Remember [New] in a second! The third day of landing on Yamadori Island was still calm. Seabirds spread their wings in the blue sky, and whales float in the light blue waves. There are boula deer jumping in the tawny island, and desert tortoises crawling on the edge. This is a serene natural sanctuary, with the singing and peace of all things.

For hundreds of years, the Sri people have regarded Mountain Bird Island as their ancestral land, but they have never built a village or left any large buildings. Perhaps, this is also related to the lack of water on the island and the drought all year round.

The old militiaman Chihuaco led the fleet, from south to north, circled Yamato Island for half a circle. Mecate confirmed again that the length of the big island was about one hundred miles, and the width was about sixty miles.

In just one day, the giant fish in the sea kept showing up. They sprayed water and croaked beside the fleet, looking curiously at the long ships they had never seen before. The crew members were shocked and prayed to the main **** one after another, then knelt down at the bow of the ship to pay mortal respect to the giant spirit in the sea.

"Ah, so many monsters in the sea!...Could it be that Yamanori Island is the end of the world?"

Chivaco was a little surprised. He had never seen so many seabirds, and never had he seen so many giant fish. In fact, in the sea near Tiburon Island, there are one-third of the world's species of whales, and more than 800 kinds of marine fish. There are more than 500 kinds of animals on the island, most of which are birds. This is a barren land that is inaccessible to humans, and it is also a paradise where thousands of animals live.

The fleet went around to the northeast of the big island, landed again for exploration, and set up sentries on the nearby mountains. Looking from the mountain, the shallow strait is in front of you, the narrowest point is only 800-900 meters, and you can easily swim across it. Across the strait, you can clearly see the eastern continent. The vast Gobi is dotted with sparse green, and it gradually turns into desert to the north.

A peaceful day, nothing happened. On the afternoon of the fourth day, the sentry on the mountain finally blew the conch horn for warning again.

"Didi! Didi! Didi!..."

The "Luo" flew far away, and the expedition fleet immediately mobilized. The warriors put on their armor, erected their shields, and took out their prepared spears and bows. When Sentinel ran down the mountain, there were already nearly two hundred kingdom soldiers ready to fight. He took a few breaths before returning anxiously to report.

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"Sri people... come... come!"

"How many people? One hundred or two hundred?"

Huitu Puap held down the dagger at his waist and asked aggressively.

"There are at least five hundred! It's a **** area, swarming over from the other side of the strait. Behind...there are probably more behind!"

"What! So many?"

The gray soil warrior suddenly lost color. He whispered in disbelief.

"The tribes in the desert can only support a few hundred people at most, so how can there be so many warriors?"

"There must be more than one tribe. I'm afraid this island has a very special meaning to the Sri people!"

Chivaco shook his head, analyzing calmly. Then, with a wave of his hand, he made a decision.

"Let's withdraw! All aboard!"

"Um..."

Puap lowered his head slightly and released his hand from the dagger. The menacing gray-soil warrior took the lead and ran to the boat without saying anything.

In less than a quarter of an hour, everyone boarded the fleet. A few quarters of an hour later, the leading scouts of the Sri people appeared on a nearby hill. They still had water marks on their bodies and looked towards the direction of the fleet. Then, an old hunter blew a strange stone xun, and the desolate low whistle drifted away in the sea and sky. After a while, more and more Sri fighters appeared on the top of the mountain and ran to the seaside near the fleet. Hundreds of people waved short spears and shouted at the three large ships.

Across the sea more than a hundred paces away, Chivako carefully looked at the Sri tribe warriors. Most of them are bare-chested, with long hair, holding short spears, and carrying spears or hunting bows behind their backs. A small number of elite fighters will have snake-like tattoos on their bodies. And some characters who look like leaders will wear straw hats with feathers. Several leaders even wore cotton armor with jingling stones tied to it, loudly commanding the surrounding tribal warriors.

"Hmm. Hunting or fishing, I don't know how to forge. Weapons made of stone, simple hunting bows. Lack of cloth, pottery, etc., and no gold and silver ornaments. Really... poor and fierce!"

While watching, Chivako made an analysis, and gradually outlined the image of the Sri people.

Puap looked at the shore for a moment. Those with feathers and cotton armor must be the noble chiefs or heads of the tribe. He estimated the distance on the opposite side, and then looked at the short hunting bow of the Sri man, with a bit of ruthlessness on his face.

"Old man Qi, we can row the boat closer! At a distance of about sixty steps, the Sri people can't shoot us at all, but we can shoot them. Then, let a dozen longbowmen who are good at shooting aim at each other, Let's work together and kill a few leaders directly! Tribal warriors usually need a leader to command. As long as the leader is killed, the Sri people will definitely be in chaos. I will lead the warriors to charge and kill them, and I will surely kill them. into a river, scurrying like turkeys!"

"Ah? Old Pu. You, you are really... a killer!"

Chivaco scratched his head and held back for a while before uttering a suitable word.

Purely in terms of combat, Puap's thinking is correct. Relying on the long-range advantage, the surprisingly difficult surprise attack decapitated the enemy into chaos. Then, the well-equipped warriors seized the opportunity and launched a fierce charge to defeat the chaotic enemy. This method of warfare is very simple and effective for the unorganized tribal army, and it has been tried and tested.

"But, old Pu. Think about it, the Sri people must be our enemies? What's the point of killing them and killing many soldiers? The warriors will definitely have unnecessary casualties. I think, There should be some misunderstanding between us and them... It is better to find someone to talk to and resolve the misunderstanding between the two parties, rather than let the misunderstanding become an inextricable blood feud..."

The tribal fighters by the sea have gathered more than 400 people. At some point, several headmen wearing feathers raised a fire and danced a war dance, the stones on their bodies jingled. Then, hundreds of tribal warriors danced and sang in unison towards the sea!

"...tazo, coocj, capxa...tazo, coocj, capxa...hunt, tintica, ntajo!...Quihyatafp? Quihyatafp?...cáa .Concak, Parker, Uzika...tintit, z, iquii, miin! Tintitka, Hunter, Zi, Yikui, Min!...itác?, quih! Itaco, Kui! ..."

"Uh...what?"

Chivaco listened carefully for a while, completely confused. He pulled his hair and asked the merle next to him.

"What are they doing? Why are they singing suddenly?"

"Captain, uh... This is the way the Sri people demonstrate to the enemy. They dance war dances and sing war songs, and they are preparing to fight the enemy... that, to the end."

The mountain bird pursed his lips, with a hint of worry in his eyes. He has grown up so much that he has never experienced a large-scale tribal war. The Sri people are not afraid of death, and the number of the fleet is at a disadvantage...

"Ah?! Why are you going to fight to the death all of a sudden? What are the Sri people thinking?"

Chivaco shook his head and sighed. The expedition team boarded the ship, but there was nothing to be afraid of. It's just that the extreme attitude of the Sri people makes people a little confused and worried. He thought for a while and asked again.

"Mosa, what did they sing?"

"Well, I'll listen carefully...one, two, three big ships...leaving our ancestral lands!...who's coming?...uninvited guests are coming....they must go to other place!...Kill 'em till they're killed!...”

Shanniao stammered the translation, his complexion getting paler.

"Um..."

Chivaco was silent. The Sri people showed outright hostility. He was still thinking about sending an envoy to send some gifts to show his goodwill. Looking at the situation, if you send the messenger there, you are sending fresh meat to the coyote's mouth, and there will be no return.

"Captain! The enemy fleet is coming!"

Before the Sri people's war song was finished, on the other side of the sea, a large number of small boats rowed towards this side like arrows.

"Everyone, prepare to fight!"

Chivaco immediately dropped all thoughts and shouted sharply.

"Samurai take longbows and erect shields at the side of the ship! Oarsmen in position, ready to charge!"

The combat method of a large galley is somewhat similar to that of a large canoe. Either shoot with a bow and arrow within dozens of steps, or stick together to meet the side and fight, or speed up and slam into it. In sea battles, the number and bravery of soldiers are no longer the key to victory. Instead, it's the performance and size of the boat.

A big boat is better than a small boat, a big gun is better than a small gun, many boats are better than few boats, and many guns are better than few guns. The four are arranged in sequence, and the big ship is the first element.

A quarter of an hour later, the Sri people's fleet had come within a few hundred steps. The sun was shining on the sea, Puap squinted his eyes, looked at it for a while, and then laughed.

"Haha! They are all small canoes with only five or six people! Although there are fifty or sixty of them, they are just some scurrying fire ants. Our big boats are strong giant anteaters who can slap these palm-sized Small boat, shoot one and kill the other!"

Afterwards, the gray-soil warrior licked his lips, and held down the bronze dagger again~lightnovelpub.net~Old man Qi, don't hesitate, give the order! The fleet approached, first shot two rounds of arrows, and then rushed straight up! Bump their boats to pieces with our bronze rams! "

"Um!"

Chivaco nodded. The enemy will arrive in no time, and when they fight, they will fight with their lives, but they can't hold back at all. He didn't hesitate anymore, temporarily suppressed all thoughts, and shouted sharply.

"Wave the red flag! Order the ships to be level. Get close to the enemy fleet, shoot two rounds, and then charge! ... Praise the Lord God, this battle will be won!"

"Praise the Lord God, this battle must be won!"

The sailors shouted in unison and started rowing sullenly. The warriors stood at the bows, erected their shields, and erected their longbows. The fleets of the two sides are getting closer and closer, but within a hundred steps to drink a glass of water.

The Sri people rowed their boats, waved their short spears, and howled wildly. The kingdom's fleet moved forward steadily, and the warriors held their longbows tightly, killing silently. In the blue sky, seabirds stared down and uttered sharp chirps. A large group of two-legged beasts are about to fight each other, and the surface of the light blue sea will also be painted with bright red!

Chapter 480 Exploration of the Kingdom of the Lake, the Sri people are coming!