At about two o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, the coalition led by the Glossy Bone Tribe officially appeared in front of everyone in the Gray Rabbit Tribe.

At that time, Song Yong was seizing the time to train a group of female comrades in various methods of treating the wounded.

Suddenly, two long and two short wooden whistles were sounded continuously by the guards on the watchtowers of the city walls, which represented only one meaning: the appearance of a large number of enemy troops.

This is a long queue that stretches out on a winding mountain road.

Between the march of this huge team, Song Yong and the others could clearly see that a large number of birds and beasts in the surrounding mountains and forests fled from this area in great panic.

After all, before such an army of numbers, no matter what kind of fierce beasts in the mountains and forests, they were not enough to look at in the face.

The vanguard of the forward position directly chose a clearing at the foot of the mountain as their camp.

Originally, this location was a relatively sparsely wooded mountain forest, but after the construction of the walls and wooden houses of the Gray Rabbit tribe began, it became a clearing with only tree stumps.

Now, it's cheaper for this coalition to have a pretty good campsite.

Because the number of people in the group was so large, they formed a long snake formation, starting from the vanguard entering the open field, until the last few people entered the makeshift camp.

It took more than 20 minutes.

And then when the ordinary members of it began to sit down and rest.

The Tough Bone Witch, surrounded by many tribal leaders and totem warriors, began to observe the new village of Gray Rabbit halfway up the mountain.

And Song Yong and the others' observation of them had already started from the moment this army appeared.

Under each other's observations, the results obtained for both parties couldn't help frowning, and they didn't feel so good......

Among the people on the city wall, Song Yong was in a very bad mood at the moment.

"Damn! Where are there 1,500 people, and it would be strange if I said that there are no 2,000 people. Song Yong, who was holding a toy telescope, had a blue face, and began to scold his mother in his heart.

From the moment he saw the other party's first hunter, this thing silently counted the number of people in his heart.

In the meantime, for some understandable reason of one kind or another, the number of times the goods had been wronged several times, but he was certain that the number of the coalition was about two thousand one hundred men.

And with the exception of the Tough Witch and a few behind her, who were supposed to be servants and the like, there were no more women in the entire coalition.

The others, without exception, are all men with stronger combat effectiveness.

Even among these men, even the proportion of the old and weak is quite rare, and they are basically hunters of upright young age.

Thinking about it, the other side is a coalition of fourteen tribes, large and small, plus a caravan, which has been carefully put together.

The population of the fourteen tribes alone has reached 10,000 people.

It is really not uncommon to select only one-fifth of the number of young people from 10,000 people.

When Song Yong thought of this, he turned his head to look at the situation of the city wall; at this time, basically all the people who could get out of the Gray Rabbit Tribe had boarded this city wall.

plus barely usable old and young, slaves, that is, a little more than two hundred personnel.

In between, that's a tenfold gap.

By the way, there are twenty-two elite warriors from the Crimson tribe on top of the wall, and the problem is that these people will not join the battle except for the spears.

They will only protect themselves when their lives are in danger.

Basically, this kind of protection is also presumably defense-oriented.

Even the spear joined the battle as a private person, and for this reason Song Yong also gave this product a nickname: the spear and the fast-legged little white dragon......

Of course, a series of preparations of the Gray Rabbit Tribe also brought a great impact to the high-level leaders of the coalition army.

"City wall! I don't want this guy to be a gray rabbit, but he can actually build a city wall. The Tough Bone Witch looked at the two-person-high, civil structure city wall, and his face was better than Song Yong's, and he couldn't see where to go.

There is no doubt that many of the walls, which look like they have not been thoroughly dried by the bark, were built in the short last few days.

The city wall is still quite rare in a remote area like Rainozawa.

But in the Central Plains where the human race is thriving, it is not too uncommon, as a qualified witch, the Tough Bone Witch can naturally recognize this kind of thing, and know the role of this thing.

In comparison, the height of the wall of the Gray Rabbit Tribe is actually a bit shabby.

But even so, she knew that if she wanted to take down the tortoise shell of the Gray Rabbit Tribe, she might have to pay more casualties than expected.

For this reason, she did not move, and glanced at the leaders of the small tribes in a hidden manner.

At the same time, Shang Yi, the leader of the caravan, also recognized the city wall, in fact, among their Qingshang tribe, there was such a city wall that was half higher than here.

The problem is that such a low wall cannot be easily climbed by manpower.

Almost instantly, the caravan leader, who was good at calculating and trading, knew that when the fight started, he must not let his caravan guards rush to the front.

Because those guys who rushed to the front were afraid that the casualties would be big and scary.

When he thought of this, he also quietly glanced at the leaders of those small tribes with a hidden eye, and then he had an idea in his heart.

As for the small tribal leaders who were inadvertently remembered by the two of them, Tough Bone Witch and Shang Yi.

Although they are the most knowledgeable part of their respective tribes, they have basically been in the southwest region all their lives, and they have never seen or heard of the city wall.

So at this moment, they looked at the wooden houses behind the low city walls, but their hearts were more concerned about these.

Between the mouths of amazement, they are communicating with each other:

"Tsk~ These guys from the Gray Rabbit tribe don't know how to be so lucky, this kind of wooden house looks better than the kind of earthen house of the Chibai tribe, but if we get a few slaves, wouldn't we be able to learn how to build this wooden house~"

When they said this, their eyes immediately lit up.

Of course, even these small tribal leaders are full of great longing in their hearts at this moment, and they will not immediately rush forward with their subordinates.

Even before, in their minds about war:

That is, both sides stand on one side, first scold each other, and then rush forward in a swarm, and whichever side has more people and more strength will basically win the final victory.

And the battle didn't last long, that is, the time to eat a barbecue, and that was about the same.

As for the history of modern planes, those siege battles that lasted for a month, months, or even longer, they didn't have this concept in their minds.

According to their previous concept of war, so many of them must be able to win easily.

This was the main reason why they had mobilized almost all the adult hunters of the tribe to join the coalition army, and it was obviously a big advantage, so why not come

But the unfamiliar city wall in front of them still let them know the inherent mode of fighting, which may not be good.

For this reason, they whispered among themselves about the problem......

Listening to the discussion in her ear, a smile appeared on the corner of Tough Bone Witch's mouth, and she said loudly:

"Chiefs, I have a way of easily climbing over such walls, so when we are ready, how about distributing the spoils according to merit as originally agreed?"

Such a statement can be regarded as solving the last bit of concern in the hearts of these small tribal leaders.

They shouted one after another: "It's all up to the noble Tough Bone Witch you command~"

After their voices sounded, the hunters, who had been sitting or lying on the ground under their men, also shouted loudly.

All of a sudden, the momentum was very amazing.