wild trail

Chapter 259
The soldiers of the four divisions kept attacking the defense line formed by the spearmen, but the phalanx was like a rock, and it would not move even if it was beaten by the waves.

The archers of Linhuo continued to shoot towards the city gate. As the casualties gradually increased, even the bloodthirsty barbarians felt unprecedented fear. The wailing of their fallen companions and the ubiquitous smell of blood, It stimulates their nerves all the time.

At this moment, White Hoof felt that his trip to this muddy water was the worst decision he had ever made in his life. If he could not successfully break out today, his tribe would completely disappear in this world.

Huya waved his stone ax bravely and slashed at the surrounding soldiers, but these enemies in bronze armor seemed to be endless and invincible.

Seeing Huya's bravery, Jianya's eyes turned cold, and he held up his shield and swung his short sword to kill Huya. As long as he kills Huya, the enemy's morale will be in chaos.

Huya felt a shudder in his heart when he saw a big man no smaller than him coming towards him.

Jian Ya brandished a short sword and kept attacking Huya. Although the strength of the two was almost the same, Jian Ya relied on the advantage in equipment to kill Huya and retreated steadily.

When the two soldiers met, the sharp bronze dagger cut off the handle of the stone axe.

This time Huya was startled and wanted to pull back.

But how could Jian Ya give him this chance, a powerful and heavy sword went straight to Hu Ya's neck, if he hit it, Hu Ya's head would be cut off.

In desperation, Hua Ya subconsciously raised his hand to resist.

But flesh and blood, how could it withstand the full blow of the bronze dagger.

With the blood flying sword, half of Huya's arm was cut off in an instant.

The heart-piercing pain made Huya let out a scream.

Jian Ya grinned grimly, swung his sword, and suddenly a fine head flew into the sky, fell to the ground like a ball, and rolled a few times.

Huya's eyes stared at the person who beheaded him.

Holding Huya's head in his hands, Jianya shouted loudly: "Huya is dead, surrender and don't kill him!"

The soldiers' morale was immediately boosted when they heard the words, and the attack became more violent.

As for the coalition forces, seeing that all the leaders here had been killed, they immediately lost their momentum to break through, and retreated steadily after being killed by the soldiers of the Ministry of Salt.

The loyal and brave warriors of the Raging Fire Tribe were devastated when they saw Huya's death, and the angry soldiers attacked the phalanx without fear of death.

But more fighters began to retreat slowly. The words of surrender and not killing made their hearts move. After all, no one wants to die.

"Boss, we can't hold on anymore, let's surrender!" A warrior from the Grass Snake Tribe persuaded White Hoof.

Seeing the soldiers coming up continuously, the white-hoofed tiger had tears in his eyes, knowing that the situation is over, and there will be no tribe of grass snakes in this world from now on.

"Surrender!" White Hoof gritted his teeth and said sadly.

"We surrender, we surrender!"

Seeing White Hoof surrendering in unison, the members of the Grass Snake Tribe threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground one after another.

Seeing that the Grass Snake Tribe chose to surrender in the other films, their pressure immediately doubled. Facing the wolf-like enemy, they knew that if they resisted, they would only die.

With the example of Whitehoof, the battle finally ended with the surrender of all four.

The slaves in the Raging Fire Tribe rioted when they saw the king who had come to rescue him and defeated the four coalition forces, they immediately cheered. The surviving slaves poured out of the city gate and prostrated themselves on the ground, welcoming the arrival of the army of the Yan Ministry.

It lasted from morning to afternoon, and finally put down the hostile forces on this grassland in one fell swoop.

Wang Lang rode a tall stag and walked slowly towards the city gate.

Looking at Wang Lang sitting on the back of a deer, in the eyes of the slaves, it was this man who was like a god who rescued himself from hell. All the slaves lay down on the ground and kowtowed to Wang Lang.

The four coalition forces knelt on the ground and looked at Wang Lang in fear. Now that they had put down their weapons, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Their life and death depended only on Wang Lang's thought.

Wang Lang stood still in front of the city gate, his red cloak rattling with the breeze.

"Starting today, there is a tribe on this grassland, and that is the Yanbu!" Wang Lang said loudly.

The soldiers of the Ministry of Yan looked at Wang Lang with admiration in their eyes, and raised the weapons in their hands and called the Ministry of Yan loudly.

On this day, the human beings on the grassland were completely united. Wang Lang knew that as long as he was not insane, there would be no war for a long time.

After annexing these large tribes, the size of the Ministry of Salt will skyrocket several times, and it will become a powerful tribe with a population of [-], and it can even be called the last country.

With such a large population, as long as all the savages on the grassland are integrated into the tribe, the embryonic form of a country will be formed.

For these enemies who surrendered, Wang Lang did not break his promise. Except for the leaders and elders of the various ministries who were taken away individually, the rest of the ordinary soldiers were imprisoned.

The matter of receiving prisoners was very cumbersome, and all the prisoners were counted two days after the war.

In this battle, a total of more than 300 people from the four coalition forces were captured, 180 people were killed, 300 enemies were killed, and countless wounded.

In this siege battle, the four coalition forces basically had no defensive means. The siege battle commanded by Wang Lang himself this time can be said to be extremely bad. If these people know some defensive means, if they want to break through such a city wall, they will not be several times stronger than the enemy. The troops simply can't do it.

But fortunately, everything is over, and my ideal pastoral country will be born in my own hands.

After four days of repairing in the Raging Fire Tribe, Lin Huo and the others each took the leaders of the three tribes to their tribe. After they arrived, they successfully took over the population of the three tribes without encountering the slightest resistance.

A month later, the migration team of [-] people headed eastward.

Wei'er was convenient for his own management, Wang Lang abandoned all these tribes, and moved all the population and livestock to the east.

The adult men of these four tribes were all used as labor force, and began to build the city two days away from the salt village on the west bank of the river. Seven healthy women.

The rest of the soldiers who participated in the war were divided into one or two women. Today, there are not even a single adult male in the Yanbu.

At this time, Wang Lang's residence has been repaired by craftsmen into a brick and wood structure tile house, which can be said to be the most beautiful building in the tribe.

In the dim room, Wang Lang sat on the bed, looking at the two young women kneeling below.

These two women were carefully selected by Jianya, and after they were cleaned, they were sent to Wang Lang.

"Raise your head!" Wang Lang said majestically.

At this moment, the two girls were shaking like sifting chaff, looking up at Wang Lang with pale faces.

The two girls in front of him, Wang Lang estimated to be about twelve or thirteen years old, may be due to the relatively fast development of primitive people, and they are well developed in all places that should be, and they look quite eye-catching.

"From now on, you two will be my Wang Lang's women, stand up and sit beside me." Wang Lang said in a deep voice.

The two girls stood up from the ground tremblingly, and sat down beside Wang Lang.

Having completely calmed down the dangers around him, Wang Lang felt relaxed at this moment, spending the night on the bed in a cloud of rain.

　The tribal war chapter is over, there is no battle of wits and bravery, and there is no grandeur, just a few villages fighting, although a bit rushed, but that's it, the next new chapter begins!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)