The blazing sun fell on the barren mountain, casting a halo on the gray rocks. The whole of the mountains on the island is yellowish brown, with narrow valleys formed between the ups and downs. The vegetation in the valley road is sparse, except for the mountains on both sides, there is no shelter at all. The birds circling and singing over the mountains filled everyone's ears and covered up the sound of walking. Occasionally, there are wild deer jumping far away, but they always keep a distance from people and are extremely vigilant. This is a habit passed down after being hunted by humans for generations.

After passing a turn in this way, two teams of soldiers with weapons in their hands and vigilant expressions met unexpectedly in such a sudden and astonishing manner!

More than a dozen Sri Lankan warriors have long hair, bare upper body, wearing loincloths, holding hunting bows, throwing spears and short spears. They were the hunting team of the tribe who came to the island. At this time, they were holding their weapons vigilantly, watching the five strange warriors not far away. The leading old hunter wears a straw hat with feathers and a stone drum around his waist. He took two steps forward, looked at the strange clothes of the person opposite him, and asked sharply.

"...Quihya...me? Quihya...me? Who are you guys?"

The sentence structure of Sri is different from that of other tribal languages, and important words and sentences are put first.

Hearing the question, the Prepecha warriors looked at each other. The language on the other side was completely different from Nahua, and it had nothing to do with Prepecha, and they couldn't understand even half a word. The team leader who led the team hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and faced the leader directly. He lowered his weapon in goodwill, and spoke back loudly in Prepecha.

"...Ochi, kungurikua! Ochi, kungurikua! We, friends!"

"Tahéj?c, hantcomcáac! Tahéjök, hant, koncac! Tahéjác, ancestral land, koncac!"

The Kangkak people are what the Sri people call themselves, which roughly means the people of the desert, the people who migrated to the south, or the people who hunted. The captains of the two sides were separated by more than a dozen steps, while constantly shouting at each other, while trying to make gestures.

The old hunter let go of his palm and shouted several times, but he never got an understandable response. Then, with a serious expression, he held the bow, with a threatening face, and shouted louder and louder.

"... tinticantáho! Tintica, ntaho! Away, away!"

"Aoqi, Kungulikua! We are friends!"

"Tintica, Ntaho! Get out of here! . . . Hunter, Tintica, Ntaho! Leave our ancestral land!"

"Aoqi, Kungulikua! We are friends!"

"...itác?! Itác!"

The old hunter grimaced. He glanced at the high peaks on the island, it was a sacred place of blessing, and it was also the place where the ancestors left inheritance. At this moment, the ancestral land of the Kangcak people has been invaded by strange tribes!

"Itako! Kill them! Kill!"

The old hunter roared, waved his hands forward angrily, and gave the order to attack. Then, he quickly shot an arrow, which hit the squad leader's face!

The warrior squad leader screamed, covered his eyes, and fell to the ground. He was writhing crazily in pain, but the boundless darkness surged in, penetrating from his eyes into his brain, drowning the fateful Tonali.

"Itako! Kill!"

More than a dozen Sri Lankans shouted chaotically and rushed forward. Three or four hunters held hunting bows and aimed at the opposite samurai. The remaining seven or eight warriors brandished short spears and charged from both sides.

"Whoosh!"

Almost at the same time, a copper arrow shot through the sky and went straight to the old hunter standing in the front. The old hunter subconsciously stretched out his palm to block it, but the fierce arrow shot directly through his palm, and then pierced deeply into his neck! The blood red was sprayed instantly, and the fresh corpse was powerless to lie down, bringing a touch of moisture and brilliance to the withered and yellow earth.

After the young archers in the back row shot an arrow, they left their longbows on the spot. Such a short distance was only enough for him to shoot the prepared arrow. Then, holding the conch horn around his neck, he puffed out his cheeks and blew it.

"Didi! Didi! Didi!..."

The warning conch horn was rapid and shrill, echoing in the vast sky, drifting towards the shore where it landed. The three Prepecha warriors in the front row raised their shields and held bronze spears, covering each other. Three or four bone arrows were shot accurately, but they were either blocked by the warrior's shield, or stuck obliquely into the leather armor, causing almost no damage. The samurai are all wearing sturdy leather armor. As long as they are careful to guard their faces, they will not be easily shot down by the enemy's soft bow.

"Itako!"

After a round of bone arrows, the tribe warriors of the Sri people on both sides also rushed forward. They shouted loudly and thrust out the short spears in their hands. Compared with the precise shooting skills of Sri hunters, the short spears of warriors are much inferior. Most of them are disorganized, hitting the shields of the warriors in vain, like frantic coyotes.

The middle-aged Preepecha warrior in the middle is the most senior, occupying the central position. With a steady expression, he swung his shield vigorously, deflecting the short spear of a Sri warrior. Then, he stabbed out the copper spear lightly, pierced it into the opponent's bare chest with precision, and pulled it out quickly, a fountain of blood spurted out!

The Siri soldier let out a miserable howl, clutched his chest in vain, and fell with his head up. Facing such an unarmored opponent, the spear should not be too forceful, otherwise it will penetrate too deep and get stuck in the ribs and cannot be pulled out. And as long as the internal organs can be superficially pierced, the ensuing severe pain and internal bleeding will make people lose their fighting power immediately, and then take their lives away mercilessly!

"Puff! Puff!"

The sound of copper spears piercing into the flesh sounded one after another, and two more deadly spear stabs, and two more Sri warriors in the field fell down again. The chaotic tribal warriors became more and more chaotic, empty of courage, unable to use any strength. The four Preepecha warriors had already lined up in a tight formation, and although their opponents were twice as numerous as them, they could not be shaken at all.

The captains of both sides have already died in battle, and the battle at this moment is very fierce and somewhat chaotic. It wasn't until another tribal warrior fell that a tattooed Sri warrior reacted. He stepped back quickly and let out a sharp cry.

"Enemy, tortoise, tough! Use spears and poisoned arrows! Kill the one in the middle, it's powerful!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Soon, three bone-throwing spears shot heavily, skewing the shield of the middle-aged warrior. Then, three dark red bone arrows arrived quickly, hitting his shoulder, chest and arm respectively. The shoulders and chest are where the armor is thickened, and have never been pierced by the soft bow. Only the armor on the arm was thin, and the skin was cut by the bone arrow.

"Well?!"

The middle-aged samurai didn't realize it at first, and continued to fight indifferently. Just a moment later, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his arm, like a ball of fire, burning from his arm to his brain. But after a while, his vision went dark, and he collapsed to the ground obliquely.

"Itako! Kill!"

Seeing the enemy fell to the ground, the remaining Sri fighters inspired their last bravery and rushed forward.

"Praise the Lord God!"

As soon as the Prepecha warriors dispersed, they approached the tribal warriors in close quarters. The remaining three warriors showed great ferocity, and simply turned around and rushed forward, relying on the protection of their leather armor, to fight hand-to-hand with the tribal warriors.

"Dedicated to God! Kill!"

The brutal fight lasted for more than a dozen breaths. A samurai was stabbed with several spears, pierced through the leather armor, and penetrated deeply into the lower abdomen. And three Sri fighters were assaulted and stabbed to death one after another! More than a dozen tribal fighters broke in half, and the rest couldn't hold on any longer, and turned their heads and fled to the east. They want to bring the information about the invasion of the ancestral land back to the tribe as soon as possible!

The Sri warrior with the tattoo was also injured, and he stumbled and fled backwards. He fled for more than ten steps, and a sharp copper arrow roared towards him, piercing through his back and knocking him to the ground. Then the only Prepeca archer who could move stepped forward. He pursed his lips, bent down, pulled out the short dagger from his waist, aimed at the enemy's exposed neck~lightnovelpub.net~ and stabbed it hard!

"Shh!"

The young archer's eyes were stained blood red. With his red eyes, he looked around the fighting Gu Dao, and what he saw was blood.

But after a short battle, the Sri people left eight corpses. As for the patrolling team of five, two people died, one was seriously injured, and the remaining two were seriously injured. He was the only one who was able to walk with injuries.

The bright sunlight fell on the deep earth, and the bright blood color slowly flowed away, like swaying red flowers. This is the first encounter between the Kingdom of the Lake and the Sri people. In the warm spring of March, on the barren and arid big island, the blood of life will bloom.

The young archer stared blankly for a moment, then stood there blankly for a while. Afterwards, he raised the conch horn on his neck again and blew it high.

"Tick! Tick! Tick! ... Tick! Tick! Tick!..."

The spiral number has changed from short to long. Its meaning is: "The alarm is cleared, the enemy is... broken!"

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