From Chief to Ball

The legs clamped the horned deer's abdomen, and the people walking side by side began to speed up slowly, trying to keep everyone close together.

After forty steps, the horned deer's speed had increased.

"charge!"

The fourteen clansmen rushed out almost side by side, the front was much narrower than the opposite side, the wolf skin held the throwing spear and stared at the enemy ahead, leaving a large gap on the opposite side.

The enemy in front of him was obviously a little terrified, his eyes widened, he held the stone ax high and swayed on the horse's back, constantly changing his focus to confuse the enemy.

The moment the two of them crossed each other, Wolfpi threw the spear half-throwing and half-stabbing. Feeling the blocking feeling in his hand, he immediately let go of his hand, and did not check whether the spear was stabbed. His body tilted Dodged the opponent's slash before he died.

After the impact, they didn't stop, but continued to run forward for more than 30 steps. The fourteen people were divided into two teams, and they made a circular arc to the left and right without stopping.

Six people had already been laid down on the battlefield, and several horses were running around. None of the fourteen people died. With the help of a dense formation, they tore apart the opponent's formation from the middle.

Throwing away the throwing spear and pulling out the dagger from the saddlebag, the opponent's formation had been dispersed, but the wolf skin side did not immediately fight each other, but rearranged as Chen Jian said, holding the copper sword flat, and again The whole team hits.

After the two attacks, the leader on the opposite side looked at the few remaining clansmen around him, and couldn't understand why this battle ended like this?

He stared at the wolf skin and shouted: "I have seen you, you are the one who took the skull, come, come, you treacherous man!"

Recalling the meeting a few months ago, it was the person in front of him who won the applause of everyone with his superb riding skills. He thought that the days of his tribe's lack of salt and pottery were over, but he didn't expect this group of people who accepted the skull In an instant the man killed the chief's son.

His body was swaying on the horse's back, and he suddenly kicked the horse's belly and suddenly accelerated, trying to block the path of the wolf fur, and squeezed the horned deer to his right side by the horse's back.

The victory or defeat of a slow and stationary horse fight depends on whether the person in charge of the horse can block the opponent's path at the first time, grab the opponent's left side, from the reverse right hand staggered vertical, to a horizontal and a vertical T, and then It becomes a side-by-side vertical in the same direction, because most people use their right hands, and whoever is on the left at the moment of transformation wins [-]%.

Wolfpi knew that the opponent was a good player, guessed the opponent's intentions, pulled the reins hard, turned around before the opponent was in front of him, and handed out the dagger at the moment of the wrong body, and stabbed the opponent's stone ax before it fell. The opponent's heart, without waiting for the sword to be drawn, left directly, drew the last short javelin on the back of the horned deer, and did not feel relieved until he heard the sound of the horse falling behind him.

The moment he landed, the man knew that he was going to die. Looking at the copper sword on his chest and the gurgling blood, it gradually merged into a small river in front of him, as if a red and deadly poisonous snake was biting him, bringing his soul to the The world of spirits.

"These blood-soaked grasses will grow taller in spring, and horses will love them..."

The war horse didn't know that its master's soul had gone to another world. It rubbed against its master with its wet nose. It was a little strange. Today, the master's face was not warm. It was very cold. When he rubbed his master lying on the grass like this before, the master Always reach out and touch the horse's head, why didn't you touch it today?

While thinking about it, a pair of unfamiliar hands grabbed its mane and gently stroked its back...

Chapter 9 Rolling

The original owner of the war horse was lying on the ground. They were just a little puzzled, but in the end they still lowered their heads and licked the peas and salt given by the new owner.

A small settlement, 37 horses, all the wounded were killed for food.

The women and children who escaped will be ambushed by civet cats, while those who did not escape looked at these people anxiously. The women hugged the children tightly, knelt on the ground and kept begging, or hid the children in their Behind them, they thought maybe they couldn't see it like this.

Chen Jian sighed and waved his hands, "Kill them all, we can't take them away."

Perhaps because he was worried that the tribe would not let him go, he wanted to find the scalps of those men who used them as handkerchiefs, and told the tribe that if they didn't kill them, he might become these handkerchiefs in the future.

But when he lowered his head to search just now, the screams have already sounded, and the clansmen are far harder than he thought, so there is no need to say anything.

The women didn't resist at first, they thought maybe they could still be slaves, at least alive.But when the sword stabbed at the child, they finally rushed towards Chen Jian with empty hands, but it was meaningless.

Half an hour later, the civet cat also came back with his tribe, driving a dozen horses and bringing some horse meat.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Chen Jian took a deep breath and said, "It was burned with the dried grass."

"Are there still many sheep in the sheepfold?"

"Eat, kill the ones you can't eat."

"It's a pity, why don't you hurry back with some people?"

The clansmen looked at the sheep in the sheepfold distressedly, and slapped their own thighs in hatred. Chen Jian shook his head and said, "Kill it, as long as there is land, there will be sheep. Go to a few people and pick up the luggage team behind, let them go." They cut some wood in the woods, sharpened it and brought it over, camped here at night, and the scouts went on to find other settlements. Those with fewer people went directly to burn, kill, and rob, and the more people paid back.”

"A few people have run away, they will know we are coming."

"If you know it, you know it. We know where their big village is, and move there slowly. People can ride horses, but hay can't go? Think about it, if these people appear when we harvest wheat, Burning wheat everywhere, what will you do?"

"Go out of town and fight them."

"The same goes for them. It's not easy to go without oxen and horses and carts."

In the evening, the convoy team came to this razed settlement, and made sharpened wood into deer villages and inserted them around. They will officially enter the grassland starting tomorrow. Trees are hard to find, and these deer villages need to be carried with them.

When Chen Jian rushed to another settlement the next day, there were no people in the settlement, only the traces of the village left, only a bit of hay.

At noon, a large group of people on horseback finally appeared. They appeared in the east, but Chen Jian knew that their big village was in the north because he had been there.

There were quite a few people who came, ranging from children in their thirteens and fourteens to seniors in their 40s and 600s. There were more than [-] people. It seemed that after those people escaped the day before yesterday, all the men in this grassland settlement had been mobilized.

Chen Jian set up a camp, and the archers guarded the surrounding areas. The bullock carts also served as high platforms and side shields. The deer villages were inserted around, and the soldiers shuttled through them in an orderly manner.

Those on horseback were about four or five hundred steps away from them. The two sides faced each other for a while, but Chen Jian was not in a hurry. There was still enough food for more than 20 days, and these donkeys could also feed the tribe for a while.

But the other party must be anxious. The cost of full mobilization is huge. If the grass is not mowed in winter, the livestock will starve.

Chen Jian looked at the cavalry in the distance with a smile, turned around and said, "Rest, roast lamb, take your time. How do you feel riding horses?"

"Very good, much stronger than horned deer, but I'm not used to it."

"How far is it from the big village we went to in winter?"

"It's only forty or fifty miles, just go up this river. How did they turn around from the east?"

"I'm afraid we know where the women and children are. They think we don't know where their village is."

After a while, there was a commotion from the opposite side. Some young people got off their horses and gathered together holding bows and arrows. Some old people and children rode horses and walked around to both sides holding spears.

The leader of the pain of bereavement looked angrily at the black and white flags flying in the camp in the distance, gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.

All the settlements he leads can only gather more than 600 men, which is already the limit. If it is to plunder, he can find cooperation with other tribes on the grassland, but other tribes will not help in this kind of battle. Instead, they will rob themselves after they finish fighting.

For a while, he regretted his decision to migrate here from the west. The most powerful tribes may have integrated all the tribes together, and they are no longer scattered sheep. In that case, they would not be afraid of these people at all...Of course , in that case, the right to be the leader will be gone.

Time is against him, he can only choose to fight.If you win, everything is easy to talk about; if you lose, let the women and children move out first, and bring the remaining clansmen to stick to these people, and harass them so that they can't leave quickly.These people don't know how to ride horses, and they certainly can't catch up with women and children, and they don't know where their village is.

As long as there are women, horses, sheep, and at most some old and weak people starved to death in winter, and the children grow up more than ten years later, the tribe will still exist.

No need to talk about hatred, those burned settlements are the best pre-war speeches.

The clansmen got off their horses one after another. Horseback riding was only useful for harassing and attacking the defeated soldiers. Cavalry without stirrups and who could not throw spears were incapable of defeating the infantry formation.

Those old and weak children rode horses and carried spears to harass around the camp. They couldn't fight, and that was all they could do.

In the camp, Chen Jian also blew the ox horn. Except for a hundred soldiers guarding the baggage and serving as the reserve team, all the others had their weapons in hand. According to the drilled positions along the way, the archers lined up in three rows, facing the front .

"White horse, take people to deal with those old people and children, don't charge too far, just control their spears so they can't throw them into the camp."