No one noticed when the aborigines appeared, they seemed to come out of nowhere.
The totems with unknown meanings on his body, including his face, looked so terrifying under the flickering firelight.
These sturdy natives were full of murderous intent and did not have many iron weapons, but no one dared to say that the wooden bows, stone axes, and bone blades in their hands could not kill anyone.
There are too many people, more and more, countless.
There are men, women and children of all ages. The most muscular men have bald heads, which adds a bit of ferocity.
The boat division troops quickly gathered around Chu Qing. More than 600 people quickly formed an extremely dense circular battle formation.
This kind of battle formation is rarely practiced. Normally, the boat master does not need to practice this kind of battle formation, but Brother Dajun insists on doing so.
Because this kind of battle formation is used to fight to the death after being surrounded. This battle formation will only be used when you are surrounded and have no chance to survive.
Brother Dajun is a frontier hero, a frontier hero with a Sisyphean tragedy outside the customs on the grassland. Only he can let the army practice this kind of battle formation, with a smile on his face, hiding the pessimism and sadness in his heart.
Despair, he believed that the end of the army would eventually be to die in battle and be shrouded in horse leather, so everyone should practice this kind of battle formation. Even until the moment of death, they should use the army's method, take their time, and not be laughed at by the enemy.
, formed the last battle formation in the army, and died happily.
Chu Qing's breathing gradually became heavier, and the soldiers inevitably became nervous.
The disparity in the number of people was too great. Countless figures were shuttled in the darkness. From what could be seen, there were more than 2,000 people in all directions. What made everyone even more frightened was that many indigenous people came out from where they had just been hiding.
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This means that they were exposed to the eyes of these natives when they were hiding.
"Load the gunpowder crossbow and I'll try to communicate."
Chu Qing calmed down in an instant. Even though his back was wet with cold sweat, he still calmed down quickly.
But who would have thought that when the first soldier put the wooden box he was carrying on the ground, a sharp arrow shot into the gap between the soldier's fingers. The cold arrow was close to the middle finger and index finger.
No one saw who shot this arrow. It came from the darkness and made no sound.
Chu Qing quickly shouted: "Don't act rashly!"
Thousands of indigenous people did not make the slightest sound, the silence was terrifying, and their bare chests did not have any rhythm or ups and downs that should occur when breathing.
The indigenous people holding long and short bows slowly pulled the bow strings.
Chu Qing's eyes were about to burst: "Use a gunpowder crossbow to kill..."
"Master, wait!" The third brother quickly stopped Chu Qing. Before he could explain, the sound of the bowstring vibrating could be heard.
Everything happened so unexpectedly, sharp arrows streaked across the night sky, and each sharp arrow hit the head, throat, and chest in critical locations.
Chu Qing and many soldiers even felt the strong wind as the sharp arrows brushed against their bodies.
The thieves fell one after another.
Chu Qing swallowed hard. He almost made a big mistake.
The third brother just identified the positions where these bows and arrows were aimed. They were extremely scattered. If they were to shoot their own enemies, it would not be like this. Therefore, these people shot those who were brave and brave just now, but now they are trembling and just closing their eyes and waiting to die.
Ying thief.
These natives are not shooting Chang people, at least, not now.
The Japanese thieves all fell. Each Japanese thief had at most three arrows stuck in his body. These natives did not have any communication, as if they had a tacit understanding. Each Japanese thief had one to three arrows in his body. This kind of
His archery skills even surpassed those of the most proficient cavalry and archery battalion elites from the Dachang Dynasty!
Chu Qing breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, before all the bad breath came out, the natives holding bows drew their bows and strings again.
This time, the arrows were aimed at the soldiers.
"We are from Chang!" Chu Qing pushed Qin Qi away who was blocking him, threw the broken knife on the ground, and shouted: "We have no ill intentions, we are from Chang, and there are no ill intentions from Chang people."
After finishing speaking, Chu Qing tore open the armor again and quickly threw it at his feet: "There is no malice!"
An extremely thin old man walked out. He was missing one leg and did not need any support. He just jumped out on one leg. The totem on his face was a little distorted, and his skin was wrinkled like old tree bark.
"Long...bear..." The old man was so thin, but his eyes were extremely sharp, like two cold lights, looking at Chu Qing closely.
"Yes, we are from Chang, Chang people!"
"Be patient..." The old man shook his head and sneered. The sneer contained contempt: "What a... dog..."
Chu Qing frowned fiercely, who did it?
The old man raised his skinny finger, pointed at Chu Qing, then crossed Fu San and Qin Qi next to him, and finally landed on the heads of the soldiers: "Smecta."
Chu Qing was stunned and subconsciously replied: "Oppa?"
"Smecta." The old man laughed like a night owl, and then scratched his neck with his long nails.
Chu Qing's face was filled with despair.
He finally understood and understood what the other party meant.
The other party mistakenly thought that everyone was from Goguryeo, because just now he stupidly called Smecta!
It seems that these aboriginal people not only killed the Japanese thieves, but also hated the Goguryeo people.
Just by looking at the appearance of these natives, you can tell that they definitely don’t have warships, and even if they did, they wouldn’t go to Goguryeo.
Then there is only one answer. Goguryeo warships also came and fought with the natives.
"People from Chang are not Smecta!"
At this moment, Chu Qing was extremely upset and regretted that his intestines were green. Why did he call him Smecta? Why did the army become so stupid that they kept shouting Smecta? If he had not shouted, he would not have ended up like this.
The natives were indifferent, and the old man just looked at Chu Qing jokingly.
He must be able to understand the word "Changren", so he thought Chu Qing was lying to him because the soldiers called Smecta on the battlefield.
Chu Qing's regret only lasted for two seconds, and then he turned around and whispered: "I walked over, held Lao Deng hostage, kicked the gunpowder crossbow box back, loaded the gunpowder crossbow, and shot into the sky to deter them. If they
Still have to shoot arrows..."
Chu Qing spit out one word harshly---Kill!
Facts have proved that Chu Qing thought too much and the other party did not give him this opportunity.
The bowstring was stretched into a full moon, and sharp arrows were aimed at all the troops.
Chu Qing laughed evilly and slowly picked up the short knife on the ground: "The Japanese invaded you. You are innocent. I know that, but it does not mean that we will not kill you all. If we fight, we will fight to the death!"
Qin Qi took a step sideways and blocked his slightly thin body in front of Chu Qing, while the third brother blocked Chu Qing's back.
In fact, no matter where they are, there is nothing. There are too many natives, too many.
At this moment, Chu Qing could even see the fingers of these natives slowly loosening.
Taking a deep breath, Chu Qing's mind went blank.
Seeing that he was about to fight to the death, the sneering old man suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the expressionless natives and the archers holding long bows all put down their bows and arrows, and some kind of expression appeared on their faces.
An expression, some kind of incomprehensible expression.
The natives all looked at Chu Qing, no, they looked behind him.
A man walked out of the battle formation, holding his hands. In his hands was a piece of soft silk cloth. Inside the silk cloth, wrapped was a small, wiped and extremely clean head.
Tao Shaozhang, the young minister of Dali Temple in Dachang, walked over with a gentle smile on his face, holding the little head in his hands.
No one knows why the uncle left a head, not even the uncle himself. Perhaps, he just wanted to protect the head personally, so he carried it with him by accident.
The old man jumped up again, his withered lips curved.
An old man and a young man faced each other. Tao Shaozhang wrapped the head in silk cloth and solemnly handed it to the old man.
The old man looked at the head with tears streaming down his face: "Be patient..."
Tao Shaozhang smiled: "Wow wow wow wow wow wow."
The old man holding the silk cloth raised his head, with an excited look on his face, and suddenly grabbed Tao Shaozhang's arm: "Chang... endure, bang... friend!"
"Yes, friend." Tao Shaozhang patted the old man's thin arm, then bent down and pulled out a short knife from his boot, with the handle facing the other person: "Gift, friend."
Qin Qi looked confused: "Brother, I heard... Brother Tao has a younger sister in Beijing?"
Chu Qing: "..."
Fu San looked sideways and couldn't help but take a high look.
As expected, he is Qin Gang's son, a top-notch person, that's not what he is. If he can become a family with his uncle, he can just live his life and don't need to worry about anything else.
