To conquer such a huge Hellfire island like Scorpion Island, the Wizard Li's preparation was very thorough before the war.
For example, the marching food in the war was packed tightly with dried salted meat and nuts that were packed in waterproof animal intestines. Such food would make one feel very full after eating it. It was nutritious and not easily damaged. Not only that, it was easy to stack it in strips. A year's worth of the entire army's food was scattered in the bottom of the fleet, but it did not even fill up half of it.
Before disembarking, the Wizard Li warriors stuffed them densely into the tough bamboo baskets made of tree vines fixed on the back of their 'war partners.' 60 of them were enough to maintain their full physical strength to fight for three months.
As for drinking water, the rainy weather of the island and the Hellfire tribesmen's natural thirst tolerance made the well-trained among them not need to carry clean water even if they were to fight continuously for a long time.
During the break between the battles, the Wizard Li army's newly conquered land and the newly converted tribesmen in the hunting ground would also replenish them with rich food.
Today, when they had already occupied four-fifths of the island, it was not a problem for the Wizard Li expeditionary army to rest as long as they wanted. However, their opponents were not so lucky.
The four million tribal alliance warriors were all the armed forces in the hands of the remaining tribes on Scorpion Island. Most of these warriors were hunters while a small number of them were fishermen. All of them were fresh forces that hunted for food for their respective tribes. Without these people, it was obvious that it was impossible to satisfy the alliance's food needs just by relying on the old, weak, women, and children to hunt and fish.
In the long jungle, countless short Hellfire people were piled up in groups, forming a line that stretched as far as the eyes could see. Some were chatting excitedly, some were looking around, nobody knew what they were thinking about, and some were dozing off with their heads lowered in boredom.
Looking from a bird's eye view from the air, this' wall 'built by warriors stretched for more than 100 kilometers, cutting off the narrow woodland connecting the head and the body of Scorpion Island.
At this moment, in a huge bark house with beasts' heads hanging on the slanted branches in the middle of the defensive line, hundreds of Hellfire tribesmen and ferocious spiritual monsters wearing long fur coats were sitting on the ground in a large circle. It was clear that they were sitting on the softest and most precious animal skin, but these tribal headmen and guardian spiritual monsters felt uncomfortable as though they were sitting on burning charcoal. Their faces were gloomy as they moved around from time to time.
No one spoke for a long time in the extremely dull bark house. All of a sudden, a fat middle-aged Hellfire man, who looked ferocious-looking, sitting closest to the door in the circle, looked at a native old man with a goatee and said with a bitter expression, "Headman Sarudada, your wisdom is so great that you've really frightened our enemies, but it's indeed not good if this goes on for a long time.
The defense line had been dragged out for so long, and the enemies all had 'war partners'. When they came to their senses and gathered their forces, they would definitely be able to break through the gap.
More importantly, there was still food. Currently, the tribes in the Federation were all relying on surplus food to survive. Those women and children who hunted and went to the sea could not even earn enough food for themselves.
If this goes on and they deploy all their forces but don't attack, we won't be able to hold on for long before we have to starve. "
The middle-aged Hellfire man's words sounded like a question, but his tone sounded more like he was seeking an answer. The native old man, on the other hand, had a faint smile that was different from the others on his face. As though he did not hear what he said, he looked around pleasantly and asked, "Dear dear allies, my waist is starting to hurt faintly. Looks like a heavy rain is coming soon. Can you light a few braziers?"
Upon hearing that the old man began to pretend to be profound again, a spiritual monster with a flat fish head and a tall mainland human body sitting around him urged loudly, "Headman Sarudada, quickly tell us your brilliant plan. As long as it can defeat the enemy, let alone light a fire, it's not a problem even if you burn this treehouse down."
"Go get me a few braziers," the native old man first ordered the choresman beside him. Then, he looked at the fish-headed spiritual monster and shook his head. "Oh powerful Sustainer Agutes, if I could come up with an idea to defeat such a powerful enemy, the Maloru tribe would have long ruled the entire Scorpion Island.
My idea can only delay the enemy's attack. As for whether we can defeat them or not, I can only leave it to God to decide. "
"Headman Sarudada, you don't have to be modest anymore. Your wisdom has already been spread to every one of us 40 years ago. If it wasn't for your running back and forth, this huge tribal alliance would not have appeared at all.
Now that the enemy has indeed stopped their punitive expedition, please tell us the next step of the plan. " Upon hearing that the old man was still deliberately mystifying, a two-meter-tall spiritual monster with a furry black bear head and a thick, hairy ape body sitting on the ground beside him said with some dissatisfaction.
At this time, the choresman walked into the bark house with an iron basin and respectfully placed it in front of the Hellfire old man before rubbing a flint to ignite the grease in the plate.
"Phew! This fire plate is really warm!" The blazing fire illuminated Sarudada's face and caused it to turn red, adding a bit of majesty to him for no reason. However, he did not make good use of it. Instead, he continued to say calmly, "The enemy who invaded the island this time descended from the sky. Their strength is incredibly powerful.
We know too little about them. At present, I can only infer from the description of the few exterminated fugitives and what I've seen with my own eyes that the tribe that the enemy belongs to should not be as big as we initially thought. Or perhaps, it should be much smaller than Scorpion Island. For this reason, when our tribal alliance desperately sent out four million troops, we finally had some scruples.
Judging from the speed of their annihilation of the tribe, it seems like they're relying on their elite weapons, war partners, and … the protection of the Island God … "
"Sir Sarudada, you're saying that we're facing an expeditionary army protected by the Island God? H-How do you know this?" A few exclamations suddenly resonated from the tree house and interrupted the old man's words.
The worrisome intelligence of his ally caused Sarudada to reveal an imperceptible contemptuous expression. Then, he smiled and explained, "As long as you think about how the enemy's physical strength has been reduced so little after continuous battles and their powerful physique that's beyond common sense, you can tell that this army must have been enhanced by divine power.
Alright, I'll just make a long story short. Our enemy is a powerful army that is almost unstoppable when they attack. For this reason, I'll first show all of the tribal alliance's military strength to stop their 'sharp' footsteps.
As for the food problem mentioned by the Aigutes Valiant, I've calculated it. At present, the surplus food of all the tribes added together is enough to support the army for seven days. In this case, I'll extrapolate it and pick the most likely number. If all of the tribes in the alliance take out their hidden food reserves, the army can at least last for more than 20 days … "
Upon hearing Sarudada's words, several tribal headmen and even the guardian spiritual monsters shouted loudly, "20 days? Headman Sarudada, our Usama doesn't have any hidden surplus food …"
"That's right! That's right! The Asadan tribe has also given all their surplus food to the alliance …"
In the midst of the noisy shouting, the Hellfire old man began to lower his head and warm himself by the fire with a calm expression. As though he had suddenly become deaf and mute, he no longer said a word.
When those headmen and guardian spiritual monsters who argued that the tribes no longer had any surplus food saw that nobody was paying attention to them, they slowly shut their mouths in embarrassment. At this time, Sarudada finally continued to say slowly, "Dear honorable allies, I'm not forcing or begging you to take out your hidden food.
I just want to warn everyone that the consequences of not having enough surplus food is very simple. The inheritance of all the tribes in the alliance will be cut off and we'll all become corpses. The truth is so cruel. "
After the old man finished speaking, he no longer said anything. After a while, when the atmosphere in the treehouse had become so heavy that it was almost suffocating, he turned around and took out a thick and long tobacco that could only grow on the mainland and began to smoke it happily.
With a slightly choking burnt smell, a white mist spread out from the tobacco on Sarudada's fingertips. Looking at his blurred face in the smoke, the bear-headed, ape-bodied spiritual monster who had just spoken not long ago suddenly asked, "Headman Sarudada, what can we do if we have enough surplus food?"
"Wait, Conqueror Atdera! We can only wait!" The Hellfire old man's voice became solemn. "The strength of the enemy is not something we can match. We can only wait for it to make a mistake. Fortunately, this is not difficult because the ruler of this army is just too proud.
When the Lutena tribe dominated Scorpion Island, they had drawn a map of the entire island. In that map, the hunting ground of our alliance tribe is only one-fifth of the size of Scorpion Island. In other words, the enemy has already occupied the other four-fifths of the island, but the army it used to fight is still those warriors brought from the outer island … "
"You mean, the ruler of that army has conquered tens of millions of Hellfire tribesmen on Scorpion Island but did not take any soldiers from them …" The bear-headed, ape-bodied spiritual monster's eyes lit up right away as he asked in surprise.
"Yes, Great Conqueror Atdera! This is our only chance to defeat that arrogant god!" Sarudada finally put on the usual ferocious expression of the Hellfire tribesmen. "The ships made by us Darukot tribesmen are almost the same as those made by the mainlanders, but even so, we can only wander around the islands near Scorpion Island.
It's impossible for millions of elite troops with their 'partners' to cross the sea to attack Scorpion Island.
The undercurrents that would appear from time to time in the northern and southern waters of the giant scorpion are enough to tear the sturdiest ship into pieces. Other than that, sea monsters and storms are the invincible natural enemies of ships. For this reason, I concluded that our enemy must have used those big ships that can fly in the sky to come to Scorpion Island under the protection of a group of hawk-headed dragons.
The number of big flying ships and hawk-headed dragons that they have shown is not many, so they must be planning to use this kind of 'sharp weapon' to cross the line of defense unexpectedly at the critical moment and raid the tribal habitat behind us.
However, this kind of big flying ship has actually already appeared in the mainlanders' cities. It looks amazing and even lightning can't penetrate it if it's equipped with a lightning rod, but in fact, it would fall from the sky as long as a spear pokes it hard … "
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