In the early morning of the second day, the sun had just crossed the horizon. Alan and Glock had already bypassed most of their camp and came to the border where yesterday's battle took place. They hid in the canopy of a dense banyan tree. The air was filled with unwashed
The smell of blood is much weaker than a few days ago, which seems to mean that the recent battles are not as intense as before.
The traces along the way can also be seen. Over the past few days, the Saqi coalition has been advancing to the south, and has hardly encountered any tenacious counterattack.
While Alan was happy about his side's victory, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. How could the Ailna people, who have thousands of years of history, become so weak? If all this is an illusion, they may be planning a trap for counterattack.
'Father' believes that war is not beneficial to his own side, perhaps because he sees this——
While he was thinking wildly, loud but slightly mixed orders and shouts came from behind - the soldiers of the First Army were ready. Alan quickly lowered his body, held his breath, and hid his whole body among the branches and leaves as much as possible. He
He glanced at Glock beside him from the corner of his eye and saw only a pile of dense leaves - the young man was obviously doing better than him.
The enemy did not allow the First Army to come and go freely. They spread out in the forest, using the cover of branches to attack from a distance with bows and arrows. This scattered attack was obviously not enough to make the Sachi people retreat, and they shouted in unison,
They raised their battle axes to protect the vital points of their chest, abdomen and face, and ran forward together. The Elna people retreated while fighting, without showing any intention of holding on. In just a few minutes, the battle line advanced several times southward.
One hundred meters.
"Are we going to follow, Brother Alan?" the young man on the side asked in a low voice. There was a lot of noise below, and their quiet conversation could not be heard.
"No." He shook his head, "It's useless to follow those guys and rush around. Otherwise, they might be regarded as enemies. The Erna people are good at guerrillas and raids. We will stay here and try to intercept the opponent's attacks.
Skirmishers and kill them."
The surrounding area gradually became quiet, and the opportunity soon came. He saw a team of five people passing by about ten meters away from the right side of the big tree where they were hiding, without noticing the existence of the two people at all.
So he carefully signaled to Glock, pulled out the throwing ax from his waist, hung down from the thick branch, swung his arm vigorously, and threw the ax at the person at the end of the team.
The flying ax accurately cut open the back of the Erna male's neck. He staggered, and then slowly fell to his knees. The blood spurting out quickly took away his consciousness. I am afraid that until he died, he still didn't know what was happening.
who killed himself.
The next moment, Glock also threw the weapon in his hand. The ax cut deeply into the other person's right shoulder blade. Although it was not fatal, judging from the position and strength, in this encounter, the opponent's right arm was probably
It can't be put to any use anymore.
Alan jumped down from the tree, rolled on the ground, and quickly stood up. The remaining three Elna people had come to their senses and were raising their weapons. He pulled out two curved daggers,
Rush towards the opponent without stopping for a second.
One of them quickly opened his bow and shot an arrow at him. Alan concentrated all his attention and suddenly changed direction the moment before the other person released the bowstring. The sharp arrow whizzed past his ear, making his heart beat faster and his mind
But it makes me more awake and excited.
This is the battlefield, the stage that belongs to him, the young man thought.
The other two people drew out their long swords and scimitars, and approached him from the left and right. Alan suddenly quickened his pace, passed between the two of them, and then used the soles of his feet to leap to the opponent's right rear side. The two of them had no time to turn around.
, he swung his foot and kicked the Elna man who was closer to him backward, and he just hit the other person's arms - that person had to open his hands to avoid accidentally injuring his companion with the weapon in his hand.
This was the best opportunity. Alan and Shen pounced on each other, taking advantage of the opponent's loss of center of gravity, and cut the throats of the two of them without hesitation with the two sharp blades in their hands. Before they died, the two of them still tried to stab him with the blades in their hands.
, but he was too weak and he easily escaped.
The man who shot Alan before tried to retreat, but Glock did not give him this chance. The boy quickly caught up with the opponent, cut the bow arm in two with an axe, and hit the opponent in the abdomen with a punch. This made him
He bowed his body in pain, covered his stomach with his hands and fell to the ground, losing all power to resist.
At the same time, Alan didn't spend much effort to subdue the enemy who was hit by an ax on his right shoulder. The whole battle started in less than a minute and ended with a complete victory for the two of them.
"We won! Brother Alan, you are so awesome!" The boy was carrying the Elna warrior who had been knocked down by him. His face was full of excitement, and he seemed to still have some unfinished business. Compared to the Sachi people, Elna
The strength of the Na people is generally weak, so the underage Glock is enough to suppress a less strong Erna warrior. "But, what should I do with this person? If I kill him...it still doesn't feel right, right?"
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"Bring it back to the camp first. If the Elna people are up to something, these two people might know it." Alan thought for a moment and convinced himself with this reason.
He cut off the right ears of the three dead people as proof of the victory, escorted the two prisoners, and returned to the nearest camp. The battle that day was not over yet, and there were very few people left in the camp. Alan called to a man who was leaning against the camp.
On the fence, some listless soldiers asked him if there was anyone responsible for receiving the prisoners.
"Well..." The soldier glanced at him, but did not doubt Alan's identity, "Send it to the arena, there may be a shortage of people there - these days, those Ailna people are becoming more and more similar to each other.
I'm so dumbfounded."
"Arena." Alan looked at the warrior, "Where is that thing?"
"You look like a newcomer. I didn't expect you to be so." The soldier waved his hand and yawned, "It's about ten miles away from here to the northeast." He groped for a moment and threw one to Alan.
The blackened wood chips had strange patterns painted on them. "By the way, take this thing. The control over there is stricter, so as not to be arrested as a spy."
Alan took it casually, thanked the soldier, turned around and left with the prisoner.
After walking a certain distance, he looked around and lowered his voice, "I think I know where my father has gone."
The young man blinked, as if he understood what he meant, with an expression of disbelief.
"He is going to participate in the arena." Alan continued, using certain words, "I have heard that it was a grand event jointly organized by several large tribes. The captives and willing warriors held dilapidated but sufficient
Lethal weapons are used to fight each other in a limited venue, and the final winner can make a request to the leader of the host tribe." He swallowed, his voice a little dry, "For 'Father', this is
It is the fastest way to have an equal dialogue with the coalition leaders."
"So, as long as you win in the arena, uncle can convince the leader?" The young man was still a little puzzled, "But the request may not be accepted, right? What if he doesn't agree?"
"I don't know." Alan replied, "But my father must have his own method - we will find out after we take a look."