Being a lord in another world begins with farming

Chapter 344 The First Round of Exploration

At this time, the more than 1000 old barbarians who drank the blood wine felt their weakened hearts beating faster and faster. Although it put a lot of pressure on their bodies, the gradually warming blood made them regain the feeling they had back then.

Just like an old car, after fully warming up, it may not be impossible to take a lap in Qiuming Mountain.

Without any extra movements or words, these old barbarians carried their weapons and set foot on the farmland that had been harvested at a moderate speed. They formed groups of three or four in the open field, cooperating tacitly and keeping a certain distance from each other. , Just like hunting, they ran towards the most powerful prey they encountered in their lives.

The behemoth-like Beicheng is dominating the land, the tall city wall is its carapace, and the soldiers waiting in battle are its minions. Any enemy who dares to offend will face the wrath of the guns.

As Xiaobu ran, the barbarian old man was getting closer and closer to the tall city wall of the North City. Although he was amazed at the height of the city wall, he did not hesitate in his steps, because they had accepted their fate, which made those who saw this scene through the telescope Howard's heart trembled.

The old barbarians are not weak. In fact, they are only in their 40s. It's just that the cruel environment in the North has exhausted their potential and lifespan ahead of time. Therefore, in a desperate battle, their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated. This made Howard more vigilant. Dare to be careless.

Fortunately, the old barbarians have not experienced much war. The experience they rely on is hunting and fighting with barbarians from other tribes. So it was okay at the beginning, but as they approached, they unconsciously approached each other. This is also a cold weapon. The characteristics of the times, only by grouping and concentrating can the greatest combat power be exerted. It can be said that the skirmish line in the era of cold weapons is completely courting death.

Even firearms units are the same. Before the invention of breech-loading rifles and machine guns, a tight and strict formation was also the key to victory.

When the first batch of barbarian elders stepped into the [-]-meter limit, Howard raised his sword, and all the elite musketeers raised their guns in unison, aiming at the opponent directly in front of them.

As the sword fell, dense gunshots sounded on the city wall, and as the cold wind blew away the smoke, the elite musketeers did not look at the target at all, but loaded ammunition step by step.

At this time, three or four hundred barbarian old men have fallen [-] meters from the city wall. Although some people have not died on the spot, the bullets that enter the flesh are not feather arrows. This thing is easy to get lost in the body. It is not impossible to come out, not to mention that this thing will break, so it is almost impossible for the barbarian to stop the bleeding and heal the injury through traditional methods, and the heavy blood loss also makes the blood of the barbarian old man who has finally warmed up quickly become cold.

If it was an ordinary army, they might have already been defeated due to panic, but the old barbarians who had long been determined to die just panicked for a moment, and then unanimously launched the final charge.

As the distance drew closer, the barbarian old man threw out the wooden spear and stone ax vigorously, and began to climb up the city wall without stopping for a moment.

The more powerful the enemy is, the more important they are. It is the meaning of their existence to allow the enemy to show off their means to the fullest and let the barbarians in the rear see more clearly.

The elite musketeers are equipped with steel helmets, breastplates, shoulder pads and leg guards. Although they are light and thin, they are enough to resist wooden spears and stone axes.

Facing the deadly charge of the barbarian old man, Howard had no intention of softening his hands. After the second round of shooting, he let the elite musketeers retreat and the ax gunners took the top.

With a smirk, the impatient ax gunner pointed at the head of the barbarian old man who was about to climb up along the city wall and pulled the trigger. One bullet after another exploded the flowers of flesh and blood, taking away the life by the way, and then there was no need to reload it. Ammunition, swing the gun and axe and kill them.

There are no buildings, no long ladders, and it is so easy to climb the city wall with only two hands. Even if you barely have one hand free, you dare not swing your weapon forcefully, because it is easy to fall from the city wall several meters high, and you have no choice. Suddenly, the hundreds of barbarian elders who were still alive could only retreat, but the elite musketeers who stepped forward to take over took away many people in a volley.

In one charge, only three to five hundred of the more than 1000 old barbarians returned alive. Such a terrifying killing efficiency made all the barbarians look very unhappy.

The oldest shaman sat in front of the fire, without even looking at the grim-looking corpse, he poked his finger into the wound expressionlessly, held it for a long time, and took out a deformed projectile.

"It's the musket of the southern barbarians of the empire. This thing is more lethal than the crossbow, but the rate of fire is slower, and it can't see the water." The old shaman handed the bullet in his hand to the shaman next to him, and let them pass it around. Then he grabbed a handful of soil indifferently, wiped off the blood on his hands, and continued.

"However, the empire has canceled the muskets in the army long ago, and only the frontier troops of the empire keep some artillery. How can we meet the musketeers here?"

"Great shaman, muskets are too lethal. Even the strongest barbarian warriors can't withstand the mass fire of muskets. How should we deal with these muskets from the southern barbarians of the empire?" A shaman looked at the blood-stained bullets, his face pale It was a bit ugly to say, after all, more than 1000 old barbarians almost died without resisting a few rounds of shooting.

"I noticed that each attack of the musket takes three or five breaths, and the range is only one arrow. Therefore, as long as the warrior runs fast enough, he only needs to withstand one attack. As for the city wall, you can carry a lasso in advance to facilitate climbing." Another An observant shaman said so, and other shamans immediately agreed.

"That's right, but we need more warriors to spread the news so that more barbarian tribes can gather." The big shaman nodded first, then said.

Although I don't want more tribes to share the loot, the great shaman is recognized as a wise man by the barbarians in the north, and his words are not low. What's more, these shamans can't find a reason to object, and in retrospect, it can be called a massacre They also felt that gathering more people to fight together was more assured.

Because there were many barbarians going south, within a few days, the number of barbarians outside the city exceeded 3. They even invited the bison tribe to participate, but they were rejected.

"Your Excellency the Great Shaman, the Bison Tribe rejected them. They are not trustworthy. They must have colluded with the Imperial Nanban in the city." A shaman in charge of recruiting returned from the Bison Tribe and said firmly to the Big Shaman.

"Of course they are related, but it's not unbelievable." Although the great shaman is very old, he is not old-fashioned. He knows very well what it means to be a barbarian tribe established on the other side of the Northern Boundary River.

Asking people to ask is just to confirm the attitude and position of the other party.

Being polite but alienated means that the other party is related to the city in front of him, but not to the extent of being an ally.

In fact, this is impossible. Even if the northern barbarians want to find an imperial southern barbarian as an ally, they will only get betrayed. This is a lesson learned by the northern barbarians for countless years, so they can do business, trade, and even be hired Only there will be no alliance.

So as long as they can win, there will be no obstacles.

In case they lose, the buffalo tribe will also become their last resort.

(End of this chapter)