After the land was allocated, all activities in the city centered on harvesting wheat, and a total of seventy iron scythes were made, and almost all of the meteorite iron was used to make this agricultural tool, leaving only a small part for backup. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A large number of sacks, barns, ropes, and ox carts were also being made with all their might, praying that it would be sunny in a few more days, and that it would not rain.

The people of the city were busy, and the people outside the city were not idle.

On the high hill north of the castle, a wooden tower stood, and all the trees on the top of the hill that obstructed the view were cut down.

A small three-person castle built of stone was near the wooden tower, which was built before Chen Jian conquered the Meteorite tribe in the first place, just to guard against the tribe with horses in the north.

He surveyed the terrain here, and there were two mountain passes that could be accessed at any time, and the rest of the places were either swamps or no rivers, and if he wanted to reach the riverside plains near the city on horseback, he had to enter through two mountain passes, after all, horses and men had to drink water, and they could not burrow into the woods.

On the top of the mountain, there have been two five-man squads of warriors since the last time, changing every ten days.

Two charcoal fires are lit on top of the castle at all times, and a large amount of hay and a leather blower are stacked next to it.

The task of the ten men was to keep an eye on the mountain pass in the distance, and as soon as they noticed a large number of people, they would cover the charcoal with hay and fresh grass, and blow it with a leather basket to emit thick smoke.

They were the fifth team to be transferred here from the first station, and the team was watching from the wooden tower.

The resting Wu Chang was carving a stone in the mud room of the battlement platform to give it to the woman he liked, and the two soldiers were playing the game that Chen Jian had taught them: backgammon. The other two stood aside, not being gentlemen, babbling where to fall, and one of them cursed incessantly.

Wu Chang was thinking about waiting for the break to find an acorn to make a hole in the stone mountain he had carved, when a hurried shout suddenly came from the wooden tower.

"Quick! Ignition! Ignition! ”

The man on the wooden tower jumped directly from the wood as high as the two of them, and rushed into the stone castle with one limp leg, and the people inside immediately panicked, and Wu Chang scolded these damn scalping tribesmen, who were obviously close to carving in a few clicks.

The two men pushed and pulled the leather bark vigorously, and the already gray charcoal immediately ignited the hay and birch bark on it, and a large amount of fresh grass and sheep dung were piled on it, blowing the wind vigorously, and the smoke suddenly floated up.

"Is lime enough?"

"Enough, enough food and water, and more than a hundred feathered arrows."

Captain Wu judged for a moment, looked at the dangerous mountain road, hurriedly climbed to the wooden tower, and looked at the river valley in the distance, where a group of people were riding on a kind of livestock he had seen in the north in winter, and seemed to be a little flustered after seeing the smoke.

He counted roughly, and the number seemed to be small, only seventy or eighty, and he didn't know whether they came first or followed.

It's too far away to see clearly, jump off the wooden tower, remove the ladder outside the stone wall, and the small stone castle that is more than three people tall is very safe, and there is no need to worry at all.

The food and water in it were enough to last for more than ten days, and the people of the tribe would drive them away, and the order that Jian Chen gave him was to light a fire and set off smoke, just keep it.

But he had other thoughts, Chen Jian once said that those who made meritorious contributions in the war could be rewarded, maybe a clay pot, maybe a bone flute, or even a sheep.

The reward is one's own, not within the clan, just like the croissant comb in a woman's hand, which can be used for oneself, and can be put on one's body when not in use, or even not for others.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little restless in my heart, perhaps, I would have something of my own to exchange for some good things to give to that woman.

Knowing that it was impossible for those people to run to the mountain on their livestock, they might send a few people to the top of the mountain to check, so he turned around and said, "Your team is here to stay, and my team will follow me down the mountain." ”

"Ken said let's just set it on fire."

"We've already set the fire, and Ken has said that if you do your own thing, you can do something other than the order, and there will be a reward. Do you want to eat sheep? Do you want to give cooked lamb to a woman? Do you want to give a woman a croissant comb? Listen to me if you want to, I am the one who will be whipped when something happens, and the credit for killing the enemy is ours. ”

Several people looked at the smoke that had been lit, nodded and said, "Okay!" ”

The members of the team took the brass dagger and bow and followed him quietly down the mountain.

Wu Chang thought, if these people don't come, if they do, they have to leave a few heads.

The last time I fought Song, I took people to block the final impact of the falling star, and those who were alive were given back the treatment of four people living in a room, and I was convinced, I only hated the battle I followed the tanuki that stupid, the impact was too late, don't say the credit, and I was laughed at after I went back, and after the tanuki got sick, I was taught by Chen Jian how to grasp the fighter all day long.

It is impossible for five people to go straight down the mountain, but if this group of people leaves a few breaks, then they can fight together.

Although these people don't look like him, the wolf skin didn't bring back several heads last time, and in his words, a sword stabbed into it is death. The head was still hanging on the city wall, and now it had been crow-clung to the bones, and if you looked closely, it was the same except for the skin.

The five men crept around behind the mountain, and boldly hid in the trees where they came.

The palms of the captain were full of sweat, and if this was discovered by the brigade, he would be dead. But isn't that the merit of merit, what others dare not do is the merit, and what others can do, it is not worth anything.

"Ken should have seen the smoke, right?"

He thought so, and said in his heart, "That's why people want to fight the city?" That's not enough!

After more than a year of training, the people in the city almost subconsciously threw away all the work in their hands.

The auxiliaries drove the slaves into the city and hoisted the drawbridges on three sides, leaving only the northern one.

A large amount of lime and feather arrows were sent to the mud towers on both sides of the drawbridge.

The soldiers quickly ran to the square to line up, the auxiliaries distributed weapons to the soldiers, and a dozen scouts rode the horned deer out of the city first, ready to drive away the other party's scouts, looking at the yellowed ears of wheat, and scolded in their hearts, if this was ruined by that group of people, it would be in vain for themselves and their clansmen to be busy for so long!

Chen Jian stood in the square, beating the drum and counting, and the red fish hurriedly bit off the thick twine that was sewing the leather armor, ran over to put it on him, and then hurried to the warehouse.

After the twelve drums, the captains of each squad had arrived, and the weapons were distributed.

The women took out from the storehouse the bags of acorn flour biscuits that had been prepared enough to eat for three days, and placed them on both sides of the drawbridge, so that the soldiers passing by could take them with their hands, one bag per person. This has been rehearsed dozens of times in advance, and there is no mistake in the slightest.

Except for a few who were sick at dawn of the morning, the rest of the people had already arrived, and if the twelve drums could not be gathered, the whipping would be light.

The five slaves who were guarding the sheepfold by the city wall looked enviously at the ready soldiers, looked back at the sheep, and sighed heavily—after the last escape, the five of them had not only lost their qualifications as countrymen, but also lost their honor, and the rabbit's ears had not yet been removed, and they had no chance to stand in the ranks again.

Chen Jian counted the team loudly, except for those who followed the auxiliaries and various tribes to pull the boat of the Eyue tribe, more than 150 soldiers in the city had all arrived.

He raised the Wufeng in his hand and didn't say anything to lift his spirit, but scolded bitterly: "! ”

The soldiers were even more irritable in their hearts, seeing that they were about to harvest the wheat, they cursed in unison with Jian Chen, and the cries were all over for a while.

In order, five people in a row, quickly walked across the suspension bridge, took the dry food bags on both sides of the suspension bridge and carried them on their backs, and hurriedly followed behind Chen Jian's white deer.

Scouts are constantly running back from a distance, and as long as the scouts are in control, they don't need to form a team at once for the time being.

Chen Jian rode on the deer, his heart was also mixed, looking at the wheat that had turned yellow and ready to be harvested, it was the first time that he hated a tribe so much.

He was always on the lookout for the tribe to the north, and although it took a long time to look for them in winter, it would be two or three hundred miles at most if he walked through the valley instead of climbing trees.

Now is the time when the tribe is most idle and wants to fight: the young of the livestock have been born and do not need to be cared for, the grass is tender and there is no need to fight for a long time, there is no need to choose the autumn when the horses are the fattest, this is not the era of nomadic farming, just tribal warfare.

And now is not the time to stock up on hay for the winter, you can concentrate a large number of people on the expedition, and by the way, you can also capture some slaves to prepare for mowing the grass after the beginning of autumn.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, this is the first harvest of the clan, and Jian Chen doesn't want to make any mistakes.

I am not afraid of them when I have a military formation, and I don't even have stirrups, and when I don't even have stirrups, I am looking for death when I attack the infantry formation.

Jian Chen was sure that the tribe did not have the ability to harass with mounted archery.

Mounted archery is either a recurved bow with a shorter body but more power, or an odd riding bow with a long top and a short bottom, otherwise the horse-drawn bow will be caught in the legs or the horse's back.

In this era, an infantry has plenty of bows and arrows and bronze weapons, and it is not a problem to rely on the military formation to fight three at a time.

But the decision of the battle is not in his hands, the tactical mobility of the cavalry far exceeds that of the infantry, and there is no need to really fight, as long as he harasses him and cannot harvest, it is equivalent to wasting two years of the clansmen's time!

The nearby woods burned down, leaving behind a large number of wooden fences that hindered the horses' advance, which he had prepared in advance, knowing that the tribe might go south, but this was the last time he wanted.

I know that walking fast will cause fatigue, but now I can't care about it, so I can only rush for time.

"Speed up! Rush to the mountain pass as soon as possible! Fast! Fast! ”

Shouting loudly, the pace of the soldiers gradually increased, and the scouts were all sent out, according to the method that had been worked out a long time ago, and all the hilltops of several hills had their own scouts, and they reported back every once in a while.

Almost all of them were in a state of extreme anger.

Before the drums sounded, they were still pondering the taste of wheat rice and the kind of ground wheat flour wrapped in meat stuffed food that Chen Jian said, but now they were going to fight!

Maybe it's a long time before you can eat the food that makes your mouth water? This is simply intolerable!