Brian walked out of the camp, and the victorious soldiers were returning one after another.

Compared to the relatively neat team when they set out, they were like a group of refugees with blood on their bodies and no one was intact. Either there was a hole or a piece of missing there. Obviously, such traces would be left only after extremely fierce close-killing battles.

In addition, the number of soldiers is even more shocking. The ambush team composed of two thousand people can still walk back standing and walk back. In order to transport the injured, no one rides all the horses and camels, and one rider basically carries two to three people. With the captives escorted, the entire team is very scattered. From a distance, it looks completely different from a well-trained army.

But there was no trace of depression on everyone's faces, but instead they looked energetic, completely different from them when they went to war.

This is the first time in the extreme southern border with the power of a small tribe to defeat the large clans in the Iron Sand City!

Brian knew that after this battle, they truly transformed from hunters into soldiers.

What satisfied him even more was that although the ambush team was wearing woven clothes and disheveled hair, they remembered his teachings, no matter at any time, soldiers should not abandon their weapons to fight.

Most people's water bags and food bags have disappeared, and some people even have half a new shoe, but guns and sabers are still hanging behind them.

The First Army could not always guard the southern border for Shamin. They must rely on their own strength to make the tribe operate in the order set by the Gray Castle. This is just the superficial order of the King of Gray Castle. Brian knew that His Majesty Roland hoped to get more than that.

He needed more troops and needed the Mojin people to be institutionally invested in the battle of divine will.

And now, these people have further qualifications.

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

As for the battle itself, there was nothing amazing about it. Instead, it was full of flaws and mistakes. According to the plan, the two thousand sand people were divided into two groups. One group pretended to be bait and sneaked back to the Yinchuan Oasis one after another. Then, they headed north along Yinchuan at night, creating the illusion of wanting to sneak into the saline-alkali land. The other group was ambushed in the last unmanned oasis at the end of Yinchuan in advance.

Nutao and the Bone-Sharpening Clan naturally would not allow the small tribe to provoke their majesty. A cavalry of more than 800 people set out from Iron Sha City and followed their footsteps to catch up with the "defectors". Although the number of baiters was larger, they did not take the sand people in the small tribe who were not even considered watchdogs.

The two teams fled and chased each other, and soon entered the ambush circle and this part was implemented as planned, but everything that followed was in chaos.

The "bait" should first dismount and surrender, lure the other party to dismount, and then find an opportunity to scatter the horses and let the ambush team take action. However, the Shamin, who was responsible for the closure of the road, ignited the fire-striking object in advance. Under the flames, the enemy immediately realized that the situation was not good and began to break through in the direction of the coming. If it hadn't been prepared in advance, the ambush would have failed.

The subsequent battle turned into a chaotic battle. The bait group drew swords to kill the enemy who had returned. The ambushed troops could only join many of them fired one shot from beginning to end. The previous training skills such as platoon shooting and alternating reloading were completely useless. The way to decide the winner was still the most traditional hand-to-hand combat of Shamins.

As Brian said, they did not only have muskets, but under the neighing of horses and the fire, this small oasis that was already in a shrinking state became a battlefield for life and death competition between the two sides. Flying down the rider, or being trampled on by horse hooves, are common scenes in the battlefield. When the two are hugging each other, their teeth can also take away their opponent's lives.

Small tribes are not without warriors. Shamins have to face extremely harsh living environments since they were born. Those who can survive in the hands of sandworms and poisonous scorpions have basically mastered excellent fighting skills. It can be said that in terms of individual strength, the gap between them and the big clan has not reached the point beyond the reach.

The disadvantage of these tribes is that their lack of resources restricts their reproduction and expansion. No matter how powerful the warriors are, they cannot defeat their enemies ten times their own. As long as the tribe does not change in form, they will find it difficult to compete with the big clans.

But now, this disadvantage no longer exists.

The soldiers in the Shamin Army came from dozens of Yinchuan tribes. They no longer had to fight for resources. Everyone ate the same food and wore the same clothes. They were together during training and did not separate themselves when sleeping. What they lacked in the end was the courage and determination to break the convention.

The massacre of small tribes by Nutao and Kejiu made up for this link.

The battle lasts from night until dawn.

The Sand Minjun won the victory in the battle of trapped beasts.

When the flames were extinguished, only a piece of black charcoal was left in the oasis. Without the obstruction of trees, the yellow sand would soon bury the water source here, causing it to completely disappear on the surface, and Yinchuan would narrow the scope again until the next oasis was 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 out the way for other sand people.

After listening to Qiu Da’s report, Brian walked step by step to everyone.

"Good done well! You have won honors for yourself and won vitality for the tribe! This is your victory, and the disposal of the spoils should also be decided by you!"

He pointed at the captured warriors of the clan.

"Kill! Kill them!"

"Sir, my relatives died at the hands of this group of people!"

"I want them to pay their lives!"

Brian raised his right hand in the anticipated gaze of Shamin and waved it gently, and the meaning of the show was self-evident.

Then came the sound of a blade being unsheathed.

The hot blood immediately dyed the salt sand under his feet red, like buds blooming in the snow, and the high morale of the soldiers reached its peak!

"But the threat from Iron Sand City has not been completely lifted. Nutao and the Bone-Sharpening Clan can still send troops to the hinterland of Yinchuan at any time. Your tribesmen are still under their blade!" Brian shouted, "The Chief has given you the power to enjoy the eternal oasis, but the rebels want to destroy all this! Tell me, what should you do?"

"Capt the Iron Sand City and exile them into the Black Water Swamp!"

"Let these people know the consequences of betraying the chief!"

"Battery Commander, I have friends in the oasis. Please let them join this team too!"

"And I...my sisters can fight too!"

A burst of shouts erupted from above the crowd, and the power contained in it made both Guerz and Toulam unable to help but take a step back.

Brian looked in the direction of Wudong City.

Your Majesty, the people who are plotting on the chaos have used their blood to decorate your throne ceremony, and the Mojin people who are as scattered as sand are gradually gathering together. It won’t take long before the Iron Sha City will be under your control.

But this is just the beginning.

The entire extreme southern border will eventually become your pocket, and there will be no longer any resistance to your will in this desert.
Chapter completed!