Jiang Xuan sat on the back of the purple eagle, surrounded by the whistling wind, and behind him were the crocodile tribe getting further and further away, and the silly girl on a certain stilted building.
His face looked slightly disappointed, because the Crocodile Tribe did not agree to go out in full force to besiege the Black Snake Tribe together with the Vine Tribe, and only agreed to send some warriors to help in the battle.
However, this is also expected. After all, the Crocodile Tribe has a huge business, and the risk of breaking out is too great. What's more, the Black Snake Tribe is relatively far away from them, so there is no conflict of interest for the time being.
If it weren't for the enmity they had with the Black Snake Tribe and the many interests they had with the Vine Tribe, I'm afraid they wouldn't even send anyone to help them fight.
Jiang Xuan muttered to himself: "Sure enough, at any time, one's own strength is the real strength, and relying on others is unreliable."
Tangyuan flapped its wings and flew in the direction of the Vine Tribe with all its strength. Amidst the howling wind, Jiang Xuan's eyes gradually became determined.
He understood that since they could not join forces with the Crocodile Tribe to attack together, the Vine Tribe could only lead the affiliated tribes to fight against the Black Snake Tribe.
This is a tough battle. If we win, the Vine Tribe's position in the central region will be completely stable.
Because they defeated a large and fierce tribe, this record was enough to deter those tribes with evil intentions.
If they lose the battle, the great situation that the Vine Tribe has finally managed to achieve is likely to be ruined, and it may even be forced to withdraw from the central part of the Southern Wilderness.
Is the risk high? It is indeed very high, but Jiang Xuan has no choice.
If the Bamboo Rat Tribe is allowed to be destroyed, it will also be a fatal blow to the prestige of the Teng Tribe. It will make other tribes think that the Teng Tribe is weak and can be bullied, and the Black Snake Tribe will also be very likely to get worse.
"Since you have no choice, let's fight, fight to achieve a great reputation, and fight to create a bright world!"
Jiang Xuan's eyes became extremely fierce. He stretched out his hand to hold the bronze war spear beside him. The totem pattern on his skin automatically appeared. His blood was boiling and his fighting spirit was high.
"Hey..."
Purple Diao Tangyuan felt Jiang Xuan's fighting spirit and became excited. It chirped loudly, the totem pattern of the Vine Tribe slowly appeared on its forehead, and its flying speed was twice as fast as before.
In the evening, Jiang Xuan had already rushed back to the Vine Tribe.
He first listened to the latest information collected by Thorn Vine, and then called everyone together to explain the situation of the Crocodile Tribe.
After he finished speaking, he stood up from his chair, looked at everyone and said: "Our Vine Tribe can reach today not by relying on the help and charity of others, but by fighting on our own. We have fought the more difficult battles."
After fighting it, are you still afraid of the Black Snake Tribe?"
Nepeta was the first to stand up: "Don't be afraid, I've long wanted to taste those big black snakes!"
Everyone agreed:
"I want to eat snake soup!"
"I want to drink snake soup!"
"I want to eat grilled snake meat"
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The crowd was excited and their fighting spirit was high. No one flinched and no one was afraid.
A smile appeared on Jiang Xuan's face: "Okay, inform all affiliated tribes to set off in the direction of the Bamboo Rat Tribe tomorrow morning. Except for the necessary left-behind personnel, all the others will participate in the battle."
"Anyone who refuses to fight is equivalent to betraying the Vine Tribe!"
Afterwards, everyone discussed the specific details, and then hurriedly dismissed the meeting. Each leader went to inform the tribesmen to prepare for the war, and Thorn Vine was responsible for informing all affiliated tribes.
Not long after the meeting, two soldiers from the foundry came to see Jiang Xuan carrying a stick-like object wrapped in animal skin.
After the two saw Jiang Xuan, they laid the stick-like object horizontally on the ground and unwrapped the animal skin, revealing a weapon with a cold light shining on it.
"Chief, this is a special spear we made according to your requirements. Please accept it, chief."
Jiang Xuan was refreshed and immediately stepped forward, excitedly grabbing the special spear on the ground.
In fact, this is not a spear. Its real name should be a spear because its head is a sharp prismatic spear head instead of a long and narrow spear head.
This long spear is about three meters long. It is forged from fine iron and has been carefully polished. It is silver-white in color and has a cold light on its blade.
This is a real fierce weapon in war. Fine iron has higher strength and toughness than bronze, and spears are more suitable for large-scale combat environments than spears.
Jiang Xuan held the thick and heavy weapon and played with it for a while, then asked the two soldiers: "How much does this spear weigh? Have you weighed it?"
One of the soldiers replied: "Weighed it, it's eighty-six pounds."
Jiang Xuan nodded with satisfaction and said: "Very good."
An ordinary spear with a wooden handle only weighs seven or eight pounds, but Jiang Xuan's spear weighs more than ten times that of an ordinary spear. It would be difficult for ordinary warriors to carry it while walking, let alone holding it in their hands for fighting.
Only a seven-color warrior with infinite strength like Jiang Xuan can use such an extremely heavy long weapon in combat.
Jiang Xuan took out a handful of sword coins and gave them to the two warriors without even counting them. "I am very satisfied with this weapon. You have worked hard to forge it for so long. Take these sword coins back and share them with the tribesmen who participated in the forging."
Let’s reward everyone.”
The two soldiers were overjoyed: "Thank you very much, chief."
Jiang Xuan smiled and waved his hand, letting them go back on their own.
After the two soldiers left, Jiang Xuan played with the fine iron spear again. He felt that the room was too small and could not be used, so he took the spear and came to the yard.
It was the first day of February, and there was no moon in the sky. The yard was dark, with only the flames in the fire pit shining a little light through the door.
Fortunately, Jiang Xuan had eaten a lot of night-eye mushrooms and had night vision, so the night or day had little effect on him.
He walked to the most spacious place in the yard, and while recalling the Liuhe spear that he had practiced out of interest in his previous life, he held the spear in his hand and practiced slowly.
At first, his speed was very slow, and his movements were a bit unfamiliar, but gradually, those spear skills reappeared in his mind like a movie, and the fine iron spear in his hand gradually became familiar, and his movements gradually became faster.
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"Huhuhu..."
When he got excited about practicing, he took off his shirt and all the totem patterns on his skin lit up. The spear in his hand danced faster and faster, the tip of the spear was like a rainstorm of pear blossoms, and the sound of the wind was like the roar of dragons and tigers.
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After hearing the noise, Chi Shao and the soldiers from the guard team came to watch one after another. They saw Jiang Xuan and the spear in the yard seemed to be one, a bit of cold light flying up and down, the whistling spear set off gusts of wind, and countless fallen leaves were falling on the ginger.
Flying around Xuan.
Chi Shao and others' eyes widened when they saw it, and everyone was so shocked that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear.
As tribesmen, they use a lot of spears, but they only know the basic movements of stabbing, picking, chopping, and slashing. When have they ever seen such violent and smooth spear skills?
"Dah!"
Jiang Xuan got excited and stabbed a thick log in the yard with his spear. Then he held the tail of the spear and shook it suddenly.
"Crack!"
The piece of wood was first punched with a hole, and then violently torn apart by the huge force coming from the gun body, breaking into two pieces.
"happy!"
Jiang Xuan retracted his gun and turned around, and the tail of the gun hit the ground heavily. At this time, not only did he not feel tired, but he felt refreshed.
It was only then that everyone outside the courtyard came back to their senses and rushed into the courtyard one after another as if they were surprised. They all asked Jiang Xuan about this special weapon and the dazzling weapon he had just used.
marksmanship.
Jiang Xuan introduced them to this "spear" evolved from a spear with a smile, and conveyed the concept of "marksmanship" to everyone for the first time.
Everyone was very excited and asked Jiang Xuan to teach him marksmanship.
Jiang Xuan promised them that after the battle was over, he would have the foundry forge a large number of gun heads and teach them marksmanship.
Of course, for mass-produced long guns, only the head is made of iron, and the body of the gun must be made of wood.
The reason for doing this is firstly to save costs, and secondly not everyone has the strength to use an extremely heavy all-iron gun.
After receiving Jiang Xuan's promise, everyone left the yard with satisfaction and went back to prepare various items and weapons for tomorrow's battle.
After all, this war is related to the survival of the Vine Tribe in the central region, and everything must first make way for the war.