"These blacks on the grassland north of Kaesong all belong to one tribe, the Xhosa, but this black chief, Hu Chief, knows how powerful we are, unless we take the initiative to provoke, these Xhosa people will rarely fight with us. We're not here to hunt slaves, and the Xhosa people shouldn't stir things up. ”

Zuo Feng explained to Ma Zhong.

But in normal times, the Xhosa people rarely gather so many people, everyone look at the black people gathered around here, I am afraid that there are already three or five hundred people, all of them are warriors, such a scale, unless the chieftain of the Xhosa people belongs to the tribe, the next tribe will never have so many warriors.

These Xhosa people with spears and javelins in their hands, and scimitars, blow arrows, slowly came from all around, those who came were not good, and those who were good did not come, these people gathered, and Ma Zhong did not believe that anything good was good.

"Someone must have leaked the news to prepare these Xhosa." Left Striker.

This is also very likely.

I saw one of the negroes who came around, and the figure was also the strongest of these warriors, with a feather on his head, a scimitar at his waist, and a javelin in his hand, and stood out.

“￥#￥%@￥”

"He said, "Outlanders, you have entered the territory that the gods have given to the Xhosa."

“#%Ｅ＄＾＄＆＾＾”

"He said that you should not go any further, or the gods will punish you and you will die the most miserable death."

Interpreters sent by the Shunfeng Dart Bureau.

It seems that these Xhosas organized their ranks to move on. Ma Zhong looked back, and the distance was only twenty or thirty miles away, except for Tebul Mountain. There is still a long way to go from the target Rand Basin.

This was stopped by the Xhosa people as soon as it came out, how could it be possible not to move forward?

Ma Zhong said to the translator:

"You said to him, 'We have something to go north from here, and we want to pass through their territory, and we recognize their territory, and promise not to cause trouble on their territory, and let them let us pass, and we can pay for it."

The interpreter gave Ma Zhong's translation to the leader of the Xhosa warriors, and when the warrior leader heard it, he said loudly,

"No, stranger, we don't need your price, and we will never allow you to enter our territory, stranger, you have big ships that sail on the water, but we also have javelins, and the place near the water belongs to you, but the steppes and mountains belong to us, why do you always enter our Xhosa territory."

Translated by a translator.

Ma Zhong laughed when he heard this.

These blacks are really naïve, what kind of waterside territory belongs to you, do you still want to bargain with the Great Song Dynasty, Li Zhe had already revealed to him before he came before, these blacks in the northern grassland will be exterminated sooner or later, Li Zhe brought so many people this time, just to open up this South Yanzhou, not just as a temporary trading port.

In the future, this South Yanzhou will be an important territory of Tianzhu in Yanzhou, and it is likely to be directly under it in the future, so that these black people in the land of South Yanzhou are particularly annoying, and they are all on the crusade in Li Zhe's plan.

Therefore, when he came out this time, Ma Zhong was originally prepared to use force against these black people.

These blacks are not stupid, they must have also gotten the news, who are the soldiers stationed in Kaesong, and these people may have really gotten the news.

When the warrior leader saw Ma Zhong shaking his head with a look of disdain, he immediately roared loudly, dancing, and intimidating, and even the performance of the surrounding Xhosas became nervous, as if he was a little eager to try.

"Be careful!" Ma Zhong ordered his subordinates to pay attention,

"Once the war starts, don't keep your hands behind!"

Hmph, they're just savages, they don't even have a decent knife or gun, and they still want to fight with my Great Song. Lao Tzu gives you face, you have face, if you don't give you face, you are just a chicken and a dog, if you start to do it, you will be slaughtered in minutes.

The interpreter translated the words of the samurai who had just spoken.

"You strangers, all the most wicked and despicable villains, broke into the steppe to take the descendants of the Xhosa people captive and enslave the great Xhosa, the great warriors will never let you succeed, if you dare to take a step forward, then teach you a lesson with blood."

When the samurai leader finished speaking, he sang and danced, making the blacks around him dance.

Ma Zhong was very puzzled, and at this time Zuo Feng explained to him that this was the real start of the battle for these blacks, and this battle was inevitable.

These blacks love to sing and dance, and they have to come before they do anything, so they must also dance before this battle, so that they will be blessed by the gods, and they will be more brave and powerful in battle.

Ma Zhong listened to it, and it was really funny. Damn, let's fight, do I have to wait for you?

Ma Zhong waved his hand, and the mournful military whistle sounded, and the advance army, which had been gearing up for a long time, fired ten thousand guns at once, and the smoke of gunpowder filled the air, and those Xhosa soldiers who were still dancing fell down one by one.

The fierce salvo of the advance army, the Xhosa people were caught off guard, where have these natives seen such a terrible army in their lives, muskets, they have not seen it, but those who have dealt with it before are at most the level of the slave hunting team, and the slave hunting team is generally dozens of people, of which at most there are more than a dozen guns, and when they start fighting, they are all fighting separately, relying on the range and power of the firecracker to win, where have they seen such a neat salvo of muskets.

Such a terrible salvo was fatal, especially for these indigenous armies, which were not at all organized and disciplined.

In the past, the battles of the natives were hand-to-hand combat within a close range of tens of meters, which can be seen from the fact that they did not even develop bows and arrows, and it can be seen that in the limited memory of these Xhosa people, there has never been a battle of more than 1,000 people, it can be said that in this land, there has never been a strategy and tactics or anything like that, and the so-called war of the black people for thousands of years has stayed at the level of fighting between two villages in the Great Song Dynasty.

The volley of the advance army of the Song army, just one salvo, knocked out the souls of these Xhosa warriors, and when the advance army was reloaded, and when the second salvo came to the second salvo, the Xhosa people completely herded sheep.

The whole steppe was full of Xhosa people. The advance army, which numbered only a hundred and ten men, chased the Xhosa in the hundreds.

At this time, the people of the Shunfeng Dart Bureau are powerful, compared to the soldiers of the advance army, they don't have to think about the formation at all, and they don't need to reload, they will catch up when they pull out their swords in their hands, these people are agile, they are all masters of fighting alone, and at this time the pursuit is simply a tiger into the flock, brave and unmatched.

However, the soldiers of the advance army felt bored, what the hell is this battle called!

These indigenous opponents are really terrible!