Chapter 187: Conquering the Barbarian Six

"Ahh A barbarian was stabbed with several spears and fell to the ground with a scream.

What happened to this barbarian is just a microcosm of the entire battlefield.

The camp is not big. The quadrangular fence is also not long. 2,000 people can be protected.

However, these barbarians survived in the mountains and forests, and they had more blood and courage than the Han people. Although the losses were heavy, it did not aim to break their morale, but only aroused their ferocity.

"Whew." I don't know if it was the barbarian who started first, imitating the beast and roaring loudly. Ignoring the casualties in front of him, he shouted loudly with his weapon. Rushed up.

The two barbarians who rushed to the front, with vigorous skills, as if they were apes, pounced on their bodies. He was biting a three-foot-long knife in his mouth. With his hands on the fence and his feet on his feet, he flipped over and rushed against the wooden wall. Pick up the long knife and slash at a pikeman. This knife is powerful. A single slash into the pikeman's body, breaking through the leather armor. Stuck on bones.

Suddenly there was chaos on the wooden wall. But the chaos soon ended. Under the organization of the officers, the pikemen, who had been moving forward outside the wooden wall, turned around. It was as if two nailed walls, pressed together, two valiant barbarians. Suddenly turned into a mass of flesh and blood with a clear face.

This is not happening in one place. After all, the bravery of the individual is not comparable to the organization of the army. However, on top of the impact of the barbarians' life, most of the barbarians were huddled within a few dozen paces of the wooden wall.

Qi Jingtong, who was standing on the wooden building, suddenly had a feeling of victory in his heart. He waved his hand and said, "Open the gun."

Immediately, someone waved his hand and used the flag to convey Qi Jingtong's order.

The group of people waiting behind had been waiting impatiently. When I saw the flag, I was overjoyed and almost jumped out. Said: "Go to town." He took the lead and worked with others to lift more than 100 catties of tiger squatting cannons. "Oooo Went up to town.

Fix the Tiger Squat Cannon on a wooden frame and aim it at the bustling barbarians. The fire door slammed down. There was a loud bang. Countless iron nails, stones, and other things scattered towards the barbarians.

Not one loud bang, but dozens of loud bangs in a row.

Since Qi Jingtong dared to guarantee that he could defend the wooden village. Naturally, he was well prepared, although because of the road, many big killing weapons could not be transported. And because you can't use those things to deal with these barbarians. So Qi Jingtong prepared dozens of tiger squat guns. At this moment, at the same time, it is powerful. The pungent smoke of the hot iron sand erupted at the same time. Many barbarians didn't have time to scream. was beaten into a mess of rotten meat by iron sand. I can't see it as it is.

The people of the Potbelly tribe have never seen such a powerful firearm. I was stunned for a while.

But Yongjun will not be inactive because of the opponent's shock. They quickly refilled. The loud sound of "boom boom" sounded again. Dominate the entire battlefield.

I have to say that the killing of the tiger squat cannon to the dense crowd is huge. It's just a few shots. Hundreds of people fell under the wooden walls.

The will to go to the edge in steel cannot compete with firearms. And these barbarians rely on nothing more than blood bravery, in the face of steel and gunpowder, these blood and courage are like hot water pouring snow. The ablation is clean, and there is nothing left.

On the battlefield, it is not known who is the first to start running backwards. But with the first one, an avalanche of routs followed. It cannot be changed.

Qi Jingtong, who was standing on the wooden tower, immediately made a decision and sent all the reserves out, he knew very well: with the mind of a barbarian, he can't play defeat, and defeat is defeat.

The reserve team gathered by Qi Jingtong was only five hundred. These 500 people chased more than 10,000 defeated soldiers and killed a lot.

But Qi Jingtong is even when he is optimistic. There is also a hint of caution. Collect troops early.

I don't know what's going on, after this big defeat. The battlefield fell silent. Although there are many people in the jungle, you can still see a lot of people. But the next offensive was delayed. Four or five days were calm. Nothing happened.

Qi Jingtong pinched his fingers and calculated, if it continues like this, no matter how heavy the reinforcements are, they will rush over. At that time, the potbelly tribe will definitely be defeated.

Why did they miss out on the plane?

Qi Jingtong didn't know that after several defeats and thousands of dead, the prestige of the potbelly king had been seriously shaken.

Beneath a large tree in the jungle, dozens of chiefs sat cross-legged. It was the group of people who were on the bamboo tower at the beginning. It's just that they don't have the confidence they used to be. Everyone's expression is different. Some people panicked, and a pair of eyeballs were looking around. I want to see how others react. Some people seem to be calm and composed. Just a quick breath betrayed his mood. More people are watching the potbelly king, hoping that the potbelly king can solve the current dilemma.

The pot-bellied king is standing upright, with a belly like a mountain of meat. He understood why this was the case, and the thousands of casualties without him would have been unbearable for them.

Humanity is the foundation of any race. The potbelly tribe is no exception. Moreover, the restrictions of the living environment, the difficulty of the potbelly tribe to reproduce is far greater than that of the Han people. An adult is not just a burden on himself. And also. Responsibility for the survival of the entire tribe.

Those who died in front of the two armies were all young and strong. The casualties of thousands of young and strong people are the demise of several tribes for the potbelly tribe. And with the level of medical care of the potbelly tribe, thousands of casualties are no different from thousands of deaths.

Such a level of casualties is not only the morale of casualties, but also the foundation of the big belly.

It is no wonder that these chiefs have different expressions, and when they attack, they attack as a tribe. Thousands of casualties are an overall casualty that varies from tribe to tribe.

The panicked chiefs were the tribes that suffered very heavy casualties. Those who pretended to be calm were those who suffered relatively serious casualties. Looking at the statement of the potbelly king, they are all tribes with still existing strength.

Without waiting for the pot-bellied king to make a statement, someone couldn't help but speak: "It can't go on like this anymore, go on like this." Are our people going to die? “

"What if you don't do this? Our hunting grounds were occupied by those Han Chinese. From then on, we could not hunt deer, and there was no prey, no hunting ground. How many of the old people and children in the tribe can survive? We must drive the Han people away. There must be no retreat. “

"You're looking for death."

"Sooner or later, I would rather die as a warrior than starve to death as a coward."

The pot-bellied king is not decisive in his heart, otherwise he would not have hesitated for several days. Under the power of the tiger squat cannon, the pot-bellied king has clearly felt it. He couldn't get rid of these Han people.

But as I said earlier, if we can't recapture the hunting ground, it's just a matter of dying early and dying late.

Hit, can't beat. Return, and you can't return.

"Alright," the Potbelly King couldn't help but interrupt their argument.

The potbelly king gave an order, and everyone stopped arguing, looking at the potbelly king, it was obvious that the potbelly wanted to make a decision. But the potbelly king doesn't know what to do, fight, don't fight. Although it was just a simple decision, it weighed more than a thousand pounds at this moment. How can he decide?

"My lord, I have a word. If you can't do it, you can go east and run into the mountains. “

When the pot-bellied king heard this, his face was happy, and then he was in trouble.

He was so happy that he retreated into the mountains, which was a way out. But even primitive tribes know that life in the mountains is definitely not as good as in the plains. And the mountains are not a terra nullius, there are often cannibals in the mountains in the east, and if you want to go to the mountains, I'm afraid you also need to fight with cannibals.

However, compared to the Han people who have the power of thunder to help, the horror of cannibalism is immediately reduced a lot. So as soon as this opinion was raised, someone's eyes immediately lit up. Their tribe is close to the mountain range, and they are no strangers to the situation in the mountains, so they immediately gave up this and moved their tribe to the mountains.

After any suggestion is made, there are people in favor. There will be opponents. The Potbelly King's control over these chiefs was simply not good. Inevitably, all the chiefs entered into a new round of quarrels over whether to move east to avoid the Han Chinese.

They didn't know that while they were arguing, someone had already prepared a butcher's knife.