Chapter 142 Lan Tribe
Chapter 142 Lan Tribe
The night sky is vast.
Under the stars, the Lan tribe settled their cattle and sheep with tents scattered on the grassland. As winter approached, supplies were scarce and many old people had frozen to death in the late autumn nights. There was a legend circulating among the grassland tribes that behind the ink-black Great Wall, south of the river, there was milk and honey everywhere, there was no cold winter, and the four seasons were like spring.
Crows circled in the night sky and finally landed around the well. Jiang He climbed out of the canal and his eyes quickly caught sight of several bonfires in the distance.
"Boss, this is a medium-sized tribe with more than 40,000 people. Half of the young and strong have followed the captain to the front line, and the rest are responsible for guarding the slaves."
Most of the young and strong men in the grassland tribes can ride on horses and fight. This is their daily survival skill. When winter comes, the royal court moves south and the various tribes respond one after another, organizing an army of 300,000. They set out from the only city in the entire grassland, which is the place where the barbarians worship the sky and the great Khan lives. It is called Dragon City.
In the past two or three hundred years, only one warrior has been awarded the honor of "Dragon City", which was awarded by the Great Khan himself. It is of great significance. Legend has it that his slaves alone can fill several medium-sized tribes, and the number of slaves largely determines authority.
At the end of autumn, tribes with sufficient food, cattle and sheep would begin to annex other tribes, plunder resources and capture young and strong people. After these young and strong people became slaves, they could only gain freedom and successfully integrate into the group if they were chosen by the women of the winning tribe. Otherwise, they would have to fight on the front line until death.
Overall, this is a law of survival that requires the replacement of the old with the new and reducing population consumption of resources.
Jiang He took out the Lionheart Helmet from the equipment bar, then used the costume-changing brooch to slightly modify its appearance, and finally put it on his head to cover his face.
“Is there a problem with the language?”
Wuhe understood what the other party meant and replied, "Before entering the world, Origin loaded a language translation module. In the ears of the barbarians, we speak the barbarian language, which does not affect communication."
Jiang He nodded, picked up the Changhen Spear and walked straight to the slave detention area in the center of the tribe.
During this period, slaves were valuable assets, and they had to bear most of the losses in the early stages of the siege.
The night is as cold as water.
In the center of the tribe, more than 3,000 young and strong men were tied up on the grass. The method of detention was very simple. A wooden stake was driven into the spot, and then vines were wrapped around the hands and feet of the slaves. The needles of this special plant were extremely small and could pierce the skin with any movement, causing unbearable pain.
There are hundreds of barbarians stationed in the detention area. After the previous Great Khan launched the reform, the iron smelting technology of the Northern Barbarians has greatly improved. The quality of some tribes' spears is not inferior to the standard weapons of the Anbei Army.
"Stop!"
A centurion heard the unobstructed footsteps and looked back. A tall figure came into view. The other party was holding a silver-white spear with dark red patterns on the spear body.
no answer.
The barbarian soldiers raised their spears one after another, and they came with ill intentions.
The centurion snorted coldly and moved forward with his legs raised, his speed getting faster and faster. Finally, with a roar, he stabbed the enemy in the face with his spear, but the silver spear was faster. Only an afterimage was seen in the air. In an instant, the centurion was turned into a ball of blood mist.
The barbarian soldiers rushed forward, blocking the enemy's body with their spears, and their shouts and screams woke up the entire tribe.
Jiang He held the butt of the gun and swung it in a circle. The energy value dropped by two-fifths in an instant, and a dark red blood moon rose.
After one shot, the ground was covered with body parts.
Hundreds of barbarian soldiers were cut in half, and the surviving soldiers stopped moving forward.
Jiang He stepped over the corpses and pools of blood, came to the detention area, and swung his gun to break the vines that bound a slave.
"Come with me." The slave shook his head desperately. He had been chosen by the tribal women and would be free again before winter.
Jiang He smashed it into a pulp with one shot, pointing the tip of the gun at the slave next to him.
"Come with me."
"go!"
The slave screamed as if out of control, with fear still on his face. The death of his companion was so sudden that he was completely unprepared.
Jiang He untied the vines and weeds that bound the slaves one by one. After he had taken a few steps, the slave who had lost control and was shouting began to run wildly outside. His escape attracted more people.
At the same time, the cavalry of the Lan tribe gathered together. More than a dozen cavalry rushed into the group of slaves, brandishing swords and spears, and blood splattered. Faced with possible rebellion and strange outsiders, the Lan tribe chose to suppress it harshly.
Chaos gradually escalated. Faced with this wanton slaughter, the slaves began to resist. The slaves who escaped first had no horses and were driven back again.
The fighting became more and more intense. A slave rushed into the tent and hacked a barbarian mother and daughter to death with his sword. Seeing this, the young and strong men of the Lan family fought desperately with the enemy with red eyes.
There was an ecstatic fight everywhere. Barbarians kept falling to the ground and dying. Crows flew between the tents with tinder in their beaks, accompanied by excited cries of owls. Tents were on fire and the fire spread rapidly until it soon spread throughout the tribe.
"The attempt failed."
Jiang He stood in the center of the fighting barbarians, looking thoughtful. His first plan was to rescue the slaves and then lead them to defeat the Lan tribe, but it was obvious that the barbarians did not have a strong will for freedom. Things change over time, and slavery was part of the barbarian customs and had long been deeply rooted.
Jiang He looked around. Even if he successfully controlled these slaves, it would be difficult to make them bigger and stronger by simply inflicting fear. If he wanted to build and control an army, he must have a basic base and a reward and punishment system. For nomadic barbarians, both of these were related to cattle and sheep. However, occupying cattle and sheep meant sacrificing the speed of the cavalry. Facing the royal court, failure was almost inevitable.
"Then kill them all."
Jiang He converted all the remaining energy into blood poison and then poured it into the little white snake's body in one breath.
Zhuang Ya raised her head and opened her mouth at her neck, releasing billowing white mist that swept forward like a tsunami, spreading with the wind and covering a small portion of the detention area. Her snake mist, which originally had insufficient toxicity, was compensated by the blood poison, and immediately showed its powerful lethality.
White Snake's innate talent, Return to Origin, is activated.
Zhuang Ya used 70% of her own demonic power to restore Jiang He's depleted energy to the same 70% ratio.
The second combo is released.
Thicker snake mist gushed out, filling the entire detention area with white mist. Slaves and barbarians fell to the ground one after another, their faces gray and black, shaking and dying in pain.
Poison and fire descended upon the Lan tribe at the same time.
Jiang He kept moving around, shooting and killing the barbarians who were running around. Thousands of people died in the center of the tribe, which meant that the Lan family had lost the power to effectively resist, and the remaining members of the tribe fled in all directions.
At the same time, a burly old man holding a spear rode his horse towards the Lan tribe where the sky was lit up with fire. He had no armor or helmet, only cloth clothes and an iron spear. He had an ordinary face, but his eyes seemed to contain a cold light.
The burly old man approached the outskirts of the tribe, raised his spear, and then swung it violently. His muscles trembled irregularly, and the next second, a lifelike true dragon flew out from the end of the spear. The dragon flew dozens of meters, its power not reduced at all, and landed among the crowd, killing more than fifty riders with a single shot.
(End of this chapter)