Looking at the smoke rising into the sky from the distant mountain top, Grand Duke Fisabulon waved his horsewhip. "Send people to search. Put an end to the northern scouts spying on us."
"Yes, Your Highness." A guard beside him lowered his head in response. He turned around and gave a few instructions. A few guards spurred on their horses and left.
Grand Duke Fisabulon reined in his horse. The black grassland barbarian cavalry that surged over like a tide also halted the footsteps of their mounts. This was a vast expanse of barbarian cavalrymen that covered the entire grassland. Countless flags of all kinds fluttered in the wind …
Grand Duke Fisabulon raised a monocular. This was a spoil of war he had obtained after defeating the Norton Family's hunting cavalry in the north. He looked towards the distant Pidrow City, where the sound of horns and alarm bells echoed clearly.
On both sides of the city were cliffs that were over a hundred feet tall, just like two large doors. In the middle was a large slope that was three miles wide. On top of the slope was a majestic stone castle. This was the Pisper Mountain Pass, and this was the fortress city of Pitro.
The Pidrow Mountain Range that lay between the northeastern grassland and Winston Province was a natural dividing line. However, the Pidrow Mountain Range was like a large door that connected the two. As long as one climbed this long slope, a mountain plain that was completely different from the grassland would appear in front of them.
It was precisely because of this dangerous location that Duke Pidrow had chosen to build a stronghold at the Pidrow Mountain Range several hundred years ago, hoping to stop the barbarian cavalrymen from pillaging and invading Winston Province. And now, the Pidrow City that appeared in Grand Duke Fisabulon's monocular had completely changed from its former appearance. It had become a well-defended stronghold with strict security.
"It's only been six months! The Norton family is really rich. They actually managed to fortify Pitro City in such a short period of time. That kid is really thoughtful. Every step is so stable that no one can take advantage of it. " Grand Duke Fisablon muttered bitterly to himself. He put down the monocular and felt some regret in his heart. "I should have ignored the unreasonable pestering of the grass-barbarian tribe's patriarch. After defeating the hunting cavalry corps three days ago, I should have directly forced those grass-barbarian tribes to mobilize their troops and immediately attack Pidro City. At that time, I could have taken advantage of them by surprise. It's been three days, and Pedro City is obviously prepared. There's no other way but to attack … "
However, Grand Duke Fisablon thought about it and felt relieved. "Anyway, it doesn't matter if it's not my family's armed forces going to die. It's just a good opportunity for those ignorant barbarian barbarians to try their luck. All of them don't know the immensity of heaven and earth, and boast shamelessly. Do they really think that a hundred thousand grass-barbarian cavalrymen can sweep through the world? The more of these idiots die, the better …"
Ever since Grand Duke Fisablon had quietly left the southern province's Pobiliqi Mountain and returned to his family's territory in the Eastern Barren Province two months ago, he immediately sent out war summons to all the grass-barbarian tribes in the northeast plains. This wasn't forcing the grass-barbarian tribes to fight for the Fisablon family, but a form of cooperation. It could also be considered as a guide. The Fisablon family was willing to assist the grass-barbarian tribes in invading human inhabited areas. Everyone would rob and get rich together, each taking what they needed.
Thus, Grand Duke Fisablon quickly gathered more than 150,000 grass-barbarian cavalrymen. The Grand Duke spent more than a month to make these grass-barbarian cavalrymen a little more organized and disciplined. After reorganizing and replenishing the 4th Border Ranger Corps, he set his target on the Norton family's hunting cavalry corps in the north. After a series of reconnaissance, Grand Duke Fisablon successfully ambushed the hunting cavalry corps, inflicting heavy damage and annihilating most of them. Only a portion of them escaped to the north pathetically …
However, there were many circumstances that the Grand Duke couldn't grasp during the course of the ambush. As a result, his original plan to annihilate the entire hunting cavalry corps ultimately failed. The main reason for the defeat was that the grass-barbarian cavalrymen didn't obey his orders. Furthermore, the grass-barbarian tribe leaders were all afraid of suffering heavy casualties and wanted to hide in the back like fishermen, preserving the strength of their own tribes. In the end, they were torn apart by the hunting cavalry corps and escaped without a trace …
Grand Duke Fisablon could only sigh helplessly, because he was also preserving the strength of the 4th Border Ranger Corps. As a result, everyone was evenly matched, and no one laughed at the other. The post-battle casualty count made all the arrogant grass-barbarian tribe leaders feel as if they'd been hit in the head. The hunting cavalry corps had suffered nearly 30,000 casualties, but the grass-barbarian cavalrymen had lost more than 60,000. Among them, 30,000 had already become corpses, while the miserable cries of the 20,000 wounded rang out one after another, echoing throughout the battlefield.
After sending the 10,000 heavily wounded grass-barbarian cavalrymen to the embrace of War God Sigwa, Grand Duke Fisablon fulfilled his promise and treated all the lightly wounded grass-barbarian cavalrymen. At this time, the grass-barbarian tribe leaders erupted into a fierce quarrel over the spoils of war. Because of this matter, they'd delayed for three days, causing Grand Duke Fisablon's plan to immediately lead his army south to seize Pidro City to ruin. He could only think of a way to mediate this matter first, to prevent these grass-barbarian tribes from fighting over the spoils of war.
The so-called spoils of war were the standard armour, weapons and warhorses of the sacrificed cavalrymen, as well as the steel crossbows left behind by the two chariot and ballista battalions, as well as more than a thousand captured soldiers and four to five thousand lightly wounded. The heavily wounded had all been beheaded by the grass-barbarian cavalry. From the sacrificed and captured hunting cavalry soldiers, the undamaged armour and weapons could still be gathered together to form more than 16,000 complete sets. There were also the two chariot and ballista battalions, as well as nearly 400 undamaged war chariots and steel crossbows. These became the focus of the grass-barbarian tribe leaders. No one was willing to give up even the damaged armour, weapons and steel crossbows, because what the grass-barbarian lacked the most was steel.
Grand Duke Fisablon made a great sacrifice, voluntarily giving up the right to distribute all the armours and weapons, only taking the captives and lightly wounded, as well as 200 undamaged steel crossbow chariots. This willingness to suffer losses won the admiration of all the grass-barbarian tribes. Then, Grand Duke Fisablon came up with another idea, to distribute half of the spoils of war according to the proportion of the price each grass-barbarian tribe had paid in this battle. Of course, the grass-barbarian tribes that charged too fast and suffered great losses were ignored by everyone. In any case, they would soon be swallowed up by other grass-barbarian tribes. The remaining half of the spoils of war were distributed to all the grass-barbarian tribes. The principle of distribution was that the stronger ones would get the meat, while the weaker ones would also get some soup.
After arguing for three days, all the grass-barbarian tribes were finally appeased. The victory of ambushing the hunting cavalry corps and the rich spoils of war attracted even more grass-barbarian tribes. Very soon, the grass-barbarian cavalry had recovered to more than 100,000 people. Even the grass-barbarian tribe leaders had forgotten about the heavy casualties. When Grand Duke Fisablon learned from the captives that Pitro City was only garrisoned with 3,000 guards, the grass-barbarian tribe leaders began to urge him to head south as soon as possible.
In the simple-minded minds of these grass-barbarian tribe leaders, the hunting cavalry corps was the most powerful enemy. Since they had already paid such a heavy price to defeat such a powerful enemy, then the rest were just small shrimps that weren't worth mentioning. An army of 100,000 grass-barbarian cavalry was enough to sweep through Winston Province, and they might even be able to relive the glory of their ancestors. Drinking horses by Egret Lake.
"My dear Grand Duke Lion, why have you stopped here?" An enigmatic voice rang out. Several tall and majestic warhorses galloped towards Grand Duke Fisablon.
The guards beside Grand Duke Fisablon all revealed furious expressions. Some of them had already placed their hands on the hilt of their swords, while others were tightly gripping their rods and spears. Their veins were bulging, as if they were ready to charge at the slightest disagreement … In the northeast prairie, Grand Duke Fisablon was respectfully called Grand Duke Lion, or His Highness the Lion King, by all the grass-barbarian tribes that had submitted to him. And now, the people who had arrived had actually called him His Highness the Grand Duke Lion, and even used the tone of a pet he had raised. This was simply an insult to Grand Duke Fisablon. The young guards stared at the approaching riders with eyes brimming with anger …
Grand Duke Fisablon raised the horsewhip in his hand without batting an eyelid, stopping the impulsive guards under him. At the same time, he greeted the approaching riders. "My brothers, my dear chief Krinubi, we have arrived. Don't you see the castle on the slope in front? That is Pitro City. We have to set up camp here. Once we have settled down, we can discuss how to attack. "
Krinubi was an extremely powerful grass-barbarian tribe. They had a population of nearly a hundred thousand, and could gather thirty thousand grass-barbarian cavalrymen. They were not the grass-barbarian tribes that had submitted to the Fisablon Family, but maintained a certain trade relationship with the Fisablon Family. This time, Grand Duke Fisablon had promised them a large amount of benefits and offered countless gifts. Only then was he able to convince them to send their entire tribe's cavalrymen to the south. Their main goal was to plunder Winston …
The chief was a middle-aged grass-barbarian barbarian in his forties or fifties. His martial prowess seemed to be very weak, but he was extremely cunning. Grand Duke Fisablon felt that it was very tiring to deal with him. The Grand Duke really did not understand how such an anomaly would appear in the prairie that revered martial prowess. He gave off a feeling that he was extremely slippery. All the chiefs of the Krinubi tribe were named Krinubi. This was the name of the grass-barbarian tribe. This was their tradition. After taking over as chief, they would abandon their previous names and continue to use the name of the tribe, Krinubi.
In the process of ambushing the hunter corps, this chief of the Krinubi tribe commanded his thirty thousand grass-barbarian cavalrymen to complete the task assigned to him. They only attacked from the periphery with bows and other long-range weapons, never charging to the frontlines. Thus, they suffered the least losses and received the most spoils of war. In the process of moving south, he even annexed four small grass-barbarian tribes in one go, expanding the number of troops under his command to about forty thousand.
Perhaps it was because he had more troops under his command, but this chief of the Krinubi tribe began to treat Grand Duke Fisablon with disdain. This time, Grand Duke Fisablon had only brought a group of ten thousand or so frontier rangers with him. According to him, the main force of the attack south would be these ten thousand grass-barbarian cavalrymen. He was only here to lead the way, so he did not need that many troops. This way, he would be able to distribute less spoils of war, which was beneficial to everyone.
"Set up camp?" The chief of the Krinubi tribe raised his head to look at the sky and laughed exaggeratedly, "It's still morning. Why don't we charge over and directly take down Pydrow City? That way, we won't need to set up camp, and we can directly hold a celebratory feast in Pydrow City at night...... "
"My dear chief of the Krinubi tribe, if a hundred thousand troops charge over and surround Pydrow City, I believe that in less than half an hour, Pydrow City will fall into our hands." Grand Duke Fisablon pointed his horsewhip at Pydrow City, "But you see, the Pydrow Mountains are only a small mountain pass. The slope is like a trumpet, and the higher you go, the narrower it gets. Pydrow City occupies more than half of the area in the middle. If two to three thousand troops were to attack immediately, it would be very crowded. Apart from sending people to attack in waves, it's impossible for us to attack them all at once. Moreover, Pedro City is already on guard, so I think it's better to set up camp first before discussing how to attack. "
The chief of the Krinubi tribe covered his eyes with his hands and looked at Pydrow City. Of course, he did not have a telescope, so he could not see the state of Pydrow City's defenses. After watching for a while, he turned around and asked, "Your Highness the Lion Duke, are you sure that the captives are telling the truth when they say that Pydrow City is only guarded by three thousand soldiers from that battalion?"
Grand Duke Fisablon smiled and shook his head, "I can't be sure. We have no way of knowing the situation of the city's defenses before we attack. After all, three days have already passed. Perhaps many reinforcements have already arrived in Pydrow City. We have already wasted too much time. "
The chief of the Krinubi tribe pondered for a while and made up his mind, "I'll send my men to test the waters. If it's really as the captives said, that there are only three thousand soldiers guarding the city, I believe that we can quickly take down Pydrow City. What do you think?"
Fisablon knew very well that it was greed that made the chief of the Krinubi tribe make such a decision. Before they went south, they had already agreed that whichever tribe took down a town or village would belong to that tribe. All the loot and goods inside would belong to that tribe. No one was allowed to encroach on or steal the tribe's profits. For this, they had even sworn an oath in the name of the gods.
When he heard that there were only three thousand soldiers guarding Pydrow City, the chief of the Krinubi tribe was tempted. Even if the casualty ratio was three to one, being able to take down Pydrow City would be a great advantage. At that time, they could also use this place to rest and reorganize and let the other barbarian cavalry go to Winston province to test the waters. If the situation turned bad, they could directly retreat to the northeastern plains. If there was a great loot, then, humph, with the tribe occupying Pydrow City, an important place to return to the plains, there would be nothing to fear. They might even be able to annex a few weaker tribes...
"Of course." Grand Duke Fisablon nodded enthusiastically. "I believe that the great Krinubi tribe will definitely win this battle. Pydrow City is not even worth mentioning in front of the powerful strength of your tribe."
The chief of the Krinubi tribe smiled happily. "Thank you for your praise, Grand Duke Lion. I think so too. I have great confidence in the warriors of our tribe."
As he spoke, the chief of the Krinubi tribe ordered the barbarian guards beside him. "Come, order Harikaj, Runigigi, and Morimad to lead their respective troops to attack Pydrow City in three batches! Tell them that they will be heavily rewarded after taking the city, but if they fail, they will be beheaded! "
"Damn, no wonder this guy still had the mind to annex those small tribes along the way. He was looking for cannon fodder for himself." Grand Duke Fisablon cursed in his heart. The names of the three tribes that the chief of the Krinubi tribe had just called out were all small tribes that had been annexed. They had less than a thousand men. They had originally planned to follow behind the main force to fish in troubled waters and get some soup to drink. Who knew that the rude and unreasonable Krinubi tribe would target them and forcefully annex them.
The deep sound of a horn echoed across the vast plains. The black barbarian cavalry erupted. "Krinubi, Krinubi! Krinubi... "cheered. In the eyes of the barbarian cavalry, being the first to take the lead was brave and glorious. However, the few thousand that were summoned did not seem too willing. Under the escort of nearly a thousand Krinubi tribe cavalrymen, they slowly and chaotically moved for a while before splitting into three groups. Wave after wave, they galloped towards Pydrow City on the slope in the distance.
At around ten in the morning on the eleventh day of the eleventh month of the year 1778, a hundred thousand barbarian cavalrymen surrounded Pydrow City. A bloody battle broke out.
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