"One-third of the soldiers participating in the war were killed or injured, and we have no strength to fight anymore."
"Then retreat to Curling Valley and guard the entrance of the valley. Wait for rescue."
"Rescue? Who will save us?"
"Lord of Kislev Ice Mountain Castle?"
"Hmph, stop dreaming! These cowards built the huge white wall just to close the city gates and ignore matters that have nothing to do with them. Do you think they would risk going out of the city to rescue a nomadic tribe that has no interest in it?"
In the tribe's temporary camp, several elders, the chief, and Lilia's group sat in a circle, urgently discussing the next countermeasures. However, as soon as the topic started, a fierce internal debate arose. Whether to fight to the death or flee.
A dispute broke out among several elders and shamans.
There is no doubt that the tribe lost the battle on the plains a few days ago. Although some beastmen were eliminated, they also suffered heavy casualties. More importantly, after this battle, it was difficult to gather morale. The people of the tribe
, lost the courage to face the beastmen head-on. In one battle, one-third of the living force was killed or injured. Fortunately, he escaped quickly, otherwise everyone might have died there. Those who survived can still remember that battle.
New, lingering like a nightmare.
They saw how the burly tauren smashed the heads of human soldiers with a hammer, and also saw how the Centaur crushed the ribs of human beings with one hoof. They also saw the crazy big horned beast bite off the heads of human soldiers... and the blood seemed to
It's their stimulant that only makes you feel happy and satisfied when your head is chopped off and flies out of the body.
I am afraid that even if several tribes join forces, they may not be able to fight such a beastman army.
"The Kisli Lady of the South...hum..."
Ridicule came from the mouths of several tribal elders. Obviously, they did not care about the feelings of the foreigner present. Although in every battle, he was the one who killed the most and fastest.
Boris remained silent. He had no intention of arguing with these tribal elders. Firstly, he knew that he was not qualified to do so. Secondly, now was not the time for internal conflicts and disputes. Boris knew that the current tribe
We have reached the edge of life and death crisis. A large number of civilians, old people, and children are still waiting for these tribal warriors to rescue them. They are the only troops that have any hope of driving away or luring away the beastmen. At this moment, if these cavalry and hunters fall apart again,
The tribe's large-scale migration of civilians became food for the beastmen during the winter.
Calmness and reason seemed to have returned, especially after experiencing such a fiasco. Boris lowered his head and gestured on the snow with a dead branch.
"Then send the fastest scouts and ask for help from other tribes closest to you!"
Shaman Ethan read.
"It's useless. The Cold Spear clan closest to us is also thousands of miles away. It is estimated that it has migrated to the Ice Crystal Forest by this time. It would take a month for the fastest scout to go back and forth non-stop. Let's not say whether the people over there will send reinforcements.
, even if we come, we may not be able to repel these beastmen in front of us. Moreover, in a month, we may be a pile of bones."
A tribal elder responded loudly, with a hint of sadness in his words.
"Boris, what do you think? What were you gesturing with your head down from the beginning to the end? What is there in the snow that fascinates you so much?"
The chief turned his head and whispered. His face was ashen and he stared at Boris like a brown bear, without any emotion in his eyes.
Boris admires such a leader. This is a qualified leader who remains calm in times of crisis, even if the entire tribe is on the verge of life and death.
"I'm studying the topography of Curling Valley, Lord Chief."
Boris replied respectfully.
"What's there to study in that valley? Curling Valley is just a temporary shelter. Entering it means waiting to die."
Elder Kanhada spoke loudly, with disdain and ridicule in his words.
"That's not necessarily the case." Boris said confidently.
"Tell me what you think. Hurry up, I don't have much patience."
The chief added.
"It is not advisable to passively wait for rescue. The possibility of realization is too low. Not to mention whether reinforcements will come, even if they do come, it will only be a month or two later. By then, we will have already become the victims of those beastmen. I
My suggestion is to retreat to Curling Canyon and use the narrow mouth of the valley to meet the enemy."
Boris said.
"Nonsense! We have thought about this plan a long time ago, but there are too many enemies. Once the mountain pass is blocked, we will have no choice but to wait to die."
An elder shouted loudly.
"There is a glacial lake in Curling Valley. The lake is in the valley. It is autumn now and the lake has just frozen. It is just thick enough for normal humans to walk on it."
Halfway through Boris's words, Lilia on the side showed an expression of joy.
Obviously, she had already guessed a thing or two.
Seeing everyone's thoughtful look, Boris continued -
"We can arrive at the lake in advance, build a trap on the lake, and use artificial ice-breaking methods to force the ice to split, in order to achieve the purpose of killing the beastmen on a large scale."
"Why would the beastman chase him into the lake?"
the shaman asked.
"We feign an attack and retreat while fighting. This is our strength, mobile warfare."
Boris responded.
Everyone nodded thoughtfully again.
"So, who will lead them there? This is a task that almost leads to death!"
The elders asked again. They originally thought that this question would stump everyone, but unexpectedly, Boris almost didn’t pause and shouted back——
"I, let me come."
"Give me a tribal light cavalry shooting force, and I will lure these beastmen to the lake. When the time comes, follow my orders, and you will activate the trap on the edge and break the ice!"
Boris answered resolutely, with a cold and firm expression.
This caused serious dissatisfaction with Lilia, the chief's daughter.
"No, this is too dangerous. Not to mention whether your combat experience is qualified for this mission, the cavalry archers who perform the mission with you are also too dangerous. The light cavalry archers are the elite of the tribe, and we cannot risk their lives!"
Lilia stopped her sternly. Her expression was stern and she brooked no objection.
However, Boris seems to have been prepared for this.
He avoided Lilia's fiery questioning gaze and turned to look at the elders of the tribe, including the war chief himself. He murmured——
"I, Boris Boka, was previously the cavalry commander of the Kislev Snow Eagle Legion, and later served in the Great Wall Guard Corps of the Northern Allied Forces. I have been in the army for sixteen years and have experienced more than a hundred battles, large and small. Believe me, I
The combat experience will not be less than that of everyone here. As for the life safety of the Ugor cavalry archer, I think that for the survival and continuation of the tribe, we have no better choice. I don’t want to bear the child and can’t trap the wolf. I think everyone here
Everyone knows that under the extremely disparity in strength, how can there be any hope of victory without taking risks?"
"As for why elite mounted archers must be used, the reason is very simple. The tribal mounted archers are fast and highly maneuverable. They can constantly harass the marching beastmen along the way while ensuring their own safety. Although there are also long-range troops in the beastman army,
Their archers are of low quality and will not pose a threat to the high-speed Ugor light cavalry. As for the spear throwers, not to mention, the throwing distance is almost no threat to the cavalry. Constant harassment will anger the beastmen, and this group of
Creatures with simple minds and well-developed limbs have no strategy at all. Once provoked, they can easily fall into a state of madness. It is not difficult to attract them to attack."
Boris analyzed.
"Elders here, Lord Chief, I, Boris, am not trying to show off, I am confident that I can complete this task. Give me an elite cavalry, and I will completely anger these beasts. The battle of Curling Canyon will determine the survival of the tribe.
.We have no choice. As for me personally, death would not be a pity. You have saved me twice, and I think this is the only chance I can repay."
Boris said lightly. From the determined eyes, everyone read the young man's determination to die...