The pass wasn't that far from the city, but in the end it was a step too slow. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As they approached the pass, the scouts in front reported that the enemy was not far away.

A sharp flute sounded, and the occupants immediately followed the method they had rehearsed before, and five or six squads huddled together, turning the whole team into a zigzag shape, divided into four squares, and the archers were in the gap between the four squares.

The pace of the whole team immediately slowed down, and once the whole team advanced, the speed could not be fast.

The scouts gathered around the line to prevent the enemy from getting tired.

Chen Jian estimated that it was impossible to reach the mountain pass, the training of the soldiers was still insufficient, and there was a lack of tactical maneuvering methods such as war horses.

"Rest on that little hill, scout watch."

After walking so far, I was a little tired, and since I couldn't grab the mountain pass position, I could only seize the time to rest for a while.

Now that the population is insufficient, there are not enough full-time soldiers, and Chen Jian can't help it.

If the city could support a hundred soldiers who were out of production, there would be no need for such trouble, and it would be impossible for the enemy to enter by building a castle pass where the two mountain passes must pass, and the enemy would not be able to enter.

How to say that his own people are not the kind of soldiers who dare not go out of the city to fight on horseback, and the leader of the other party has a slightly better brain, and he will definitely not dare to cross the pass and go directly to the city, unless he does not want to go back.

With the current productivity of the city, it will be able to support dozens of full-time soldiers in another year, but it is really impossible to raise it now, so now is also the time when the city is most vulnerable.

After this year, Chen Jian will not take the nomadic tribe of hundreds of people in the north in his eyes, and every year when the grass is dried after the beginning of autumn, he can force them to move away by taking the off-production soldiers to burn a circle.

Supposedly, victory cannot be pinned on the stupidity of the enemy, but the leader of that clan should not know that now is the time when his clan is at its most vulnerable.

The other party came on horseback, and Jian Chen didn't expect to leave all these people here, he just hoped that the other party could retreat in the face of difficulties and leave his tribe a complete harvest season.

The team had been pulled up a hill dozens of meters high, and he stood at the top and looked ahead, and a large group of horses and riders appeared in view.

Seven or eight riders were ahead, and the three scout squads of their own were already approaching in an inverted zigzag to drive away.

The soldiers on the hill also stood up and began to form a formation, and the archers were wiping the bowstrings with beeswax, and the previous exhaustion was soaked with some sweat and a little damp.

When several riders on the other side saw their scouts approaching, they knew that they were not opponents, so they all dispersed, keeping their distance, and the two sides did not fight.

Soon a large army of the enemy poured out of the mountain pass, and counted from a distance, the number was about a hundred, and Chen Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If there were only such a few people, they really didn't have to worry, even if they rushed to the vicinity of the city, they could completely defend it by those people in the city.

I just don't know what this group of people are here for, did they run here unintentionally? Or do you know about the existence of your own tribe?

The distance of two or three hundred miles does not seem to be far, but in this era, except for the migration of the entire tribe, few people have gone so far, which is already the limit.

After waiting for a while, he made sure that there was no one behind him, and the clansmen were almost rested, so he ordered: "The whole team, go down the mountain, and advance towards the mountain pass!" ”

The soldiers advanced in formation, moving extremely slowly to maintain formation, which was also a major drawback of the infantry.

If you want to have strong combat effectiveness, you need a whole team, but you will sacrifice speed, unless you train every day to form a habit, and last for decades, you may be able to train an army that is flexible in turning, can maintain both formation and speed, and now it is far behind, and can only have one leg.

At the mountain pass, the leader of the tribe looked at the army formation that was slowly moving in this direction, and a dark cloud was cast over his heart, as if the hill was moving.

"Awesome."

He secretly praised that this neat military formation was the scene he dreamed of. Of course, I want to see it in my own people.

Like a herd of horses on the grassland, a herd of horses cannot be easily caught, only scattered horses will be caught. It's hard to make your people as obedient as a herd of horses.

He knew very well that his people couldn't beat each other, and he knew he couldn't beat them from the moment he decided to bring his people here a few days ago to take a look.

Not long ago, a herd of deer migrating from the south passed near his tribe, and it is said that the deer do not migrate during this season, as if there was a fire in the mountains and forests to the south, and the deer began to migrate during this season.

The deer herd was followed by a group of men, all of whom were strong, chasing the deer every day, hunting the lone deer in the herd, and the deer also needed to rest, so these people could always keep up.

Originally, he wanted to capture or kill these people and sacrifice them to the spirit of war, but they were not easy to deal with, especially since the weapon in their hands was not stone, but something dark and far sharper than stone.

In the end, the battle did not start, and the other side exchanged ten swarthy weapons for some horses, and then continued to follow the deer herd away.

Although they could not understand their language, it was evident from the wounds on some of them that they had been defeated by the rest of the tribes.

After the exchange, the leader was shocked to hold the weapon that buzzed when struck, especially after seeing how easily wood could be cut with it.

He asked the sorcerers of the tribe who believed that animism, including war, bows and arrows, also had souls, and that the sorcerers could communicate with the spirits of all things after eating a gray mushroom that grew on horse manure - but the sorcerers of the tribe could not give an answer.

This is the second strange thing that has happened to the tribe in recent times.

The first thing was that in the winter, someone in the clan was killed and their heads were taken away.

There was snow everywhere, and there were footprints on the ground, which they followed until they disappeared in front of a rat hole on the bank of the river.

After eating the black mushroom, the witch spirit communicated with the spirit of all things, and the answer was that those people lived in this mouse hole, and when they came to the surface, they would become people, and they would usually hide in the cave only the size of ants.

He had dug ant nests when he was a child, and he had seen ants move, so he was convinced and led his people to dig that rat hole in the winter, and there was nothing but some mouse droppings and some plant seeds and nuts.

After eating the seeds, several of them developed a high fever.

The Witch Spirit believes that their souls have been taken away and must be killed and burned or the entire clan will suffer......

He had seen a large number of people from some tribes die on the grassland, and it was this symptom of fever that left only some empty tents, and there were such legends and traditions in the grassland, so he killed them and burned them, and at the same time killed a few slaves and sacrificed them to the spirit of war.

The three blood-coated stones were the altar of the Spirit of War, but when it came time he was furious!

Someone actually urinated near the altar, it was winter, and the white snow left a yellow mark on the ground, so frightened that the people slaughtered a horse and sacrificed it, praying that the spirit of war would not be angry.

He knew that this kind of thing would definitely not be done by his clansmen.

Back then, because of this god, the tribe on the grassland shed countless blood, and no one dared to blaspheme, he could only think of the tribe hiding in the mouse cave.

They had moved from far west, and with them many tribes believed in the spirit of war, and no one dared to blaspheme, even rival tribes.

These tribes drank the blood of their enemies' skulls and tanned their scalps into handkerchiefs for glory, which seemed to be majestic, but in fact these migratory tribes were all losers.

Since there has been a defeat, there has always been a war, and the cause of this tribal war is because of the gods.

All things have spirits, but there must always be a leader just like a man.

The leader of the gods of the steppe tribes is the spirit of war, and it has been like this for a long time, using war, bows and arrows, horses, and javelins to solve problems.

However, in their distant homeland, the tribes of a riverbank steppe gradually began to believe in the spirit of the earth, they began to burn and plant, and the worship of the spirit of war became less religious, and over time the spirit of the earth replaced the spirit of war.

The mythical spirit of war is invincible with a bow and arrow, riding a white horse with swan wings, and burning with the flames of the sun. He was in charge of bows and arrows, hunting, horses, and victory.

In the mythology of the tribes to the south, the spirit of war not only fell in status, but was actually defeated by the spirit of the earth in the story.

They call the earth Mother and no longer worship the spirits of war, or even need the spirits of witches to communicate with them.

They did not know that the status of the gods in mythology was closely related to the productivity and lifestyle of the tribe, and that the status of the land gods would gradually increase as the cultivation began, until they became one of the main gods, but the witches who sacrificed to the spirits of war, even if they did not understand it, would not allow their status to become dispensable.

And so a war broke out, and the spirit of war was victorious, but it was also defeated.

After the war, the tribes who believed in the spirit of the earth began to annex and fight, and more and more tribes left the flat, black soil, pasture-filled grasslands with their faith, and continued to move eastward.

Every older tribe remembered the war, many of the tribes that believed in the Earth Spirit were slaughtered, and the witches smashed the altar of the Earth Spirit and re-enshrined it with the Spirit of War, and the sacrifice was the head of the heretical tribes.

Because he believed in the spirit of war, when the leader saw the Chen Jian people, his heart was like a dark cloud covering the oppression.

The neat military formation is the military formation of the spirit of war in mythology, because the moon and stars are all soldiers of the spirit of war, they rise and fall in an orderly manner, and they will never be chaotic, which is also what the leader of each tribe on the grassland longs for his own people to do.

From the moment he met the tribe chasing the migration of the deer, he knew that the tribe in the south was not easy to deal with, and he did not think of killing them all like other tribes.

He just thought, since they were all in the south, maybe the same tribe that had defeated the tribe that had chased the migration of the deer also had that swarthy weapon, the clay pots that had been looted to hold water and milk, and salt and the rest of the goods.

If you can fight it, you can grab and kill, and if you can't beat it, you can consider exchanging, which has always been the way on the grassland.

He wanted to exchange, to exchange some items that his tribe urgently needed, and that his own tribe owned sheep and horses could be exchanged.

Seeing the killing intent on the other side, he knew that he would definitely not be happy to rush into the leader of the other party's territory, just like those disappeared footprints in the winter, he could feel this anger.

So he restrained his people, and according to the rules of the steppe, he put a man's skull on the ground, which contained wool and horsehair.

If the other party is willing to exchange, they will turn the skull over and buckle it on the ground, even if they don't agree, this is a gesture of goodwill.