Inside the mud shelf is actually Song Kui's own name. Seeing that these people are completely black, it seems appropriate that they should be called "Nigritto", which is a word in Spanish that means small and dark.
Regardless of whether they are male or female, when they reach the age of thirteen or fourteen, they will repeatedly draw patterns on their bodies with shells, then jump into the sea covered in blood and soak in the sea water to inflame the wounds on their bodies, and then lie down on the beach.
Above, those rose-colored scars exposed to the sun are not caused by any added paint, but are contrasted by their dark skin.
General Meng, General Meng, and about thirty sergeants were facing more than 300 "Negrito" people who lived with wild beasts all year round. The number of people on both sides was one to ten.
General Meng and a dozen sergeants armed with bows and arrows immediately used rocks as cover and shot out a row of sharp arrows! The "Negrito" people who rushed at the front screamed and fell to the ground, and only a few people rushed out of the crowd.
The short black woman stepped forward to take care of them, while the others rushed forward without looking back as if they had not seen what was happening.
The remaining dozen or so people were not holding bows and arrows, but I just picked a knife from the pile of corpses underground. Our task was to protect the archers. Once the "Negrito" people rushed forward, the bows and arrows
The hands lose their function and are most vulnerable to attack
"Brothers," I said to the remaining dozen or so people: "Since we came out of Ink Island, we haven't even had a decent hand-to-hand fight. Today, we finally came across an opportunity. Someone here wants to
It’s a killing spree, I just don’t know what you think.”
"What else can you think? I followed King Tian and fought countless battles in Qilu without blinking an eye. Isn't it fine now? But since I followed you, General Tian, I have become more and more like a young master.
, I even doubt whether I can still do it." Someone in the crowd said in a loud voice
The enemy has already arrived, and we can't tolerate any more talk. General Meng winked at me and waved his hand at the archers. They shot the arrows on the strings, and a dozen more "Nigritos" fell down with a groan.
The archers hunkered down and retreated
This is a combat routine we often trained in the past. Today we are very skilled in using it. It is our turn to go on the field and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.
Our role is like a dam in front of the tide, blocking the enemy's charge and providing a safe firing distance for the archers.
These people all came from a forest of swords and guns. Tian Wang introduced them to me, "A soldier is almost not a qualified soldier unless he has gone through at least three hand-to-hand combats, and they are all villains."
When you are face to face with the enemy, all your rhetoric has no chance to express for the time being. Now you rely on everyone's most primitive tolerance and sensitivity. When you are surrounded by enemies in front and behind you, cruelty is the most appropriate expression.
You swing a knife, but at the same time there are four or five weapons attacking you. Whether to dodge, block, or kill, the decision is all made in the blink of an eye. It can even be said that it is your instinct that makes the decision.
Decide
Preserving ourselves and our companions, stabbing the enemy in the most effective way, and making them lie on the ground groaning in pain, is the purpose of our group.
It is not an exaggeration to say that they are villains. These polite and courteous sergeants rushed into the enemy formation faster than I could imagine. The formation of the "Negrito" people suddenly stagnated. Our appearance was too sudden.
They thought that given the huge disparity in numbers between the two sides, we should run away like wild beasts.
A sergeant next to me cut open the artery in the neck of a black guy with a knife. The blood shot straight out in the opposite direction and sprayed on the face of another black guy. He stretched out his hand to wipe his own eyes. The other sergeant struck while the iron was hot, and the result was with one knife.
took his life
However, we can't fight without looking back. I can also feel that General Meng and the others have entered the waiting distance again. The sergeants have a keener sense than me. They yelled and their eyes were filled with anger, which made people feel cold.
The weapon in his hand gleamed with cold light, and he actually launched a short countercharge!
In fact, I have never experienced hand-to-hand combat. Today is also an opportunity for me to learn. In daily hunting, the "Negrito" people are used to chasing wild animals and are not used to being bitten by wild beasts. The simple wooden weapons in their hands
Making bows and arrows is regarded as a stick by some people in their eagerness. The strength of bows and arrows lies in shooting at long distances. When they come face to face with us in a hurry, the disadvantages of bows and arrows suddenly appear.
Faced with our inhumane impact, some of the "Nigritos" began to retreat. I waved my sword to strike, but a sergeant passing by me pulled me and said, "It's time to go, General."
Only then did I see that everyone was retreating in unison. The timing was so good. The fierceness just now was just preparation for the retreat later. A person's outburst is limited by physical strength. A good person,
Experienced soldiers know how to use their limited physical strength
If we continue to tangle with the enemy, we will immediately fall into passivity, because the difference in numbers is too big. Once they wake up from the initial chaos and surround us, General Meng's archers will be unable to exert their strength.
It's our turn to have nightmares
In just a blink of an eye, we got rid of the "Negrito" people and opened a gap on both sides. When they roared over again, our archers once again shot the sharp arrows on the strings.
!
In this round of duel, we took an advantage, and at least fifty or sixty "Negrito" people lost their combat effectiveness.
Organizing a battle of three to four hundred people may be the largest scale of the "Negrito" people. Besides, they have never encountered today's situation in their usual hunting. They were caught off guard. If they had some more experience
If they do, they will fight us to the death, and then the dozen of us may not be able to escape unscathed.
Even so, we had to retreat while fighting. While running, I checked my sergeants. They were okay. There was no fear on everyone's face, only sweat.
Hand-to-hand combat is different from pushing sand and cement, or lifting a barbell. When you are tired, you can rest for a while, take a breath, and come back when your strength is restored. You have to act when you are tired.
We retreated into a small forest, and General Meng met us at the edge of the forest. "Go down and take a breath!" He only said, "It's time to look at us."
A dozen archers took off their arrow pots and handed the bows and arrows into our hands. The two sides exchanged weapons. We soldiers are all generalists. This is not a simple matter of multiple skills. In combat,
, the role played is quite different
And how could the people of "Negrito" imagine that Lvsong Island, which has been surrounded by the ocean for tens of thousands of years, finally had the opportunity to see the bravery of the imperial soldiers from across the ocean?
I also got a pair of bows and arrows. Usually, General Ji teaches me how to use them. Today is a practical practice.