Chapter One Thousand Four Hundred and Sixty Two: Who is in command of this fleet, Sir?
“Ouch!…”
"Whoosh!..."
“Ouch!!!…”
The shrill barking of dogs, accompanied by the dying cry, resounded across the sky in the southern river bend. The fighting in the wind got closer and closer, and even the smell of blood wafted. For such a smell, the warriors and warriors on the longboat were too much.
They are so familiar that they can even judge the approximate size of the battlefield from the intensity of the fishy smell.
"Witness the Lord God! The scale of the fighting in the south must be quite large! There must be hundreds or even thousands of people!..."
Soon, the entire fleet was on high alert. The soldiers prepared their bows and wore armor. Even the hounds on the two ships were hissing lowly, as if they felt the battlefield was approaching.
“Continue to go south! Take a closer look!…”
In any case, you still have to take a look at the "bustling". In this dense forest northland where there are many dangers and frequent fighting, if there are only three to five to a dozen people, you must be careful and avoid all loud noises.
You can't touch any excitement. And if you have dozens of warriors who can fight, you can go farther. You only need to be wary of the river tidal flats where large groups of people pass by, as well as the small fleets that only belong to large tribes, and you will not go out.
What a big deal.
As for now, the two chiefs have brought a full complement of two hundred armored warriors and three large boats moving on the river, so they can take the initiative to join in the "fun" and see if there is a chance to get a share of the prey!
What? You said there was only one person who traveled through time and appeared in the outer Northeast at the end of the 15th century? Then, please pray to the gods or demons who sent you here, and pray that the first tribe you meet has enough food and is willing to absorb it.
Ding Zhuang…
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!..."
As the fleet approached, the harsh whistling sound of sentry arrows piercing the air became more and more rapid. Maha Agu inquired for a moment and then frowned.
"Is this a ringing arrow for hunting?... There are at least three different whistle arrows, which means more than three tribes are participating?... The meaning of this ringing arrow is to catch all the 'prey' in one go?..."
The Tungus tribes in the outer northeast, especially the Shengnuzhen tribes in the Heilongjiang River Basin, make a living by hunting, and hunting is their most important daily life. And various kinds of rattling arrows were also invented, which can be used to cross paths.
A very long distance, expressing a very rich meaning.
For example, there are two main types of sounding arrows. One is the "whistle arrow" for hunting large prey, which is to install a spherical sounding "whistle" between the arrowhead and the arrow body. When this whistle crosses the sky, the sound
It is often shrill and terrifying, and can intimidate "prey" and even intimidate hostile tribes. As for the other type of "Arrow", the entire arrow has become a sounding "whistle", which is non-lethal and has a more unique sound. It is used for
Warning, command and dispatch, as well as communication arrows for large-scale movements and ceremonies.
But now, the attacker can use "whistle arrows" so unscrupulously, which proves one thing...
"The attacking tribes are from different sources and possess overwhelming strength... while the defending side is isolated and helpless?..."
Zuvalo blinked and expressed his guess. Maha Agu nodded, thought about it, and then shook his head.
"No, that's not right! There is another possibility... that is, the attacking tribe is very poor, and there are not many war arrows for fighting, but there are many sentry arrows for hunting... Well, just like our Maha tribe before!..."
"..."
Zuvarro was stunned and speechless. But soon, the two of them no longer needed to think about it. The fleet bypassed the dense forest in the river bend, and the chaotic battlefield suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
I saw an open hill protruding two or three miles away from the river. The woods around the hill had obviously been cut down and looked sparse. And on the top of the hill, there was a large camp with a wooden and stone fence.
The walls were roughly formed into a square shape, and there seemed to be a part of it made of solid brick walls.
"Hey! There are barnyard fields around this camp! They have food, there must be a lot of it!"
"Strange! Where have I seen the style of this camp? And the brick watchtower? Is this a village built by a local tribe?..."
Seeing the appearance of the camp, Maha Aguda and Zuvalo looked surprised at the same time. However, their focus was completely different.
The first thing that Maha Aguda noticed at first sight was the large barnyard fields around the camp. Those barnyard fields were lush and green, like weeds. Only half of the crop was left in the sunny field in the south, which had obviously been harvested. As for the shady field in the north,
One piece seems to be unfinished, and smoke is rising at the moment. It is not known who set the fire.
As for Zuwaro's gaze, he stopped at the wall where the people were fighting in the camp, as well as the masonry watchtower inside the wall. The style of these buildings made him feel familiar, just like he had been at the Nurgan ruins.
As seen on…
"This is the Ming Dynasty's stockade in the south! No, that's not right! They built the stockade and left it to the local tribes after they evacuated it! Well, some iron armor and weapons were left behind!..."
Zuvarotia picked up the goggles, looked at the fighting battlefield, and quickly came to a conclusion.
"Lord God! This fighting situation... the defending tribes, even if they have such a strong stronghold, may not be able to defend it!..."
The attacking party was numerous in number. A rough estimate suggested that there were probably eight or nine hundred warriors. They were divided into three different teams, with three kinds of graffiti-like leather battle flags, which seemed to be a tree, a wild boar, and a bird.
It is estimated that they represent three large tribes. They have no uniforms or hats that symbolize their identity, but the thick and long braid to keep warm, the simple and huge war bows and bone arrows, and the tattered furs wrapped in layers on their bodies... all show it.
Their identity is the "savage Jurchens" who came from the north to the south!
"Roar! Ouch! Roar!..."
"Shoot! Kill! Take down the stronghold and fill your stomach!..."
"Whoever climbs the wall first! Whoever eats his fill first, sleeps with women first!..."
"roar!…"
The attacking Jurchen tribes let out hungry roars like wild beasts, besieging the camp from three sides, constantly climbing and attacking the camp. They seemed not to be afraid of death, even if they were shot or stabbed to death by the tribesmen on the wall.
No sign of retreating!
What's even more frightening is that they don't attack randomly like wild beasts. Their attacking method has strong hunting characteristics, with the keenness and intuition of wild beasts. The large group of savage archers spread out and approached around the stronghold wall, high and low.
Raising the big bow in their hands, they shot out heavy hunting arrows like spears! Their arrow skills were extremely precise and sharp, and from time to time they knocked down the archers shooting on the wall of the village! And once the thick arrows hit, there is no need to
Treat the wounded, for death is inevitable!
As for the defending side, it is obviously much smaller in number. Even including the women and old people on the wall, there are only about 400 people, only half of the attacking side. And among them, there are about a hundred tribal warriors who can fight.
There were many of them, holding many iron knives and spears in their hands, and a few of them had iron armor. They leaned on the wall of the village and shot arrows one after another, even the most precious iron arrows.
They all shot out at once. And the most eye-catching physical feature of those tribal warriors is...
"Aguda! Who are these tribes? Why do they shave the hair on the front half of their heads and only have a strange long braid on the back half of their heads, like a mouse's tail?...This hairstyle is really strange! They
Are they also of your race?"
"Haha, it turns out it's them! They are a southern tribe that mainly farms and hunts less. They are not very good at hunting!... Well, they are the same as what we said, and they look similar, so they should be the same tribe!..."
Maha Aguda squinted his eyes for a moment, with a disdainful smile on his lips and greedy desire in his eyes.
"Iron armor, iron spears, and arrows... It can be seen that they are really rich!... Damn it! How come other tribes discovered such a fat deer first!..."
It is clear at a glance that the tribes in this village are the Southern Mature Women who are richer and more difficult to fight! As for the iron spears and armor in the hands of these people, and even this strong village, there is no doubt that they are also the Ming Dynasty who retreated, leaving behind
Give them a legacy!
"The besieging tribes have climbed up the wall of the village. These people can't hold it any longer!... Damn it! Such a wealthy village must have a lot of food, a lot of iron and cloth, a lot of horses, and even fattened pigs and pigs.
chicken!…"
"Ancestor! Let's dock and disembark! The tribes that see the prey must allocate the profits according to their strength! Since we have encountered hunting from other tribes, no matter how many, we must also show our bows and spears and share them.
A portion of meat!…”
"..."
Faced with Maha Aguda's persuasion, Zuvalo's eyes flashed for a while, but he still shook his head. For him, whether it is food, cloth, iron armor, or iron soldiers, "priceless gold" can be used.
A large number of them were obtained from Kazuto. In such a chaotic battle situation, with thousands of people fighting, and all of them were real barbarians who could fight, he did not want to take the risk of damaging his own samurai and participate in it rashly.
"Aguda, wait a minute! Let's not interfere for now... Wait until these tribes are finished fighting and send people to contact us... Then we'll see if we can use the supplies on the ship to exchange for some captive young men..."
"...Zu! You are so cautious, you really don't have the courage of a tiger, and you don't look like a brave chief in the north!..."
"Ahem! Aguda, I'm not a chief, I'm a shaman..."
"..."
The two of them had just said a few words, but something new happened on the battlefield where they were fighting. The fleet on the riverside saw the battlefield, and the tribes on the battlefield also noticed the big boats on the riverside.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!…”
Soon, two warning "Arrows" were shot into the sky, and the besieging tribal warriors visibly paused. After a while, more than a hundred tribal warriors in reserve came out and were alert towards the river.
"Ha! The meaning of this sounding arrow...is to warn us not to interfere!..."
Maha Aguda grinned, his face showing the ferocity and ferocity of a tiger. But at this moment, the village that had been struggling to support itself during the siege and had been boarded up the wall suddenly changed!
I saw a gate of the back village suddenly opened, and nine real cavalrymen on horseback rushed towards the besieging tribal soldiers. After killing three people, the six cavalry finally broke through the surrounding tribes and sent cavalry on the other side.
Before the pursuit, rush towards the fleet on the river with all your strength!
"Ta da! Ta da da!..."
The leader, the Mature True Chief, rode away from the dust. Full of hope of surviving the desperate situation, he slapped the horse's butt hard and ran as hard as he could to the river beach. Then, with his eyes widened, he took out a copper seal from his arms and held it high in his hand.
On the palm of his hand, he called for help from the three large ships on the river and the armored warriors on the large ships. He first shouted in Manchu with a Liaodong accent, then changed to unfamiliar and strange Liaodong Mandarin, and shouted anxiously!
"Holy Emperor! Who is the Commander-in-Chief of this fleet here?! I am Qian Shi Ali, the Commander-in-Chief of the Ha'er Barbarian Guards! I also ask the adults on board to send troops quickly to save me Ha'er.
