Warlord: King of All Clans

Dukak's scout was also a transcendent, but was afraid of Hewan's rifles and just watched the battle from a snowy hill at a very long distance.

After thinking carefully about the fighting power of the River Bay soldiers, the scout concluded, "The soldiers of the River Bay are all extraordinary, and they have powerful firearms. That's not 300 people, that's 300 extraordinary archers!"

For ordinary people, the performance of the Hewan soldiers on the battlefield is mainly reflected in their fierce firepower, but extraordinary scouts like him can judge the enemy's rank by observing the enemy's gait and movement speed.

His guess was actually correct. All the soldiers in Hewan were at the peak of their mortal state, and with the nourishment of dragon blood and dragon meat, they were stronger than the average heavy armor elite. Many grassroots officers were low-level transcendents.

The weight they carry in battle is no less than that of heavily armored elite infantry, but they can still run and jump and move normally.

Hearing the scout's words, Dukak's face darkened and he gritted his teeth and said, "Damn the Northerners. One year of development is equivalent to our ten years. If this drags on, the grassland will also become the possession of the Northerners."

"Get ready and welcome the envoys from the River Bend. I want to give them a surprise."

On Yue Gechar's side, after the battle, Hewan's soldiers began to clean up the battlefield.

Looking at the corpses everywhere, many soldiers showed expressions of disgust.

The dead warhorse is no longer worth anything, and the armor pierced by bullets can only be sold at a discount.

Those prairie recurve bows, scimitars and spears are useless to the River Bend soldiers.

Fortunately, this place is not far from Ulanggar. If we work hard to deliver it there, it will at least be enough to make up for the losses in this battle.

The combat effectiveness of the Hewan soldiers is extremely strong, but they are not without flaws. The refined paper-wrapped quantitative pointed bullets and high-powered grenades are all very expensive, and they are equivalent to throwing money away when they open fire.

A victory without sufficient spoils is as good as a failure to fight.

The current main force of Hewan has turned into a glutton. Only large-scale battles and sieges can satisfy their appetite. This small-scale battle is just an ordinary side dish.

At this time, a soldier who was cleaning the battlefield came to Strong, dragging a Western Knight's leg. "Sir, he looks like a general, and he's still breathing."

When Strong saw this, he realized that this was the cavalry commander who was shot dead by Bjorn, but he was still alive.

Bjorn's large-caliber rifled rifle, which can also be called a small-caliber rifled cannon, was shot in the chest by him. Even someone as strong as Strong might not be able to survive.

Strong used his big feet to push the cavalry commander who was lying on the ground and dying, and saw the armor on him.

The stream of magic power was slowly converging, and the delicate enchanted patterns were like flowers. A magic crystal was embedded in the center of the flower under the ribs, but it was now dim.

In the middle of the armor, there was a hole the size of an eye socket made by Bjorn's bullet, and blood was gushing out of it.

The cross-section of the notch is half a centimeter thick.

Such extraordinary armor is enough to block bullets fired from the River Bend smoothbore musket, and is immune to all Western muskets, but it is still a little lacking in front of Bjorn's weapon that is powerful enough to break through the defense of high-level extraordinary people.

However, thanks to its protection, the mid-level extraordinary cavalry commander was not killed by a single shot. Instead, it was as if he was hit in the chest by a two-handed hammer, injuring his ribs and lungs.

After being tortured by the Hewan soldiers and Strong, the unconscious cavalry commander slowly woke up and cursed, "Save me! Save me!"

"I am Gabatu, the leader of the A'er tribe. If you save my life, I will give you a hundred gold coins. No! A thousand gold coins!"

After confirming his guess, Strong immediately lost interest and said to the Hewan soldier beside him: "Here's your reward."

The Hewan soldier was overjoyed. He stepped on Gabatu's face with his steel-plate boots and tried to strip off his extraordinary armor.

This extraordinary battle armor has been damaged, but it can still be used after some repairs. It can be sold for at least a hundred gold.

Just as Si Zhuang's troops had finished cleaning up the battlefield, Arina had already arrived with her musketeers. She recognized the naked Gabatu at a glance and said angrily, "The A'er tribe is so bold that they dared to attack the descendants of the Tarhan tribe. I will go and wipe them out right now!"

Si Zhuang stretched out his hand to stop her, "You don't have to do anything, just take good care of your brother and don't let him get slaughtered on your own territory."

He stopped Arina's hand and stroked the golden leopard under Arina.

The golden leopard snored comfortably and was about to tilt its head and stretch out its neck for him to scratch again.

At this time, Freya also stretched out her claws. The golden-spotted leopard immediately became alert, bared its teeth and took two steps back.

Strong is the chief of the goblin beast taming clan and has a complete beast taming heritage. Any mount that stays with him for a few days will lose its hostility.

Arina had only stayed in the Riverbend Lord's house a few times, and the golden-spotted leopard almost became Strong's pet dog.

While they were talking, other Hewan soldiers sent by Strong were spreading to every corner of the Tarhan grassland.

The largest combat battalion, three hundred Hewan soldiers, led by the battalion commander, rode their horses to a valley.

The terrain here is undulating, the wind and snow on the grassland are smaller, there is only a thin layer of dry snow on the ground, and the boundary between the Gobi Desert and the grassland can be clearly distinguished.

The commander of the combat battalion was a rough man. He looked at the map left and right, up and down, but still couldn't guess where he was.

His deputy snatched the map away with a sullen look on his face. "What are you looking at if you don't understand it?"

The battalion commander was not convinced and asked with his neck stiff, "So where are we?"

The deputy picked up the map and glanced at it, then took out his pocket watch and looked at the sky, and confirmed, "This is it, no doubt about it."

The battalion commander immediately looked very proud, "See, don't say I don't understand, I understand very well, and successfully arrived at the designated location! Unlike you, who are unlucky and need to gild in the atrium to avoid getting lost!"

The unfortunate little Noyes was tortured by him until he lost his temper. He dismounted and ordered his soldiers, "Everyone dismount, find a place to hide, set traps, and prepare for an ambush."

A day later, the remnants of the A'er tribe crossed the valley and prepared to return home to report the death.

Several thousand-man tribes farther away each sent a hundred-man combat company deep into the grassland and came to the tribal main tent to offer friendly condolences.

In the spacious bedroom of the Lord's Mansion of Ulangar, Arina sat with her back to Freya in a large wooden barrel filled with hot water.

In order to scrub her body better, Freya turned into a beautiful green-haired elf in human form, and took out the professional scrubbing kit she brought from home, and placed it on the wooden shelf in different categories.

If someone didn’t know, they would think Freya was preparing to punish someone.

But Arina was already used to it. She spread her hands on the edge of the barrel and let Freya do what she wanted, but she didn't look happy.

"Why doesn't Dickmondo come himself?"

Freya was stunned. "Leo doesn't like to give people a bath. Every time I asked him to give me a bath, he refused!"

"Stingy Leo, only rubs for Sister Olivia!"