Chapter 350: The First Round of Tests

Chapter 344 – The First Round of Trial

At this time, the more than a thousand barbarian old men who drank the blood wine felt the heart that had begun to weaken beating faster and faster, and although it brought no small amount of pressure to the body, the blood that was gradually warmed up allowed them to retrieve the feeling of that year.

Just like an old car, after a full warm-up, it might not be impossible to take a lap on Mt. Qiunamei.

Without any unnecessary movements and words, these barbarian old men carried their weapons and stepped onto the harvested farmland at a speed neither too fast nor too slow, running in groups of three to five on the open field, both tacitly cooperating and keeping a certain distance from each other, just like hunting, running towards the most powerful prey they had ever encountered in their lives.

The behemoth-like North City stood majestically on the earth, the tall walls were its armor, the soldiers waiting in line were its claws and teeth, and any enemy that dared to offend would face the fury of the guns and cannons.

With small steps running, the barbarian old men were getting closer and closer to the tall walls of the North City, although they marveled at the tallness of the walls, their feet did not hesitate for a moment, because they had already accepted their destiny, which made Howard, who had seen this scene through the binoculars, feel a sense of awe in his heart.

The old barbarians were not weak, in fact they were only in their forties, only that the cruel environment of the Northland exhausted their potential and life expectancy in advance, so really fighting to the death, the combat power was still not to be underestimated, which made Howard raise his guard, not daring to be careless.

The good thing is that the barbarian old man has not experienced much war, they rely on the experience is hunting, and with other tribes of barbarians fighting, so the opening is okay, but with the approaching, they are unconsciously close to each other to together, this is also the characteristics of the era of cold weapons, only to embrace the group to concentrate in order to play the maximum combat power, it can be said that the scattered line of the cold-war era is completely looking for death.

Even if the firearms troops are the same, before the invention of rear-loading rifles and machine guns, close and strict formation is also the trick to win.

When the first batch of barbarian old men stepped into the limit of 100 meters, Howard raised his sword in his hand, and all the elite musketeers raised their guns in unison, aiming at the opponents directly in front of them.

As the sword fell, the sound of dense and continuous gunfire rang out on the city walls, and as the cold wind blew away the smoke, the elite musketeers didn’t even look at the target of their shots, but rather loaded their ammunition in a routine manner.

At this time the city wall 100 meters has fallen three or four hundred barbarians old man, although some people have not been killed on the spot, but into the flesh of the bullet is not a feather arrow, this thing is very easy to get lost in the body, the shoulder received a shot, the bullet from the ass is not impossible, not to mention that this thing will be shattered, so want to stop the bleeding through traditional means of healing for the barbarians is almost impossible, and the great loss of blood also makes the barbarians old man not easy to warm up the blood quickly become cold. The loss of blood also made the old barbarian’s blood, which had not been warmed up easily, quickly become cold.

If it was an ordinary army, I’m afraid it would have already collapsed due to panic, but the old barbarians who already had a death wish only panicked for a moment, and then unanimously launched a final charge.

As the distance drew closer, the barbarian old men struggled to throw out the wooden spears and stone axes in their hands, and began to climb upwards along the city wall without a moment’s pause.

The more powerful the enemy was, the more they had to charge, letting the enemy show their means to the fullest and letting the barbarians located at the back see more clearly, this was the meaning of their existence.

The elite musketeers were equipped with steel helmets, breastplates, shoulder pads and leg guards, although thin and light, they were still enough to withstand the wooden spears and stone axes, even if they smashed their heads, it wouldn’t affect them to continue fighting.

In the face of the barbarian old man with the intention of death charge, Howard did not have the slightest intention to be soft, after completing the second round of shooting, let the elite musketeers retreat, by the axe gunners to take the lead.

Long ago impatient axe gunners with a sardonic smile, aimed at the head of the barbarian old man who was about to climb up along the wall and pulled the trigger, a single round of one-ended bullets exploded the flowers of flesh and blood, taking away the life in the process, and then there was no need to reload the ammunition at all, and swung his gun and axe and hacked away.

There is no floor car, no long ladder, just rely on both hands to climb the city wall which is so easy, even if you can barely spare a hand, but also do not dare to swing the weapon, because it is very easy to fall from several meters high on the wall, helpless, still alive hundreds of barbarians can only retreat, the result is to come up to replace the elite musketeer round round of flanking fire and took away a lot of people. In one charge, more than a thousand barbarian old men ended up with only three to five hundred alive to go back, such a horrible killing efficiency made all the barbarians’ faces not look good.

The oldest shaman sat in front of the fire, not even looking at the corpses with hideous expressions, expressionless, he put his finger through the wound, snapped it for half a day, and took out a deformed projectile.

“It’s a musket from the Imperial Southern Barbarians, this thing is more lethal than a crossbow, but it shoots more slowly and can’t see water.” The old shaman handed the projectile in his hand to the shaman next to him and told them to pass it around, then carelessly grabbed a handful of dirt, rubbed the blood off his hand, and continued.

“But the empire has long since canceled equipping muskets in the army, and only the imperial border army retains some artillery, so how did we come across formed musketeers here?”

“Great Shaman, the killing power of muskets is too great, even the strongest barbarian warriors can’t resist the set fire of muskets, how should I deal with these imperial southern barbarians’ muskets?” A shaman looked at the bloodstained projectiles and said with a somewhat ugly face, after all, more than a thousand old barbarian men had almost died without resisting a few rounds of shooting.

“I noticed that each musket attack is three to five breaths apart, and the range is only one arrow’s land, so as long as the warriors run fast enough, they only need to withstand one attack, and as for the walls, they can carry lasso in advance for easy climbing.” Another observant shaman said so, immediately gaining the approval of the other shamans.

“That’s a good point, but we need more warriors to spread the word and get more barbarian tribes to gather over.” The Great Shaman nodded before saying.

Although he didn’t want to have more tribes to share the spoils of war, but the Great Shaman was the recognized wise man of the Northland barbarians, the weight of his words was not low, not to mention that these shamans couldn’t find any reason to oppose, and looking back at the scene that could be described as a massacre just now, they also felt that it would be more certain to gather more people together to go out to war.

Because there are a lot of barbarians going south, without using a few days, the number of barbarians outside the city exceeded 30,000 people, and even invited the Bison Tribe to participate, but was rejected.

“Your Excellency the Great Shaman, the Bison Tribe refused, they are not trustworthy and must have colluded with the Imperial Southern Barbarians in the city.” A shaman in charge of soliciting returned from the Bison Tribe and firmly said to the Grand Shaman.

“They are certainly connected, yet not untrustworthy.” The Great Shaman, though very old, was not senile, and knew very well what a barbarian tribe established on the other side of the North Boundary River meant.

Letting the people make inquiries was merely to ascertain the other party’s attitude and stance.

Being polite but distant meant that the other party was associated with the city in front of them, but not to the extent of being an ally.

In reality, this was also impossible, even if the Northland Barbarians wanted to find an Imperial Southern Barbarians as an ally, they would only be betrayed, this was a lesson that the Northland Barbarians had learned over countless years, so they could trade, trade, and even be hired, but they would not form an alliance.

Therefore as long as they were able to gain victory, there would be no obstacles.

In case they lost, the Bison Tribe would also be their last way to survive.

(End of Chapter)