A river valley where tens of thousands of troops are stationed.

The tribe is a unit, one in the east and one in the west, and there are strict boundaries between each other.

At night, the sky is full of stars.

The astrologer sits by the campfire with many planks in his hands, each of which has a pattern. After tinkering so carefully for a while, he suddenly stood up and shouted with open arms.

A makeshift altar with a cow on it, which was an offering to the gods.

The astrologer chattered, and the king was overjoyed and asked the speaker to announce the results of the divination.

A speaker is also an official position that is responsible for conveying and carrying out the king's orders. He climbed up the hillside and announced loudly towards the valley: "Wise astrologer, you have communicated with the supreme sun god. The Thor tribe in the north worships an evil god. That evil god will bring droughts and hurricanes, and they must all be killed. Now, follow His Majesty the King and pray to the gods for victory! ”

In the western part of the island of Madagascar, the indigenous people believe in animism.

The creator god is called "Zarahari", and there is the sun god under it. The creator god has disappeared and is no longer concerned with the affairs of the world, so the sun god is the most authoritative. They like to paint sunflower-like signs on their faces, so that they can be blessed by the sun god.

In addition, a mountain, a river, a tree...... All have spirituality and can be worshipped.

The king, on the other hand, is the messenger of the sun god on earth, responsible for ruling the people of the whole world, and all must be loyal to the king.

But there is no high priest here, but a kind of royal astrologer, whose astrology is likely to have come from Arabia.

After a series of rituals, the king sanctified the expedition as a conquest of the sun god against the evil thunder god. The warriors who died in this battle can enter the kingdom of God after death and receive the blessing of the gods forever.

For a time, morale was bursting.

Even in the small tribes, the indigenous soldiers were eager to try, and only the tribal leaders were skeptical. Because in normal times, the leaders of small tribes will also use gods to fool the clansmen.

Between the winding and narrow valleys, more than 10,000 people slowly advanced, dragging them into long snakes that stretched for two or three miles.

Damo was a small tribal "prince", and his father was old and frail, and he was to lead his people on the expedition. In fact, he was very reluctant to come because of the severe reduction in grain production due to the typhoon last year. I don't have enough to eat, and I have to bring my own dry food to fight, and I will definitely have a famine when I go back this year.

Walking in front of Damo is the Longniao tribe, he knows the leader of the Longniao tribe, and the Longniao tribe is not doing well this year.

The bird is much larger than the ostrich, and one egg is the size of seven ostrich eggs. The birds can't fly and are almost killed, so it's lucky to see one or two.

The valley was too far away for Dahmer to visit before, so he looked curiously at the scenery along the way.

"Boom, boom!"

Three cannon shots rang out from across the river.

The terrain on the opposite bank was steeper, making it unsuitable for a large march, but the erection of batteries would cover this side with firepower.

It was nearly ten miles away from the Han village, and the battle started in advance.

"Thor is angry!"

Hearing the rumbling of cannons, the natives began to panic and stopped to look at the other side at a loss.

Although the king is the messenger of the sun god in the world, the thunder god is not something that mortals can deal with. The cannonball fell into the pile of people of the two small tribes, and the nearby natives were so frightened that they knelt down and prayed, silently begging the god of thunder to spare them.

King Zahal drew his bronze sword and shouted to the sun: "The sun god has given me divine power, and I will bless you." All the warriors who die in battle today can enter the kingdom of God and serve the gods forever and ever. Rush to the other side of the river and kill the cultists of the evil gods! ”

A large number of emissaries and speakers, sent from the king's side, went to the various tribes to deliver the message.

The astrologer also took out the wooden card, pretended to be a ghost, and shouted, "The gods tell me that we will win this battle!" ”

"Sun God bless!"

The nobles around the king shouted, and the rest of the civilian soldiers followed suit. The shouts spread to both sides, and the last 10,000 or so people collectively shouted wildly, not only stopping the rout, but also boosting morale.

"Boom, boom!"

Three more shells hit, and the sun god obviously didn't bless them, and some of the unlucky ones were smashed into a blur of flesh and blood.

"Kill the river!"

Thousands of soldiers rushed to jump into the river and swam with their bare hands.

Although they have shipbuilding skills, they can build some small boats. However, the rivers here all run east-west, and this time the troops were sent from south to north, so they did not go out with ships at all.

On the other side of the river, there were only three artillery pieces, and the ambush was all on the hillside on this side.

In the woods on the hillside, Deng Youzhang raised the clairvoyant mirror, observed it for a long time, and said: "The enemy commander is over there, and there are about three or four thousand troops around, and the whole army is leaning over to prepare for an attack." Leave the rest alone, take the enemy commander directly! ”

When Deng Youzhang led his troops to move in the woods, the artillery on the opposite bank obviously figured out the specific location of the king.

All three guns were reoriented and fired shells at the king.

The indigenous soldiers, who were in the lead, were still swimming in the river, and the third round of shelling had begun.

One cannonball completely missed, one hit the small tribe, and another hit the king.

King Zahal was stunned as he saw his nephew smashed in the head by something black. And that wasn't all, as his nephew's head exploded, the black thing continued to fly forward, breaking the arm of a clansman and the thigh of a civilian......

Could it really be that Thor has come?

Zahal trembled with fright, and subconsciously looked at the astrologer.

The astrologer was already stunned, and looked at the other side stupidly, and then ran to see the flying iron ball.

"Boom, boom!"

Another round of shooting, and the astrologer, who was studying the iron ball, was cut in two by a cannonball.

King Zahal fell to the ground in fear, and a cannonball flew over his head. Although he was not injured, the whistling sound of breaking the air made his vest sweat.

The army of more than 10,000 natives was in panic and dazed at the moment.

The troops who were ordered to cross the river had already swam ashore. The tribe that stayed here didn't know what to do, and walked back and forth restlessly.

"Boom, boom!"

This round of shelling was still aimed at the king's position.

Finally, a native noticed that something was wrong, and the anger of the thunder god pointed at the king and released it. It must have been the king who angered Thor, and he had to stay away from the king so that he would not be harmed by the pond fish.

The native nobles were the first to run in both directions, wanting to get as far away from the king as possible, and some of the soldiers followed.

In the blink of an eye, a few dozen meters near the king, there were only more than three hundred people left.

The natives who swim across the river have already begun to climb the mountain. The artillerymen did not dare to make a hard continuation, so they dropped their artillery and withdrew, hiding in the dense forest on the top of the hill to observe the situation.

Finally, some natives discovered the artillery, and they were afraid to move forward.

After being stunned for a while, a warrior walked over and had the courage to stroke the barrel.

"Ahh

The native warriors screamed in dismay, clutching their hands and wailing.

The rest of the natives were frightened and hurriedly retreated a long distance. After waiting for a moment, he found no anomaly, so he cautiously approached again.

The native soldier who stroked the barrel of the cannon had several blisters on his palm.

The natives looked at each other, thinking that this was the curse of the god of thunder, and whoever dared to touch the weapon of the god of thunder would lose his hands because of it.

One by one, the natives knelt down in front of the three cannons and sincerely begged Thor's forgiveness.

Then, they slowly retreated until they reached the river. Neither daring to use the artillery nor swimming back, thousands of native soldiers sat there in silence.

Several tribal leaders even got together to chat:

"The god of thunder here is a true god, the king has angered the gods, and we can no longer help the king to fight."

"Thor is a subordinate of the sun god, and the god of thunder will not oppose the sun god. The king must have been bewitched by the evil god, and he believed in a false sun god, so the sun god sent the god of thunder to punish him. ”

"Yes, the king must be believing in false gods. Ever since he became king, we have paid more and more food every year, and every year our people have been starved to death. The sun god is merciful and will not let such a person be king. ”

“……”

King Zahal was roaring at the moment, and he ordered his men to come back and defend themselves and not to flee far away.

At this moment, Deng Youzhang had already led his troops to touch it, and cautiously went downhill to kill the king.

The king also saw them and hurriedly gathered his army.

More than 1,000 native soldiers hurriedly gathered and raised their weapons in the direction of the hillside.

Deng Youzhang had more than 300 soldiers under his command, and in addition to the Han Chinese, there were also natives with copper or wooden spears.

The natives trembled, but none of them retreated, believing that they were blessed by Thor.

"Phew! Sigh! ”

The king's herald blew his whistle and ordered the tribal soldiers on both sides to hurry over and surround and annihilate the enemy, and nearly 10,000 people could not stand still.

The various tribes on both sides clearly showed hesitation, and slowly converged towards the king.

On the frontal battlefield, Deng Youzhang's soldiers had completely descended the hillside. The front row was full of musketeers, with sword and shield bearers at their side, and the shields were improvised wooden shields. The pikemen followed, and the indigenous soldiers were further behind.

The two sides are getting closer, and the enemy is already throwing stones.

It was a primitive stone-throwing tool made of wooden sticks and ropes, and the body was bruised directly after being hit, and the head was likely to pass out on the spot.

"Puff puff ......"

The stones smashed on the wooden shield one after another, and occasionally there were leg and foot strokes. There was even a Han soldier who was smashed into his shin bone by a stone.

The two sides continued to approach, and the indigenous spearmen, were ready to throw their spears.

"Bang bang bang!"

A burst of gunfire rang out, followed by smoke, and the indigenous soldiers facing each other fell.

"Thor's weapon! Run! ”

The natives, who were not shot, turned around in fright and fled, thinking that the musket could shoot continuously. The native nobles were the fastest, completely ignoring the king, and ran wildly in the direction they came, leading thousands of tribal soldiers over there to rout.

The tribal soldiers on the other side did not dare to return the same way, so they jumped into the river and fled.

There were also tribes, led by their chiefs, who knelt down en masse and asked for submission.

Damo did not flee or kneel, but said to his people: "The king has failed, and Thor is the true god, follow me to help Thor fight!" Kill the King! ”

Kill the king, and you won't have to hand in this year's tribute......

The king tried to gather the rout, but no one listened, so he fled with the prince.

"Stormtroopers!"

"Get on the bayonet!"

The Han soldiers pointed at the king and pursued, and the indigenous soldiers they brought with them also began to chase with red eyes.

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