Carlosca will never forget that scene.

When the submissive sheep are gathered, they form an invincible army.

Except for those "iron men" who have no feelings, in fact, the rest of the Great Prus are no different from the ones they usually see, but they all have two shoulders and a head, and even their fighting ability is only five or five compared to the Wiegand Rao warriors.

But the most desperate thing is not the power of those great Pruss, but the numbers.

There are so many that no tribe of warriors can match the Great Prus.

He had been ordered to attack the flank of the Great Pruss with a detachment, and find an opportunity to get rid of their "king", as if that were the case, the terrible army would be forced to stop.

But when he tried to get around the flanks with a few dozen soldiers, something shocked him again.

In the absence of time, the Great Prus stood in a circle, and no matter what angle he was circling around, he would face the same number of enemies.

What a number, Carloska couldn't count in his memory, and if he had to describe it, it would be like a toppled mountain, or a roaring sea.

And the warriors of their Weygan tribe......

Probably a ridiculous ant. Anyway, after he had carried out a symbolic mission, and after losing a dozen lives, the Grand Commander was beheaded by a man in iron armor.

All the warriors fled, and he was caught in the crowd and went on the road to survival.

I never dared to look back again.

Later, according to the chiefs of several large tribes joined forces to form the Lin Kang Legion, he also enthusiastically brought those brothers who escaped from the battlefield to join the battle, but unfortunately, without exception, these warriors only added a few more corpses to the battlefield.

The mad Pruss were reluctant to retreat, even if they had lost more corpses than their Weyganrao warriors.

And although the warriors of the North Sea are brave enough, when their leader is slashed on the spot, they naturally cannot and cannot continue to fight.

After putting away those sad memories, Carloska finally made a decision.

Surrender.

Looking at the soldiers who were standing at the edge of the camp, their faces turned pale, but still a little unconvinced, Carloska sighed slightly.

"Let's make peace with the southerners. ”

The soldiers' faces suddenly changed again, they and the Great Prussians had the same blood feud against them, and they both had national contradictions for a long time, and it was reasonable that they could not be peaceful.

Unless, the negotiation of peace is just an excuse, and the leader is going to take them to surrender to those southern barbarians.

One soldier couldn't help but ask:

"Chief, will they accept our surrender, and how can we stoop down to ask for peace when we are not strong enough to resist the invasion of Rao from the south, as the messenger said, going north to seek the help of our own brethren?"

Carloska looked at the soldier who questioned him, a new soldier who hadn't fought a few tough battles, the warrior he had recruited after reforming his tribe, not his old brothers.

He didn't expect that the lie he had just woven would be penetrated all at once, and in front of so many Rao.

This made him feel somewhat embarrassed, and being ridiculed by a newcomer was also a challenge to his majesty.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?!Young man, I'm still in charge here!"

In the past, under such circumstances, the young man in a mere tribe naturally retreated, but now the soldier he met was a hard-brained case.

The soldier first looked at the faces of the soldiers around him, as if he had weighed it himself, and then he didn't bow his head to the leader in front of him, but walked up with his head held high, and replied calmly

"You are too old and too arrogant, I don't think you are right, since you have to fight for yourself and the tribesmen. ”

This can be called Carlosca's thunderstorm.

Although he often secretly compared himself with his former leaders in his heart, so as to observe his own gains and losses, and found that he did lack leadership ability compared to the former great leaders, he still tried to make a majestic appearance in front of everyone, relying on the majesty accumulated by himself and those former tribal warriors to suppress the inhabitants of the tribe.

After so many years, I have persevered, and now, it is really a matter of life and death for the tribe, but I didn't expect someone to challenge me.

In order to preserve his dignity as a leader, he left and drew his sword.

"My tent has no blood, soldier, if you're brave enough, go out and fight with me. ”

The young soldier's heart also rose with energy, he had been watching Carloska for a long time, and during a recent hunt, this "leader" had missed a large deer in front of him, which showed that he had weakened to a certain extent.

As for daring to take the initiative to deal with his challenge now, the young man told him that this person was either just bluffing, or he was too short to notice that he was aging, so he would make such a stupid move.

The two of them came out of the tent like bullfights, and the soldiers around them looked at the two bulls, old and young, with their own thoughts.

The challenger's name was Sapp, and he was indeed the best warrior of the younger generation of the tribe, strong in body, nimble in mind, and born with a rare good face, a man who hated men and women who loved him, and who had become the father of three sons at a young age.

And their leader, in the glory days of the tribe, was already a military leader who could stand alone, and when he was young, he was also a warrior who could not be believable, and he also killed many people with his own hands, so he was naturally better in terms of fighting skills.

The area of the tribe itself is not large, and the leader's tent is actually only a few steps away from the pigsty where the pigs are raised.

"A bunch of pigs are not as good as fools!"

"Lao Tzu is really blindfolded to help a group of fools who can only fight in the nest. ”

"Yes, man, beat that idiot hard, even if you can't beat him, wake him up, don't be afraid of him, you can beat three or four with one hand like his kind of waste!"

"Why don't you go and beat that young man, you even dare to challenge a son who hasn't even grown hair, it can be seen that you are really stupid. ”

They were so presumptuous that they didn't even care if the soldiers around them were already looking at them impatiently.

Anyway, no matter what the outcome of the duel between these two people is, why they want to duel, it probably has nothing to do with their life or death, it is better to have a good mouth before death, so that it is not a trip in vain.

Moreover, these Wigenrao warriors also made them a little frightened, as if only by insulting them loudly could they enter the hearts of some comforters

The two muscular men walked menacingly into a clearing, first glancing contemptuously at the pig-like Great Pruss before returning their gaze to Petz.

They held each other quietly in the open space for a while, and in the end, it was the young man who couldn't resist the pressure and made the first move.

According to the rules of duels between warriors in the traditional Wigan tribe, in order to reduce unnecessary casualties, they all defeated their opponents with their bare hands.

But now, the elders who once inherited the dueling culture have left the world far away, and the group of people with the spirit of dueling have already died on the battlefield, and the blood of the ancestors has been drained, leaving only these maggots that were born in a pool of blood in the future generations.

For them, even if it is just to eat those delicious flesh and blood, they can not hesitate to abandon those original rules and abandon them as if they were shoe.

Although the young man was a good warrior, he had not been able to save enough money to buy a sword, so the weapon he held in his hand was only a spear that had been cut off from the middle, which could be used as a short spear for melee combat.

He held the murder weapon tightly and swooped down on his target, like a tiger or leopard in the forest preying on its prey.

The young tribesmen his age applauded him, while the older warriors shook their heads inadvertently.

Even Carlosca, who was in the center of the arena, had a contemptuous smile on her face.

What kind of fighting technique is this?

Carloska sarcastically in his heart, but his movements did not lag behind, he did not hurry to pull out his sword, and at the same time that the tip of Sapp's spear was about to pierce him in the face, he raised his sword and gently picked it out, and took a few steps back on his feet, and cracked the attack lightly.

He couldn't help but rejoice, fortunately, these young people had never fought before, and he had kept a hand when he taught his martial arts experience, otherwise it would not be so simple to suppress them now.

But in Sap.

The young man's offensive failed in a single blow, but he didn't just stop, without a moment of chagrin, without a moment of hesitation, and poked another shot.

Although it was a spear cut off from the middle, it was a few points longer than the short sword produced in Wiegand's hand, and even if Carloska could see the dismantling moves to dodge the attack of the youth, it was difficult to find another time to counterattack.

It's not that he's good at short swords, and to tell the truth, with his height of nearly five and a half meters, even a sword twice as long as he is is is not too much.

It's not his martial arts skills that are lacking, it's the Wiegon Rao craftsman.

The Wiegand people had not even fully mastered the art of ironmaking, and the swamps of the North Sea were not rich in iron ore themselves. Most of the iron weapons that circulated among their tribes were handed down from father to son or plundered from the Great Prussians.

They used this precious source of iron more to make axes for a more versatile purpose than to try to smelt better blades.

As a result, they themselves can only produce short swords less than a foot long, which is already the limit of their craftsmanship level, if the sword body is more slender, then the iron used to make the sword will not be able to be used, and the enemy only needs to strike a few times, and the sword body will have a high chance of being broken.

Of course, at this time, Carloska only complained about one or two sentences about the craftsman who made iron for himself back then, and as for the existence of so many truths behind it, it was naturally not something he could think of for a while.

In any case, the attacker always consumes more stamina. After a dozen consecutive spear blows, a fine bead of sweat had formed on Sabo's towering muscles, and the attacks he could support became more and more weak.

Almost all the fighters present could see that the physical strength of this brave young man was close to the limit.

Of course, Carloska would not give up such a great opportunity, but he quickly moved a few steps under his feet, and stabbed the sword in his hand towards a defensive flaw in the young man's body.

In an instant, the blade of the sword kissed the young man's shoulder, and the moment the iron pierced into the flesh, the entire duel arena was already filled with a fresh smell of blood.

The short sword carved out a bloody hole in his shoulder almost instantly, and the young man's blood gushed out along the hole, not only spilling half of Carloska's sword, but even splashing the excess part on Liangrao's body.

Probably because of the blood, both warriors roared in unison, but one of them sounded older, while the other's voice was more angry mixed with a hint of pain.

The squires of the Great Purus suddenly felt their throats suddenly dry somewhat.

Naturally, they had also seen duels between the lords of their own families. Of course, they don't just want to be the knights in the Southern Empire who compete like "point to point", but they can fight to the extent that they can see blood, and they can always tell the winner from the loser, and they have never seen such a deadly fight.

Blood continued to drip from the young man's body, new wounds were added to the bodies of both sides of the duel, and as Carloska basked in the victory of his first sword, Sabo plunged his spear into Carloska's other arm, which was not holding a sword.

It was Carlosca's military career that killed him. During marching battles, warriors usually had a shield tied to their left arm, but in duels it was not allowed.

Of course, it was Carloska's blade that carried more rage in response to Sabo.

After the initial temptation, they all began to use more aggressive attacks, that is, to exchange injuries for support, putting their bodies at risk, but also to fight hard to hit the enemy's vital points.

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