The dim moon hung diagonally in the sky, and the sky was filled with stars.

The Terdun people carried their sheepskin rafts into the water and paddled slowly toward the east bank.

Really late at night is not a good time for sneak attacks. Everything is completely silent, and insignificant sounds during the day will be easily detected.

Therefore, the Tertun people chose to attack before dawn.

The water is gurgling, birds are circling and crowing, and wolves are whimpering in the wilderness. The noisy chopping, hammering, and neighing of men and horses in the Terdun camp continues.

In this way, the sound of oars merges into the background sound of nature, making it almost indistinguishable.

Before I knew it, the sheepskin raft had drifted across the middle of the river, and the east bank of the Bighorn River was peaceful.

Except for a few crows, the Tertun people did not find any living beings disturbed by them.

However, just on the top of the river embankment, there are two pairs of eyes watching all this.

"How many rafts?" Tamas was lying on the top of the river embankment, squinting to identify the number: "Can you see clearly?"

"Company commander." Peter [Short] Bunir lay down next to the company commander and timidly replied: "I am blindfolded."

"A blindfolded bird? Eat more feces." Tamas said without thinking: "I couldn't see clearly at night before, but I was cured by following the blood wolf and eating feces offal for a while."

Before the Tertun people entered the water, the sentries at the watchtower on the river embankment had already noticed the strange movements of the barbarians on the other side.

The first company stationed on this section of the river quickly prepared and dispatched, and is currently hiding behind the river embankment.

In a few words, the raft got closer and closer to the river bank, and the sweat on the forehead of little Peter became more and more.

"Company commander, the barbarian is coming up." Peter's mouth was dry and his palms were cold, so he couldn't help but urge: "You should hurry up and ask the big guy to come up too!"

Tamas no longer stared at the river in front of him, but instead looked upstream and downstream: "Don't worry, wait until they get ashore."

"It will be too late when the barbarians get ashore." Peter was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

"What?" Tamas glanced sideways at his subordinates: "You want to command the first company?"

Little Peter suddenly lost his strength.

"We only have two hook guns, and they are used for signaling. If the barbarian doesn't come ashore, can you reach him?"

Peter responded wearily: "Oh."

After teaching his subordinates a lesson, Tamas's attention returned to the enemy. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter: "Something's wrong, something's wrong, ten rafts?"

"Ten...more or less?"

"Little, too little." Tamas scratched his beard on his temples, puzzled: "Ten rafts also want to occupy the river bank? What tricks are you trying to do?"

"Ask me." Little Peter said in a voice as loud as a mosquito, "I don't know either..."

What happened next was completely beyond Tamas and Peter's expectations - Manzi's sheepskin raft did not reach the shore at all.

About ten meters away from the river bank, the barbarians on the sheepskin raft worked together to lift something and threw it into the river.

"What are you doing?" Peter couldn't see clearly and was worried.

Tamas can see clearly, but he also doesn't know why.

Tamas thought hard and suddenly found that the sheepskin raft was no longer drifting along the current. A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared: "It's the anchor! The barbarian is setting the anchor!"

"Anchor?" Peter suddenly understood and asked doubtfully: "Does the sheepskin raft also have an anchor?"

"Now we have it." Tamas's eyes became serious little by little.

"Then what should we do? Company commander."

"Wait a little longer and see what the barbarian wants to do."

Nine sheepskin rafts were anchored in the river, and one sheepskin raft floated toward the river bank.

Tamas figured out something: the sheepskin raft heading toward the shore should be a sentinel, and the focus obviously fell on the nine sheepskin rafts in the river.

Unable to wait any longer, seeing that the other party had no intention of landing, Tamas decided to take the initiative.

"Bring the horses here." Tamas whispered to Peter: "I will lead the cavalry to charge first. After the barbarians find me, the others will move."

"No!" Little Peter became anxious: "There are only six people in the cavalry, it's too dangerous! You can't die! You'd better go together for safety."

"No need." Tamas snorted coldly: "The barbarians will not confront us head-on. I will try to catch a prisoner and question them before they escape."

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After a short arrangement, when the night sky revealed a little dark blue, Tamas led five riders to jump out of the river embankment and charge towards the landing point.

As soon as the drum-like sound of horse hooves sounded, the barbarians on the shore immediately opened the sheepskin raft and fled.

Tamas rode his horse into the river in pursuit, but once the water reached his knees, his mount refused to go any further.

Seeing Manzi's sheepskin raft paddling into the deep water, Tamas punched him hard on the thigh.

The Tertun people riding on nine other sheepskin rafts fired their bows and arrows at the riders on the shore.

For a moment, arrows flew toward Tamas and the others with a scream.

The sheepskin rafts were not stable, so the Terdun people had to sit on their knees to shoot arrows. Coupled with the fluctuation of the water surface, no matter how good their archery skills were, they could not show off.

But Tamas didn't want to test his luck. He whistled and led his men quickly away from the river bank.

When the large troops of the first company arrived at the river bank, the battle situation became a bit strange.

The barbarians in the river could not get to the shore, and the soldiers on the shore could not get out of the river.

The two sides "battled" across a water surface of more than ten meters wide, but the Tiefeng County side, which had the numerical advantage, suffered vaguely.

Because the Tiefeng County Infantry Regiment is a "pure team" and the organization [the first company] is a spear company, so the soldiers only have long spears and short spears in their hands at the moment.

On the other hand, on the Teltown side, although the stability of the "shooting platform" is very poor, everyone has a bow and arrow.

Peter Burnier rushed to the river bank with a flat-ended pig hunting spear and yelled randomly.

During the charge, Peter's hands and feet were cold and his mind went blank. He just mechanically moved his legs, landed, stepped again, and landed again...

When he came to his senses, he found himself standing in the cold river with no comrades beside him, while barbarians more than ten meters away were shooting arrows at him.

Without a moment's hesitation, Peter turned and ran.

Escape is almost an instinct for him. When bullied, he swallows his anger and escapes... He has lived like this for twenty-three years of his life.

However, this time he failed to escape because his comrades who were catching up blocked him.

"Sergeant Bunir, I beg you. Please show mercy next time and charge slower." Someone gasped and complained: "I know you are Six Hundred Mu, you are brave, and you are not afraid of death, but you

You have to wait for us to catch up with you, right?"

After the commendation ceremony a few days ago, the soldiers gave Sergeant Peter Bunier a new nickname - [Six Hundred Acres] with awe, envy and jealousy.

The new nickname spread like wildfire, not only to other companies, but also to civilians. In just a few days, "Six Hundred Acres" was already known to everyone in Oxhoof Valley.

Everyone said: "Although Sergeant Bunir is short and languid at ordinary times, he becomes as ferocious as a wild beast when a war breaks out."

"Shut up!" A captain of ten scolded the soldier who spoke in front of him: "Be respectful!"

Another soldier asked Peter in a panic: "I can't make it! What should we do? Sergeant?"

This was probably the first time since I could remember that Peter Burnier was asked, "What shall we do?"

Peter wanted to swallow, but there was no saliva. He opened and closed his lips several times, but in the end no sound came out.

The frightened soldier asked again: "What to do? Sergeant?"

In terms of panic and fear, Peter was more out of his mind than the soldier who asked him "what to do".

The Hed people are accustomed to using sounding arrows. The sounding arrows will pierce the air and make a scream, which is extremely terrifying when passing by. Because this sound reminds the listener: the death scythe is just one point away, and you will not be so lucky next time.

Peter ran at the front and was wearing a helmet. The Terton people saw that he was the leader and shot him with arrows.

The arrows came whistling like hailstones, and Peter wanted to run. He wanted to run back to the river embankment, back to the Cow Hoof Valley, back to his little den.

"Do you want to make up your mind?" the soldier asked for the third time.

He was so anxious that he was about to cry, and the others looked at Peter eagerly.

Peter's lips trembled as he struggled to pronounce the syllable: "Withdraw."

The captain and the surrounding soldiers immediately raised their arms and called to others: "Retreat! Retreat!"

There are no long-range weapons such as crossbows and muskets. If you stand on the shore, you will just stare and get beaten. Logically, you should retreat.

However, the company commander Tamas disappeared without a trace, and no one was there to take command. No one dared to retreat without military orders.

When faced with a dilemma, a cry of "retreat" was no less than rain falling from the sky. The soldiers supported the wounded and followed Sergeant Peter Bunir quickly back to the river embankment.

Seeing the people on the shore retreating, the Tertun people on the sheepskin raft seemed to have won a great victory. They beat their chests, roared and made all kinds of unsightly actions.

When he saw the barbarian taking off his pants and peeing on him, a grumpy captain became furious and cursed.

"What should we do? Sergeant Bunir?" the tenth captain asked Peter with red eyes: "Shall we just watch?"

Peter said nothing, his attention was entirely on an arrow.

It was a trembling arrow, and its sharp arrow pierced deeply into a man's flesh and blood. The man was trembling with pain, so the arrow also trembled.

Peter's "soul" trembled like the arrow.
To be continued...