Brian walked out of the camp, and the victorious warriors were returning one after another.

Compared to the neat team when they set out, they were like a group of refugees at this moment - they were covered in blood, and they could not see a single intact piece of their clothes, either a hole here or a piece was missing there, and it was obvious that only after extremely fierce hand-to-hand combat would such traces be left.

In addition, the number of fighters is even more terrifying, less than half of the ambush team of 2,000 people can now walk back on standing. In order to transport the wounded, all the horses and camels were unoccupied, and two or three people were basically carried on a single horse. Together with the prisoners who were escorted, the whole team was very scattered, and from a distance, it did not look like a well-trained army at all.

But there was no trace of depression on everyone's faces, but they looked radiant, and they were like two people when they set out on the expedition.

With the strength of a small tribe, defeat those big clans in the Iron Sand City, this is the first time in the extreme south!

Brian knew that it was only after this battle that they had truly transformed from hunters to soldiers.

He was even more satisfied that the ambush group, despite their disheveled clothes, had firmly remembered his teaching that soldiers should never abandon their weapons at any time.

Most of them have lost their water bladders and food bags, and some have even lost half of their new shoes, but their guns and sabers still hang behind their backs.

The First Army can't defend the southern frontier for the Sandfols forever, they must rely on their own strength to keep their tribes running according to the order established by the Grey Keep - this is only a superficial order from the King of the Grey Keep, and Brian knows that His Majesty Roland wants more than that.

He needs more troops, and he needs the Mojin people to also devote themselves to the battle of divine will in an organized manner.

Now, these people have gone further.

The Musket Battalion Commander turned around with satisfaction and nodded to Jodah, "Now you can tell me the details of the battle." ”

As far as the battle itself is concerned, there is nothing to call for it, but it is full of mistakes and mistakes - according to the plan, the 2,000 sandmen divided into two groups, one group disguised as bait, and successively dived back to the Yinchuan Oasis, and then marched north along Yinchuan at night, creating the illusion that they wanted to sneak to the saline land. The other group ambushed in advance in the last uninhabited oasis at the end of Yinchuan.

The angry waves and the bone-slicing clan, who got the news, naturally would not allow the small tribe to provoke their majesty, and a cavalry of more than 800 people set out from Iron Sand City and followed the footprints to catch up with the "defector". Although the number of bait is larger, they do not pay attention to the small tribe of sandmen who are not even watchdogs.

The two teams fled, chased, and soon found themselves in an ambush - which was still going according to plan, but the rest of the game went haywire.

The "bait" should first dismount and surrender, and after tricking the other party into dismounting, then find an opportunity to break up the horses and let the ambush team move. However, the sand people in charge of sealing the road lit the ignition in advance, and the fire burst into the sky, and the enemy immediately realized that the situation was not good, and began to break through in the direction from which they came. If it weren't for the large amount of black water prepared in advance, this ambush would probably have fallen short.

The ensuing battle turned into a chaotic dogfight, with the bait team drawing their knives at the returning enemy, and the ambushed troops had to join in - many had only fired one shot from start to finish, and the skills they had trained in were completely useless, and the most traditional hand-to-hand combat method for the sandmen was still the way to decide the winner.

As Brian said, they weren't just muskets, but the neighing of horses and the fire turned this shrunken oasis into a life-and-death battleground. Flying down a rider or being trampled through a horse's hooves is a common sight on the battlefield, and when two people are in a fight, their teeth can kill their opponents.

The small tribe is not without warriors, and the sand people have to face extremely harsh living conditions since they were born, and those who can survive the hands of sand worms and poisonous scorpions have basically mastered the best fighting skills. It can be said that in terms of individual strength, the gap between them and the big clans has not reached the level of unattainable.

The disadvantage of these tribes is their numbers - the lack of resources restricts their reproduction and expansion, and even the strongest warriors cannot defeat an enemy ten times their size, and as long as the form of the tribe does not change, it will be difficult for them to compete with the big clans.

But now, that disadvantage no longer exists.

The warriors of the Sand People's Army come from dozens of Yinchuan tribes, they no longer have to fight for resources, they all eat the same food, wear the same clothes, train together, and sleep together—the last thing they lack in the face of the powerful Iron Sand City clan is the courage and determination to break the rules.

And the slaughter of small tribes by angry waves and bone-shaving just made up for this.

The battle lasted from night to dawn.

The Sand People's Army won the victory of the trapped beast fight.

When the flames are extinguished, all that remains of the oasis is black charcoal, and without the shade of trees, the yellow sand will soon bury the water source, causing it to disappear from the surface of the earth, and Yinchuan will shrink again until the next oasis is exposed to the erosion of sand and dust.

But the sandmen will survive.

The battle was like a symbol that hastened the oasis to disappear, but showed the way for the other sandfolk.

After listening to Jodah's report, Brian walked in front of everyone step by step.

"Well done! You have won the honor for yourselves and the life of your tribe! This is your victory, and it is up to you to decide what to do with the spoils!"

He pointed to the captured warriors of the big clans.

"Kill, kill them!"

"My lord, my relatives died at the hands of this group of people!"

"I want them to pay for their lives!"

Brian raised his right hand in the expectant gaze of the sandman and waved it down slightly, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Then came the sound of a blade unsheathed.

The hot blood suddenly stained the salt sand under his feet, like buds blooming in the snow, and the high-pitched morale of the warriors reached its peak!

"But the threat from Iron Sand City has not been completely lifted, the Angry Waves and the Bone Slashing Clan can still send troops to the hinterland of Yinchuan at any time, and your people are still under their blades!" Bryan shouted, "The Great Chief has given you the right to enjoy the Eternal Oasis, but the rebels are trying to destroy it all! Tell me, what are you going to do?"

"Capture Iron Sand City and banish them into the Blackwater Swamp!"

"Let these people know what happened to betraying the Great Chief!"

"Camp Commander, I still have friends in the Oasis, please let them join this team too!"

"And me...... My sisters can fight too!"

Bursts of chanting erupted from above the crowd, and the power contained in them made both Gulz and Thuram take a step back.

Brian looked in the direction of Neverwinter.

Your Majesty, the rebels have decorated your enthronement ceremony with their own blood, and the scattered Mojin people are gradually condensing. It won't be long before Iron Sand City will be under your control.

But that's just the beginning.

The entire Far South will eventually be in your pocket, and there will be no more rebellion against your will in this desert.

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