"Not good! There is an ambush!"

"We're fooled!"

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Bang!

Puff!

Accompanied by shocked shouts and roars, the unlucky guy who rushed in front of him directly hit the densely packed sharp spear tips.

You should know that even heavy cavalry covered with hard armor dare not easily attack the dense infantry phalanx holding spears and large shields, otherwise they would suffer heavy losses.

Not to mention a group of light cavalrymen wearing only simple leather armor.

As a result, more than 30 cavalrymen and their men and horses died in less than a minute.

The direct cause of their death is precisely the strong inertia brought by their own speed and weight.

Of course, Soladin did not pay without paying a price to kill these horse-riding enemies.

Six people died on the spot because they were stabbed by a broken spear, and four fell to the ground seriously injured. It was no longer possible to participate in the next battle.

But it doesn't matter anymore!

The more than thirty people who died just now and their horses have formed a blood-related obstacle.

If subsequent enemies want to attack the infantry phalanx, they must slow down, otherwise they will be tripped.

If a cavalry loses its most important speed and maneuverability, can it still be called a cavalry?

Can you still firmly grasp the initiative on the battlefield?

The answer is obviously no!

Rather than being called cavalry, such cavalry is more suitable as being called infantry riding on horseback.

If you are a calm and rational commander, you should immediately order to retreat and reorganize the team, and continuously dispatch left and right around the infantry formation, forcing the opponent to reveal flaws when adjusting the direction, or physical strength, and energy cannot support you to collapse first.

But these guys in front of you were just a group of robbers and bandits united by small tribes.

Not to mention whether you can realize this, it is impossible to achieve unified command alone.

No one will hand over the precious elite warriors of his tribe to others for command, which is no different from digging a grave.

Therefore, in the absence of battlefield observation, judgment and command, this light cavalry composed of hundreds of people was like a group of headless flies, rushing up in the darkness.

More than half of them were tripped by the corpses of people and horses, and they all fell to death.

Before they could react to what happened, the deadly javelin flew over and nailed the unlucky ones to the ground.

For a moment, the withered grass was dyed with a layer of black and red color, and it exuded a pungent fishy smell.

That's the color of blood!

It is also the color of death and withering of life!

From the start of the war to now, Soladin, who participated in the battle for the first time, has killed four enemies, and his original fear has been replaced by excitement and bloodthirst.

After all, living in this primitive and ignorant era, depriving others of their lives to protect their right to survive is something that no one can avoid.

Moreover, he killed the soldiers, not the elderly, weak, women and children.

Compared to the "Emperor", who is still slightly immature, Artoria is like the most shining star on the battlefield, blocking the successive attacks of the entire fifty cavalry with her own strength alone.

At the same time, he also used his sword skills and steps to easily pull down his horse and kill each other.

Every time the sword swing is full of sharpness and beauty. Under the bright moonlight, it seems like a dancing elf, which makes the bystanders involuntarily feel an indescribable throbbing.

Only when you see the dead bodies lying on the ground can you find how amazing her killing efficiency is.

Alan on the other side was like a shadow of darkness.

Almost no one saw how he took action, but some incomplete corpses were around him, each of which had been completely cut off his limbs and head.

The most important thing is that the seemingly simple and crude iron sword was never stained with even a trace of blood, but the opponent's weapon was easily cut off.

Needless to ask, you know that Alan blessed some kind of energy that cannot be distinguished by the naked eye on his sword, which may be life energy, some kind of magic energy, or the power of the four elements.

No matter which one it is, it is enough to have a devastating blow to this group of robbers who have no idea what magic is.

As we watched our side's casualties become more and more severe, the battle situation began to lean towards the enemy one-sidedly, and this plundering gang formed by small tribes was finally unable to keep pace.

As two of the guys turned around and started running away with a dozen people, they finally triggered a full-scale collapse.

They were so cruel before, and now they ran as fast as they were, for fear that they would be caught by the enemy behind them and would become prisoners and slaves.

"Win! We win!" Soladin shouted excitedly.

This was the first battle he participated in since his birth, and it was also the first victory he commanded and won by himself. His excitement was beyond words.

But at this time, Allen poured a basin of cold water and reminded with a blank expression: "According to the plan, you should order the ambush soldiers to attack in advance before the enemy collapses. But you didn't remember this until the winner was decided."

"Ah? Damn it! I actually forgot this!"

Soladin woke up instantly, immediately raised the trumpet that symbolized the supreme power of the tribe, and blew it with all his strength.

Woo--Woo--Woo--

When a low voice echoed in the night sky, the impatient ambush finally rode a horse and made a big circle from the side, ruthlessly cutting off the enemy's retreat.

With his absolute physical advantage and morale bonus under the victory, he killed dozens of people on the other side in just one meeting.

Especially those young warriors who saw blood for the first time were immediately stimulated to forget their fear. They all turned into tigers and began to follow and chase after them. They first killed the guys on horseback, and then chased them bit by bit, eroding the unlucky guys who ran away on their legs.

Seeing the bodies slumped on the endless plains, Allen couldn't help but smile and said, "The aquatic plants and crops of this land will definitely grow better next year than this year."

"Because the enemy's blood and flesh will become the best nutrients." Soladin continued the second half without thinking.

At this moment, he had regained his calmness and began to silently summarize the mistakes he made this command post this time and the room for improvement in the future.

About a few minutes, a young man, about seventeen years old, rode over from a distance with a bloody head, shouted happily: "Solatin! Look at what I found! The head of the enemy leader! I know this guy! His name is Elkeson! He is the leader of a small tribe about three days away. Not only him, but also some other small tribes were also identified one by one. If nothing unexpected happens, they should have wanted to unite and rob us, and then survive the cold winter safely."

"Oh? Is the robber group formed by the small tribes? They seem to carry out such robbery activities once or twice a year, right?" Soladin asked pretending.

"That's right! These bastards can do anything to grab enough food for the winter. However, in the past, they had covered up their identities very well and had almost never been discovered. But now, we know their identities, it's time to initiate a revenge. I believe that other tribes on this land will be very happy to unite to eradicate this cancer."

An elder who stayed in the tribe and escaped by chance waved his fists angrily.

But Soladin refused without hesitation: "No! We don't need to unite! Just solve it ourselves directly. Don't they like to plunder other people's livestock, food and wealth to help themselves through the severe winter? Then I will plunder their tribes, kill all the old people, and turn their women and children into slaves. Use an undisputed conquest to let other tribes understand who is the overlord of this land."

"Boge... overlord?!"

The elder was stunned when he heard this word.

Because among the tribes of all sizes on this land, no leader dared to claim that he was the "overlord".

"My brave and fearless warriors! Do you want to take revenge? The price of blood that dares to invade us? Do you want to enslave their women and children to work on farming, grazing, fishing? Do you want to seize their food, wealth, livestock and land?"

Soladin did not hide anything and began to instigate the emotions and desires of the entire tribe warriors.

Obviously, he wanted to tie the entire tribe to his station car and use his interests to drive these soldiers to support him in the continuous war.

“Oh oh oh oh!”

"think!"

"I think so much!"

"I don't have a wife yet!"

"Chief, when will we set out?"

...

In just less than half a minute, responders gathered.

After all, the brilliant victory just now gave them strong confidence, and interests gave them the motivation to continue.

As for the sacred procedure that could only be launched by ancient tribal elders and leaders in the past when they discussed and voted together, now it can be overturned in an instant with just one sentence from Soladin.

And the young "Emperor" did not disappoint anyone, and ordered straightforwardly: "Leave half of the people to guard the family, and the rest will follow me. Tonight, we will let the enemy tribes flow into blood. Believe me, this is just the beginning. From now on, I will lead you to victory after victory, conquer an incomparable vast land, and share wealth, rights and glory with you."

"Long live Soladin!"

"Long live!"

Amid the cheers, a total of 350 soldiers rode on horseback and, under the guidance of the guide, began an attack from one tribe to another.

The original population of these small tribes was not large, and the leaders and the most outstanding soldiers were all dead, so they could not organize any decent resistance and were soon subjected to a devastating blow.

The young Soladin fulfilled his promise and killed all the old men and adult men who conquered the tribe, while women and children were demoted to slaves and distributed fairly to every warrior. As for those who did not need slaves, they received more compensation for food, livestock, weapons and armor.

Nothing can make people more heart-warming and crazy than naked interests.

Especially when the wealth robbed in just a few days was enough to match the sum accumulated in more than ten years, no one could stop Soladin from expanding to the outside world.

The most important thing is that he not only simply plundered, but also annexed the land of the other tribe and connected it into a piece through replacement.

With sufficient slaves, the soldiers can become professional soldiers completely out of business.

They eat better than other tribes, their weapons and armor are also better than other tribes, and their training and organizational abilities are many times stronger.

Gradually, the tribe where Soladin was located inevitably became the most powerful force nearby.
To be continued...