This was a battle in the wild!
In the wild world, there were many unspoken rules in the war between tribes.
For example, this time, the Chimera tribe and the Wild Horse tribe were fighting for the Fallen Horse Mountains, so they agreed to fight in the wild. If the Chimera tribe did not declare war, the Wild Horse tribe would defend at home.
And once they attacked the tribe's headquarters, it meant a war of conquest.
The battlefield was in a valley near the Fallen Horse Mountains. It was relatively open and had enough space to fight.
The Wild Horse tribe had 10,000 people, and the Chimera tribe had 8,000.
In terms of numbers, the Wild Horse tribe had the advantage.
Moreover, the Wild Horse tribe had already set up camp, so they had an advantage.
According to the wars of human countries, in a cold weapon battle, the attacking side had to have twice the number of troops of the defending side.
However, this was the Wilderness, and the Wild Horse tribe's so-called camp was very crude. It was just a few rows of wooden fences and some barricades.
Lan Ling observed the entire battlefield.
He found that the war in the wild world had a more interesting aspect.
First of all, whether it was weapons or armor, the wild tribes were not as exquisite as the human countries.
Secondly, there were no siege weapons at all. Even crossbows were rare, let alone sophisticated large crossbows.
As for other siege weapons, such as catapults, there were none.
They relied entirely on people to push. At most, there were warhorses and a few dozen griffins.
But the barbarian army was definitely not useless. For example, the quality of their soldiers was very high.
Eight thousand people marched 150 miles in one day and one night, and it was on a rugged mountain road.
In this aspect, they were much stronger than the armies of the human countries.
Moreover, the bravery and fearlessness of the barbarian army surpassed that of the human countries.
Last night, when they passed through a dangerous mountain road, dozens of people fell, but the marching barbarian soldiers continued on without a change in expression.
In addition, although they could not be said to obey orders and prohibitions, the discipline of the entire barbarian army was very good.
Not to mention that the quality of the soldiers was very high.
This was also like ancient China, where the Xiongnu and other nomadic tribes were primitive and backward in social productivity, but their fighting quality was extremely high.
…
After the 8,000 troops of the Chimera tribe arrived on the battlefield, the Wild Horse tribe waited at ease, but they did not immediately attack. Instead, they waited for the Chimera tribe to arrange their troops.
This was also the unspoken rule of the battlefield.
They had to wait for both sides to finish arranging their troops before starting the battle.
It looked very civilized, like the battles between feudal lords during the Spring and Autumn Period in China.
However, this was not civilization. It was merely an unspoken rule.
This kind of rule could protect the enemy today, and it could also protect oneself tomorrow.
When a real war broke out, they would realize that this had nothing to do with civilization. This was because the bloodiness of the war between the barbarian tribes far surpassed that of the human nations.
In a human country, the battle would be over once 30% of the soldiers in a field battle were killed or injured.
In the Savage Tribes, once a battle broke out, it would be a battle to the death until one side completely surrendered or fled.
Chief Constantine led his army to the battlefield and immediately observed the enemy formation.
The formation of the Wild Horse tribe looked very simple. The main force of the army consisted of six thousand people in the middle of the valley, while four thousand cavalrymen were distributed on both sides of the mountain slopes.
Although this formation was simple, it was very practical.
The reason why the Wild Horse Tribe was called the Wild Horse Tribe was because they had a lot of cavalry.
The Chimera tribe had a total of two thousand cavalrymen, while the Wildhorse tribe had four thousand. Moreover, it was located on both sides of the hillside, occupying a commanding position.
The cavalry had the advantage of a high vantage point. Once they started to charge, the impact brought about by the powerful mobility of the warhorses was extremely terrifying. It was like a hot knife through butter.
This battle was not going to be easy. In fact, it was going to be very difficult!
In terms of the individual combat power of the soldiers, the Chimera tribe was slightly higher.
However, the Wild Horse Tribe had an extra two thousand soldiers, and a total of four thousand cavalrymen.
If they attacked the main force of the Wild Horse Tribe's main force, it was very easy for them to be pincered by the cavalry on both sides, and there was the risk of the entire army being wiped out.
If they attacked the cavalry on both sides, first of all, the opponent was cavalry, and they had the advantage of a high vantage point.
In short, the opponent's main force and the cavalry on both sides coordinated with each other. No matter which part they attacked, they would be in danger!
Therefore, it seemed that the Chimera tribe was much more likely to fail.
…
In a human country, even if it was a battle of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, Lan Ling was the supreme commander.
However, in this battle of less than twenty thousand people, he had no right to speak.
He was only a deputy centurion of a foreign army, and he did not even have a single soldier by his side. He could only obey orders.
Constantine was not in a hurry to fight. After observing the battlefield, he retreated two li and set up camp.
To boost morale, he even held a bonfire party at night.
Every soldier was given three taels of wine, eight taels of meat, and some flatbread. They could eat until they were full.
Then, in terms of language, they were extremely mean to the Wild Horse Tribe.
Of course, the Wild Horse Tribe was the same. They held a bonfire party, drank wine, ate meat, and scolded each other.
As for attacking at night? The sky was too dark!
Fire attack?
Stop fooling around. The Fallen Horse Mountain Range was nearby. There were countless wild beasts in the endless forest.
The two tribes were fighting for this hunting ground. If you burned it down, you would become the public enemy of the entire Wild World.
At the party, the chief's daughter, Ninian, became the star of everyone's attention.
She sang and danced, making all the soldiers' hearts beat wildly. They looked at her with adoration.
Du Yan, Ju Qiu, and Yang Gu stared at each other, but they were like lions fighting for a mate. The three of them saw Ninian as their exclusive property.
And this chief's daughter seemed to enjoy the feeling of being the center of attention. She sang and danced as if she did not know fatigue.
"Where's Du Yan?" Constantine suddenly shouted.
Du Yan stood up. Although he looked calm, his face was flushed with excitement.
"Come here." Chief Constantine waved his hand.
Du Yan immediately went forward.
Constantine poured a cup of wine and handed it to him. "Good warrior, drink this wine and make more contributions for me."
Du Yan took the wine, his eyes trembling with excitement. He knelt down on one knee and said, "I'm willing to die for the chief!"
After drinking, Du Yan was about to leave. Unexpectedly, Chief Constantine patted the leather chair beside him and said, "Come, sit beside me."
All of a sudden, everyone was stunned.
The chief actually thought so highly of Du Yan?
Qiu Ju and Yang Gu's expressions changed drastically. Their martial arts were not as good as Du Yan's, and they were not as handsome as him. Their only advantage was their status. One was the chief's wife's nephew, and the other was the tribe's elder's son.
Now that the chief actually thought so highly of Du Yan, they did not even have this advantage.
Many people could not help but speculate in their hearts. Was the chief preparing to marry his daughter to Du Yan? Wasn't this too high of a compliment?
Constantine smiled at Suo Mo and said, "Old friend Suo Mo, you are very impressive. You actually nurtured such an outstanding foster son. In the future, the foreign troops will have a successor."
Following that, he announced loudly, "I said that in this battle, I will betroth my daughter, Nini, to the young hero who made the most contributions. I will not go back on my word!"
One had to admit that Constantine's little tricks were really one after another.
Now, he openly supported Du Yan to inherit the foreign troops. Seeing how the chief was so affectionate toward Du Yan, even the brothers of the foreign troops were filled with fantasies.
When Du Yan married the chief's daughter, the status of the foreign troops might rise.
Du Yan felt light, incomparably glorious, and incomparably happy.
Previously, his foster father had actually said that the chief did not like Du Yan getting close to Nini. Now, it seemed like he was lying. He was jealous!
A thought surged in Du Yan's mind.
His foster father was jealous. He was jealous that Du Yan's position in the chief's heart surpassed his. He was jealous that Du Yan would replace him in leading the foreign troops.
Following that, Constantine said loudly, "Old friend Suo Mo, I heard that your nephew has come to seek refuge. Let everyone see what kind of nephew an outstanding talent like you will have."
Suo Mo's expression changed, and then he said, "Lan Ling, come out and greet the leaders!"
Lan Ling stood up and walked out.
Constantine's gaze fell on Lan Ling's face and said, "Wow, what a beautiful little face. My Nini, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep your position as the number one beauty."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone immediately burst into laughter!
Constantine's meaning was very obvious. Lan Ling was completely a pretty boy, just like a girl.
Following that, Constantine said, "Brother Suo Mo, I heard that this nephew of yours has just undergone weight-bearing training and has not gone through sword and saber training? That's not good. Swords have no eyes on the battlefield. You shouldn't have let him come. "
Practically every word of Constantine's was to suppress Lan Ling.
After understanding the chief's meaning, all the tribal leaders present ridiculed and humiliated Lan Ling.
"Thor, you have to hide this nephew of yours well. Otherwise, he might be found in the wilderness one day. The hole in his butt is even bigger than his mouth."
"Maybe his butt hole is already bigger than his mouth. Look at how pale his face is, and how tender his butt is? How did he escape to the Chimera Tribe after traveling for tens of thousands of kilometers? His butt must have been fucked by at least a hundred races. "
"Chief, I think there's no need to fight this battle. Let's offer this pretty boy's butt to the Wildhorse Chief. If he's satisfied, he might even give up the Fallen Horse Mountain Range to us."
The humiliation and trampling of the savage tribes seemed to have no bottom line.
Constantine had praised Du Yan so much and trampled on Lan Ling. All the foreign troops instinctively felt that they would definitely be willing to follow an expert who was respected and not a pretty boy who sold his butt.
Constantine's malicious intention was to equate Lan Ling with a pretty boy who sold his butt. In the future, no matter who mentioned Lan Ling, they would think of him selling his butt.
In this way, even if they knew it was a shameless rumor, they wouldn't be able to clear their names.
Suo Mo was so angry that his temples throbbed. He was even more disappointed in his foster son, Du Yan.
After all, you are my foster son, and Lan Ling is your younger brother. Both of you are members of the foreign troops.
When everyone is humiliating and trampling on Lan Ling, not only did you not step forward to help, but you even laughed along?
Du Yan was indeed laughing along. His heart was filled with joy when he saw others humiliating Lan Ling!
He hated Lan Ling!
Not only did Lan Ling try to compete with him for the foreign troops, but it was also because of Dina's closeness to Lan Ling.
Even though he wholeheartedly wanted to marry Ninian, in his heart, Dina was also his exclusive property. The two of them had an engagement, so she was his woman.
Now, Dina was actually so close to Lan Ling?
Not only that, but Ninian had also repeatedly mentioned Lan Ling in front of him, saying how beautiful his eyes were and how handsome his face was.
However, she had said it in a very innocent tone, so Du Yan couldn't blame her. He could only pour out all his anger and loathing on Lan Ling.
Suo Mo stood out and said coldly, "Leaders, could it be that all your abilities come from your mouths? Why don't you come out and accompany me to train my muscles and bones? "
Once this was said, everyone immediately went silent. Only their gazes were filled with gloominess.
Fight with Suo Mo?
Please, no one was crazy!
Who didn't know how astonishing Suo Mo's martial arts were? In the entire Chimera Tribe, only the chief was a match for him.
Suo Mo said coldly, "Chief, since I brought Lan Ling to the battlefield, I naturally have my reasons. He definitely isn't as weak and powerless as he looks. Whether he's a dragon or a worm, we'll see how he performs on the battlefield. For now, I ask all the leaders to shut up. If anyone else tries to use their mouths to humiliate my nephew, I don't mind using my fists to correct their mistakes! "
Suo Mo was such a person.
When someone humiliated and attacked him, he could ignore it.
However, when someone attacked his subordinates, he would immediately stand out to shut them up. If they didn't shut up, he would beat them up until they shut up.
This was what Constantine hated about Suo Mo. Suo Mo disregarded his authority as the chief.
It just so happened that Suo Mo's martial arts were indeed very high. It could be said that there were almost no opponents in the entire Chimera Tribe.
"Old friend Suo Mo, you want me to give your nephew a chance to perform on the battlefield, right?" Chief Constantine said coldly.
"Yes," Suo Mo replied.
Lan Ling sighed and thought to himself, "I've fallen into a trap!"
Constantine was trying to goad Lan Ling into action so that he could legitimately kill Lan Ling on the battlefield and eliminate Du Yan's opponent.
This person's crafty plots came one after another, making it impossible to guard against them.
"Don't worry, I'll give him a chance," Constantine said with a smile.
Then he stood up and said, "Alright, it's getting late. Everyone rest and prepare for battle!"
…
The next morning, the two armies faced each other!
The chiefs of the two warring tribes rode their warhorses and began to accelerate.
The two armies' gazes followed their chiefs closely.
When the two chiefs were about 100 meters away from each other, they suddenly slowed down.
Then Chief Duoduo of the Wildhorse Tribe laughed and said, "Sir Constantine, are you going to spill a lot of blood or a little blood first?"
Spilling a lot of blood was the start of a battle.
Spilling a little blood was the start of a pre-battle duel.
Or rather, it wasn't a duel, but a duel! Because this kind of duel didn't determine victory or defeat, only life and death!
It could be considered a stepping stone for the big battle. It was a little similar to the ancient battles of generals in China. It stirred up the soldiers' blood and boosted their morale.
However, generals could retreat in defeat, but this duel couldn't. It was either win or die!
"Let's spill a little blood first and let our brothers have a taste of meat, haha …" Constantine said.
The so-called taste of meat was really a taste of meat.
Because the corpse of the losing side of the duel would become the other side's spoils of war. It would be chopped up alive and cooked into meat soup.
Chief Duoduo of the Wildhorse Tribe laughed and said, "Then I'll go first!"
Then, he covered his eyes with a cloth, drew his bow, and shot an arrow into the sky above his army.
That's right, he shot into the sky. The arrow didn't have an arrowhead.
"Whoosh …" The arrow drew a parabola in the air and then fell into the Wildhorse Tribe's army.
Whoever the arrow landed on would enter the duel. The loser would die, and the winner would be rewarded with ten heads.
"Whoever the arrow landed on, come out and participate in the duel!" The chief of the Wildhorse Tribe shouted.
Suddenly, a dark and thin man stepped out.
His eyes were cold, and he held two blades in his hands. His nose was curved like a hook.
Although thin, every inch of muscle on his body seemed to be cast from copper and iron.
This person didn't look much different from a human. Other than his tail, there was nothing special about him.
However, he was very different from a human because his face was extremely angular, as if it was carved from stone.
Looking closely at his skin, it seemed to be full of numb spots. These were not lumps, but metal.
Metal embedded in the skin!
Seeing this person, everyone's expression changed and they exclaimed, "Berserker, it's actually a Berserker!"
The trump card of the Wildhorse Tribe, the Berserker!
They had special bloodlines and physiques in their bodies. After reaching adulthood, they would roll through red-hot iron filings and successfully advance to Berserker if they didn't die.
After the steel cooled, it grew on the surface of their bodies like scales.
Therefore, they could be said to be invulnerable.
Of course, the number of Berserkers was very small. There were only a hundred or so of them, and they were completely guarding the chief.
There was a white tattoo on this Berserker's forehead. It was a star!
This meant that this Berserker's cultivation had reached the level of a Magic Warrior!
A Berserker who had reached the level of a Magic Warrior had astonishing combat strength because they were almost invulnerable!
Therefore, even if their cultivation was two or three levels higher, other warriors were unwilling to provoke Berserkers.
Unexpectedly, the Wildhorse Tribe's chief's first pre-war duel was actually a Magic Warrior Berserker.
Not only that, but a shaman priest also put a helmet on the Berserker.
The Wildhorse Tribe's chief smiled and said, "Your Excellency Constantine, it's your turn to choose."
Constantine wrapped his eyes with a cloth and shot an arrow into the air of the Chimera Tribe's army.
Lan Ling noticed that Du Yan was not far behind him!
He knew that Constantine's arrow would definitely land on him.
Letting Du Yan inherit the foreign army was Constantine's unchangeable will.
However, Suman had actually wanted Lan Ling to inherit the foreign troops. This had violated the will of Chief Constantine, so he wanted Lan Ling to die. Moreover, he wanted her to die justifiably on the battlefield.
Angering Suomo last night was just a prelude.
Today, he wanted Lan Ling to die. It could be seen that his patience was not very good.
Moreover, Constantine's actions seemed very irrational. Killing Lan Ling would undoubtedly infuriate Suomo. This might have a huge impact on the outcome of the war. Wouldn't it be losing the big picture for the small?
Constantine was not such a person, so there must be some other plot in this battle between him and the Wildhorse Tribe.
Whoosh …
The arrow without an arrowhead drew an arc in the air and … landed directly in front of Lan Ling.
As expected, there was no surprise at all!
Immediately, Du Yan's face revealed a sinister smile, and the expressions of the foreign cavalry changed.
Although they did not trust Lan Ling and looked down on Lan Ling, they absolutely did not want him to die.
The face of Lan Ling's superior, the centurion of the cavalry, Lei Tong, twitched. He then took a step forward and whispered to Lan Ling, "My life was saved by Lord Suomo. Today, I will return it to him. Remember, don't ruin Lord Suomo's reputation. Don't destroy the foreign troops. "
Then, he was about to step out and replace Lan Ling in battle.
Even though the consequence of this might be death!
Lei Tong was also a magic warrior, but the opponent was a magic warrior who was a berserker. He was almost invulnerable, so he would basically die if he went out.
He did not like Lan Ling, but in order to repay Suomo's kindness, he was willing to die!
Lan Ling blocked him and said, "No need. It belongs to whoever belongs to it!"
Then, he walked out of the crowd and appeared in front of everyone!
When everyone saw that the one to fight was actually the pretty boy, Lan Ling, they could not help but be shocked!
There was no star tattoo on his forehead, nor was there any star insignia on his armor. This meant that he was definitely not a magic warrior.
The hearts of the foreign troops went cold!
Lord Suomo's nephew was going to die a miserable death!
He had only undergone weight-bearing training. He had never gone through sword and saber training or actual combat training.
His opponent was a magic warrior rank berserker. A hundred Lan Ling would be dead for sure!
Suomo's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. He knelt down and said in a hoarse voice, "Chief, please take back the order, even if I have to pay any price!"
His meaning was very clear. In order to save Lan Ling's life, he was willing to announce right now that the successor of the foreign troops' great leader was Du Yan.
Chief Constantine said coldly, "This is a sacred duel before the war. Whoever is chosen is completely the will of the Gods And Demons. It cannot be changed!"
Suomo immediately went cold, and his limbs went numb.
Lan Ling smiled at him and then walked toward the center of the battlefield. He walked toward his opponent, the magic warrior rank berserker.
At this moment, the whole battlefield was his stage.
He did not expect that the time for Lan Ling to perform would come so soon!
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