This is a battle with extremely disparity in strength.

The battle between iron and stone tools is like a showdown between adults and children. When the latter intends to teach the other party a lesson with the stone axe in his hand, the steel knife in the former has cut off his hand holding the stone axe.

The precious short dagger forged in red copper was unable to pierce the enemy's body, leaving only an inconspicuous pit on the armor on their unknown chests, which could not be pierced.

Instead, the enemy's blade pierced their throats.

The whole body's strength quickly flowed with the wound that gushed blood, and then fell down.

This is no longer a battle, it is turning into a massacre.

The head of Chilu collided with an opponent with a copper knife. The weapon that had once been unfavorable actually broke down. However, before the death butcher knife fell, it integrated into his fighting consciousness, prompting him to kick the opponent to the ground with one kick, and then took several steps back in panic to stay away from danger.

However, the tribesmen on the side did not have such good luck.

One by one, they fell in pools of blood. The fighting spirit on their faces the moment before turned into extremely terrifying and hideous. They began to wail. It was the will to survive, which made them make a beg for mercy that belongs to the weak.

In contrast, the three hundred warriors of the Tushishi are like gods descending to heaven, covered in blood, and the more they fight, they are getting braver they are killing crazy!!!

"Surrender, we surrender!"

"Please forgive our disrespect, powerful warriors!"

Behind the tribe, the elders of the tribe led everyone to kneel down and chose to bow their heads in front of powerful enemies.

The Red Deer Clan Chief looked back with his eyes full of tears. He was angry and unwilling to accept it. His unprecedented shame made him extremely angry. The timid he had developed towards the enemy the moment before was instantly wiped out-

"The brave Red Deer Warrior, never bow your head!!"

He rushed up again, losing all his reason.

Two sharp spears had already prepared for him.

The body that applied to bear fat seemed to be easily pierced by copper and iron bones.

The spear rod drilled through his back, causing him to let out a shrill roar, but he forced the spear to stir the severe pain in his body, and came to the two enemies, and used a broken copper knife to penetrate one of them.

"Hahahaha." He laughed with satisfaction, and finally his head was cut off by another person.

The last moment of consciousness was the tribesmen who had kneeled down on the ground and asked for forgiveness.

All that can stand on the battlefield is the enemy.

He looked around with a cold expression on his face. More than a dozen of his soldiers fell under the arrow feathers, and several of them were smashed to their heads.

Compared with the tragic deaths of dozens of opponents, it is still an overwhelming victory.

He picked up the head of the Red Deer Clan leader and raised it high—

"Those who blaspheme the holy will of our Lord will be separated and will be rejected by the door of rebirth! Eternal nirvana!"

"Those who surrender, under balance, are all the people of our lord!"

The warriors roared frantically, destroying the last resistance of the Red Deer people.

"Submit! Submit! Submit!"

Control the prisoners, seize their weapons, and guard them by more than a dozen people with steel swords and spears. They stepped into the tribe and did not carry out a sweep of the victors.

The elders of the Chilu tribe were stunned and puzzled when they watched this scene.

Until we climbed the mountain and came to them, we smiled and said, "We have never brought the grace and glory of the gods to you and others."

Then, his expression suddenly became solemn and pious:

"The true God who created the natural divine realm has arrived. He is the leader of all gods, the master of all creatures in the world, and the equilibrium of all rules and laws."

"Under balance, all people are the people."

"Are you willing to surrender? Follow the footsteps of the True God and fight for the earth for my Lord?"

The elders looked at each other. They thought they would become prisoners and slaves of the victors, but the other party's intention was to accept their obedience.

The clan leader was dead, and his broken body caused his soul to dissipate. The elders could only look at the witch of the tribe, while the witch stared at the armor and weapons of the turtle warrior, and began to ponder...

I am not in a hurry to climb the mountain, and I wait silently.

Not long after, the witch retracted her gaze, and her old and deep eyes fell on her mountain climbing face: "There are really gods in the world?"

"have!"

"Has the true God arrived?"

"Just within my tribe, waiting for your worship and service."

“What are we going to pay?”

"Practical and sincere, we follow our warriors in the stone, spread glory for our Lord, lead more Modoc people, and become our Lord's people."

The witch's eyes trembled, and he clearly saw the piety and fanaticism in the expressions of the rest of the people when the warrior leader mentioned the true god.

Gods cannot be offended, and no one dares to defile the name of the gods.

He didn't have much patience to climb the mountain. He waved the hunting knife in his hand and threw away the blood on the blade: "These magical weapons are the rewards from my Lord to every warrior. I know what you think..."

"Gods, people cannot see!"

"The Tushishi tribe has had such an idea!"

Speaking of this, he turned around and looked at the warriors of the Tushishi tribe: "Tell them, what have you done before!"

The warrior looked embarrassed, but he still said, "The Tushishi tribe once caused a divine punishment. My Lord came as the true god. We are foolish and irritated by the power of the divine!"

"The mountain climbing clan leader was originally a warrior of a small tribe, and was captured by us."

"When my Lord came, I realized the grace of God and received the oracle of God when I came to the stone. My Lord forgives our sins! I also gave me grace to me..."

"Praise my Lord and praise balance!"

When he told the past, other warriors were moved.

Someone stood up and said, "I was once a member of the Shanhua tribe. I was able to see the true god. We, the humble general of our Lord, released from the cage of the Tushi tribe, gave me a residence, returned my wife and children, and gave me divine weapons!"

Someone also said: "My Tuser Tribe was ignorant and did not know that the clan leader of the tribe met the true god, and he angered the divine power and made a blasphemy saying, "The God is invisible." And my master brought down the divine punishment and annihilated the blasphemer to the world. This was witnessed by countless people!

Someone took out the skin and grabbed a handful of white sand and sprinkled it at the crowd of kneeling-

"A foolish, taste the salt given by God by my Lord. Have you ever seen such pure white and flawless salt, or have you ever used it like me?"

"I have eaten salt now longer than the streams you have flowed through, and more than the mountains you have climbed!!"

Someone received the sprinkled salt, licked his palms, and exclaimed: "It's really salt, not bitter!"

The members of the Chilu tribe were completely shocked. They were looking for salt grains on the ground and tried them one after another.

"It's salt."

"I've never seen such white salt."

"Yes, there is no bitterness, no bitterness at all!"

Gradually, people began to get turmoil and their hearts became shaken.

After a young soldier stepped out, the scene was completely boiling.

"Grandpa, it's me."

He came to an elder of the Chilu tribe, knelt on one knee, pulled up the elder's old hand, and gently stroked it.

The elder looked at him in shock and exclaimed: "Are you 'forgetful ears'?"

Others may not recognize this person, but when they hear this title, many elderly people can't help but be moved.

Because this child lived in the Chilu tribe when he was young, and her mother gave birth to him in the tribe, and his father was a warrior from the Chishui tribe who had come to the Chilu tribe to marry.

"Forgetful Ears" smiled and nodded, saying, "Grandpa, the Chishui tribe was also conquered and enslaved by the Tushi tribe. It was my lord who saved me."

"My father was killed in the war, but her mother was still alive. She was tanning cowhide for my master in Tushi Valley, and she had received praise from her master."

"My child is now at the knees of my Lord and the Witch, listening to the teachings and preaching the language of the gods!"

"Grandpa, please persuade everyone to surrender. My lord is tolerant and kind, and he also gives salt and weapons to make our lives abundant."

"When my mother came, she told me that I must persuade you to go and worship the true God!"

The elder trembled unconsciously and asked: "'Forgetful Ears', why don't you convince us personally, but kill your former brothers and friends?"

The young warrior looked firm: "How could the Chilu tribe members be convinced without the courage we waited for? Even before I saw my Lord, I never believed that there would be a true God coming."

"Grandpa, believe in the Lord of Balance! Balance exists among all things, and the light of my Lord will sprinkle on the earth!"

At this moment.

The tribes of the Chilu tribe dare not say they believed it completely, but they also felt greatly shaken.

More importantly, under the butcher's knife, they have no second choice.

Soon, they began to pack their bags, remove the tents, pack all the supplies, and hand them over to the disarmed tribe warriors.

The huge tribal settlement soon disappeared, like a piece of moss on the plain being removed, leaving only a clean land.

People stretched out their teams and migrated in a further direction.

Tushi tribe did not require the captives to participate in the subsequent war, but only needed to carry baggage and follow them, and then witness their victory again and again, and finally went to Tushi Valley to worship the true god.
To be continued...