Chapter 186: Conquering the Barbarian Five

"Report, my lord, the messenger of the Potbelly Tribe has arrived."

"Oh?" Qi Jingtong's voice brought a hint of curiosity and said, "Bring it up." ”

But a moment later. A barbarian wearing a fur and a long feather on his headband walked in. He went up and bowed his head to Qi Jingtong slightly, even if it was a salute.

Qi Jingtong's men were angry, feeling that the pot-bellied tribe despised Qi Jingtong. Qi Jingtong didn't care, the dying people, the dying country, what about them?

Qi Jingtong turned his head and said, "Ask him, what is the so-called thing here?" ”

As soon as Qi Jingtong arrived at Qi's, he was ready to deal with the Potbelly Tribe, and why didn't he prepare a translator who was proficient in the language of the Potbelly Tribe. The interpreter whispered a few words to the visitor.

The barbarian raised his head and said in a loud voice. Qi Jingtong didn't understand. But he could also hear the contempt, and he turned to the interpreter and asked, "What did he say?" ”

The interpreter said: "He said that the adults were cowards, and let the adults go out of the camp and fight them openly? ”

Qi Jingtong sneered and said, "If he is talking about this, please ask him to go back, there is nothing more to say." ”

There are only about 2,000 people in Qi Jingtong's department, but there are at least more than 10,000 people outside. How could Qi Jingtong rashly go to the field. Win or lose. Even if Qi Jingtong wins a big victory and defeats the big belly, next, it is also a chore to repeatedly encircle and suppress the big belly tribe here.

Qi Jingtong thought it was best to contain them under this camp, and wait for the team to come immediately and catch them all, even if they couldn't, they would be severely injured. Capture as many captives as possible. Instead of fighting a flashy rout.

After Qi Jingtong threw out the barbarians who had written the war. The Potbelly tribe began to prepare to attack the camp.

The whole camp does not look tall, only the three-story wooden tower at the gate of the camp looks extremely tall, and in other places, the wooden wall is only more than two people high. For the barbarians who have been in the jungle all year round, climbing over mountains and mountains, it is not a great height at all.

The people of the potbelly tribe were very confident, and at the sound of an order, tens of thousands of people rushed over from everywhere. Without any siege equipment, the siege began, and it was a wooden camp.

Qi Jingtong stood on top of the three-story wooden tower, holding on to the railing, and said, "Pass the order, prepare the bow and arrows." ”

Behind Qi Jingtong, a guard immediately took out a flag and waved it violently.

The soldiers standing on the wooden wall stuck their swords in the nearby wooden wall. He took off his bow and arrows from behind him.

Qi Jingtong had been prepared for a long time. At least in this camp, there is no shortage of bows and arrows.

"Put." Qi Jingtong visually measured the distance and slapped the railing.

Behind him a wave of colored flags. A lone arrow shot out.

This is a test launch.

Most of the archers in the camp have no accuracy at all, and are just temporary cameos, so they want the marksmen to shoot and all the bows and arrows to shoot together.

There was a sound of bowstrings, and the sound of countless bowstrings collapsed together, and there was a deafening feeling.

Countless arrows shot out, and the people of the Big-bellied Tribe, who were attacking the city, were hit by arrows one after another, and dozens of corpses fell at once, and more than 100 corpses fell on all sides.

More arrows seemed to grow and popped up on the ground.

The barbarians who were storming the city slammed into a slam at speed. Not intimidated by the people who were shot. was frightened by Qi Jingtong's generous handwriting.

But in a short time, one or two thousand arrows were shot out of the entire camp. 、

These arrows are all good iron arrows. But in the potbelly tribe, any metal is wealth. In the eyes of the Potbelly tribe, so many iron arrowheads are almost like sprinkling money on the ground.

Qi Jingtong never expected that there would be such a change, and these barbarians would actually pick up arrows under the rain of arrows.

But no matter how unexpected, but as an excellent general's instinctive reaction, Qi Jingtong will not let go of this opportunity.

Qi Jingtong shouted: "Sixth." ”

The sixth child responded with a harmonious voice.

Qi Jingtong said: "Kill from the main gate, kill three hundred steps and retreat." ”

"Yes." The sixth elder shouted.

Defending the city is the most taboo to guard.

Therefore, Qi Jingtong prepared a reserve team at the beginning, ready to kill from the gate of the village at any time. But he never expected that they would use it so quickly.

It was used almost at the beginning.

"Kill." The gates of the camp were pushed open. Qi Laoliu was dressed in a bright red mandarin duck battle jacket and held a goose feather knife. Rushed out. There are more than 300 people behind Qi Laoliu, all of whom are sword and shield soldiers, and the one who rushes to the front is Qi Jingtong's personal soldiers, and Qi Jingtong is a warrior selected from the whole army, and his combat effectiveness has won Qi Jingtong's trust.

Sure enough, as Qi Jingtong expected, these more than 300 people, like a steel knife, cut deep into the big-bellied tribe.

Qi Jingtong gripped the railing fiercely with both hands, and even the rough wooden thorns on the railing pierced into his palm, and he didn't notice it. He counted silently, counted a hundred, and immediately shouted: "Mingjin." ”

The sound of "clanging" sounded.

When Qi Lao Liu heard the sound of Mingjin, he immediately retreated, and when he came back, he didn't forget to come back with two heads.

Someone had already answered at the gate of the walled gate, and when everyone entered, the gate creaked and paid attention to the door.

The first round of siege of the camp by the potbelly tribe ended just at the beginning.

From this day to night, the Potbelly tribe did not attack again.

Qi Jingtong looked from the wooden tower, but saw that there was a lot of fire in the jungle. I don't know what the people of the potbelly tribe are preparing again.

There was nothing to say all night, and on the second day, it was early in the morning. When Qi Jingtong climbed the wooden tower again, he found that the Potbelly Tribe was ready to attack again.

Qi Jingtong looked at it, this time the attack of the Potbelly Tribe was no longer a scattered, purposeless attack. This time, Qi Jingtong clearly saw that the pot-bellied tribe was divided into pieces. Each piece is scattered.

This is the Potbelly King, who uses each tribe as a unit to organize his troops. Although Qi Jingtong didn't know what the Potbelly King was assigned on the basis of. But seeing this, he still glanced at the pot-bellied tribe.

Without him, the first lesson in the art of war is the organization of manpower. However, the small banners of the Ming Dynasty, hundreds of households, thousands of households, commanders, or the current military divisions, brigades, regiments and battalions, the establishment of the army is put in the first place.

After the last loss. Immediately made some progress, and it seems that the other side is not a fool.

The Potbelly tribe also seemed to see the importance of the wooden tower, so they targeted the attack on the main gate of the camp this time.

"Ahh A thin old man, standing in front of the formation, with a feather on his head, as if he were not a man, but a bird with feathers on his head. He trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and danced in an unknown way.

It's been a while. He fell to his knees and shouted something to the sky.

"Pretending to be a ghost." Qi Jingtong snorted coldly and said, "Let the people below cheer up, the enemy is about to attack." ”

Sure enough, as Qi Jingtong expected, after this person who pretended to be a ghost went down. The potbelly tribe pressed on again. Countless people shouted and rushed towards the gate of the village.

It's still covered by a rain of arrows. But that doesn't stop the impact. After they rushed through the rain of arrows, the wall, before they could do anything, fell to the ground with a thud, screaming again and again, not one, but many people.

Due to the time relationship, Qi Jingtong didn't have time to dig a trench outside the camp, but he didn't think that Qi Jingtong had done nothing, and the traps, large and small, were densely covered outside the entire wall.

This is where it works.

However, the people of the potbelly tribe are very familiar with traps, and he has been setting traps in the mountains and forests to catch prey since he was a child, and when he saw this situation, he immediately became cautious. Most of the traps are in their eyes, and there is nothing to hide.

However, coming to the walled wall is not the end of the battle, on the contrary, but the beginning of this battle. The soldiers, who had already been prepared, shouted loudly and said, "Kill." ”

On the one hand, the people standing on the wall, condescending to assassinate with spears, and on the other hand, in the wall, through the gaps in the wood, the spears were stabbed out, such a double assassination, the front of the wall, constituted a death trap.