If a bird flies over the valley, it will see such a sight.

In an area where the left bank of the river is washed by the current, forming a steep bank, the right bank is surrounded by flowing water, and the terrain is flat, and on the further right side of this flat terrain is a collapsing cliff.

The White Rock tribe was cut in two by the rocks and dirt that had fallen from the collapse, and the twenty or so people behind could not join the fifty-strong troops in front, and they had two options, climb over the mound formed by the collapse, or jump into the river and swim over, both of which would take time.

Yang Jiao knew that he could not accurately control the location of the collapse, but his original purpose was to form an advantage in local combat effectiveness.

Now it seems that it is not very successful, the ranks of the Baishi tribe are loose, and the people buried by the collapse are only a small part of them, and Yang Li is facing the elite of the Baishi tribe, and their numbers are still outnumbered.

Lion's Mane found that there were actually women among the warriors of the Hewan tribe, and at that moment he suddenly felt that the victory was in his hands, which showed that the Hewan tribe had reached the point where the lamp had run out, just like usual hunting, more than fifty warriors of the Baishi tribe rushed up with a howl, and the few warriors who ran fast were already twenty steps close to the queue of the Hewan tribe.

"Shield Wall!" Yulia drank.

Forty people, lined up in two columns, shoulder to shoulder, shield by shield, to meet the first wave of javelins of each other.

Yang Li also took a round shield, which was in the middle of the queue in the second row at this time, which was also the safest position, and when Yulia shouted the shield wall, he raised the shield to the position of the head level, and set it up between the two round shields of the shield bearers in the first row to resist the javelins falling from the air.

The sound of tuk tuk resounded, and some of the javelins made of stone spears were bounced off, and some pierced into the round shield, but they could not penetrate, and the effect was weak in front of the prepared shield wall.

More importantly, the tactics of the White Rock tribe are still hunting, they do not line up, they do not fire javelin volleys, whoever runs fast will rush to the front.

The tall warrior who now rushed to the front was none other than the third son of Lionmane, who was extremely brave in every hunt, and a stone spear made him skillful, and the wildebeest and wild boar that died in his hands were at least dozens.

Just like when he annexed other tribes in the past, his thinking was simple, kill one with a javelin, and then take the spear first, rushing left and right, and no one could stop him.

But the premise is to kill.

He crashed into the shield wall, but the people behind the shield wall just resisted, and he wanted to assassinate with a spear, but in front of him and to the left and right, there were layers of round shields close together, and several axes and short spears fell from above the round shield, and he didn't have three heads and six arms, where could he parry.

The third son of Lionmane, as if rushing to his death, was cut off by a shield and an axe, and died like that.

He hasn't even shown his skills yet.

"Shield Wall - Forward!" Yulia shouted, and at this time, the warriors of the White Rock tribe who dared to rush up scattered fell one after another, and the rest of the steps hesitated and looked at their leader.

Someone pulled out the horn from his waist and blew -

"Woo~"

At that moment, Yang Li seemed to be in the Valhalla of Norse mythology, with the burning earth under his feet, and the warriors were full of blood, just waiting to die in battle, they would be reborn in Valhalla, holding a horn cup, and drinking wine with themselves!

"What are you doing, give me all the rush!" Although Lionmane is brave, he is past the age of taking the lead, and he only knows that he has the upper hand in numbers and the quality of his warriors, and he will not be able to lose.

Yang Jiao squeezed into the first row, and poked the spear in his hand out of the gap in the shield wall at once, the enemy did rush up, and it was indeed close to the person, so what could it be?

Tiger Tooth and Hayabusa Wing guarded the flanks at both ends of the shield wall, trying to bypass the White Rock Tribe stragglers who attacked behind the shield wall, but they couldn't get past them.

Yulia's shield was leaning on the side of Yang Li's shield, her long golden hair was tied into a ponytail, and half of her face was painted blue with dye according to the habit of fans, which was quite like an ancient tribal warrior.

The spear transformed by a tactical dagger in Yang Li's hand is almost indestructible, as long as it is not pierced on the opposite side of the square shield, it is a blood hole that emerges from somewhere, and the sharpness of modern special steel is completely beyond the imagination of the ancients.

This is the third Baishi tribal warrior that Yang Li stabbed down, watching the other party fall down with his wounds covered in horror, Yang Li couldn't help but say sorry in his heart, maybe you met in the wasteland, catch the right one, you can kill two me, but now, ten civilians like me can defeat twice as many barbarian warriors like you.

This is the power of unity, and even a group of soldiers who are simply trained is a weapon of war called an army.

It wasn't born to hunt, it was born to kill its own kind more efficiently.

A few shouts, the shield wall went in again.

Holding a square shield, the unorganized battle line of the Baishi tribe was crumbling, Lion's Mane personally slashed and killed, the battle axe in his hand was made of obsidian, which was relatively rare in the Yellow River Valley, and the round shield of the two Hewan Land warriors was cut alive and was slaughtered by Lion's Mane, and there was a gap in the position of the shield wall.

Falcon Wing was still guarding the flanks, and Tiger Fang swung his hammer and smashed Lionmane's other son into meat sauce, and then faced Lionmane's remaining five sons, without losing the slightest.

But the gap opened by the lion's mane needs someone to plug it after all.

Yang Li and Yulia glanced at each other and squeezed towards that position.

Lionmane's obsidian battle axe collided with a stone short axe, and the power of the short axe made his palms numb, and when he looked up, he was actually a female warrior taller than him.

A hint of greed flashed in the corners of Lionmane's eyes, the wives of his tribe were all round-waisted and thick-shouldered women, who had never seen a blonde and blue-eyed Slav like Yulia, and he had already begun to imagine the scene of captive her back and ravaging her at will after winning this battle.

It's just that Yulia smiled contemptuously, retracted her shield, turned sideways, and swung it out.

Shield Strike!

Lionmane only felt that he had been hit by the door panel, and suddenly staggered a few steps, briefly losing his center of gravity.

"Yang Li!" Yulia used her shield against Lionmane, the leader of the Whitestone Clan, without giving him the slightest chance to adjust his focus.

Yang Li also ignored the fact that he and Yulia had broken into the line of the warriors of the Baishi tribe, threw the round shield, followed in two steps, raised the spear made of tactical daggers, and sent it straight into the chest.

Blood splashed, and the fierce body of the lion's mane pushed the golden mountain and poured the jade pillar, crashing to the ground.

The white stone elites around the lion's mane were all stunned, and they didn't know why they were fighting for a moment.

"Yikes!" Yulia crouched in front of the body of the lion's mane, raised her stone axe like crazy, cut off his head three times, and then raised her head high, not caring that she might be beaten, and shouted, "Lion's mane is dead!" ”

The cry spread like a vicious disease among the ranks of the White Rock tribe.

"Lionmane is dead?"

"Lionmane is dead!"

Several of the White Rock warriors threw down their spears and turned around and ran. The twenty or so people who were cut off by the collapse had just climbed over the mound, but what they saw was the head of the patriarch who was blinding.

Lionmane's other son was also hammered to death by the tiger's fangs, and the rest suddenly lost their will to fight.

The morale of the White Rock tribe collapsed.

"Lay down your arms, disarm or kill!" Yang Li shouted.

The rest of the tribe shouted with the patriarch.

The shield wall stepped over, leaving corpses in its wake.

With the appearance of the first deserter and the first to surrender, the elite of the White Rock tribe, the young and middle-aged living force of their entire tribe, was completely defeated.

Thirty of them were killed in battle, three escaped, two fell into the river and disappeared, and the rest were all taken prisoner, making a total of forty-five people.

And Hewandi only paid the price of five killed and eight wounded.

It was a landslide victory, and Falcon and Tiger Tooth were elated to escort back more than forty captives, who, according to the Yang chieftain, would be temporarily enslaved as cattle until they behaved well or had done enough years of hard labor before they could regain their freedom.

This idea is completely beyond the imagination of the two brothers, and they can even imagine a better life in the future.

They went out hunting and brought back plenty of meat, slaves ploughed the land outside the settlements to provide food, and wives were able to give birth to more sons, forming a group of warriors who were related by blood.

The strength of the family will be strengthened more and more.

The two brothers didn't realize that this was the way slave owners were thinking.

Yang Li brought slavery to this wild land in advance.

"Hayabusa, you take ten people and escort the captives back to the riverbend, and the rest of you will follow me to destroy the White Rock Clan." Yang Li's order was unexpected, and no one expected that after an epic victory, the leader would immediately make such a decision.

"Chief, still fighting?" Huya was a little puzzled, of course he wasn't cowardly, but this battle killed almost all the combatants of the Baishi tribe, and then did it make sense to fight a war of extermination? Moreover, there is a distance of a day and a half between the two tribes, and even if they rule the foot of the mountain, it will definitely be inconvenient for the two places to travel back and forth.

What's more, the land of the Baishi tribe will not be more fertile than the river bend.

"It is advisable to chase the poor bravely, and not to sell the name of the overlord."

This is the truth that the founding leaders taught us, a large tribe of 400 people, the number of women and children can be imagined, it will not take a year, only half a year for them to recover, and then it will still be a threat to the riverlands.

It is to take advantage of the fact that those deserters have no time to go back to report the news, and to take advantage of their women and teenagers before they have time to organize resistance, and they will enter the settlement in one go and capture the population cleanly!

Yang Jiao began a rapid march, and in the wasteland where there was no road, he pulled up a team to run more than 30 kilometers, that is, a distance of nearly a marathon, and the difficulty can be imagined.

But Yang Jiao must not wait, even if ten people are killed on the journey today, as long as he conquers the Baishi tribe, all the costs can be recovered.

"Quick, throw all the shields away, run!" At that moment, Yulia was possessed by the Soviet political commissar and urged desperately, so she almost raised a small pistol in her hand and shot those backward elements.

On the land of the Yellow River system, the first collective marathon in the history of the great river civilization began.

For the whole afternoon, no one spoke, and the whole group only breathed heavily, during which three men fell on the road and would not get up again.

Beyond the hill and the river, only the camp of the old and weak women and children of the Baishi tribe was at the foot of the mountain ahead.

Yang Li let people rest on the spot for a while, then picked up the head of the lion's mane, and then killed it in one go, easily crushing the last resistance of the Baishi tribe, the so-called barbarian era, the destruction of the country in a war, the rise of a war, nothing more than this.

The labor force of more than 300 people was used as slaves after being captured, and as long as Yang Jiao was given half a year, he was confident that he would reclaim the fertile soil along the river in the river bay land.

Of course, Yang Jiao couldn't wait to wipe out the Baishi tribe, in addition to robbing the population, there was another important reason.

They would make pottery, and they had potters, i.e., more advanced production processes.

If you don't light up the technology of pottery, the bronze technology behind it will not be able to climb, and there will be no way to talk about bronze swords and spears.

"Send me the order to bring me all the potters." Yang Jiao sat on the bearskin chair in the tribal hall before the lion's mane was born, and commanded with pride.

The White Rock tribe has officially been declared extinct.