At a distance of five hundred paces, two completely different primitive armies were gradually approaching, and the speed of approach was extremely slow.

The three-headed horned deer captured by Chen Jian proved many things, such as the fact that the opposite side could not charge, but could only be used as a tactical maneuver, and that it was necessary to jump off the horned deer as an infantry on horseback during battle. There is no way to shoot with a mounted bow without a shorter recurve bow, and a longbow is too short to shoot an arrow.

The organizational force on the opposite side could not allow the tactics he was worried about, there was no point in having fewer people, there was more people and the front was empty, and the front was their home, and it was impossible for them to give up.

So he didn't worry about "clever tricks" such as hiding behind his back, he just beat the war drums repeatedly, and followed the team to move forward little by little.

More than thirty stone axemen dressed in double wicker armor followed behind the group, thirty paces from the first row.

When they had approached about one hundred and twenty paces, they had reached the distance of throwing their bows and arrows, and the servant army on the right flank was obviously a little out of touch with their own ranks, and was slightly ahead.

The badger estimated that he felt his bow, put his arrow shoes on his shoes, and shot the first arrow. His people followed his example and began to shoot.

More than 100 untrained archers put their arrows at different angles, and the arrows that fell were also uneven.

By the time they landed, the arrows had little power, unless they could hurt them if they hit the eye. The wicker armor, which could not stop the flat fire at close range, easily bounced away the feathered arrows that had exhausted their speed, and occasionally a few pierced into it, but it did not hurt the flesh and skin.

Seeing the opponent shoot arrows, the team was slightly flustered, but after withstanding the first round of arrow rain, it gradually quieted down again.

Jian Chen did not allow his archers to shoot, and told them to hold back and shoot again when they were forty or fifty paces.

Hua and the three clansmen stood beside Jian Chen, holding wicker shields to protect the war drums. Jian Chen did not let them be on the front line, fearing that they would charge on their own because of hatred and lead the team up.

After thirteen more paces of progress were made, the other man fired another round, and two feathered arrows were stuck in the wicker shield that Birch was holding.

The badger in the distance pointed at Chen Jian, who was beating the drum, and shouted at the clansmen: "Shoot there!" ”

He didn't like the sound of the drums, and the combination of the slowly advancing ranks made him feel a little suffocated, so the second round of feathered arrows was almost all thrown in that direction.

Chen Jian tried his best not to look at the feathered arrows flying in the sky, constantly reminding himself not to be afraid, they couldn't shoot accurately at such a distance. This was his first fight, and he will probably have to fight countless battles in the future, and he will have to overcome his fears.

Unlike the clansmen, these clansmen have enough courage, they are not conscripts who have not seen blood in the previous feudal era, everyone has become strong enough in the fight against nature, and in their eyes the enemy is nothing more than a wolf, a tiger, and a leopard that can stand.

The only difference between his own people and the right-wing servant army was a little bit of discipline, and at this time the distance was less than a hundred paces, and the right-wing servant army no longer listened to the sound of drums, let alone made them stop, and those who carried bows and arrows drew their feathered arrows and shot at the opposite side.

I know that I can't shoot at such a distance, but I will still feel more comfortable after shooting, at least I am no longer like a lamb to the slaughter, and it doesn't matter if I can shoot or not.

They had already stood too far forward, about six or seven paces forward, and some of the men with stone spears and axes were visibly anxious.

The movement of these people drove the right side of their own people, and the pace of the uncle on the far right was obviously much faster than usual.

He hurried to the junction and told his uncle on the far right not to move, and to be level with the acorns on the riverbank.

The left flank was covered by the riverbank, and there was no commotion from the servants, so it still maintained its original pace.

Jian Chen had no choice but to stand closer to the junction, using words and drums to try to quiet the clansmen on the right.

After a pause to regroup, the enemy fired another round of feathered arrows. This time there were casualties, six arrows hit the servant army on the right flank, and two of his own people were also stabbed in the arm.

"Keep going!"

The drum sounded again, and the clansmen who had been hit by the arrow in their arms pulled out their feathered arrows, and moved forward little by little, enduring the stinging pain and fear.

The enemy was in front, and the clansmen were not as flustered as the foreigners on the right flank, because they were relatives on the left and right, which made them feel at ease. It's just that this slow pace makes them feel very uncomfortable, and the idea of rushing over immediately is barely suppressed by three months of training.

They were able to suppress their impulses, and the servant army on the right flank could no longer bear it.

There was no war drum in their ears, and they could only see themselves moving slowly while the enemy's feathered arrows kept coming.

One of the people was hit by an arrow and let out a scream, and this oppressive feeling was accompanied by a scream, and finally it broke out completely.

I don't know who shouted, and after the roar, a man rushed forward with a stone axe, and the rest of the people also shouted and followed.

They only want to be close to the enemy, and would rather die under a stone axe than be shot like prey.

Eighty steps! Jian Chen visually measured the distance, it was meaningless to charge from such a distance, but those people didn't obey their orders at all, and even led their own people, and their pace was obviously faster than just now.

At this time, we can't mess around, I'd rather be slower. So obviously he had only walked seven or eight steps, and the rapid drum sounded again, and Jian Chen roared loudly: "Don't rush!" Slow down! Slow down! ”

But the uncle still couldn't hold back, and was slapped in the face by Chen Jian who took out the rattan.

"Do you want to be exiled from the clan?"

The scorching pain calmed him down, and then he remembered Jian Chen's previous words, the worst of those who did not obey orders on the battlefield would be exiled from the tribe, and this proposal was agreed to by everyone.

The habits that had been cultivated for three months, and the fear of exile, finally took effect, and the people were once again in order. The two five-person squads that had been following the second row were called to the right by Jian Chen, and those servants had already rushed to twenty or thirty paces away.

The badger was keenly aware of the commotion, and as usual with hunting, those who rushed over were the fawns that had been driven out of the herd.

But this time, unlike hunting, he was not hunting the fawn, but to destroy the first deer in the herd, the one beating the drum. As long as he is killed, he believes that the other party will definitely panic.

The opportunity is fleeting, and now is an opportunity, Jian Chen's right side is already empty, as long as he goes around to the right, those who are slow will be messed up, and if he has more people, he will definitely win.

"Throw away the bow and arrows and pick up the stone axe!"

The badger's people immediately picked up the stone spears and axes from the ground, and he divided them into more than forty people and shouted, "You are at those who are making a fuss." ”

There were seventy or eighty people rushing in a hurry, and he didn't expect his people to destroy them, but only hoped that they would buy him time.

He took the remaining one hundred and fifty or sixty people, as long as he scattered the slow-moving enemies, and then came back to destroy the rest, and these panicked fawns were not taken into his eyes at all.

More than forty clansmen, armed with stone axes and stone spears, rushed towards the chaotic army of servants in an orderly manner, and the two teams collided more than twenty paces away from the badger, fighting with the usual skills of fighting tigers and leopards.

The badger clenched the stone axe and rushed towards Chen Jian's right with all the remaining clansmen, where there were already flaws, and there were only a hundred of these slow people, and he had enough confidence.

"Rush!"

With a shout, he grazed the edge of the brawl and rushed straight forward.

He thought perfectly, and led all the clansmen to attack Chen Jian's right flank, these people who were slowly advancing were difficult to fight head-on, but as long as they rushed to the side, they would be completely messed up, and there was no difference between them and their own clansmen.

However, when he rushed up, he found that it was not as simple as he thought, his own people had formed a scattered flat line after rushing out a dozen steps, only more than fifty people followed him, and more people were scattered to the front of the battle line.

He wanted to shout for his people to come here, but there were roars everywhere, and his voice could not be heard by the people who ran wildly.

Looking at these people around him, staring at Chen Jian who was beating the drum in the distance to let the clansmen fight the enemy, he gritted his teeth.

"These people are enough, as long as they kill Jian, these people will be completely messed up!"

He is the best hunter in the tribe, no one can beat him, as long as there is chaos on the other side, he will definitely kill the guy who is beating the drum.

So he didn't care about the clansmen who rushed around, and rushed to Chen Jian's right flank with more than fifty people around him.

The two five-person teams on Jian Chen's side were already standing on the right side. All the clansmen heard the drums and stood still, waiting for the battle to come, and two men in the squad armed with stone axes and wicker shields also stood behind the spearmen, defending the flanks and rear.

Song led thirty people to the back and asked Jian Chen loudly, and Jian Chen shouted, "Listen to the drums!" Don't move! Wandering exiled tribes! ”

The archers, who were strictly forbidden to shoot, finally waited for their chance, and the wolf skin finally waited for a distance of forty or fifty paces, and fifteen archers drew their feathered arrows and aimed them straight at the roaring and rushing enemy.

The enemy, who was shouting with his mouth wide open, gradually widened in his pupils, and when he finally reached a distance of forty paces, fifteen feathered arrows were fired together, and eleven people were immediately shot to the ground.

When the arrows were drawn again, the men had already rushed to within ten paces, and there was the protection of the spearmen in front, and the archers were not worried, and shot the feathered arrows again.

Ten paces away, the wolfskin was aimed at one of the strongest of men, and the stone axe in his hand was bigger than the others, and seemed to be stronger than his own.

However, a fluttering feathered arrow struck him in the throat, and a splash of blood flew out, and he continued to rush forward due to inertia, and finally fell to the ground with a glaring eye when he was still half a step from the tip of the spear.

Rumble......

The scattered crowd in front of them crashed into the stone spears, and some people tried to get around from the side, but the gap was exactly half the length of the spear, and even if the people next to them could not be distracted, there were people with wicker shields and stone axes waiting in the gaps.

The acorns on the bank of the river stabbed one person in front of him, and there was only one person in front of his team, and five people could easily kill them with their cooperation.

Glancing to the right, the closer you get to the right, the more people there are, there is only one enemy on your side, but the far right has begun to be chaotic.

The people around him were asking him what to do, they were not allowed to fight freely without Jian Chen's drums, but now there was no enemy in front of him.

If you violate the drumming, you need to carry a stone or a rattan or even exile from the tribe, which is something that everyone agrees on, and the habit developed in the past three months has made the tribesmen a little confused.

The archers had already thrown away their bows and arrows, picked up the stone axes at their waists, and fought with them. The squads on the far right had formed an arc, but there were two or three times as many people around them.

Acorn stared at Jian Chen, who was surrounded in the middle in the distance, hoping to hear the drums and at least let him know what to do now.

Is it moving to the right? Or do you stay put? Is it to walk slowly in formation and walk over? Or do you spread out and rush straight over? But Ken didn't say anything about what to do at such a time!

He looked at the battle on the right a little blankly, looked at the Song and the others who were thirty steps away from the line, patted his wicker armor anxiously, frowned, and said, "What are you waiting for?" ”