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The young warrior looked at the leader with some restraint and made a loud voice.

The Chieftain is not the most powerful warrior of the tribe, but he is the most powerful warrior.

In the young warrior's mind, he knew that in the past few years, several elders who had often spoken and pointed fingers in the tribe had fallen off their horses in less than a month and became old men feeding horses, and the difference was unimaginable.

So, but it's nothing, and you know, before Alex, the strongest warrior of the tribe didn't belong to him.

Every time he saw the see-through eyes of the leader, the young warrior trembled a little, and was inexplicably afraid.

"Got it, take me to meet them, what a bunch of simple-minded guys, no patience at all!"

Baron Kelly shook his head, smiled disdainfully, and then got up, got up from his wolfskin-covered seat, and followed behind the herald.

After walking for a few minutes, Baron Kelly came to the cabin where the other chiefs were staying, and the chatter could be heard outside Anne's house, and it was unusually noisy.

Unlike Sir John, the Kelly tribe invited eight large and small tribes, all of which were small tribes that had succumbed to the obscenity of the Kelly tribe, and together they sent five hundred troops, plus the one thousand two hundred warriors of the Kelly tribe, the number of the entire coalition reached 1,700 men, and the numerical advantage was great.

"Leaders, the English have not arrived, what are you in a hurry at this time, when the war starts, it is not too late to be in a hurry!"

Baron Kelly stepped into the wooden house, and the sound in the room suddenly fell silent, the air seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere seemed to be heavy.

Looking at the leaders who were noisy but unusually quiet at this time, Baron Kelly raised his chin and said lightly.

Glancing at the men, Baron Kelly sat down on his throne and waited for a few seconds to pass before he said:

"In this war with England, everyone should contribute, after all, if we are defeated this time, it will be you next time, the first sheep is dead, and the other sheep are all wolves' meals, dying and struggling!"

"Hehe, at present, you are more exploited by the wolf than the hunter!" The other leaders looked into the baron's eyes, and the words whispered in their hearts.

"Of course, if you defeat the English, everyone will have a share of the spoils, and in the coming year, you will be rich!"

Baron Kelly didn't blink his eyes, and with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said softly.

"Yes, yes! It's sure to be a bountiful harvest! "It's definitely a big gain!" ……

These leaders suppressed the dissatisfaction in their hearts and echoed the smile, and the smile on their faces was extraordinarily bright.

For a moment, the wooden house was filled with pleasant sounds.

Sir John led an army of 1,000 men and marched on his own, and in order to have the effect of a surprise attack, the horse's hooves were tied with strips of cloth, and the sound of the whole army marching was subtle, and the hilly terrain made the road difficult, so the speed was extraordinarily slow.

As said, Sir John felt that his troops were too small to attack head-on, and a sneak attack became the most suitable option.

As for any gentlemanly spirit, it seems to him that it is all fart.

Gentlemanly manners are spoken only in times of war with gentlemen, and there is no need to deal with these barbarians.

In this regard, in modern history, the wars fought by Western European countries have been graceful, and for blacks, as well as all kinds of Asian places, in order to win, everything is done, poisoning, kidnapping, and sneak attack, which are the norm.

John thought that his sneak attack would be a success.

But he didn't expect that his every move was completely within the enemy's line of sight.

Sir John's actions were in the eyes of Baron Kelly.

Baron Kelly, who has a wise mind, naturally knows the purpose of this group of Englishmen, so he does not stop doing anything, and leads the troops to ambush in advance, showing the group of England the bravery of the Irish.

Following the route of the guide, Sir John and his party came and followed the established route, and went on their way secretly.

Less than a mile from the Kelly tribe, Sir John suddenly sensed something was wrong and brought the entire force to a halt.

"What's wrong? Left-behind adults! On the side, the militia leader turned around, revealing an inquiring gaze.

"Don't you feel too quiet, it's not normal, it's really abnormal!"

Sir John crouched down, looked at the grass about a foot and a half (more than forty centimeters) high, moved his lips, and spoke to himself.

"There is no one, it stands to reason that at this time, there should be herdsmen grazing, but there is nothing in front of me, not good-"

The more he spoke, the more Sir John discovered a possibility that he had been ambushed.

"Kill—" Less than two hundred yards (about ninety centimeters of one yard), in the middle of a forest, suddenly a group of cavalry appeared, shouting loudly, holding all kinds of weapons, stone knives, sharpened spears, large logs, and so on.

Sir John was suddenly startled when he looked at the centaur that appeared in front of him, and then he was glad that he had stopped, and if he took a few more steps, it would be dangerous.

Back to the moment before, Baron Kelly, who was lying in ambush in front of him, endured the bite of mosquitoes in the woods, and watched the English people in front of him suddenly stop, which made him a little surprised.

"What's going on, are we exposed?"

After waiting for a long time, Baron Kelly suddenly became irritable, this kind of taste close to his mouth was really irresistible, besides, there was no shortage of surprises, simply, more than a thousand people rushed up in one breath, anyway, there were many people, crushing them.

With this in mind, the Horde Coalition roared out of the tormented woods and pounced on the stagnant English Coalition.

A large number of enemy troops pounced, hundreds of cavalry, galloping horses' hooves shook the ground, as if knocking on the hearts of the English coalition army, and the eyes of the newcomers and the tribal warriors who had just arrived and fought together were fearful.

Seeing this, Sir John knew that he could not retreat, for the sake of the future, only by fighting to the death could he win the victory, otherwise he would die even worse.

"Leaders, now you have to fight to the death, if you lose, not only us, the Kelly tribe will definitely not let you go!"

Several leaders thought for a while, their eyes retracted fear, their faces revealed a spirit of forgetting their lives and forgetting death, they rode on their horses and roared loudly: "#?(?ò?ó?)#?"

This kind of Kate need, although Sir John can't understand it, but he still knows the general meaning, it's nothing more than going together, don't be afraid or something, after all, English is a bit similar to Gaelic language.

"Rush together—" shouted Sir John as he mounted his horse and followed a few of the tribal warriors as he yelled at the militiamen behind him.

Although the militia behind did not know what Sir had said, they followed the pace ahead, the spearmen raised their spears, and the cavalry stepped on their horses and charged forward.