Chapter 185: Conquering Barbarian Four

Although among the woods, there are few traces of people. It's not that there is no road here.

Even if there is no one, there is a beast path.

Although it is not as wide as the elephant road in the great forests of Africa, it is also an important passage for the Potbelly tribe to travel to the tribe.

But at this time, these beast paths can't carry so many people.

Although the potbelly tribe has tens of thousands of strong men, there have never been tens of thousands of strong men together. And after so many dispatches together, it was the beginning of a disaster for the potbelly king.

Countless trees were trampled down, and a great path was forced through the woods, but even then it was not enough for everyone to walk. The Potbelly King had to make a decision, separated the various tribes, and surrounded Qi Jingtong's camp from all directions.

However, in this way, there is no cooperation at all, and there is no organization, so naturally some people arrive early and some people are late.

Qi Jingtong saw the enemy outside who didn't know from that place on the wooden building, and he couldn't understand it for a while.

The timber of hundreds of steps near the camp was all cut down, and a lot of it became camp materials, and some of it became firewood for the camp.

It's to broaden your horizons. This is common sense for a march to war.

If he came, the tribesmen who arrived first would appear in Qi Jingtong's eyelids.

Maybe these people were a little tired from the journey, and under Qi Jingtong's eyes, they began to rest.

Qi Jingtong had never seen such an arrogant enemy, and his first thought was that there must be fraud in this. But after observing it for a while, I found that I really couldn't find any flaws.

Just when Qi Jingtong was still hesitating.

The soldiers under Qi Jingtong's command couldn't hold back a little, so they asked for battle one after another, and said: "My lord, these barbarians despise us so much, please allow your subordinates to fight." ”

"Adult--" "Adult--"

For a while, the voice of the war was endless. As soon as Qi Jingtong raised his hand, everyone was silent. Don't dare to make a noise.

Qi Jingtong secretly said in his heart: "The husband has the courage to fight, and he is unstoppable. His eyes swept over everyone, stopped at one person, and said, "Ma Cheng, you will lead the headquarters in this battle." ”

Ma Cheng was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, sir." ”

Ma Cheng was not born in Qi Jingtong's family, but was born in Zhu Houhuang's 300 musketeers.

Zhu Houhuang's personal soldiers were all based on these 300 musketeers, and among these 300 people, only some were talented, at least one officer. The most prominent group is around Zhu Houhuang, who controls the entire Yongwang guards. It is the most elite army in the entire Yongguo.

The second class is among the county soldiers at all levels.

Although Qi Jingtong is in a high position, he knows that in the heart of King Yong, he must not be compared with this group of old people. So for the people sent by King Yong, and Ma Cheng is also one of them. He is also one of the most worthy of training.

So this first formation, Qi Jingtong handed it over to Ma Cheng.

Ma Cheng is just a hundred households, and his headquarters is only more than a hundred people. But the tribes of the potbelly tribe who came here were about three or four hundred people. But Ma Cheng was not timid at all.

The gate opened. Horses came out in rows. More than 100 people formed a phalanx. The spears are like a forest, and although the iron armor is not complete, the leather armor is still one for each person.

No language. Both sides immediately understood what the other was trying to do.

On the side of the potbelly tribe, a big man stood up suddenly, shouting, and he didn't know what he was shouting. All the people of the pot-bellied tribe were excited, stood up, and took out all kinds of weapons and faced Ma Chengbu.

The two sides slowly walked towards the confrontation.

In the open space outside the camp, the wind picked up, and a light wind swirled among the stumps of the fallen trees.

"Ahh As if it was the roar of a beast, the people of the Big-Bellied tribe began to run, flying up and down one by one, their bodies arching forward slightly, as if they were beasts, and rushed over with their blades.

"Array." Ma Cheng was secretly happy in his heart. Ma Cheng, a hundred households, except for Ma Cheng and a few of Ma Cheng's personal soldiers, are almost all pikemen.

There are pros and cons to this. The controversy between pure soldiers and flower soldiers has been inconclusive. Ma Cheng would not think about such an esoteric question. But he knew that if he, a hundred households, encountered long-range attacks such as bows and arrows, he would definitely not be able to get well. But these barbarians rushed over so stubbornly that they didn't even have a complete formation. Ma Cheng was not afraid at all. On the contrary, there was a slight excitement.

Months of training for this moment.

Under Ma Cheng's command, the entire hundred households were lined up in three rows, with spears like a forest, tightly together.

Ma Cheng stood on the side of the formation, his eyes narrowed slightly, calculated the distance, shouted, and said, "Kill." ”

"Kill." The entire hundred households greeted in unison, and the spear stabbed forward.

In the beginning, it was like a rolling torrent. Three rows of gunmen, like a wall. Each spear is like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, stabbing and receiving. As the first platoon of non-commissioned officers collected their guns, the second-row non-commissioned officers stabbed out of the side of the first-row non-commissioned officers. When the second row of soldiers collected their guns, the third row of soldiers stabbed out.

Three rows of spears rolled forward, and there was no way to resist them.

The fastest tribal warrior was also the first to be stabbed to death by random guns, and the troops who followed him immediately behind him didn't have time to react, so they crashed into front of the gun array, and were immediately stabbed into a hornet's nest.

But the people of the pot-bellied tribe in the back have gained knowledge, and they are like headless flies, and they scatter with a bang.

Ma Cheng commanded the gun array to pursue a few steps, but had to stop. If you keep the formation, you will definitely not be able to catch up with these people, but if you don't maintain the formation, Ma Cheng is very clear, and if you fight in a melee, you may not be able to stand cheap.

had to end so awkwardly.

The open space outside the camp was not very large, and the deserters of these tribes fled very quickly into the jungle. Qi Jingtong was afraid that Ma Cheng would be carried away by a momentary victory, and kill all the jungle, in the jungle, the Yongjun army had no advantage at all.

The sound of tinkling gold came from behind Ma Cheng.

Ma Chang breathed a sigh of relief, and asked his men to take off the enemy's head and bring it back to the camp, and this count, this battle only beheaded more than forty people, and the enemy was defeated.

After Ma Cheng returned to the village. Qi Jingtong ordered the more than 40 heads to be hung in public.

Although this battle was small, it greatly boosted the morale of Qi Jingtong's subordinates, and Qi Jingtong also breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how many times Qi Jingtong trained, most of the soldiers under him were new recruits. There is a battle ahead, and the confidence is even stronger.

For the way of the will, the reward is not overtime. After Ma Cheng just came back, Qi Jingtong immediately rewarded Ma Cheng's department, and even the soldiers of Ma Cheng's department were rewarded with one or two silver. And Ma Cheng got 100 acres of fertile land.

There was a sensation up and down for a while. All of them are gearing up for a big battle with the Potbelly Tribe.

It's a pity that there is no such a victorious battle.

The people of the Potbelly tribe are not stupid, and they have such a lesson from the past. Even the tribesmen who came one after another did not dare to casually enter the open space around the camp and hide themselves with the help of the jungle.

Qi Jingtong could only see the shadows in the surrounding jungle, but it was not clear how many people there were. He even had the idea of burning the surrounding woods with a fire. Burn the Potbelly tribe to death. But reason made Tang Yin veto the idea.

And how harmful a lot of winter forest fires are, just to get the strong men of the tribe with bigger bellies can't do this.

Dongyong has always come, the lack of labor force, there is no improvement at all, even though Zhu Houhuang has emigrated a lot from the mainland, but the people who have come from the mainland are all good people who have directly immigrated. However, many cronies who followed Zhu Houhuang to Dongyong were rewarded with a lot of fields by Zhu Houhuang, and they were all in a dilemma of no one cultivating them.

These people want to get the strong men of the pot-bellied tribe are the most urgent.

Qi Jingtong watched the young men of the Potbelly tribe arrive one after another, and the strong men of the Potbelly tribe filled the jungle outside the camp.

The noisy sound of human language can be heard clearly in the camp.

Qi Jingtong had already underestimated the civilization level of the potbelly tribe as much as possible, but when he saw the current situation, he didn't know what to say in his heart, was this a war, or a group fight with tens of thousands of participants?