"Why haven't you attacked yet?"

Outside the valley, a young savage asked, slightly agitated.

He had a horse's face, dark skin, and a majestic build, and wore a necklace strung from animal teeth around his neck.

An experienced hunter should be able to tell that these are all tiger fangs.

And this is the custom of a famous tribe in the Crimson Mountains, the Huya tribe.

The warriors of this tribe take great pride in hunting tigers, and after killing a tiger with their own hands, they will remove its longest and sharpest fangs and string it into a necklace to hang on their chests as a way to show their bravery.

The wild man who had just spoken was covered with dense tusks around his neck, and the longest of them was more than five inches.

This shows how large the tigers that were hunted by it were once huge.

At the side of this person, there stood two young savages with a very similar appearance, and the necklaces of tiger teeth on their chests were also dense and eye-catching.

These three people are the three sons of the patriarch of the Huya tribe, the most powerful tribe in this mountainous area, and the famous "Three Brave Brothers".

The eldest Cheka, the second Chemu, the third Cheman.

After spotting the trailblazers, the three brothers began to gather warriors from the nearby tribes to drive the damned Riverwaners out of their territory—the wildling tribes of the Crimson Mountains, though often fighting each other, were natural allies in dealing with the Riverwaners.

However, having discovered that there were more than 200 well-equipped and well-trained soldiers in the pioneer ranks, the three brothers did not act rashly, but secretly followed while waiting for the warriors of the various tribes to gather.

When the pioneer team arrived at their destination and began to build the camp, the Cheka was in a hurry.

For he could see that the valley chosen by these cunning rivermen was a very defensible place, and if they were allowed to build a solid camp there, or even a castle, the wildlings would lose control of the land forever.

At this time, under the prestige of the Huya tribe, more than 2,000 savage warriors had gathered around the three brothers, but the Cheka still did not dare to attack rashly.

After all, when facing the regular army of Hewan, the savages are completely at a disadvantage in terms of equipment and physical fitness, and they will never dare to confront head-on unless they have a numerical advantage of more than ten times.

Although the number of troops is now tenfold, since the Riverbends occupy the geographical advantage of the valley, the Cheka still wants to wait for more wildlings to come over.

However, as time goes by, the Hewans will also build more defenses, so the Cheka is not fighting now, nor is it dragging it, and there is a bit of a dilemma.

In desperation, he sent people to carry out sneak attacks and harassment, trying to delay the construction of the camp, and at the same time testing the combat effectiveness of these river bend people, and by the way, he also captured two sentinels who came out to inquire about the situation.

Unexpectedly, the reaction of the people of the river bend was extremely fierce, as if they had been stabbed in a hornet's nest, and in the evening, hundreds of heavily armed soldiers came out of the valley, trying to find their companions.

This made the Cheka not surprised.

For he had just learned from the two captured sentries that there were more than two hundred soldiers in the expedition force, half of whom were the elite troops of the Tyrells, and the other half were recruits that the pioneer knight had recruited just before leaving.

Now, the most elite Tyrell family army has all left the camp!

This is a great opportunity!

As a good hunter, the Cheka never hesitates when his prey reveals its weaknesses.

So, when it was determined that the Tyrell soldiers were far away, he decisively ordered an attack on the Riverbend camp.

In his opinion, more than a hundred recruits and a waste knight who was said to be a well-known among the nobles of the river, even if they occupied a favorable position, how could they stop the attack of more than 2,000 warriors.

However, when the battle actually began, things started to turn out to be something wrong.

The resistance in the camp was unexpectedly strong, and the narrow and deep valley mouth seemed to become an abyss with no bottom in sight, constantly devouring the lives of the savage warriors.

"It's time to get in." The third Qiman was actually a little anxious, but he still spoke comfortably, "The Hewan people only have more than a hundred recruits in the camp, and they should have suffered heavy casualties by now. ”

"What about our warriors? After fighting for so long, how many dead and wounded? A tribal leader who came to the aid couldn't help but ask.

The question fell silent.

Under the darkness, no one knew the casualties.

Only the sound of the tragic battle was heard, and the strong smell of blood was smelled.

The boss Cheka stood up suddenly, drew his sword and said:

"I'll personally lead people to rush and kill!"

Hearing this, everyone was overjoyed, and it seemed that as long as the first warrior of the Huya tribe personally went into battle, the enemy would immediately collapse.

The Cheka had just taken a few steps when he found himself being pulled by someone.

"What's wrong with Cheman?"

Cheman approached his eldest brother and lowered his voice:

"Big brother, the more I think about it, the more I feel that something is wrong, this is probably a trap deliberately set by the people of Hewan!"

Cheka was stunned for a moment: "What trap?" ”

"Big brother, think about it carefully, if the camp in front of you can't be attacked for a long time, and at this time, the Tyrell family army that left before suddenly comes back, what will happen?"

Cheka's eyes widened suddenly, but the next second, they narrowed again.

He patted his brother on the shoulder and said:

"There's some truth to what you're saying, but now we can't retreat. You and Chemu are staring behind you, if the Tyrells army really comes back, give me a standout! As long as I rush into the valley, we will win this battle! All the riverbends inside are going to die! ”

With that, the Cheka turned and strode away without hesitation.

Cheman sighed to himself.

He knew that what the eldest brother said was right, and it was a little late to wake up now.

Most of the savage warriors are crowded in the valley at this time, and it is difficult to retreat, not to mention, if they really flee undefeated, then the reputation of the Huya tribe will be completely ruined in the future.

Therefore, so far, the three brothers can only advance, not retreat!

Just as the Cheka was gritting his teeth, a wild man suddenly ran over and shouted in a panic:

"Oh no, the riverbend army that left before is back!"

Cheman chuckled in his heart, and the secret path was indeed tricked.

But at this time, he knew that he must not panic, otherwise this improvised coalition of savages would most likely fall apart.

So, in the face of the people who were stunned by the news, Cheman smiled calmly and said loudly:

"What are you afraid of! But there are only about a hundred river bend soldiers, and if I bring 300 warriors, I will be able to stop them! ”

Infected by Cheman's courage, everyone regained their composure, and immediately praised the bravery of the "Three Huya Brothers".

Cheman also knew that it was not too late, so he immediately found his second brother Chemu, gathered more than 300 savage warriors, and quickly lined up outside the valley to meet the Tyrell army that appeared behind him.

Looking at the menacing army in front of him, Cheman suppressed his worries and forced himself to calm down.

Even if it's a trap?

One of the three best warriors of the Huya tribe, Cheman has wandered the edge of life and death countless times.

But not once did he leave his back to the enemy!

"Warriors of the mountains, follow me, rush!"