Although he didn't know where this group of marauders came from and what they had done, judging from the way they camped and marched, Han Jianfei did not hesitate to attribute the commander of this team to the kind that did not know how to fight.

Their tents were set up in the open space by the river, and the layout was disorderly, dense and sparse, and not only did they not have the layout of the anti-attack camp, but there were not even a few outward sentry posts.

However, this is also very understandable, after all, in the entire seamount, at least in this mountain forest, the most powerful enemy they can encounter is only a tribe of only about two hundred adults, and there are few people who can really be considered enemies.

Although Han Jianfei had never fought such a primitive battle, he was very confident that if he was given an army that was only half the number of the opponent, no, one-third would be enough, and he was confident that he would crush this rabble with a single charge, even if they had that kind of war beast that looked very stocky.

But in front of him, there were only thirty-eight hunters who had not undergone systematic military training, and the most powerful weapons he could use were spears and bows and arrows.

From the moment they set out, the Ebony villagers began to quietly withdraw from the village, but when they rounded back to the flanks of the marauders, they still did not notice what was happening in the seemingly low-hanging fruit of the small tribe in front of them.

As night slowly but surely descended on the jungle, the marauders began their usual revelry, where the soldiers, who were no longer enemies, drank in the clearings beside the riverbank, the cattle of unknown tribes roasted on huge fires, and the warriors carried the plundered women in their arms.

This is a wandering tribe born entirely by raiding, and in the countless years since its birth, they have become accustomed to a life of wandering and plundering, they have no fixed habitat, no clear destination, as long as there is a place where the tribe lives, there are traces of them.

Everywhere they went, the marauders attacked and plundered entire tribes, killing those who dared to resist, plundering women and children, and allowing cowards and betrayers to join their forces and become even more ferocious marauders.

Those who have lost their tribes and families are often more brutal than past perpetrators when they inflict atrocities on other innocent people.

The place where the new slaves were held was so deserted compared to the revelry on the banks of the river that the captives did not understand what was happening when two arrows suddenly shot out of the woods, silently eliminating the only two guards.

A dozen agile hunters emerged from the woods and quietly opened the gates of the captive camp, which were recognized by many of the captive villagers of various tribes, led by none other than the Kuria of the Ebony tribe.

The hunters cut the ropes from the captives with short knives and gave them short spears and other weapons, telling them that they could escape.

Many knelt down to thank the Ebony warriors for taking the risk to save them, but many more remained numb and unsure of what to do after being rescued.

"Run! Come on! The hunter leader of the Ebony tribe waved his arms vigorously and said to the captives in a low voice, "Run to the jungle, to the mountains!" The farther the better, run! ”

The captives woke up from a dream, took the improvised weapons sent by the hunters, and swarmed into the jungle.

There were plenty of wild beasts there, but it was better than surviving in a marauder's captive camp.

When the captives were almost gone, the marauders who were reveling in the clearing of the river beach finally noticed the commotion, and soon someone ran to him to report what had happened in the captive camp, and the leader angrily overturned the valuable wooden table in front of him, put his arm around one of the captive women beside him, and broke her neck.

With the near-frantic roar of the marauder leader, the marauders stopped their revelry and quietly listened to the leader's angry orders.

The chief declared that any captives captured would be his own and at his disposal.

The carnival ended, and the marauders drank all their wine and rushed to their tents with shouts, and in a short time a procession of war beasts drove out of the camp and chased the slaves in the direction of their flight.

Immediately afterward, more and more squads began to chase in the direction of the jungle.

The women and children in the captive camp were already their own personal property, and now someone has let them go, which means that the property they have won by working so hard to fight for their lives has grown wings and flown away.

People can fight for their lives, so when the marauders scatter to capture the fleeing captives, the chaos of the whole team begins to get out of control.

When a thousand cavalry were gathered together, they were a very powerful force, but once they were scattered in the vast mountains and forests, they were as silent as a drop of milk falling into water, and could not make a slight splash.

Han Jianfei and thirty-eight hunters lurked on the hillside not far away, quietly watching the war beasts rush into the dense forest, watching the marauders screaming and rushing towards the fleeing women and children, and watching them use the power of the war beasts to run, swinging their long knives and cutting a weak captive into two pieces.

"If they weren't let go, they probably wouldn't have died." The leader of the hunters whispered.

"If these people don't die, it's your parents, wife and children who die, what will you choose?" Han Jianfei's cold voice sounded in his ears.

"I know." Kuria's mercy didn't last long, and if he was such an indecisive man, he couldn't have become the hunter leader of the Ebony tribe.

After most of the marauders scattered in the dense forest, Han Jianfei raised his right hand: "Get ready to do it, remember my words, a group of ten, wander around the periphery, only choose the lone one, and leave those women and children alone - before the next cycle of work and rest begins, we meet in Ebony Village, and my request is: no one can die." ”

Looking at the eyes of the hunters around him, Han Jianfei added: "This is war, I ask you to hunt the marauders as blade-toothed beasts, instead of throwing away your own lives for your cheap compassion, in the subsequent battle, the lives of each of you are very important, and they do not belong to you, so please don't squander the opportunity to save the lives of your parents, wives and children for the sake of irrelevant people." ”

"Then follow the previous detachment and act separately." Kuria grabbed the throwing spear.

"Let me add that although the marauders' war beasts seem to be powerful, if they lose their speed in the dense forest, they are equivalent to living targets, and unless you have to, don't fight them at close range - action!"

Including Han Jianfei, 39 people, divided into four groups, penetrated into the jungle from the side, surrounded by the marauders, and quietly chased after them.

Since the captives had been completely dispersed in the forest, the pursuers had to split into smaller teams in order to capture as many damned slaves as possible.

But they didn't realize that a huge web woven by death was quietly hanging over their heads.

The first to be harvested were the lives of four young marauders, who, riding on war beasts, surrounded a dozen women in a clearing in the jungle when a short spear flew out of nowhere and suddenly pierced the chest of one of the riders, smashing him from the back of the beast with great force and nailing him to the trunk of a tree behind him.

Before the other three marauders could spot the enemy's position, several bows and arrows flew out of the woods, piercing the throats and eyes of two of them one after another.

The last marauder immediately abandoned his companion's corpse and fled with the beast out of the woods, but a short spear flew from behind and pierced him in the back.

The marauder who had fallen from the back of the beast had taken a few steps forward before he collapsed with all his might, and was nailed to the ground with a short spear on his knees.

The woman in the middle of the clearing watched in horror as a dozen ghostly hunters emerged from the forest, and one of them waved them to continue their escape.

The hunters carefully examined the carcasses of the marauders and, having obtained the necessary loot, once again ghostly disappeared into the dense forest in the twilight.

Similar scenes play out in the jungle, where at first, the lone raiders were killed by ghostly raids before they could react, but as the number of lone looters became fewer, someone finally raised the alarm cry when attacked.

The shouts could be heard far away in the twilight, and the marauders knew that in the midst of this dense forest there was an unknown force that was patiently lurking, silently harvesting their lives.

So, after taking out more than a hundred marauders, it became increasingly difficult for the Harvest team to find lone enemies, and the enemies who received the alert instinctively gathered together to form a large irregular net.

Han Jianfei knew that in this case, it would be difficult for the hunters to hunt the enemy silently, so he asked Kulia to notify the hunters with the sound of animals and began to enter the attack stage.

As soon as the Marauders pursued and searched in the direction of the mouth of the lake, a cold arrow would be fired in the opposite direction, accurately hitting a rider, and when the Marauders angrily rushed in the direction from which the cold arrow was fired, they did not find any enemies.

Under the leadership of Han Jianfei, thirty-eight hunters led the marauders by the nose in an orderly manner, circling in circles in the dense forest where they could not play the role of cavalry at all, not allowing them to notice the evacuation of Ebony Village.

And just like that, as the angry marauders banded together to search the jungle, the two suns finally sank completely into the western horizon and another cycle began.

Thirty-nine sneak attackers, including Han Jianfei, quietly bypassed the camp and returned to Ebony Village at the mouth of the lake.

After about half a cycle of fighting, they managed to ambush more than a hundred enemies, and during this precious time, the marauders never looked at the mouth of the lake, which was five miles away.

When the ebony hunters retreated to Hedong Village on the other side, the villagers of the two tribes were all in full swing to build a wall and dig a ditch under the leadership of Gen Chiko, and a blue brick wall more than two meters high had begun to take shape.