With more than 10,000 soldiers, there are no borders. Today, I looked at the darkness of the Negritos in the gaps in the forest. They were only about 300 people. I am afraid there are too many for the faint of heart. I said to General Meng, "The most important thing today is
Get away, no longer killing the enemy, and we are outnumbered, so the trick just now cannot be used again."
"I haven't had enough killing yet," General Meng said while looking out of the forest, but he still waved his hand and we retreated deeper into the forest.
The forest is not big, with a radius of two miles, but we are hidden in it, and it is a bit difficult to find us quickly. But we are in the forest, and we can still hear the movement outside the forest. We are looking for the enemy's flaws and waiting for an opportunity to escape.
They really treated us like wild beasts. There was a lot of movement outside the forest. It turned out that there were only about ten people hiding behind the rocks, knocking on the guys in their hands, shouting constantly, but there was no movement behind them. But there must be a large number of people there, Zhang
Waiting for us with pockets
General Meng and I looked at each other and smiled. This was too childish. Not to mention such a simple siege, we had already passed the ambush formation from all directions for a few years, and it was still too early to panic and choose the road.
The result of their bluff was that we suddenly rushed out and started slashing, leaving no one alive. The screams attracted more "Negrito" people, and their bamboo arrows flew over without thinking.
A sergeant groaned and was hit by an arrow in his thigh. I quickly supported him, stretched out my hand, pulled out the arrow from his leg and threw it to the ground.
We carried him and stepped on the corpses of more than a dozen "Nigritto" people and rushed up the trail and walked quickly towards Makka. Not long after, there was movement behind and in front of us.
We met a group of people hurriedly approaching. Their clothing was different from the people we saw in Makati. They were slightly taller and slightly burlier than the "Negrito" people. They had no archers.
But each person carries three or five throwing spears. Although we don't know these people, I saw Song Kui gesticulating in the team from a distance.
Our "reinforcements" have arrived. The withdrawal of the "Negrito" people from Makati originated from internal strife. Therefore, their current military actions are naturally regarded as provocations and purposeful and unreasonable troubles. In addition, Song Kui
After the provocation, the two parties did not answer each other and started fighting together.
We took this opportunity to leave them and leave. Song Kui caught up with us at some point. General Meng said to him, "Why, isn't Chief Song commanding the battle?" He smiled and said, "If we don't leave now, it will be worse."
When? Let them go dog eat dog."
We left the chaos behind us and quickly arrived at the beauty pageant at noon, but it was in a mess now. A small group of well-dressed donkey singers were heading towards Krabi.
The huge crowds of people we saw before have long since disappeared. We are hiding in a shack area. We don’t know what happened here. It seems that it is also very chaotic now. I asked Song Kui:
"Who did you bring to pick us up? Why don't I remember him at all?"
"Let me tell you, that is the army of another small country, called Ant Country. Their territory is south of here. There is a big island called Mindulu Island."
"This is a wonderful name. No wonder one person is carrying three guns," General Meng said.
In fact, that island was later called "Mindoluo". For example, if Donkey Song Island is the head of a person spying on Scarborough Shoal, Mindoro Island is the chin that is about to fall off the person's head.
Ant Country, the name of the ancient country, once translated as Mayi's hometown, is located on the island of Lusong, the people's capital. In 982 AD, the country officially started trade with China. It should be during the Taiping and Xingguo years of the Song Dynasty. After that, merchant ships continued to communicate.
But that was already a thousand years later
We are going to the Ant Country soon. From this moment on, the Ant Country has its first understanding of China.
There is a Mindulu Strait between there and here. These people were also recruited by the Donkey Song people. But what makes me ashamed is that these Donkey Song people are also experienced enough. Until now, I have not seen their headquarters.
Centaur
A small team of about five or six people hurried over to meet us. I winked, and General Meng and about ten people came forward to greet us.
Facing the "Akinu Guards" who suddenly appeared and walked up, they showed panic and grabbed the knives on their bodies. General Meng's soldiers punched them on the ground and escorted them in front of us.
The little leader held his head high and didn't even look at us. He didn't answer Song Kui's questions. The sergeant who had just been hit by the arrow limped forward and made a big "pop" with his mouth, and the man spat.
Blood, finally started to speak
It turned out that after Song Kui led the reinforcements from the Ant Kingdom away, someone immediately came up to ask about the chief priest. He was sitting on a donkey cart without a shed, without saying a word. The two soldiers were replaced by beautiful women, Qi Xue.
He and Xu Lin couldn't understand it, so they suddenly hit the donkey and ran away in the direction of Krabi.
Seeing that the chief priest was being held hostage, it was time to use the elite of Donkey Song. A large group of people went to chase the donkey cart. The five of them went to the rear to stop the "Nigritos" and the ants.
Chinese people’s fighting
This news made our hearts jump to our throats. You know, General Meng's wife and I were also on the donkey cart. How could a donkey cart outrun a group of wild donkeys?
We immediately decided to rush up behind them and take advantage of the chaos to catch fish in order to meet our urgent needs.
As we stood up, someone behind us asked General Meng and me, "What should they do?"
"This is easy to handle." I turned back and opened their sleeping holes one by one. Several people went up, lifted them up and threw them into the grass nest. After all, they were considered prisoners and could not be killed, but they could not be allowed to go.
This is the only way to report a message
So far, one of us is wounded, so there should be no problem in charging. I just asked the sergeant who had an arrow in his leg, "What's your name?"
"Back to General, my surname is Su and my name is Sulu."
"Can it be done?" I mean his legs.
"It should be fine. I have been injured like this before. Isn't everything fine?" But I saw that the place where the arrow hit his leg was swollen, and the wound was black and purple!
"Grandma, you've learned how to play poison."
This is absolutely not possible. He will become a burden to us after a while. More importantly, if we delay it for a long time, it may be detrimental to his life.
Sharpening a knife is a skill for chopping firewood. Although I was very anxious now, I still asked him to sit down, took off the belt around his waist, tied it tightly at the base of his thigh, pulled out the dagger, and looked at the bruise.
Suddenly, with a twist of the wrist, bright red blood flowed out
"That's the only way it can be, Sulu."
There was a layer of sweat on his forehead, and he nodded gratefully at me