There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

After streamlining, our team now consists of only ten soldiers, all warriors selected from the Cedar Clan, plus the dubious chieftain Gray and myself, who are now called the tribal warriors who came to provide support.

It's not an exaggeration to say that twelve people are equivalent to an army of 800,000, right?

Besides, this is military strategy!

Can military matters be considered deception?

I've left the 460th Legion in Delvas town to guard the high ground, waiting for Eaton's second expeditionary force to cross the mountains and enter the grasslands to complete our cross-regional domination.

I drew back a massive bow, as tall as an adult, and stared intently at the approaching group, asking, "State your names!"

This tribal armed force consisted entirely of members covered in tattoos. They stood silently in two rows, raising their javelins high, their eyes filled with the joy of hunting, ready to attack at any moment but holding back, as if waiting for some command.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, a group of people on horseback caught up. The leader of the group was carrying a banner with a huge poisonous scorpion painted on it. After riding around once, he asked in a stern voice.

"What tribe are you from! Why aren't you carrying a flag!"

Well, it seems we accidentally wandered into their tribe's territory. No wonder a group of people surrounded us, shouting and yelling.

"We come from the Cedar Clan to support this great battle!"

Before arriving, Gray had already inquired about the rules of tribal communication with the Skunk Shaman. In these clan-based organizations, the most important thing is to introduce yourself, such as by shouting "My mother's name is Martha" upon meeting someone. This will basically make the Bat Clan and the Kryptonian Clan consider you an ally.

As for impoverished tribes, one must always say, "My ancestors were surnamed Zhao, and my family was once wealthy!" This way, even if the other party slaps you and says, "You dare to say you're surnamed Zhao?", they will consider the consequences of their reckless behavior and decide to let you off the hook for now.

However, the old skunk confidently stated that the Sugi clan was a first-rate warrior race, said to be second only to the bald Super Saiyan God in combat power. He assured that simply mentioning this name would earn them special treatment.

Sure enough, as soon as Gray finished speaking, the tribal chief, whose face was painted black, became respectful and quickly dismounted, saying, "I am Sakam, the chief of the Scorpion Yakan tribe. Welcome back, warrior!" He then walked straight toward Gray and warmly opened his arms.

Gray also gave a reserved smile, trying his best to project the majesty of a powerful tribal chief. He took a small step forward and then stopped in place, waiting for the other party's greeting.

However, Sakam, the chief of the Scorpion Yakan tribe, pulled away just before the embrace and went straight to Senbo, who was half a head taller than him, to give him a warm hug, saying, "You're the chief, aren't you! With such a majestic figure, even if you were hiding in the back, I would have recognized you at a glance! Welcome to the glorious camp!"

Gray stood frozen in mid-air, arms slightly outstretched, and I vaguely sensed the sound of shattering reason carried on the wind…

I quickly grabbed Gray, who was about to explode. At that moment, Mori was awkwardly being pulled along by the hand and exchanging pleasantries, staring longingly at the furious Gray.

"I'm going to kill him!"

"Grey Grey! Calm down, calm down!"

What a reversal of the "the one who wields the knife by the bedside is a hero" tactic! If the Xiongnu envoy had mistaken Xu Chu for Cao Cao back then, would he have been sliced ​​into mutton and boiled in a pot?

It's all because Gray is too young. If he were a leader with such an overbearing presence as me, he would have been seen through instantly!

But now is not the time to get into conflict over trivial matters. I still need to sneak into the camp to find out the battle situation and then figure out a way to rescue the jays. I can't let these little things ruin things.

Sakam, the chieftain of the Scorpion Yakan tribe, took Senbo's hand and said, "Chieftain of the Cedar Clan! I've long heard that you are the most powerful warriors, fearless in battle! If the Tuska tribe hadn't stolen the opportunity to invite you, I would have personally come to greet you!"

He laughed heartily and began instructing his attendants, "What are you all standing around for! Hurry up and lead the camels to the camp for our guests!"

After I finished speaking, two silent subordinates tried to snatch the reins from my hand, without any intention of polite greetings. Their actions were like those of city management officers who had practiced countless times.

"Chief, the stableman doesn't seem to trust us very much..."

Seeing that things were not developing as expected, Sakam turned to Senbo, the former chief hero unit, and smiled meaningfully.

Senbo's expressionless face was probably taken as tacit approval, and he continued to give orders: "Sig, Mas, forget about that coachman! Take the camels away quickly!"

I frowned and looked around, and found that the camels I had fed seemed to be circling around me, with the reins in my hand.

...Could it be that the groom this guy is talking about is me?

"Let go, I'm going to kill him!"

"Boss, boss! Forget it, forget it!"

Gray reacted quickly, grabbing my waist and pleading, "Don't cause any trouble now! The bigger picture is what matters!"

I glared at Gray through gritted teeth: "...I understand the logic, but could you please tone down that smile?!"

Chapter 502 The Army of Stratholme

I pushed Gray aside, walked up to the chief of the Scorpion Yakan tribe, and suddenly asked, "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Chief Sakam smiled broadly, as if the commotion just now was merely a harmless joke. "You figured it out?"

He swaggered back to the group, chuckling, "Alright, I'll confess... I heard about the Cedar Clan. They say it's full of brainless idiots who were used as thugs by the Thirteen Alliance Tribes back in the day. I never thought this dog would remember to come back and help its master. It's truly touching..."

The warriors of the Cedar Clan were enraged upon hearing this, and Gray was so furious that his face turned purple. I also stepped forward, roaring, "Nonsense! I will not allow you to slander them like this!"

My tone was so indignant that even a dull guy like Senbo gave me an approving look, clearly considering me one of his own.

I continued, "Dogs are man's best friend! How can you compare them to these savages!"

If Gray hadn't stopped me, even the Cedar Clan would have rushed up and beaten me up.

Sakam jumped onto his horse and laughed loudly, "If it weren't for the fact that you produced the so-called smartest snow ox priest in the tribe back then, you would have been torn apart and divided up long ago. You've only sent so few people this time, so hurry up and hand over the caravan, so I don't have to waste my breath!"

With a wave of his hand, the Scorpion Yakan tribe raiders surrounded us again, and then he said.

"Which of you two is in charge? Come out and answer!"

The oppressive feeling of the attack grew stronger. The warriors of the Cedar Clan keenly sensed the approaching battle, drew their weapons, stood back to back, and warily looked around.

……Wait a moment!

Wait a moment!

Is this a standard face-slapping scenario for someone who's showing off?!

A mindless enemy comes up to provoke you, and then gets a good beating from the protagonist?

It matches! It matches!

The art style finally matches!

Happiness came so suddenly, let me catch my breath...

Should I step forward with my front leg or my back leg first?

Hahaha, the protagonist of this year's grand spectacle of pretending to be weak while actually being strong is undoubtedly...

"The one you're looking for is me!"

While I was building up my power, Gray suddenly interrupted my spellcasting, strode out of the group, casually drew the staff from his waist, and struck the enemy chieftain like a meteor!

The shield-wielding guards in the front row rushed forward to block the empty space, but were struck in the wooden armor by Gray's club. They fell like bowling balls that had been hit, and the huge momentum even affected their teammates behind them, with the force of the fall not being stopped until the fifth person.

Without hesitation, Gray leaped forward and kicked another approaching attacker, sending him flying two meters away. The gesture was exactly like the way Sebala had beaten him!

...Domestic violence is deadly; the way they beat people is exactly the same!

By this time, the Scorpion Yakan's group had surrounded them, forming a tribal hunting formation for large prey. They scattered and moved in all directions according to a set pattern, but their spears were always aimed directly at the prey. They truly achieved a retreat without collapsing and a scattering without becoming chaotic, proving themselves to be a highly experienced group.

But with Gray, such experience didn't work. They were like a shark trapped in a net, unaware that their crisis was only just beginning.

Gray took a deep breath, and his speed increased even more. He instantly caught up with the retreating soldiers ahead and began a frenzied pursuit, beating them to pieces with his clubs.

A sudden barrage of arrows and javelins rained down, but Gray, undeterred, caught a wooden spear with lightning speed and swung his hand, creating a screen of light. He effortlessly parted the incoming arrows and chased after Sakam on horseback.

Seeing that Chief Kachi of Sakam was getting away too fast, Gray thought for a moment and gave up the pursuit, turning around to join the warriors of the Cedar Clan.

Gray's combat prowess was indeed astonishing, but the destructive power of the Senbo and other members of the Cedar Clan was no less impressive. They roared and followed Gray shortly after he charged out, charging into the battlefield like a herd of rhinoceroses, their White Falcon chieftain leading the charge and breaking through the enemy lines.

If Gray's style was the ferocity of an eagle soaring through the sky, then theirs was the madness of wolves charging and boars running rampant! Gray broke through the enemy's formation with his fighting prowess, and they stepped into it without hesitation, neither lingering in battle nor hesitating. As Gray charged into the enemy camp again and again, he finally turned the besieging tribal warriors into a rout, who fled in panic in all directions.

Throughout this entire process, I stood there, bewildered and unable to recover from the sudden shock of having my spotlight stolen, leading the camels with their big, bright eyes and long eyelashes.

I was here first... why is this happening...?

"Boss, thank you for holding the line. I have repelled the enemy!"

Gray wiped the sweat from his brow, returning from the battlefield covered in dust, with the ten Fir Tree Warriors unharmed behind him.

...Forget it, given my fighting style, I definitely wouldn't care about the lives of my teammates. It would be embarrassing if one or two of them died in the chaos.

Judging from Gray's fighting style just now, I noticed that he was clearly holding back, especially when he should have gone for the kill, he used stun and control skills instead. Throughout the match, apart from a few people who collapsed and vomited blood, there was no scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere.

“You look like a good Robin… oh, except for Two-Kun.”

I sighed, wondering how long I could keep my Batman cape, given my current fighting style of smashing skulls, beheading, and dismembering people every day.

Gray chuckled, then suddenly turned to me and asked, "Boss, what should we do next?"

"...I thought you had a plan!"

I slammed the reins to the ground. "Then why were you having so much fun just now?!"

Gray scratched his head: "I was a little angry just now, so I wanted to use this as an excuse to vent... Besides, I don't usually plan when Grandpa hits me..."

Sebala! We both bear responsibility for Gray getting to where he is today!

I covered my face and said, "We've already fought, what else can we do? Let's take it one step at a time and keep going towards the mountainside. The more important the tribe, the closer it must be to Mount Kolilo."

Our team then made a brief correction before continuing to approach the conspicuous mountain.

Along the way, we noticed that people were following us, starting in twos and threes and gradually growing into large groups, eventually completely overwhelming the size of my group and forming an undeniable crowd.

"Boss, who are they?" Gray asked, following my instructions and walking straight ahead without looking to the side.

I said helplessly, "It's all because you made too much of a commotion that these people followed... In short, we need to find the organizers of this big battle first. We can't keep a low profile now, so we have to do things as high-profile as possible."

My original plan was to infiltrate the tribal camp with a small team of ten people, using our flexible and adaptable style to sneak up the mountain and try not to be exposed to the public eye.

but now……

Following behind me were not scouts and attackers, but a group of ragged, emaciated tribal people. They had neither flags nor mounts, but simply followed at a fixed distance, silent like a procession of the dead.

"What a disaster! What's going on here...!"

I gradually discovered that not only were there no animals in the vicinity, but even the tree bark had been gnawed away. Near the large campsite, excrement and urine were everywhere, creating a filthy mess, and the only water source was severely polluted, emitting a strong stench…

Does the tribe's claim of summoning a large army mean they want everyone to die of hunger and plague, leaving the Lich King to summon an undead army?

Chapter 503 Village Swordsman

As the twelve of us slowly walked into the central camp, all eyes turned to us.

Right on the only road leading from the azure hermit crab grassland to Mount Corilo, the most magnificent tent in the entire camp was erected. Outside the tent, deer antlers lay across the ground, and inside, guards patrolled, creating a scene of strict military discipline. Even without seeing a trace of the enemy, the elite soldiers clad in bird feather armor were on high alert, not daring to relax for a moment.

"Something's not right."

This place is under heavy protection; such a high level of vigilance can only be for defending against enemies, or for guarding against one's own people...