Brian walked out of the camp and the winning fighters were coming back.

Compared with the team that was still neat at the time of the expedition, they were like blood on a group of refugees at the moment, and the clothes could not see a good one. It wasn’t a hole here, it was missing a piece, obviously only after a very intense The killing will leave such a trace.

In addition, the number of fighters is even more alarming. The ambush team of two thousand people can still stand back less than half. In order to transport the wounded, all horses and camels are no one to ride, and one ride basically has to live two to three. Together with the escorted prisoners, the whole team was very scattered and looked far away. It was not like a well-trained army.

But there was no sense of depression on the faces of the people. Instead, they seemed to be stunned, and they were judged by the two when they went out.

With the power of the small tribe, defeat the big clan in the iron sand city, this is the first time in the extreme south!

Brian knew that after the war, they really turned from a hunter to a soldier.

What is more satisfying to him is that although the ambush group is ragged and draped, it keeps in mind his teachings. At any time, soldiers can't discard their own weapons.

Most people's water bladders and food bags have disappeared. Some people even have half of their new shoes, but guns and sabers still hang behind them.

The First Army could not always guard the Saudis for the South. They must rely on their own strength to make the tribes operate in accordance with the order set by the Grey Fort. This is just the command on the surface of the King of the Grey Fort. Brian knows that Roland wants not only the hope This is the only way.

He needs more sources of troops, and he needs the Mojin people to be invested in the battle of God.

Now, these people have further qualifications.

The musket battalion turned around with satisfaction and nodded to Minda. "Now you can talk about the details of the battle."

As far as the battle itself is concerned, there is no such thing as a slap in the face. Instead, it is full of flaws and mistakes. According to the plan, two thousand sand people are divided into two groups, one group pretends to be a bait, and then sneak back to the Yinchuan oasis, and then stay up all night. Going north along Yinchuan creates an illusion of trying to sneak into the saline-alkali land. The other group ambushed in the last unmanned oasis at the end of Yinchuan.

The angry waves and the bone-cutting clan who got the news naturally would not allow the small tribe to provoke their majesty. A cavalry of more than 800 people set off from Tiesha City and followed the footsteps to catch up with the "defectors." Despite the large number of baits, they are not in the eyes of the small tribal Shamins who are not even watchdogs.

As soon as the two teams escaped and chased, they quickly entered the ambush circle. This part was still implemented according to the plan, but everything went wrong.

The "bait" should first be surrendered and deceived the other side, and then find a chance to start the crowd and let the ambush group start. However, the sand people responsible for the road closure ignited the firelights in advance, and the fire immediately shook the sky. The enemy immediately realized that the situation was not good and began to break out in the direction of the past. If you don't prepare a lot of black water in advance, the ambush will probably fall short.

After the battle became a chaotic struggle, the bait group slashed the knife and returned to the enemy who had returned. The ambushed troops could only join many of them. They only fired a shot from start to finish. The techniques of alternating filling and other techniques have not come in handy. The way to decide the outcome is still the most traditional melee of the sand people.

As Brian said, they are not only a kind of weapon of the musket. Under the humming and blazing fire of the horse, this small oasis that has been shrinking has become a battlefield for both sides. Flying over the rider, or being hit by the horseshoe, is a common sight in the sand. When the two are clinging together, the teeth can also take away their lives.

The small tribes are not without the warriors. The sand people have to face the extremely harsh living environment since they were born. The people who can survive in the hands of the sandworms and the poisonous donkeys have mastered the best fighting skills. It can be said that in terms of individual strength, the gap between them and the big clan does not reach the level of hope.

The disadvantage of these tribes is that the scarce resources restrict their reproduction and expansion, and the powerful warriors can't overcome ten times their own enemies. As long as the tribal form does not change, they will struggle to compete with the big clan.

But now, this disadvantage no longer exists.

The warriors in the Shamin army come from dozens of Yinchuan tribes. They don’t have to fight for resources. Everyone eats the same food, wears the same clothes, stays together during training, sleeps. It is not separated from the powerful Tiesan Clan. What they lack in the end is just the courage and determination to break the routine.

The murder of the little tribes by the angry waves and the bones of the bones just complemented this ring.

The battle continued from night to dawn.

The Shamin Army won the victory of the trapped beast.

When the flame is extinguished, there is only one black lacquered charcoal left in the oasis. Without the obstruction of the trees, the yellow sand will soon bury the water source here, so that it completely disappears on the surface, and Yinchuan will narrow the scope again. Until the next oasis is exposed to the erosion of sand and dust.

But the sand people will survive

This battle is like a symbol, which accelerates the disappearance of the oasis, but points the way for other sand people.

After listening to the report of the company, Brian walked to the crowd step by step.

"Doing a good job! You have won honor for yourself and you have won the vitality for the tribe! This is your victory, and the disposal of the spoils should be decided by you!"

He pointed to the large clan warriors who were captured.

"Kill! Kill them!"

"Adult, my loved ones are dead in this group!"

"I want them to pay for it!"

Brian raised his right hand in the eyes of the sand people, and gently waved it down. The meaning shown is self-evident.

Then there was the sound of a blade.

The hot blood suddenly stained the salt sand under his feet, just like a flower bud in the snow, and the morale of the soldiers culminated in the peak!

"But the threat from Iron Sands City has not been completely lifted. The angry and bone-cutting clan can still send troops to the hinterland of Yinchuan at any time. Your people are still under their blade!" Brian shouted. "The great chief has given it." You enjoy the power of an eternal oasis, but the insurgents want to destroy it! Tell me, what should you do?"

"Capture the Iron Sands City and banish them into the Blackwater Marsh!"

"Let this group know the betrayal of the great chief!"

"The battalion commander, I have partners in the oasis, please let them join this team too!"

"And me... my sister can fight too!"

There was a burst of shouts in the crowd, and the power contained in it made Gould and Thuram unable to take a step back.

Brian looked in the direction of no winter city.

Your Majesty, the people who have rioted have used your own blood to make your enthronement, and the Mo Jin people who are scattered in the sand are gradually condensing. It will take a long time to think that Iron Sand City will be under your control.

But this is only the beginning.

The whole extreme south will eventually become your bag, and in this desert, there will be no resistance to your will.

I hope this gift will not disappoint you.