Ah Nuo was dead. According to analysis, he was killed in an explosion.
After the battle, a soldier of the Allied Army found Ah Nuo's head when he was cleaning up the battlefield. There was only a head and no body.
It was estimated that the body had been blown to pieces. On the head, Ah Nuo's expression seemed to be a little sad. No one knew if it was because he could not avenge his father with his own hands.
The elder of the tribe stared at Ah Nuo's head for a long time. Then, he ordered the captive Juan to be brought to the tomb of Ah Nuo's father. He wanted the tribesmen to kill Juan with their own hands, as a tribute to his father, Ah Nuo, and the six hundred warriors in heaven.
In this battle, the Allied Forces led by the tribal elder won after Ah Nuo destroyed the firearms of the Allied Forces and detonated the gunpowder. They roared and killed their way out of the city.
While the alliance army was in a state of panic, they defeated the alliance army in one fell swoop, killing most of the alliance soldiers and capturing their commander, Juan. Only less than five thousand people of the alliance army managed to escape in defeat.
Although the tribal elder was ecstatic, he did not immediately order the pursuit, because he knew that the Allied Forces still had some strength left, and he only had less than 20,000. This battle not only killed more than 30,000 Allied Forces, but he also lost more than 10,000 of his own soldiers.
He did not intend to continue the attack before the reinforcements arrived, so he reorganized in City M. Anyway, the supplies brought by the Allied Forces were enough for them to enjoy.
For the allied army, the greatest loss was none other than Ah Nuo and his six hundred warriors. Ah Nuo's death filled the entire army with sorrow, so much so that no one was in the mood to celebrate when it was supposed to be a time of celebration.
At this moment, the only one who was really happy was the tribal elder.
Not only did he defeat the enemy of decades, but he also fulfilled his long-cherished wish of decades, and eradicated the biggest internal threat. Moreover, he also gained a useful momentum — the momentum of a soldier in grief.
He had never studied the art of war, but his many years of battle experience told him that every time an army felt sad, the fighting strength of this army would often rise to a higher level. He had also relied on the morale of the army to escape from death countless times. He was very familiar with this morale.
Therefore, when he received reinforcements and encountered the 50,000 Allied Forces north of Manila who had elected a new leader to retaliate, he successfully used the momentum of a righteous soldier to defeat the second wave of the Allied Forces twenty miles north of Manila.
The Allied Forces suffered more than 10,000 casualties and retreated again.
After two victories, the coalition army had gained a psychological advantage and an advantage in momentum. The tribal elder skillfully used his 40 years of battle experience to lead the coalition army to victory and gain prestige beyond 40 years.
There were already people who suggested that after the victory, the old man should become the new king and establish a new country. This was what he deserved.
He was very happy.
However, the Allied Forces knew that once they failed, they would be mercilessly slaughtered.
These guys who had been suppressed for many years would never let go of even a child. It was estimated that only young women would stay and reproduce, and men, even children, would be killed.
For themselves, for their children, and for their wives not to be captured and live a miserable life, they decided to fight to the death.
Under the speech of the new leader, the Allied Forces also had the momentum of a soldier in grief. In the third war, both sides invested more than 70,000 troops.
After a bloody battle, it was the Allied Forces who gained the upper hand. For the first time since they set out, the Allied Forces were defeated. Their momentum was thwarted, and they retreated for ten miles before they stopped and stabilized their position.
The strong and the weak had exchanged positions. At this moment, the Allied Army was no longer a pitiful army, but a domineering strong army, while the Allied Army had become the new pitiful army.
For such a subtle change, the tribal old man obviously did not notice. He continued to send out strong warriors and the Allied Forces to fight, but the results were little.
After entering November, the weather became a little cooler, and the two sides entered a standoff period. Neither side used their absolute strength again, but continued to use small troops and small battles to kill the other side's effective strength, trying to accumulate small victories into a big victory.
The strength of the two sides was balanced, and the battle was also in a standoff. Both sides fought bloody battles every day, but it was very difficult to determine the winner.
This situation made the tribal old man and the new leader of the Allied Forces very worried, but it made Xiao Ruxun very happy.
Once the war entered a standoff period, it would not be easy to end. The population of the entire Philippines would probably not exceed three million, and the indigenous people on Luzon Island, Xiao Ruxun estimated that there were at most one million.
Their number of young men would also be very limited. According to the mobilization ability of the primitive tribes, they could probably send out a total of about a hundred thousand young men to fight, and the young men on the battlefield were basically all the young men they had.
If these people lost too many people, the indigenous people of the Philippines would not be able to resist any foreign colonial forces.
"Marquis Xiao, they have been fighting for more than half a month, it is time for us to move out, right? If we don't move out now, we will not be able to go back in time for the New Year, the soldiers are all looking forward to the New Year! "
Chen Longzheng stood behind Xiao Ruxun and suggested.
"No hurry, wait for another day or two, they still have about seventy to eighty thousand men. After the next battle, their number of young men will be reduced to about thirty thousand, then we can move out. We can catch them off guard and use firearms to defeat the enemy. Three thousand men against thirty thousand tired men, we still have the power to fight. We only have one chance, don't fail miserably."
Xiao Ruxun's expression was relaxed, and he was very happy to drink his tea.
Chen Longzheng smiled bitterly, Xiao Ruxun's ability to kill with a borrowed knife was getting more and more skillful. He played with hundreds of thousands of indigenous people until their blood was almost drained, but he still did not realize it was a trap.
After thinking about it, Chen Longzheng decided not to talk about this, but to talk about the future.
"After the things here are settled, who will Marquis Xiao appoint as the Luzon's Prime Minister?"
Xiao Ruxun paused for a moment, then said, "Yuan Yan."
Chen Longzheng frowned.
"Yuan Yan is indeed experienced, capable, and can lead troops to war, but isn't he a little too young? Facing such a big mess in Luzon, I am worried that he will not be able to deal with the problems here."
Xiao Ruxun was also a little helpless.
"But I have no choice! I don't have any talented people under me, most of them are generals who only know how to fight, and there are not many scholars. Duke Yuan Huang needs to stay by my side to give me advice, I can't leave him.
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