Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred and Thirty Five: Attacking the Stronghold! When Feather Meets Crow
"Ah? Patriarch, what are you doing? Why did you take out the dagger?...Ah! How did you cut the guide?...What? He wants to harm you? This is an ambush, you need to run away quickly?...Ah! But!
No one came out to chase us at all?... The clan went all the way here just to rob this village, right? Even if it was the Mexica flag, you said that we were fighting the Mexica people!
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"Ah! Patriarch, please slow down, run slowly!...Three Gods! You said before that you must be brave, be brave!...Ah! Patriarch, look back and take a good look at that wooden stockade! There isn't much on that stockade at all.
People can't hide a large army! The leader also said that this village has been flying the hummingbird flag for several years! Some of them have also been there to collect goods and trade on weekdays... The total inside is only a few hundred
A samurai and a tribesman!…”
"Ancestor! Chief, uncle! Stop, stop! We don't have enough food. We can't survive for a few days. We can only attack this stronghold! ... Even if we can't break it for a while, we have to at least try.
Get rid of all these thousand miscellaneous things! Even if it means sending you to death, turn your eating mouth into... Hurry! Hurry and hug the clan leader, hug him!!..."
The Xi River rolled, flowing through the resting camp of the Feather Clan, passing through the Kingdom's Xihe Village Port, and merging westward into the endless West Sea. Prince Feather Peng Guali was disgraced, was hairless, and threw away the spear in his hand and on his neck.
He was wearing straw sandals and was held tightly by two clan guards. He stared angrily at the blocking guards, then looked at his nephew Peng Bage, who was panting heavily and chasing after him, and cursed angrily.
"Rebel! Rebellious! You are trying to betray your ancestors by stopping me!... You little brother, are you going to kidnap your uncle and sell him to the Mexicans?!..."
"Clan leader! Uncle! Calm down and take a closer look! It's just a small village in the Kingdom of Lakes. There can't be many people hiding in it. Look, there is only a circle of warriors standing at the head of the village. There are only two hundred people in total.
!...Look at the boats parked by the small village, there are only thirty canoes, holding more than a hundred people on top!..."
Brother Peng had a helpless look on his face. While comforting Uncle Feather, who was psychologically traumatized by the Mexica's violence, he pulled the Huiercho headman who was frightened and almost chopped to death, and continued.
"Blessed by our ancestors! This leader has been to that stockade and traded some gray stones! This is a stockade set up by a fleet of long boats a few years ago, specifically to collect stones. There are not many people in the stockade.
There aren't even many fields around... Every year, one or two fleets come to transport all the stone goods and large quantities of food and supplies. They are probably the merchant fleets of the Kingdom in the Lake!..."
"Chief, we ran so fast, and we got news on the way, so we decided to grab a handful... It's impossible for the Mexicans to predict us, rush ahead of us, and ambush us here!... There is no such thing in the valley of Shamu City.
The boat is not even connected to the sea. Even if the Evil Monkey Chief wants to chase us, he will only come from land, and he can’t come that fast!…”
"..."
Hearing that there were not many people in the village and there was no possibility of an ambush, Feather Pengguali calmed down a little. He looked suspiciously at the mouth of the northwest river. After escaping for almost a mile in one breath, the village at the mouth of the river became more and more...
Smaller.
Vaguely, some ant-sized dots appeared on the stockade, and some chaotic shouts were made. It sounded inexplicably familiar, and seemed to be the local accent of Prepecha. The defenders in the stockade were obviously suddenly disturbed.
They were alarmed by the large migrating tribe that appeared. After a while, the door of the wooden village was not opened. The number of "ants" on the wall of the village was only about two hundred, which was completely incomparable to the Feather clan with thousands of people.
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"Clan leader, uncle! Let's give it a try! The clan really has nothing to eat... This northwest coast is so desolate, if we leave like this... we won't be able to support the next village or tribe with oil and water!..."
"Well...it's true, there's nothing to eat...then, let's give it a beating?..."
Feather Peng Guali narrowed his eyes and hesitated for a moment before giving the order. However, when his nephew Peng Bago was in high spirits and was about to mobilize the warriors, Feather changed his mind again. His eyes flashed with a cunning look on his face, and he suddenly shouted
Stop the road.
"Wait! Myna, don't rush to do it yet! ...Put away our clan flag and replace it with the flag of the Tekos people! Then, you send two Huilqiao tribesmen to tell the village that they want to go in and negotiate with
They trade!…”
"...Uncle, with a tribe like ours, which village dares to let us in? We're not going to fight..."
"If the other party refuses, then there really won't be any warriors in the village... If you ask someone to shout again, we are a large migratory tribe in the wilderness. Now we have no food, so we need to borrow food from the village!..."
"Huh? Borrow food?..."
"That's right, just do as I say! Go and test them a few more times! ... I'm here to prepare the teams of the front and rear armies. The warriors of the front army must be ready to fight at any time, and the family members of the rear army must be ready to flee at any time.
!…”
Nephew Peng Bage was a little speechless. It was obviously just an ordinary village, but his uncle had to be so cautious and tried again and again... However, if he were not so cautious, cunning and suspicious, Feather Peng Guali would indeed not be able to lead the clan, and he would fail again and again.
An escape from the hands of the Mexicans…
"Yes! I listen to you, Patriarch!..."
Soon, the Feather Clan changed its flag and mobilized all. More than two thousand Feather Warriors, carrying nearly a thousand miscellaneous tribes, arrived not far from Xihe Village and gathered into a crude semicircular formation. Two Huierqiao tribesmen
The people went to the front of the village to trade goods, but were rejected by the warriors on the wall of the village. When the request for borrowing food came out, the leader of Xihe Village on the wall of the village, a first-level preaching priest, Little Crow Site
Wei Wei, for the rare moment, hesitated.
"Lord God! Damn it! Where did this large migrating tribe come from? With such comprehensive weapons and equipment, and such a well-formed warrior formation, how could it possibly be the impoverished canine tribe in the wilderness with no trousers? Could it be...
Is this a marauding army from a Tekos city-state?..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The little crow Sitwewe looked solemn, standing on the wooden wall three to four meters high, staring at the "army" in front of him. Yes, this is obviously
An organized army, not loose tribal warriors like ordinary hunting tribes. He carefully estimated that there were at least two thousand leather armored warriors on the opposite side, with a very high proportion of bronze spears and large bows. Look again.
The calm expressions of those warriors were obviously battle-hardened, and they gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity...
"Strange! Where did this tribal army come from?... Damn it! There are at least two thousand experienced warriors, plus a thousand tribal cannon fodder who rushed into the battle... And now there are only two hundred kingdom warriors and two hundred tribesmen guarding the stronghold.
, almost ten times worse!… As for the Torpan tribe that is allied with us, they are currently hunting and mining in the upper reaches of the Xi River. I don’t know how far they have gone… Hmm… Borrow food? Borrow food!…”
The little crow Sitwewe pursed his lips and thought about it for half a quarter of an hour before speaking with difficulty.
"Ask them, how much food do they need to borrow before they are willing to leave?..."
"Chief, the villagers asked us how much food we need to borrow before we are willing to leave?..."
Hearing the reply from the Huilqiao leader, Peng Bage frowned slightly and felt a little suspicious. He seemed to vaguely hear the shouts of the warriors at the top of the city, which seemed to be Prepecha with a southern accent. Then, Huilqiao at the top of the city
The tribesmen shouted a few words to the Huilcho people below the city in the Huilcho-Nava language of the northwest. The leader came over and repeated the words, and then after the Tekos translator relayed them, it turned into Prepecha language again.
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If he heard correctly, the answer he got after going through so many detours and a long time of translation was actually very different in meaning from the warrior's call he first heard. If so, then the origin of the warrior guarding the city...
"Haha! Are you willing to borrow food? How much can we borrow?..."
Two steps away, Feather Peng Guali perked up. At this moment, his suspicious and uneasy expression disappeared, and instantly turned into a triumphant and confident laugh.
"Blessed by our ancestors! I feel relieved now! If the leader of this village has a guilty conscience, then there is indeed no ambush around him! ... Brave, brave! My feathered warriors, my clan brothers, attack the city with all their strength! Only by breaking the village, can only
Only by grabbing food can our Feather Clan survive!…”
"Listen to my order! Drive the miscellaneous troops to lead the charge and climb the low wall of the village! The longbow warriors approach within eighty steps and shoot arrows at the wall of the wall! The rest of the bronze spear warriors are holding the formation on both sides, ready to attack the city at any time!..."
"Blessed by the three gods! I have seen a lot of these shabby little villages! What kind of big city have I not seen? At this level, it is okay to defend against a hunting tribe with hundreds of people, but if you want to stop me
Ten years of elite feathered warriors...ah haha! Our feathered clan will never stop until the last strong member of the miscellaneous tribe is killed!..."
"Beep! Didi!..."
"Blessed by the Sun God, the Earth Mother Goddess and the Moon Goddess! Charge!..."
"What? The Three Gods of Tarasco? Ah! The belief of the old gods? They are? They are!..."
The sharp conch horn sounded, and the leather-armored and feathered warriors shouted loudly, praying to the three traditional gods in the Prepecha language of their hometown. Then, in the eyes of the little crow Sitwewe, who was shocked, confused, and suddenly enlightened,
Hundreds of driven Zabu howled and howled, rushing toward the wealthy village and toward the low wall.
"God bless you! Shoot!..."
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Bronze arrows were fired from the top of the city, taking away the lives of dozens of men in one round. But soon, sharp bone arrows were also shot from the hands of hundreds of feathered warriors below the city, killing and wounding twenty.
There were many people. The arrows of the archers on both sides were aimed at each other, whistling and bringing death and screams! And hundreds of soldiers from the miscellaneous tribes were already using simple stone spears and hammers to climb the wall of the village in waves.
He was stabbed and fell, causing bright red to splash all over the wall!
"Three gods guide!"
"God bless you!"
Similar Prepecha language was shouted from the top of the city and below the city at the same time, which shocked the hearts of the warriors on both sides, and their archery fingers also slowed down. However, the battle to attack the stronghold became more and more urgent, and within a quarter of an hour, in the stronghold,
Two to three hundred lives were piled under the wall!
"Whizzing!"
"Ah! Ancestor..."
"Divine heaven and earth, save me..."
The screams echoed in front of the wall, and the red bodies were piled up to make the subsequent climb easier. Although most of the corpses killed in battle were unarmored cannon fodder, the kingdom warriors who fell down the wall were
There were thirty or forty people! What was even more dangerous were the warriors of the Feather clan who circled the two sides of the village from more than a thousand people. They planned to circle to the side with few defenders, climb up the wall from there, and break the village in one fell swoop!
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"Damn it! Damn it!...Stop it! Stop it all!..."
"Prince of Feathers? Feather Pengguari! It must be you!... Stop fighting! Stop!..."
"The Lord God has witnessed it! The ancestors have witnessed it! ... If you let your warriors attack the city again, I will set fire to all the food in the village! I will not even leave a grain for you! ..."
This roaring shout came, and Feather Pengguali, who was supervising the battle in front of the village, was suddenly startled. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the wall of the village where the fighting was going on. Sure enough, he saw a young leader holding a torch high, wearing a typical ordinary uniform.
Dressed in priestly attire, Lepecha has a look of grief and anger as if he is ready to die.
