The measurement standards are different, and the results are naturally different. Let the warriors of the Samsara Tribe deal with these stragglers, and I am afraid they can easily win without getting hurt. The knights will have to put in some effort, and each one will fight with their bloody courage.
Fight.
I have to say that there are still benefits to the caravan. At least they will learn from each other's fighting skills and constantly polish their fighting methods. The skills they have honed over time may not be beautiful, but they are very practical.
The knights have eaten well in the past few months, rested well, exercised well, and have become very strong. Especially the Red Mane Horse Tribe now only has men and no women. Although these men train every day, the yin and yang are still there.
Unable to reconcile, there was an excess of yang energy, and they had been suffocating for a long time. Now there was a fight, and the feeling of blood rushing made them immediately turn red.
He swung the half-moon knife and slashed hard, knocking the opponent unconscious. They really didn't expect that these guys in front of them were so brave.
The tattooed leader also got up at this time. He even wanted to break the arrow with force, but the arrow was a scorpion tail needle. It couldn't be broken so easily. The tattooed leader broke it off for a long time as if he was constipated. Nothing happened to the arrow. He
It hurts so much.
He simply stopped pretending to be a tough guy and just stood up with an arrow, planning to charge and kill.
He was stunned as soon as he stood up. In such a short time, the soldiers on his side were already lying on the ground, and the remaining people were already timid and kept retreating. Looking at the knights in the encirclement, they looked like mad dogs.
The half-moon round knife danced like an airtight weapon, killing with all its strength.
Damn it, is it so fierce?
How much effort does this have? The knights who charge with them are not doing well, and they are almost all lying down here?
The combat effectiveness is also extremely unbalanced.
The tattooed leader's heart was almost broken. He could see that the soldiers on his side no longer had the will to fight. They were afraid of being killed. They were all retreating and did not dare to move forward at all. A few brave ones managed to survive, but they were quickly killed.
The knight was chopped down with swords, and a group of people cut him down.
Too cruel.
There were originally more people on my side than the other side, but I didn't expect this to be the result.
Knowing that nothing can be done, the tattooed leader is no longer willing to fight. This is not the time to show off as a hero. These people are all young men of the tribe. If they are all here, he will not survive.
There is one good thing about a small tribe like them, that is, give in. If you can't fight, you can't fight, so you can run away. What? You mean dignity?
Heh, what's the use of that thing? It can't be eaten, it can't be drank, it can't help with hunting, and it can't help with construction. What is it for?
The tattooed leader put his fingers in his mouth and blew a sharp horse whistle.
The soldiers, who had already become timid, immediately turned around and burrowed into the grass. The speed was several times faster than when they came out, and their two legs were like six legs.
The tattooed leader did not dare to stay. If another scorpion-tail needle struck him, he would become cold. He did not dare to stay and burrowed into the grass.
These people are no match for them in battle, but they are very good at escaping. They probably have some specialization.
Xiaobai could clearly see from the air that these warriors were not running away together, but were running away in all directions. After taking a distance, they found that no one was chasing them, and then they slowly converged towards a central point, escaping as they gathered.
When the red-eyed knights saw the soldiers turning around and running away, they immediately rushed forward and killed a few of them. They were very sensible and did not enter the grassland. Who knew there was an ambush inside? The grass was quite long, as tall as half a man.
, pounced inside, not even a human figure could be seen.
After everyone ran away, the knights stood there with red eyes, breathing heavily, waiting for their red eyes, and their IQs began to gradually come back online. It took a while to realize, we seem to have won?
Did you win?
Should I cheer or something at this time?
"Win! Win!" Finally a knight raised his hands and shouted loudly.
"We won!"
"Uh-huh!"
…
It was as if he had set off a powder keg. All the knights raised their hands, shook their weapons, and shouted.
The ferocious expression on the red-maned Yanglie's face slowly disappeared, and he calmed down. He looked around at the cheering knights, a smile appeared on his face, and he burst into laughter.
Growth, this is growth.
They used to be peace-loving and treated every tribe under their rule in the pasture.
After following Xiao Bai, they also went to loot, but they refrained from killing as little as possible. Killing was just a deterrent, and the tribes that were plundered were also very knowledgeable, and there was not much resistance. It couldn't be said to be a battle, let alone a fight.
It's like one-sided bullying.
Although it gave them a bit more blood, they were not really exposed to combat.
This time is different, it is a real crisis. If they fail, the tribesmen will definitely slaughter them all.
Faced with a choice between life and death, they fought back.
No one backed down, they all fought hard, and now they won.
The taste of victory... is so good.
The knights felt like their blood was burning, and they wanted to gain more victories.
Men will grow in blood and fire.
When the knights had cheered enough, Red-maned Yanglie asked them to check their injuries and clean up the battlefield.
There were no knights lying on the ground. Although some of the knights were injured, the problems were not serious, and few even needed bandaging. The prairie people were in great shape, and small wounds could heal on their own.
A group of knights took half-moon knives and began to clean up the battlefield. When they saw those who were not dead, they went up and struck them with a few more swords to kill them completely.
Some knights went back to the sheep to draw their weapons and complete the unfinished work.
Every knight was smiling and slapping each other, as if they had never fought just now, and their inner qualities were frightening.
Xiaobai watched all this through his spiritual consciousness and couldn't help but nod. It's very good. He will grow up to be an excellent warrior.
I have always been worried that if they live too peacefully, the bloodiness in them will be worn away. Now it seems that the warlike genes are hidden deep in their hearts and may burst out at any time.
After checking the eyes, he is the person I need!
Is peace good? Xiaobai will tell you clearly, yes.
But peace is useless now. Xiaobai's ultimate goal has never changed. He wants to go home and return to his hometown.
In order to achieve the goal of returning home, he needs rapid growth, more resources, broader land, and more believers to gain the power of faith that will allow him to grow.
War is one of the best ways to obtain all this. He always needs strong warriors, because in the coming time, there will never be a shortage of battles, and no matter how many warriors there are, there may not be enough.
The development of human history is getting faster and faster. When a certain point is reached, the upper-class nobles of the tribe will spontaneously expand outward. This is the greed in human nature, and they will consciously help Xiaobai achieve his goals.