Yang Li found the minecart left by the Lieshan clan under a beech tree, good guy, a cart full of azur ore, piled up sharply, I am afraid it weighs two or three hundred catties.

Fortunately, there was a freak like Huya in the team, and he pushed the minecart and walked at the front of the team.

Although the night road is difficult to walk, there is an essential difference between the human beings in ancient times and the peasants in the feudal period in terms of physique.

In the feudal period, the peasants took grain as their staple food, and it was difficult to consume enough meat, and they were prone to suffer from night blindness. In ancient times, fish, birds and beasts accounted for a large proportion of human diets, and almost every household had men engaged in fishing and hunting activities.

Therefore, Yang Li and his party can see the terrain clearly through the faint starlight, cut through the grass, and advance in the hills and wastelands, without being blind.

There was the sound of rushing water in front of him, the width of the river was more than three hundred meters, and it was definitely unrealistic to swim over with the goods, but throwing away the goods, Yang Jiao would not be busy in vain these days.

Yang Li untied the package on his shoulder, put it on a rock, pulled out Yulia's axe and ordered: "Everyone start cutting trees and making rafts, move fast!" ”

This is the first option, crossing the river.

If you are caught up before the raft is finished, then carry out the second plan and swim over with the most valuables.

At present, the more important things in the team are honey, salt and piglets, but the manpower is limited, if the second plan is really implemented, the goods can only be brought over a quarter at most, and most people can't swim hundreds of meters with heavy objects at night.

So the third option takes into account the worst-case scenario - throw away all the goods and people can go back.

Yang Li usually thinks about various possible situations before something starts, which is also a habit cultivated by engineering teenagers in practice.

Of course, how to implement it depends on Yang's mood.

Throw away the goods? How is it possible, the head can be broken, and the money cannot be lost.

Yang Li and Mao Mei glanced at each other, their eyes were super determined.

While others were shouting slogans to make rafts, Yulia had already lit a bonfire, and she heated the dry food a little by the river, distributed it among the people to replenish their strength, and then chopped some slender and straight sticks of wood back, sharpened one end, and put them on the fire to roast black.

This is carbonization.

When the sharpened stick is carbonized, it is far harder than a normal stick, and although it is not as good as a flint javelin, it is enough to hurt people, which is a knowledge that has been passed down among human beings since ancient times.

Xue set traps in several places where the enemy might appear, and there was not much time to dig a large pit, and at most a small number of nooses or spikes were used to hinder the opponent's movement, and it was difficult to kill.

Huya one top four, he carried the cut logs directly to the shore, stacked together, this time the raft is more simple than last time, Yang Li's request is to support to the opposite bank and then fall apart.

Fortunately, they had built a raft before, and everyone had experience in cooperating, and this time the efficiency was much higher.

A few torches had already been lit on the side of the greenstone settlement, which stood out in the night, and these torches were more and more numerous, accompanied by noisy shouts, and fell into the sight of everyone on the riverbank.

The leader of Greenrock surrounded the warehouse with pit vipers, they didn't know that Yang Li and the others had slipped away, and planned to break in, kill all the men, and snatch the women and goods.

But the door of the warehouse seemed to be bolted from the inside, and a tribal warrior stepped forward and pushed it a few times, but he couldn't push it open, so he looked at the pit viper with an inquiring gaze.

The pit viper waved his hand, meaning that you should not act so obviously, after all, the nominal leader of the Greenstone tribe is still the first of the day.

He didn't expect the other party to dare to resist when he was in a state of confinement, so he was furious, snatched the stone axe of a warrior beside him, went up and began to smash the door, and shouted at the others: "Break down, rush in, kill their leader, I will sacrifice his heart to the gods!" ”

A stone axe crackled, and the wooden door of the warehouse burst open, and there were scattered straw and pig dung inside, and a picture of a dragon and snake was painted on the wall.

"Come on, take my torch!" The pit viper's eyebrows were tightly locked, he was unwilling, seeing that the fat in his hands was actually gone, what was the reason!

As the firelight illuminated the earthen wall, the pattern on the wall was also clear.

It was a turtle sitting in a shack with a pig lying on its head, a walking stick in his hand, and posing as a pointer.

This is Yuria's graffiti masterpiece, mocking the Greenstone Leader as the Leader of the Eight.

"Forehead ......" The leader of the greenstone stretched out his finger tremblingly, pointed to the graffiti on the wall, his face was like gold, and he wanted to instruct everyone, but he felt that his breath was blocked in his chest, and he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.

"Chief, chief!" The subordinates stepped forward one after another, pinching people and patting them on the back, finally letting him come back to his senses.

Looking very weak, he pointed at the pit viper and told him to give orders.

The pit viper guessed in his heart that the tribe had an internal ghost, but at this time, time was short, and it was too late to track down, so the top priority was to seize the caravan of the riverbend tribe and grab their goods.

He had never seen a caravan with so many high-value goods, and the fish and millet could naturally be ignored, but seven or eight pieces of pottery and more than a dozen bags of honey, any settlement would cost a season's output to exchange, which was enough to be a reason to rob, and besides, the Greenstone tribe was already scarce in caravans, and if they robbed it, it would not affect his plan at all.

With this shipment, he was able to get more support from the chieftains of the north......

As for the iron-maned pig's teeth, whoever likes to take them, and consume a lot of manpower and material resources on faith, it is no wonder that these southern tribes can't develop, and they will rule them in the future, and presumably they will also be grateful to themselves.

The pit viper selected twenty of the strongest warriors of the Greenstone tribe, plus the two guards he had brought with him, to form a sizable vanguard force, and quickly advanced and attacked.

Then he pulled out thirty more troops mixed with healthy women, stuffed their weapons, led by Yu, and slowly advanced behind.

In fact, the pit viper never thought of using the team behind, in his opinion, the other party was just a caravan, and the only threatening warrior in it was Huya, as long as he dragged the big man, he could quickly wipe out the entire caravan.

Thinking of this, the pit viper couldn't help but clench the dagger in his hand, the obsidian-made blade reflecting the starlight of the night.

Here, Yang Jiao climbed a gentle slope, and saw that the little torch light was intertwined into a long snake, and quickly approached him, about twenty people.

"Big Chief, one of the rafts has been completed, and another one is about to be completed, what should I do?" Huya asked anxiously.

Yang Jiao was also depressed in his heart, you come early, I will put down the work at hand and fight, come later, let's say goodbye, but it is not early or late, just rush to the point where my raft is about to be built, do I want to fight or fight, or do I want to fight?

"Xue, how far can you shoot?" Yang Li asked the boy.

"Flat, eighty steps."

Yang Jiao estimated in his heart that it was about one hundred and fifty meters equivalent to the later generations, which was already an incredible distance before the bow-making technology was not developed and Xue's bones were not fully grown.

Then the height of the hillside can have some range bonus, first count him 180 meters.

At this distance, it is very good for a normal person to go uphill in the wild and run in half a minute, and it seems feasible to let Xue Lai block the opponent.

Thinking of this, Yang Li began to order, everyone lined up with their backs against the gentle slope, everyone with javelins and wooden shields in their hands, waiting for the pursuers to arrive.

If all the warriors of the Greenstone tribe gathered together and fifty people attacked together, Yang Jiao would still think about it, but their mistake was that they regarded their group of people as a simple caravan.

Yes, this is a caravan, but this is an armed caravan comparable to a regular army!

Xue stretched his bow and stood at the forefront.

The pit viper and two of his men were the first to emerge from the ridge of a mound, and they were greeted by a cold light that broke through the air.

When he found this arrow, the arrow had already arrived in front of him, and the subordinate on the left hand side of the pit viper didn't even have time to react, so he fell to the ground after the arrow, and the pit viper fixed his eyes on it, and the feathered arrow submerged into the skull of the hardest forehead in the human body, and the back of the head penetrated, and the strength and accuracy of the bow were unheard of.

Marksman.

The word flashed through the pit viper's mind, and then a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes, what about the marksman, as long as he was assaulted in front of the caravan by my men, a single dash could cut down these caravan members.

"Rush it all!" The pit viper roared, but he no longer took the lead, but drew his obsidian dagger, and his body was short, and he disappeared into the shadows, as if he had disappeared in place.

He was going to kill the leader of the Riverbend tribe, and the others were nothing more than ants in his eyes, and only the tiger's teeth could be called opponents.

It's just that Xue's white feathers here are sharp, two bowstrings sounded, and two more warriors of the Greenstone tribe fell in response, at this time they had already rushed to Yang Jiao and the others, and with Yulia's shield wall shouting, the two centaur battle lines met.

Unlike the pushing and jostling in the Greywood Clan, this battle is the same as the decisive battle of the White Rock Clan, a life-and-death battle.

But the most elite men in the river bay were all taken out by Falcon Wing to catch cattle and sheep.

Yulia stood in the first row with her shields raised, shouting to boost her morale, and she was a little anxious when she saw that she could not take the other party for a while, because from the hillside she could see the distant wasteland, where the light of the torches flickered, and it was another army marching.

Now that the number of their own side is already at a disadvantage, all they can rely on is the relatively advanced cold weapon tactics of the shield wall, if the opponent's reinforcements arrive, whether it is outflanked from behind or from the side, their own side will definitely be defeated.

Xiao Xue retreated to the second row of the formation and stood next to Yang Jiao, he had no shield, only a makeshift sharpened wooden spear in his hand, and his lethality was limited.

"Huya, what about you?" Yulia shouted angrily, she was counting on that guy to rush into the formation to play the role of a meat grinder with one against ten.

Turning his head, he saw that the tiger teeth had been wrapped around a strange man, just on the flank of the team, the two of them were extremely fast, and their steps were moving, and they seemed to be inseparable.

It's just that the real battle situation is only understood by the two people in the heads-up.