For some reason, even though he decided to attack at night, Batulu still felt a little uneasy.
Therefore, after the meeting, he called the leader named Yakeha to him and told him: "Yakeha, tomorrow you will be responsible for moving the old and weak members of the clan to southern Sichuan. If we succeed in killing Sima An, when we arrive,
At that time, I will lead my warriors to retreat to the territory of Qin..."
The reason why he said this was because he knew that if they really killed Wei General Sima An, they would suffer fierce revenge from Wei Gongzi Run. By then, there was no guarantee that Luonan would not be captured by Wei Gongzi Run.
After all, so far, few targets that Wei Gongzi Run wants to capture have been spared. Unless they are famous generals like Shouling Jun Jingshe of Chu State, it will be difficult to resist Wei Gongzi Run personally leading the Wei army.
attack.
"...And if we are defeated." Batulu thought about it for a long time and sighed: "You can take over the position of clan leader."
Hearing this, Yakhar was shocked and said in a voiceless voice: "Grand Chief, you..."
Raising his hand to interrupt Yakhar's words, Batulu said seriously: "This is a decision I made after careful consideration... No matter whether this trip is successful or not, I will lead the remaining warriors to retreat to Qin afterwards. If it goes well.
, the Qin State will confer titles on us, and with the help of the Qin Army, we should not be afraid of the Wei Army; otherwise, if we fail, and I retreat into the Qin State, most of Ji Run's revenge will be directed at the Qin State, and will not pay too much attention to southern Sichuan.
When the time comes, you will take over the position of clan leader."
Yakhar hesitated to speak, but finally nodded.
At dawn the next day, Batulu continued to climb Mount Xunhe to peek at the situation of Sima An's department.
However, just like yesterday afternoon, the cavalry under Sima An once again reduced their defense line, almost retreating to the simple military camp built by their Wei army in the gourd terrain of the narrow valley.
Seeing this, Batulu felt even more determined: Sima An was probably focusing his attention on the Qin general Wang Jian behind him.
In the evening of that day, in the direction of Weiying in the Hulukou area of the canyon, for some unknown reason, there were flames soaring into the sky, and even the sound of killing was heard reaching the Luonanjie tribe.
After hearing the news, Batulu clasped his fists together and was greatly excited.
Obviously, this is the Iron Eagle Cavalry led by Qin General Wang Jian and the soldiers of the Ling tribe, who are attacking Sima An's tribe.
Thinking of this, Batulu immediately summoned the warriors of his tribe and led them straight to the narrow valley.
Along the way, the Jie tribe cavalry led by Batulu encountered many sporadic obstacles, but those weak defenses could not stop the former at all, so they were easily clashed by the former.
Seeing this, Batulu became even more confident: The Wei army here was so weakly defended, and I believed that Sima An must have transferred heavy troops to the other side.
When Batulu led his soldiers to the gourd terrain in the canyon, he saw that the simple military camp built by Sima An was burning with raging fire.
In the light of the burning flames of the camp, Balutu saw human and horse corpses scattered all over the place.
But what puzzled Batulu was that the shouts of killing were still heard at this time, as if they were still some distance away.
"not good!"
Batulu secretly screamed in his heart that something was not good. After all, this phenomenon meant that the "Qin Ling Alliance" attack on the Wei army of Sima An's tribe had failed and was being gradually suppressed by the Wei army.
Thinking of this, Batulu raised his arms and shouted in the Yi language: "We, the warriors of the Jie tribe, give a helping hand to our friendly forces!"
Countless warriors from the Jie tribe also responded loudly, riding their war horses and following closely behind Batulu.
Although the moonlight was dim and not enough to illuminate the canyon, because the trees on the hills on both sides of the road were set alight by someone unknown, two cavalrymen could be vaguely seen fighting in the distance in the Hulu Valley.
However, it was clearly the best opportunity to charge, but Batulu and the Jie tribe warriors he led subconsciously tightened the reins and slowed down the momentum of the charge.
The reason is simple, because it was only then that Batulu discovered an extremely serious problem - he could not distinguish between those who were the "Jiejiao Army" and those who were the "Antelope Tribe" warriors.
You must know that Bosile's Jiejiao army who took refuge with Wei Gongzi Ji Run was also a member of the Jie tribe, and their clothing was not much different from that of the Ling tribe and the Jie tribe.
"Who should we help?"
Not to mention that the warriors of the Jie tribe were dumbfounded, even Batulu had a look of astonishment on his face.
They themselves were able to tell the difference. After all, after fighting several battles with the Jiejiao Army, the Jie tribe's warriors learned to use "marks" to distinguish themselves from the enemy. For example, they tied a cloth band on their arms or other parts before fighting.
, and in order to prevent the Jiejiao Army from fishing in troubled waters, the Jie tribe's symbols are changed very frequently, almost every day. Maybe today's cloth strip is tied to the arm, tomorrow it is tied to the head, and the next day simply choose another one.
Colored cloth strips, etc.
Although such a move cannot completely prevent the Jiejiao Army from fishing in troubled waters and pretending to be warriors of the Jie tribe, it can at least distinguish between ourselves and the enemy to the greatest extent.
But the problem is that they have not agreed on any marks with the soldiers of the Ling tribe, so how can they distinguish those who are from the Jiejiao Army and those who are from the Ling tribe?
Just when Batulu and other Jie tribe soldiers were in a daze, they suddenly saw a "husband commander (i.e. officer)" on the chaotic battlefield in the distance, pointing in their direction and shouting in the Sheo language: "Traitor
!It’s the traitors from the Jiejiao Army! They sent support!”
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of cheers of encouragement came from near the man. It seemed that the Qin Ling coalition had once again sent reinforcements, killing the Jiejiao army and retreating steadily.
Looking at this scene, Batulu and the soldiers under his command were dumbfounded.
"Jie Jiao Army? You mean us?"
Balutu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the other party seemed to be referring to his own peer.
"No, we are from the Jie tribe... I am Balutu from the Jie tribe!" Balutu defended loudly.
However, the soldiers of the Ling tribe did not listen to his explanation at all. After defeating the Jiejiao army, they rushed towards the Jie tribe soldiers. The offensive was fierce and merciless, so much so that within a moment of meeting,
The number of warriors in the Jie tribe dropped sharply by more than a hundred, and Balutu was so angry that he almost flew into a rage.
They clearly came to aid the Ling tribe, but they were mistaken for the Jiejiao army by the soldiers of the Ling tribe, and they were violently attacked - being ferociously attacked by friendly forces who wanted to support them. There is nothing more depressing than this in the world.
Something?
In fact, there is, because the warriors of the Jie tribe cannot make a fierce counterattack at all, because they know that the opponent is a friendly force.
One side attacked without any scruples, while the other side was restrained in defense and did not dare to harm friendly forces. This caused heavy casualties to the warriors of the Jie tribe. Almost every blink of an eye, dozens of warriors were worried about the identity of the other party's friendly forces.
, and was killed by the soldiers of the Antelope tribe.
It is no exaggeration to say that in front of those Ling tribe warriors, the Jie tribe warriors were almost allowed to be slaughtered, so that in just a few moments, thousands of warriors brought by Balutu fell in this Gourd Valley.
Less than half.
"Damn it, if you hit me again, you won't hit me back!"
The angry Batulu gritted his teeth and yelled angrily: "Acdon! Actun! I brought people to help you, but you actually let the warriors of your tribe and my warriors fight each other?!...
…Acton?!”
While shouting angrily, he blocked the scimitar of an Antelope tribe warrior with the scimitar in his hand. Seeing that the opponent still wanted to attack, he grabbed the opponent's left hand and cursed angrily: "Are you crazy?! I am Jie.
The leader of the tribe, Balutu! He is not some Jijiao Army!"
However, the soldier from the Antelope Tribe showed a strange smile on his face, and lowered his voice and said, "Ah, you are not a Jiejiao Army, but I am!"
After saying that, he raised his left hand, and a scimitar appeared in his hand and cut off Balutu's hand.
"You..." Resisting the pain of having his right hand cut off, Balutu gritted his teeth and pushed the 'Antelope Tribe Warrior' away with his remaining hand. He then covered the wound and looked around in confusion.
, shouted loudly: "Akton?! Akton?!"
"Not here, your old acquaintance..." The 'Antelope Tribe Warrior' smiled strangely. Then he looked around and said with a chuckle: "Well, that's almost it."
After that, he took out a horn flute from his arms and blew it hard.
"Woo-wu-wu-wu-"
After hearing the sound of three horn flutes, the warriors of the Jiejiao Army and the Ling Tribe, who were originally fighting in a melee, actually stopped fighting each other with a tacit understanding, and unanimously aimed their weapons at the warriors of the Jie Tribe.
What's even more shocking is that the dead bodies piled together on the ground actually dusted themselves off and got up.
Seeing this scene, Balutu's hair stood on end. He finally realized that there were no people from the Antelope tribe here at all. All the people here were Jiejiao troops!
He subconsciously looked around, and then he was shocked to discover that the thousands of soldiers he brought with him on this trip had been unknowingly slaughtered by the Jiejiao Army and those who pretended to be Ling tribe soldiers.
All gone - poor warriors of the Jie tribe. Before they died, they were still angry that they were killed by friendly forces, but they didn't expect that there were no friendly forces here at all!
"Damn it!"
Balutu cursed secretly. He didn't know whether he was hurt or frightened by what he had witnessed. At this moment, he was sweating profusely.
"Withdraw! Withdraw quickly!"
Under the protection of several horse guards, Balutu turned his horse and walked away on the same route.
Seeing this, the 'Ling Tribe Warrior', or Bosile, the commander of the Jiejiao Army, licked his lips, with an inexplicable smile on his face.
"Chase!" While giving the order, Bosile clamped his legs under the horse's belly and caught up.
Behind them, the Jiejiao cavalry shouted incomprehensible words and excitedly pursued the defeated army.
"Damn Wei Jun! Damn Jiejiao traitor! He actually set a trap..."
While galloping on his horse, Batulu cursed in his heart.
Now, how could he still not understand that the attack on the Sima An tribe's camp was clearly a play directed and performed by the Jie Jiao Army, with the purpose of luring his Jie tribe into taking the bait.
Suddenly, Balutu's expression changed.
"No! If I escape back to the tribe now, won't I also bring the Jiejiao Army to the tribe?"
Thinking of this, Batulu gritted his teeth and shouted sternly: "We, the warriors of the Jie tribe, for the sake of the tribe's wives, children, and children, are not allowed to retreat and stop the enemy here! We must not let these vicious dogs get close to the tribe!"
Upon hearing Batulu's order, the warriors of the Jie tribe turned their horses one after another in an attempt to block the Jiejiao army in the narrow valley.
However, seeing this scene, Bosile just smiled indifferently.
"It's a good realization, but unfortunately...it's not too late."
After thinking about it, he raised his head and glanced at the distance to the west.
At the same time, in the canyon outside the Jie tribe's camp, Sima An led more than a thousand cavalry and looked at the silent tribal camp in the distance with an indifferent expression.