There were only a few people in the world who didn't love power. Even the legendary King of the United Kingdom who loved beauties more than his country, the beautiful love story that was passed down by everyone, the infatuated seed who gave up the supreme position for love. Come on, even a person with a duodenum would understand. Did the King of the United Kingdom have real power?
It was just a decoration, a mascot. If it was a king with real power, do you think that guy would give up?
Just like now, the overlord position of a small island country would also attract a large number of people to fight for it. The Tribal Alliance forces led by the tribal elders gathered 30,000 soldiers in a hurry, leaving behind some leaders to mobilize the rest of the young people to organize a stronger team to come to City M in the name of revenge to fight for the hegemony.
It was conceivable that once they got the hegemony, they would inevitably launch a bloody massacre against their enemies.
On the other hand, the group of tribesmen who lost the support of the Spanish were also caught off guard. In a hurry, they gathered more than 40,000 soldiers and sent people to contact friendly tribes to mobilize the young people to prepare to defend their vested interests. If those people got the upper hand, they wouldn't even know how they died.
Over the years, with the help of the Spanish, they used their special status to force the other tribes into a situation. They knew very well that this was a blood feud that couldn't be resolved. Unless one side was destroyed and the other side became the hegemony, there was absolutely no way to continue. The hatred between them had reached such a level.
City M, the political center of the struggle between the two sides, had gathered 70,000 soldiers at this moment. The two sides hated each other, waiting for each other with red eyes. A war was about to break out.
The pro-Spanish Tribal Allied Forces under the leadership of Juan of the South of Sang gathered 40,000 soldiers and rushed to City M to fight for the political center, but they were one step too late.
The other side's Allied Forces were driven by hatred very quickly and set up defenses in advance. When the scouts of the Allied Forces came to report the news, they knew that the forces of the Allied Forces had already occupied City M.
Juan had no choice but to choose to set up camp in the suburbs and continue to send people to inquire about the news. The news they found was unfavorable to them.
For example, the city of City M had already been occupied, and many of the enemy soldiers were guarding it. They had also discovered the power of the Allied Forces and were ready to fight. Moreover, they had a lot of soldiers and horses. Not only were there people inside the city, but there were also people outside the city. They were in a triangle formation and had already taken the initiative.
Juan had been on the battlefield for a long time. In the past twenty years, he had led many sneak attacks. He was the descendant of the tribe that cooperated with the Spaniards the earliest. Their cooperation was very deep. He even had a team of more than a hundred musketeers. Under the Spaniards' orders, they had killed their own people many times for the sake of the tribe's interests.
At first, he was hesitant, but after a while, he realized that the blood on his hands could not be washed clean. Some of it was his own doing, and some of it was inherited from his father and grandfather.
He carried a blood debt that could not be washed away no matter what. He had become the number one target of hatred for those tribes that were unwilling to cooperate.
At this point, he had no way out. Other than leading the people who also carried a blood debt to continue to deepen this hatred until all of the other parties were killed, he had no other choice.
So he killed more and more ruthlessly, and the more he killed, the more he killed. In the end, he did not even know how many people he had killed and how many sins he had suffered.
There was no other way. This was not a choice he could make.
He looked at the nightmarish flag fluttering on the city of City M, and he remembered the old man who led the rebellion against his grandfather.
That old man had been the nightmare of the Spaniards and the entire Allied Forces since forty years ago, almost from the time he was born. He was so indomitable, and from young to old, he had never admitted defeat.
The Spaniards admired his bravery and tenacity. They sent people to assassinate him several times, but he managed to escape. God did not want him to die, and he persevered until the end.
The Spaniards were finished, but he was still alive and kicking. He even led his troops to seize City M, fulfilling his long-cherished wish of decades.
Then his final goal was to kill all of them. He would definitely do so. Since he had seized City M and did not retreat, it meant that he had officially declared war on them.
Years of oppression not only did not let them continue to decline, but it also helped them to train a strong elite force that was good at fighting. After many years of suppression, it became more and more difficult in the end.
Later, because the Spaniards suffered too many casualties, they simply did not fight. Instead, they armed them and let them fight, which led to the birth of his firearms team.
Not only that, but the Spaniards also gave him four cannons. These four cannons were his biggest reliance. When necessary, he could use them to deter them.
But since they had seized City M, it was hard to say whether they would have more firearms in their hands. If they did, then the situation would not be good.
Juan's heart was very heavy. He quickly and decisively called a meeting of the Allied Forces. In the meeting, he arranged the details of the battle in detail. He believed that his opponent was also planning an extremely cruel killing plan.
He wasn't wrong. When the elders of the tribe saw him and the allied army, their eyes turned red. They panted heavily and held a joint meeting to discuss how to defeat the army in front of them. Then, they would march straight in and kill all of them to avenge their compatriots who had died tragically over the past few decades.
"The other side has more people than us. It seems that we have no advantage in terms of numbers, but we have this city. The city built by the Spaniards is very strong. We are standing on the high ground, and they are on the low ground. We have the advantage."
A leader who was good at fighting said.
"Yes, yes, I think so too. Not only do we have the city, but we also have a stronghold outside the city. In this way, we and the city can help and defend each other. Even if they all come at us, we still have the strength to resist and the opportunity to fight back. Now we have the advantage, and they should be the ones having a headache."
Another leader also analyzed.
"They seem to have more people than us, but according to my opinion, we should have gotten the news earlier than them. That way, we can get to City M earlier. Also, we still have a lot of young people who haven't been organized. Last night, I heard that the first reinforcements had arrived. There are seven to eight thousand people. As long as we can hold on for one day, we won't lose to them in terms of numbers."
A young leader stood up and said passionately.
"But in this way, they will also mobilize more young people. At first, we were all caught off guard and gathered our troops in a hurry. If this drags on, I'm afraid we will still be at a disadvantage."
An old leader slowly analyzed.
"Those despicable bastards have killed many of our people over the years. In terms of numbers, we are definitely not above them, but in terms of combat power, we are definitely stronger than them! They relied on the firearms of those red-headed devils to gain the upper hand. Now that the red-headed devils are finished, what are we afraid of? If we fight with real swords and real guns, we will definitely win! "
Ah Nuo suddenly stood up, holding the sword in his hand tightly, and said fiercely, "All in all, as long as we dare to fight and don't retreat, they will definitely not be able to last! Maybe we can defeat them now, then hunt them down and kill them to their tribe! Kill those bastards who betrayed us! "
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