In recent days, the patriarch of the Kajiao tribe, Bitatu, has been in a bad mood.

Who would have thought that more than 200,000 troops would not be able to capture a city defended by only 30,000 people?

If it is said that the city wall is as high as four or five zhang, five or six zhang of the big city, it seems that the current situation is acceptable, but the problem is that the city is clearly the ancient city built by the Wei State in the early days of the founding of the country, the city wall is only two zhang less than the height, there is no need for siege ladders at all, you can directly use the ladder to climb.

And in this case, more than 200,000 troops actually attacked the city, which is simply incredible.

However, despite his bad mood, Biratul did not lose his mind because of his anger, because he knew that the reason for the current situation was the crossbows possessed by the Wei army, the kind of war weapons that had been specially researched for slaughter.

Bitatu's gaze involuntarily looked at the low table in front of him, and saw that on the low table, there was a special crossbow arrow.

This crossbow arrow was picked up by his clansmen on the battlefield, that is, the crossbow arrow fired by the crossbow of the Wei army, only to see that this crossbow arrow was the length of a person's entire arm, about the same thickness as an adult's finger, and the three-edged arrow at the tip exposed the hideous barbs, which made people shudder.

What kind of crossbow is this, this is simply a short gun!

The Wei army's repeater crossbow can actually shoot such thick and thin crossbow arrows, and the power is so powerful that people are stunned.

Thinking back to the corpses of the slave soldiers who had been sieveed by the Wei army's repeaters on the battlefield, and his flesh and blood were blurred, Bitatu only felt a churning in his stomach.

This is the difference between nomads and agrarian countries: due to the harsh living environment, the nomads are generally very strong, which makes them accustomed to participating in various wars with their own physical force, so they focus more on honing their skills, such as archery, horsemanship, etc.; The Central Plains countries, taking Wei as an example, the people of Wei lived in a relatively superior climate and environment, which made the Wei people generally not as strong as the people of Sanchuan, so they chose to use external forces to strengthen their own strength, that is, to make better weapons and armor, but also to make up for their own shortcomings.

Looking at the Central Plains countries, almost all of them are countries that focus on "industry and metallurgy", they build city walls to defend against the enemy, build crossbows, catapults for capturing enemy cities, this kind of war focus, so that each Central Plains country does not dare to lag behind their own "industry and metallurgy" technology, because they understand the importance of "tools".

Of course, this is not to say that the nomads are uncivilized savages, but only that they believe too much in their own skills and ignore the study of "tools", so that their "industrial and metallurgical" technology has stagnated, and the gap between them and the Central Plains countries has gradually widened.

Take the matter in front of him as an example, with the help of 500 repeaters, Zhao Hongrun transformed them into just 250 repeaters, so that the more than 200,000 troops under the command of Bitatu were in a dilemma, is this strange?

In fact, if this matter is placed on any knowledgeable Central Plains people, whether it is Han, Wei, or Qi, they will not be surprised, let alone the Lu country, which has the best industrial and metallurgical technology in the world.

And now, Bitatu has tasted the embarrassing situation caused by the fact that his own industrial and metallurgical technology is far inferior to that of the enemy.

It is undeniable that there are valiant warriors in his tribe, and these warriors have repeatedly defeated the warriors of the Beidihu people, who are not only skilled in bows and horses, but also able to shoot at enemy troops at a distance of sixty or seventy zhang, and are indeed skilled warriors.

However, these warriors, in the face of the Wei army's range of 120 zhang, had no power to fight back, which is the same reason as the short-handed short-handed short-handed and the longer-handed tall man: before the short-handed fist hit the tall man, he was already knocked down by the tall man's punch.

『……』

Changing his sitting position, Bitatu let out a sullen breath.

I have to say that Ji Run, a boy from Wei who was not dry, used five hundred crossbows to turn him around, which he didn't expect.

Because of this, Bitatu did not dare to recall how embarrassed and embarrassed he was when he ordered the chiefs of the tribes who were attached to him to join him in the construction of the camp.

It is no wonder that, after all, before arriving in the city, Bitatu took it for granted that with two or three hundred thousand horses, he could easily conquer the city, so when a certain patriarch proposed to set up a camp, he was quite conceited and said, "There is no need to do more, and after conquering the city, he will directly settle in the city."

Unexpectedly, six or seven days have passed, not to mention conquering the city, he was actually harassed by the other party several times, playing around, which made Bitatu feel tantamount to a loud slap in the face.

Fortunately, all this has finally passed, and the army under his command has retreated five miles to set up camp, waiting to avoid the rainy weather of the past few days, pick a sunny weather, and finally be able to prepare for the attack on Yucheng again.

Just as Bitatu was thinking about what tactics to use to attack the city, suddenly the tent of the felt tent was lifted, and the young Horned warrior Bossile walked in.

"Great Patriarch." Bosil touched his chest with his right hand and saluted, and said in a deep voice: "Outside the felt tent, there are several patriarchs of small tribes who want to see the big patriarch. ”

"Huh?" Bitatu was stunned when he heard this, nodded and said, "Call them in." ”

Bossil nodded, and after a while, he led three or four middle-aged men with a somewhat sad face to the tent again.

Bitatu looked at the people a few times, only to realize that these people were the patriarchs of the small tribe attached to his horns.

"What's the matter with you?"

When questioning, Bitatu secretly recalled the tribal clan names of these patriarchs, but this kind of tribe has too many people attached to the horns in small tribes of hundreds to more than a thousand people, so that Bitatu thought for a long time, and he didn't remember which tribe the other party was.

"Great Patriarch." One of the minor patriarchs saluted Bitatu and asked hesitantly, "I wonder how long this battle will last?" ”

Bitatu frowned when he heard this, his face was a little displeased, and he said in a deep voice: "If you have anything to say, say it directly!" ”

Hearing this, the little patriarchs glanced at each other, and one of them stiffened his head and said in a slur voice: "That's the case, the great patriarch...... Four days ago, you asked our small tribe to take care of the food for the slave soldiers, well, you know, there are more than 200,000 slave soldiers...... Just now our people sent someone to deliver the news that all the wheat and grain hoarded in the tribal camp have been eaten......"

As soon as Bitatu heard it, he understood, and his face became more and more unsightly.

Seeing this, a little fear flashed on the little patriarch's face, and he quickly explained: "Big patriarch, our tribes, combined are only two or three thousand clansmen, tens of thousands of sheep, and we can't afford the food of more than 200,000 slave soldiers...... Speaking of this, he glanced at the other small patriarchs, and said hesitantly: "Therefore, we thought, if this battle is going to be fought for a few days, can we ...... Can you ......?"

"Can you do anything?!" Bitatu interrupted the other party's words with a displeased face, and said coldly: "Do you break your promise a while ago, break away from my army of Karma, and return to your respective tribal camp alone?!" …… This battle is not over yet!! ”

was drunk by Bitatu, and the little patriarchs trembled, bowing their heads and not daring to speak.

Seeing this, Bitatu swept his gaze over these people and said coldly: "If there is no food, isn't there still sheep?" ”

Hearing this, the little patriarchs who lowered their heads invariably flashed a trace of anger on their faces, and they didn't dare to attack.

It is no wonder that, after all, the Sanchuan tribe regards the sheep as the wealth of the entire tribe, and they regard the act of "killing sheep" as "begging for food from the sheep", and there is a rather cumbersome process, but instead of poking a knife in the neck of the sheep and letting the blood out, it is not enough to pray to their plateau gods to achieve this matter, and then wash the sheep, remove the wool, and then have to recite an unknown prayer to "thank the sheep for their generosity".

And during this whole process, the people of Sanchuan will never use the words "kill" or "slaughter", they will call it "generous dedication", which means thanking the sheep for giving its all to the tribe.

In return for this 'generosity', the tribe eats any part of the sheep's body, including the blood, and then steamed it and eats it in soup. In addition, the wool, skin, horns, and bones of the sheep, including the stomach pouch and the sheep bladder, will be made into corresponding handicrafts, and finally those leftovers that cannot be used will be properly buried in the soil, which probably means "soul returning to the earth".

Because of this cultural practice, no tribe would slaughter sheep in large numbers, believing that this would be disgusted by the gods of the plateau.

Therefore, when Bitatu said those words, the faces of the little patriarchs suddenly changed, and they just dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

"Great Patriarch."

At this time, Bossil whispered a reminder to Bitatu.

『……』

Probably realizing his gaffe, Bitatu took a few deep breaths and adjusted his emotions, but he didn't mention the matter of Fang Cai, "Patriarchs, I will keep in mind the contribution of your tribe, and after defeating the Wei army, this patriarch will reward you for your merits, compensate for your losses, and give corresponding rewards." …… What do you think? ”

The patriarchs of the small tribes, look at me, I look at you, and after half a ring, one of them said softly: "Great patriarch, my tribe is weak and weak, I am afraid that I will not be able to help much, but it will ruin the good things of the great patriarch...... Our tribe doesn't want those compensation and rewards anymore, we just hope that the great patriarch can defeat the Wei army......"

This may seem like a nice thing to say, but in fact, it is nothing more than hoping that Bitatu will allow him to break away from the army of Kakaku.

As a result, Bitatu's complexion sank again.

But if you think about it, these small tribes have borne the food consumption of more than 200,000 slave soldiers for four whole days, and even if they ask for secession at this moment, Bitatu can't say anything about them.

"Then ...... I borrowed a few auspicious words. ”

Bitatu forced a few laughs.

Several small patriarchs left with great gratitude, looking at their departing backs, Bitatu's mood was very complicated.

It was a complicated feeling of anger but helplessness, or a bit of helplessness.

After a long time, Bitatu let out a long sigh.

"If I fail, it will be because of ...... Wei Jun clenched his fingers as a fist, while my Sanchuan was like a plate of loose sand. (To be continued.) )