Section 30 surrounding

It was getting dark.

The day's battle was a winner. It is true that the current Wandering Hunter Tribe still has almost half of its strength, but the victory or defeat is beyond doubt.

In particular, what Ashrufat had guessed before was pretty much the truth. Now, relying on excellent scouts (plus his own concealment), Asowen has also deduced the entire course of the battle.

That's exactly what happened. The Wandering Hunter Tribe tries to set a trap for their opponents, but they are not fooled. Thus, the hunter who showed his flaws became the prey. Having almost twice the superior forces, the Qajars broke through the front line of the Wandering Hunters by breaking through head-on. Now, there is no need for any tricks, tricks and traps, and the Qajars only need to attack head-on to defeat the enemy.

The suspense of this war has become how much the winner will pay for his victory, not whether he can win or not.

But in reality, it's not that complicated. War is not a simple addition and subtraction arithmetic, but a trade-off affair. If the losing side loses hope of winning, then they will not stay and wait for death unless they have no way out. And this kind of situation where there is no way back is extremely difficult to appear on the grassland.

Unless the disparity in strength is too great, it is not difficult to find a way to escape. It is precisely because of this that Asowen's tribe survived the last defeat (though it could not have been smaller).

So, it's easy to guess. When the news of the defeat at the front came with the defeated troops, the Wandering Hunter tribe immediately made the right choice for the vanquished: evacuate. Or to be more specific: split evacuation.

Of course, this is conceptually different from the "split withdrawal" of the Central Seven. In the Seven Central Kingdoms, an army that splits up really just splits and ends up (if nothing goes wrong) regrouping somewhere. And the "split evacuation" of the Chaos tribe is actually the entire tribe splitting into several, fleeing from the strong enemy along different routes, and then going their separate ways. Naturally, one or more of them were pursued by the victors and perished, but unless they were extremely unlucky, there were always those who escaped.

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"Quick, quick, quick!" a warrior in Chaos armor urged those around him. These are women and children. Although there is no shortage of female warriors (and wizards) in the Chaos Tribe, humans are creatures, and women are not naturally suitable as warriors. This is no exception in the Chaos Tribe. The number of female warriors is really not very large.

The group numbered about 500 people, and in the center of the procession was a whole row of horse-drawn carts. The cart was loaded with various supplies. On the side of the carriage were old and weak women and children, who approached the carriage. This was not only because they could take turns to get on and rest (which greatly increased their speed), but also because in the event of a battle, they could be sheltered in a circle surrounded by horse-drawn carriages.

Outside of these people are the Chaos warriors of the tribe. These were warriors with Chaos armor, sparsely formed and heavily armed, most of them wearing helmets on their heads. This gesture shows that they are ready for battle.

On the periphery of the Chaos Warriors are lighter equipped Marauders. They spread out more and formed a sizable circle of scouts. There were also a small number of horseback raiders, deliberately lagging behind the ranks by a considerable distance, in order to spy on the pursuers from a greater position.

The gods blessed them, and until now they have not found any pursuing enemies. From time to time, a peripheral scout ran by, reporting the situation in the rear. No smoke has been found to indicate a large group of men. It has been three days since they escaped, and since they have not yet seen the smoke and dust caused by the pursuers, it may indicate that the Qajar tribe is not pursuing in this direction.

As for the front, they are not very worried. Because there is no need for the enemy to set up an ambush in front of him. As mentioned earlier, after the battle on the front line is over, the winner and the loser are already clear. And the split of the Wandering Hunter tribe further widened the balance of strength between the two sides. At this moment, the Qajar tribe does not need any superfluous tricks, just need to catch up, and they can eat the whole team that has split out, and there is no scum left.

If the enemy doesn't chase after him, it can only mean one thing: the enemy has bitten other fat meat.

At the head of the group was a tall man in Chaos armor. His features were obscured under the helmet, revealing only a pair of eyes. His armor was indistinguishable from that of a normal Chaos Warrior, but he was the leader of the team as evidenced by his position in the team and the Marauder scouts who came from behind to report to him from time to time. If a third person is present, it is easy to guess that the man is a chosen warrior.

"Chosen Warrior" is the name of a class in Chaos, and this title also means that his power is above that of ordinary Chaos Warriors. In addition to the Chaos armor, he also received the additional favor of the Evil God, gaining at least one special ability. This ability could be a strength boost, an agility boost, a god-given magic weapon, or even a change in a part of the body—like an arm turning into a tentacle or something. In short, as long as he receives an additional reward from the Evil God in addition to the Chaos armor, he is a Chosen Warrior. In the large tribes, the Chosen Warriors constituted the leaders of the lower middle class. But in a small tribe, let's say a team of hundreds of people, the Chosen Warrior can be a leader.

"It seems that there are no pursuers. Nearby, a chauffeur (who could be seen by his attire as a veteran marauder) said to the Chosen One. "If there were, I would have chased after it a long time ago. We have to take a break today, and we can't do it anymore. ”

The Chosen Warrior looked at the old and weak women and children who were trudging along the side of the carriage, but did not answer.

"People may be okay, but horses can't stand it anymore. The coachman continued. "If the horse dies of exhaustion, things will get very troublesome. We don't have any extra horses. ”

"Okay. "The Chosen Warrior has finally moved. "Walk a little longer, and when dusk comes, we will set up camp and rest. ”

It looks like there's nothing to worry about. Until the end of dusk, night fell, and the scouts in the rear did not send a warning signal. By the time dinner has been over, even the most wary person can be relieved. There is no enemy chasing after you, and there is no danger in front (as mentioned earlier, the two tribes are located in a remote location, and they are not afraid of third-party interference in the war). Then it seems that a good rest and a good night's sleep to strengthen yourself to cope with tomorrow's fatigue is the best option.

Soon, the camp became quiet. The days of escape left everyone physically and mentally exhausted and unable to support. Today I can finally take a rest with peace of mind. As for the way forward...... The way ahead can only be left to the gods.

No one noticed a few dark shadows appearing - these were not pursuers from behind, but from the front - these shadows were clearly familiar with the way the Wandering Hunter tribe arranged the sentinels, and they came to the sentinel's position. However, their tiptoeing was superfluous, and even the sentries were asleep at this time due to excessive fatigue.

A rope silently slipped around the sentry's neck, then quickly tightened. By the time the Sentinel returned to reality from his sleep, he didn't even have the ability to sound an alarm. He could only struggle weakly, his hands and feet fluttering towards the sky, and then slowly weakened, and finally he did not move.

"Don't kill him, spare him his life. In the darkness, someone whispered. The other muttered discontentedly, but did not disobey his companion's opinion. Just as the sentry was dying, the deadly rope around his neck was released. Then, the unconscious sentry was placed on the ground, his hands and feet tied.

After doing this, three bird calls rang out in the darkness. Then, more shadows slowly crept in. They did not rush to attack at the first time, but slowly seized the advantageous terrain in all directions and formed an encirclement. This is clearly about to be caught in one go.

These dark shadows are none other than the tribal warriors of the wizard Asowen.

In this battle, Asowen is bound to win. He must eat this piece of fat thoroughly, cleanly, thoroughly. And - most importantly - the Qajar tribe must not be made aware of their existence. Otherwise, as long as the Qajar tribe stretched out a finger, Asowen would have to fall a heel fight.

Without the time and energy to set up a sturdy camp, the camp of this branch of the Wandering Hunter Tribe was barely fortified. And, in order to shelter from the wind, their camp was in a hollow. Asowen's men had already seized the surrounding heights.

One of his subordinates stepped up to the wizard's side, "Ready, sir." He said respectfully.

"Do it!" Asowen waved his hand. Then, the archers beside him shot a rattling arrow into the sky.

The shrill whistling instantly broke the silence of the night.

The Chosen Warrior opened his eyes. Although he was one of the first to wake up from his deep sleep, it was too late. At this moment, the cries of battle were everywhere, and the enemy rushed into the camp from all sides. Countless torches lit up in the darkness, and it looked like they were being attacked by an army of thousands.

"Qajars?!" the Chosen Warrior's heart chilled. He knew that the strength in his hands was too weak, and all the soldiers who could fight together were only three hundred, and they really couldn't withstand the attack of the Qajar army. However, the Chosen Warrior was the Chosen Warrior after all, and the hatred between the Wandering Hunter and Khazar was too strong for him to immediately make the only choice he could.

"Kill it!"

Fortunately, although tired tonight, almost all the warriors were resting in armor and weapons by their side. So after the battle began, although it was at an absolute disadvantage, it was not so much that it didn't even have a chance to fight back. The Chosen Warrior took the lead, followed by a dozen or so cronies and subordinates, aiming in one direction and rushing out. Although there were few people in this group, their combat power was very strong, and the encircled enemy could not block their impact at all, and they broke the encirclement and rushed out at once.

"You should have prepared a little more torches. Standing on a high place, Asowen whispered to himself. He doesn't have superhuman night vision, so although he knows that his side has a big advantage, he can't figure out the details of the battle.

Several figures in front of them were approaching, but the wizard didn't notice. He thought it was just his subordinates who had come to report the news to him, but unexpectedly, someone rushed over and brandished a snowy battle axe.

"Get out of here!" the Chosen Warrior slashed at the unprepared Asowen with an axe.