Chapter 478: Exploration of the Kingdom in the Lake, Fighting on the Valley Road!
The blazing sunshine falls on the barren mountains, illuminating the gray rocks with a halo. The entire mountain range on the island is yellow-brown, and the ups and downs form narrow valleys. The vegetation in the valleys is sparse, and except for the mountains on both sides, there is no
Not covered at all. The birds circling and chirping above the mountains filled everyone's ears and covered up the sound of walking. Occasionally, wild deer jumped past in the distance, but they always kept a distance from people and were extremely alert. This was after being hunted for generations.
, a habit passed down from generation to generation.
After passing a turn like this, two groups of soldiers holding weapons and looking alert met unexpectedly and unexpectedly!
There are more than a dozen Sri warriors with long hair, bare upper bodies, tied with crotch cloth, holding hunting bows, throwing guns and short spears. They are a hunting team from the tribe on the island, and they are clenching their weapons vigilantly at this time.
He stared at the five strange warriors not far away. The old hunter who led him wore a feathered straw hat and had a stone drum wrapped around his waist. He took two steps forward, took a look at the strange clothes of the person opposite, and asked sharply.
"...Quihya...? Quihya... fans? Who are you?"
The sentence structure of Sri is different from other tribal languages, and important words and phrases are placed first.
Upon hearing the question, the Prepecha warriors looked at each other. The language spoken on the other side was completely different from Nahua and had nothing to do with Prepecha. They could not understand even half of the word. The leader of the team hesitated.
After a moment, he walked forward and faced the leader of the other side. He lowered his weapon to express his goodwill, and then loudly replied in Prepecha language.
"Tahéj? C, Hant Cáac! Tak York, Hant, Kangca! Tak York Island, ancestor, Kangka!"
The Konkak people are what the Sri people call themselves, which roughly means people of the desert, people who migrate to the south, or people who are hunting. The captains of both sides were more than ten steps apart, shouting to each other constantly and trying to make gestures at the same time.
The old hunter released his palm and shouted several times, but never received an understandable response. Then, with a serious look on his face, he held the bow, a threat appeared on his face, and his shouts became louder and louder.
"...tintica ntáho! Tintica, ntáho! Far away, away!!"
"Ochi, Kunguriqua! We are friends!"
"Tintica, Ntaho! Get out of here!... Hante, Tintica, Ntaho! Get out of our ancestral land!!"
"Ochi, Kunguriqua! We are friends!"
"...itác?! Itác!"
The old hunter had an angry look on his face. He glanced at the high peaks on the island, which were the sacred blessings and the place where the ancestors left their inheritance. At this moment, the ancestral land of the Koncak people was invaded by a strange tribe.
!
"Itaco! Kill them! Kill!!"
The old hunter roared, waved his hands forward angrily, and gave the order to attack. Then, he quickly shot an arrow, hitting the squad leader right in the face!
The samurai squad leader screamed, covered his eyes, and fell to the ground. He rolled crazily in pain, but the boundless darkness surged in, from the eyes to the brain, drowning the fate of Tonali.
"Itaco! Kill!"
More than a dozen Sri people shouted in confusion and swarmed forward. Three or four hunters held hunting bows and aimed at the warriors on the opposite side. The remaining seven or eight warriors brandished short spears and charged from both sides.
"Whoosh!"
Almost at the same time, a copper arrow shot through the sky and went straight to the old hunter standing at the front. The old hunter subconsciously stretched out his palm to block it, but the fierce arrow shot directly through his palm and pierced deeply into his neck.
!Blood red sprayed instantly, and the living corpse fell powerlessly, bringing a touch of moisture and brightness to the withered yellow earth.
After the young archer in the back row shot an arrow, he dropped his longbow on the spot. Such a close distance was only enough for him to shoot the prepared arrow. Then, he held the conch around his neck and puffed out his cheeks to blow.
ring.
"Didi! Didi! Di!..."
The warning conch horn was urgent and shrill, echoing in the vast sky and drifting towards the landing coast. The three Prepecha warriors in the front row raised their shields and held bronze spears to cover each other. Three or four bone arrows were accurately fired.
, but it was either blocked by the warrior's shield, or inserted diagonally into the leather armor, causing almost no harm. The warriors all wore strong leather armor. As long as they were careful to guard their faces, they would not be easily shot down by the enemy's soft bows.
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"Itaco!!"
After a round of bone arrows, the Sri tribe warriors on both sides also rushed forward. They shouted loudly and thrust out the short spears in their hands. Compared with the precise shooting skills of the Sri hunters, the warriors' short spears were
They were much inferior. Most of them had no plan and struck the shields of the warriors in vain, like frantic coyotes.
The middle-aged warrior Prepecha in the middle is the most senior and occupies the core position. He has a stable expression and swings his shield vigorously, deflecting the short spear of a Sri warrior. Then, he stabs out the copper spear lightly and accurately.
Plunge into the opponent's exposed chest, then pull it out quickly, and a fountain of blood will suddenly spurt out!
The Sri warrior howled miserably, covered his chest in vain, threw his head back and fell. Facing such an unarmored opponent, the spear should not be thrust too hard, otherwise it would pierce too deep and get stuck in the ribs and cannot be pulled out. But as long as
It can pierce the internal organs shallowly, and the severe pain and internal bleeding that follows will make people lose their fighting ability immediately, and then take away their lives mercilessly!
"Pfft! Pfft!"
The sound of copper spears piercing flesh was heard one after another, and there were two fatal thrusts of the spears. Two of the Sri warriors in the field fell again. The chaotic tribal warriors became more and more chaotic, with no courage and no strength at all.
The four Prepecha warriors have formed a tight formation. Although their opponents are twice as many as them, they are unable to shake them at all.
The captains of both sides had died in battle. The battle at the moment was very fierce and somewhat chaotic. It wasn't until another tribal warrior fell that a tattooed Sri warrior reacted. He quickly took a few steps back and shouted sharply.
"The enemy, turtle, is tough! Use throwing spears and poisonous arrows! Kill the ones in the middle, they are powerful!"
"Bang! Bang!"
Soon, three bone spears were shot hard, tilting the shield of the middle-aged warrior. Then, three dark red bone arrows came quickly, hitting his shoulder, chest and arm respectively. The shoulder and the
The chest was covered with thickened armor, and had not been penetrated by soft bows. Only the arms were thin, and the skin was torn by bone arrows.
"Well?!"
The middle-aged samurai didn't notice it at first and continued to fight without caring. But after a moment, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his arm, like a ball of fire, burning from his arm to his brain. But after a while, he saw something in front of him.
Suddenly, he fainted and fell to the ground.
"Itaco! Kill!"
Seeing the enemy fall to the ground, the remaining Sri soldiers inspired their last courage and rushed forward.
“Praise the Lord God!”
As soon as the Prepecha warrior formation dispersed, they came into close contact with the tribal warriors. The remaining three warriors became so fierce that they simply turned around and rushed forward, relying on the protection of their leather armor to fight hand-to-hand with the tribal warriors.
"Dedicate yourself to God! Kill!"
The brutal fighting lasted for more than ten breaths. One warrior was hit by several spears, which pierced his leather armor and penetrated deeply into his lower abdomen. Three Sri warriors were attacked at close range and stabbed to death one after another! More than ten tribesmen
Half of the warriors were broken, and the remaining ones could no longer hold on and fled to the east. They wanted to bring the information about the invasion of their ancestral land back to the tribe as soon as possible!
The tattooed Sri warrior was also injured and stumbled back. He escaped for more than a dozen steps when a sharp copper arrow whizzed towards him, piercing his back and shooting him to the ground. Then he fell to the ground.
, the only Prepecha archer who could move stepped forward. He pursed his lips, leaned down, pulled out the dagger from his waist, aimed it at the enemy's exposed neck, and stabbed it hard!
"Bah!"
The young archer's eyes were dyed blood red. With his red eyes, he looked around the fighting valley, and everything he saw was blood.
After a short battle, the Sri people left eight corpses behind. Two of the patrolling five-man team also died, one was seriously injured, and the remaining two were seriously injured. He was the only one who could walk with his injuries.
The bright sunlight fell on the deep earth, and bright blood spread slowly, like swaying red flowers. This was the first encounter between the Kingdom in the Lake and the Sri people, in the warm spring of March, on the deserted and arid island.
On, let the blood flower of life bloom.
The young archer stared blankly for a moment and stood blankly for a while. Then he raised the conch horn around his neck again and blew it high.
"Didi! Didi! Didi!...Didi! Didi! Didi!..."
The conch number changed from short to long. Its meaning is: "The alarm is lifted, the enemy...disintegrates!"
