen to the nonsense of those unconscious people, and left here.

Death and blood are not scary, but what is scary are the short stories of some parents and the endless desire for life that those people chanted after they were in a coma.

Looking at the piled up corpses, Chen Jian would rather go to those corpses.

A few people ran over and asked in a spontaneous respectful tone: "Jian, what about these corpses? We're going back against the current, and they will rot when we go back to the village."