The trumpets were blown, and the cowhide drums rumbled with the beating of the drumsticks.

Yang Li and Yulia stood side by side at the head of the city in the north, the autumn wind was blowing, blowing the dragon banner behind them.

Huya held the flag in one hand, not moving at all, and its Xue Pijiang, Falcon Wing, Lieshan Candle, and Zhang Shukui each held their blades, and the soldiers came up from the steps on the back of the city wall and lined up on the city wall more than two meters wide.

There were thirty bows traded from the Greywood tribe, but the time was too short to train qualified archers, let alone half of the sharpshooters like Xue Pijiang, so most of them were part-time archers, and they would abandon bows and arrows in hand-to-hand combat to defend themselves against the enemy in close combat.

The reinforcements of the Gray Wood Clan were more than twenty people, plus Xue Pijiang, to form a real archery team.

The structure of the alliance of the black blood tribes is complicated, some people only hold a sharpened wooden stick, some people have a bag of stones in their hands, some people only hold rudimentary javelins, some are shirtless, some are wrapped in animal skins, and their equipment is extremely messy.

But their Chinese army did not move, and they were surrounded by a group of warriors dressed in rhino skins.

It must be the location of the Great Black Blood Chieftain.

Yang Jiao looked from afar, but he couldn't see the specific situation clearly, in a battle of this scale, it was not realistic to attack and kill the enemy chieftain.

In the barbarian era, there was no war horse like a red rabbit, there was no god general like Guan Erye, and it was not realistic to take the head of a general among the ten thousand armies.

The enemy's army is seven or eight times that of itself, and it is necessary to make a good plan and abandon the idea of a decisive battle.

Before the first wave of warriors of the Blackblood Clan had even landed, they were washed by the rain of arrows.

Xue Pijiang's eyesight was as accurate as a rangefinder.

"Fifty steps—"

"Forty-five steps!"

"Forty steps—"

"Thirty-five steps...... Put! ”

The enemy troops from the north crossed the river and tried to attack the city directly, they were densely spread on the river beach seventy meters away from the city wall, and as soon as they looked up, they heard the sharp sound of a bow arm deformation at the head of the wall, and then a wave of dense black spots appeared in the air in front of them.

The black dots are rapidly enlarged.

Whoosh, the feathered arrow shoots to the high point of the parabola, and then falls smoothly driven by gravity.

A bloody light bloomed among the warriors of the Black Blood Clan who landed on the shore.

The first warriors of the Black Blood Tribe, who landed on the shore, had no shields, only stone axes and spears, and in the face of the blows of fifty bows and arrows, there were almost no means of protection, and they fell down one by one.

Zhang Shukui inherited the archery skills of the old village chief Zhang, and vowed to compare with Xue Pijiang, but the two just calmly put Bai Yu on the string, shot one shot at a time, and shot the arrow accurately at the enemy who had not yet landed.

The people who are targeted by them are often still wading in the waist-deep Luo River, and they always have all kinds of vigorous skills, but they can't avoid the precise arrows at all because of the obstacles of the torrent.

Finally, when Zhang Shukui shot down the fifth person, he gave up the idea of competing, because at this time, Xue Pijiang's longbow had already shot ten people.

There is no better shooter in the world than this.

Yang Li ordered those armed with javelins and throwing axes to stand still, and whoever threw their weapons before the order was given a heavy penalty after the battle.

The military order was like a mountain, and a team of more than 100 people stood on the city wall, except for the archers, the rest of the people only let out heavy breathing and clenched the throwing weapons in their hands.

The first wave of enemy troops who had crossed the river finally approached after dropping the bodies of dozens of people, and it seemed to them that the walls were only forty paces away from the river bank, and with a single dash, they would definitely be able to reach it.

But when the survivors approached twenty meters, Yang Li finally gave the order.

"Ready—throw the spear!"

Not to mention how the warriors of the Black Blood Clan climbed the city wall, they found that the distance of just twenty meters had become an insurmountable moat!

Javelins and throwing axes rained down from the city.

The screams were incessant, and even the strongest warriors could only be helpless in the face of hundreds of dense javelins!

Shield?

Two throwing axes hit and shattered for you.

Skins?

The javelin that fell from the head of the city at a height of five or six meters carried a strong potential energy and penetrated directly!

There was no suspense, the first attempt of the black blood tribe to attack was repulsed, and the combined fire of medium and long-range bows and arrows plus close-range throwing weapons completely shattered the invaders' will to fight, they left behind more than fifty corpses, and at the same time evacuated with the same number of wounded, and when they crossed the river and returned, they were killed by Xue Pijiang's longbow and a few people.

Yang Li taught the invaders a lesson with blood and death, the northern part of the river bend is a moat, and you can't touch it.

Before the invention of various siege equipment in later generations, rivers were an out-and-out natural hazard.

There are two reasons why so many cities originate around rivers.

First of all, the bends of the river move slowly under the washing of the water, and the bends of the river are cut and straightened, leaving lakes of various sizes near the river, but this is the best place to produce food until the river breaks through the narrow part of the bay.

Secondly, this kind of terrain surrounded by water on three sides and land on one side is a natural fortress terrain, and the construction of the moat saves a lot of engineering, even after the popularization of steel in later generations, the heavy armor warriors want to break through the moat and hesitate again and again - don't wear armor, the bow and arrow at the head of the city will take you as a target, put on armor, and don't want to climb up if you fall into the water.

The Blackblood tribe gave up attacking the city from due north and detoured to the east.

With the good view provided by the main fort, Yang Li saw that it took them nearly a day to successfully cross the river from the lower reaches and then assemble and set up camp.

If there are no accidents, the next day, Luohe Castle will face the most severe test.

The enemy will launch a general attack from the front, that is, from the direction of the city gates.

The next day's battle was launched at dawn, and Yang Li was surprised to find that the soldiers rushing up on the opposite side were carrying wooden shields in their hands, these shields looked improvised and very simple, but they could largely avoid the killing of arrows.

There is an inevitable reason why human beings rushed out of Africa to occupy the entire planet.

The most important of these is creation and imitation.

Yesterday's battle on the river beach, the warriors of the Black Blood tribe were killed and wounded by bows and arrows, but in just one night, they were able to solve the problem and find a solution to make the loss smaller.

However, the terrain of the soil slope set by Yang Li is definitely not so easy to crack, and the pressure may not be great when rushing up the gentle slope, but the downhill is very steep, and the short trench-like distance from the city wall is an out-and-out slaughterhouse.

The bows and arrows and javelins at the head of the wooden fort wall repelled three waves of enemies in a row, killing nearly 100 people, and the arrow towers on both sides and the main fort shooting holes that joined the city defense system all contributed to the maximum firepower output.

But Yang Li knew that things were far from being so simple, after these three waves of defense, it seemed that his side only had single-digit casualties, but the physical strength of most of the clansmen had been seriously depleted.

There were not many feather arrows originally prepared, and only a third was left, and if there were two more attacks, it would be exhausted.

The number of javelins is sufficient, and the remaining wood used to build the castle before has been simply processed and carbonized to make it a simple wooden javelin, but the power of this thing varies too much depending on the user.

In Yulia's hand, the javelin was thrown to the head, and she added a buff to the Sharapova-style rage, and she was able to throw more than thirty meters away in an instant—this was still in the form of a flat shot.

But ordinary clansmen, if they can throw 20 meters, they are qualified, and if they lack physical strength, they are already thankful for throwing more than 10 meters.

When the midday attack came again, Yang Li was startled by a feather arrow that flew over his scalp.

What the situation.

When I looked closely, a group of hunters appeared on the opposite dirt slope, all of them with familiar hunting bows in their hands, and they were shooting a volley at the head of their own city.

It is the usurper of the Greywood tribe, the White Ear.

Under the pressure of the black blood clan, this ambitious guy did not hesitate to join the invaders' side, maybe Yang Jiao's management of the river bend land during this time gave him too much pressure, he knew that even if he did not surrender the black blood tribe, he would still not be able to escape the liquidation of the river bend land after the war.

So it became almost inevitable that he would join the enemy with archers.

Zhang Shukui's eyes were about to split, he immediately commanded the shooters to counterattack, but the effect was not good, first, everyone fought all morning, and the strength to draw the bow was almost gone, and second, his men and horses were only the most loyal to Lao Zhang, but they were not the best archery.

If it weren't for the city wall, Xiao Zhang's team of archers would have been shot over.

Yulia and Xue Bijiang saw it in their eyes, and they were anxious and wanted to support, but the effect was not good, because the other party arranged shield-wielding warriors on the dirt slope to protect this team of archers.

Yang Li looked in the direction where the black-blooded chief was located - according to the understanding of the two days, the surname of the black-blooded chieftain was Jiang Ming, long live, this surname is very famous, it is the surname of Emperor Yan, Chiyou, and Jiang Ziya, and it is also one of the earliest origin surnames of the Chinese nation.

His Chinese army advanced from the original place a mile away, to five hundred meters away from the city gate, it seems that it has the intention of acting as a supervisor, but it has not yet been put into battle, but looking at the posture of those elite soldiers sharpening their swords, the time to launch a decisive battle is coming.

Yang Li and Yulia glanced at each other - we also left a reserve, but there are more than 100 people in the reserve team, but there are only a group of elite soldiers built by Yulia in a modern training method a few days ago, and there are so many people if you count the humanoid weapon Huya.

The next wave of attacks came, and the city began to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Some of the Blackblood tribes climbed with their bare hands, while others worked together to carry thick tree trunks to the city wall and raise the trunk to the top of the wall - they didn't have the concept of a ladder, maybe they just subconsciously knew how to use tools to achieve the purpose of climbing to the top of the city.

Bai Er was in this siege team, Zhang Shukui was eager for revenge, and led his archers directly to meet him, and fought with the climbing troops.

"White-eared old thief, take your life!"

"Hairy boy, the patriarch has a heavy position, when the virtuous live in it, I am the one who obeys the people's heart, and you are a traitor to the tribe!"

The two of them went head-to-head in life and death, and the people around them caught and killed each other, and they couldn't intervene for a while.

Yang Li looked bad, although Comrade Xiao Zhang's archery skills were good, he had never participated in hunting a few times, and his hand-to-hand combat skills were even more commonplace, so he hurriedly found someone to rescue, so he shouted Falcon Wing.

In less than ten rounds of the white ear battle, he used a flint tomahawk to open the spear, kicked Zhang Shukui in the abdomen, broke the center of gravity, and then followed a step, the tomahawk turned around, and slashed at the door of the head.

Xiao Zhang fell to the ground in an instant, and the troops here shouted in unison, hugged him hard, and snatched him back, but when he saw the injury, he was already outgoing more and less in, and the situation was very dangerous.

Hayabusa led about fifty spear-wielding warriors and drove down the black-blooded clan army that had ascended to the top of the city in a fierce battle.

The pit viper hadn't shown up yet, but Yang Li knew that he must be in the formation.

The Chinese army of the Great Black Blood Chief began to move, they were lined up in a neat line, everyone with obsidian blades in their hands, dressed in rhino skins, and the first two rows of people holding shields, shouting neat slogans, and their steps were firm and neat, approaching the city wall.