Mage with knife

"In this case..." As the leader, it's hard for Le Mans to object. Are you the one who wants to seek the opinion of the elders? Besides, it was Situ, the tribe's top general, who made this suggestion. The combined weight is very heavy, "Give it to Ka."

The Lankan tribes have issued a thousand-household sticker, and we want grassland three hundred miles east of the Wasi River."

The movement is getting louder, but not too big. This is a 'war' for tribal expansion. Although the war post is only at the thousand-household level, the two sides of the Wasi River are the thousandth house of the two tribes, and it affects the whole body.

If the Karanka tribe really loses the Three Hundred Miles of Grassland in this battle, it will no longer be qualified to be compared with the Gaska tribe.

Only then did Dick realize that prairie people are all war-mad at heart. You know, war will kill people, especially ordinary strong men. However, more than 500 young men from the 1,000th household gathered together, brandishing swords and guns.

It's all a stimulant-like excitement.

Well, if this is the case, Dick will feel less guilty in his heart. After all, this thousand-household war was caused by his own selfish desires.

According to the rules of war, half of the spoils robbed belong to the Qianhu adults, and most of the remaining half fell into the hands of ordinary soldiers after the Hundred Households were reorganized.

Listening to Old Hart's narration, Dick roughly understood. War wealth, what else can be gained faster than robbery? Why are the soldiers of the 1,000th House so confident? It's because Dick, led by a powerful general,

The soldiers also have strong self-confidence.

Well, the five hundred-year-olds already have three advanced third-level warriors. Of the original three rotating generals, only one is left (Dick found reasons to drive away two of them one after another). The so-called high-end battle

In terms of strength, Dick's 1000th House suffered some losses.

What a shame, he's just a fourth-level warrior.

"Cross the river!" Dick gave an order, waving his sword, and the 500-strong army of the 1,000th Household Branch rushed across the only bridge of the Vas River. Not bad, each 100th Household's team was clearly distinct, and it was fairly organized, but not

A chaotic rabble.

As everyone knows, prairie people are born to be good warriors. They have been influenced by cavalry tactics since childhood and have long been accustomed to them.

This bullshit magic horse looks very energetic, is it okay?

As General Qianhu goes into battle, it is necessary to mount the strongest magic war horse. Even though it is only a first-level spiritual beast, it is still stronger than an ordinary war horse, right?

Since it was the Gaska tribe that invited the battle, the battlefield was of course on the side of the Karanka tribe.

"You are Dick, are you very arrogant? I heard that you are the top general of the Gaska tribe. You killed the useless Boqi. I really think you are strong..." When the two armies are facing each other, the Karanka tribe's troops are roughly the same.

To six hundred people, the strength of the troops was about the same. The leader of the group was a man with a very dazzling golden helmet. He was obviously the newly appointed general of the Thousandth House of the Karanka Tribe.

"Come on!" Dick didn't understand the simple tactics of leading troops in war. The simplest tactic is to kill the opponent's boss first. Dick still understood the principle of capturing the thief first.

Although they don’t understand the tactics of their own Qianhu Lord, most of the herdsmen and warriors love and support their Qianhu Lord from the bottom of their hearts because of Dick’s tax cut policy. Since Qianhu Lord shouts to charge

Yes, then go ahead.

The torrent of cavalry on both sides were packed together. The war was cruel. It was just a momentary battle in which the armies of both sides collided. Rows of cavalry fell down, and the bodies of some soldiers were trampled by the inertia of the war horses. Their flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The two-pronged cavalry brigades rushed towards each other, turned their horses' heads, reorganized their ranks, and continued to launch a new charge.

"General Wang Qi!" The soldiers of the Karanka tribe couldn't find their boss.

"Over there!" Someone pointed to a corpse in the middle of the battlefield. Although the head was missing, it was wearing golden armor. Who else could it be besides the slutty General Qianhu?

Dick stopped his team, rode his magic horse, walked out of his team, and gradually approached the Karanka tribe cavalry team.

"Your General Qianhu has been killed by me, do you still want to fight?" Dick raised his sword high.

"You! If you are not convinced, fight with me. There is no need to let these ordinary soldiers die! Do you dare?" Dick's sword pointed at a general in silver armor.

In grassland people's battles, it is easy to distinguish between duties. Generally speaking, on the battlefield, those with gold armor are generals, and those with silver armor are generals. For example, currently, Dick is also wearing gold armor. Since it is a convention, Dick just follows it.

"You three generals come together. If I lose, I will retreat! I admit that our Gaska tribe has lost this thousand-household battle. Do you dare to fight?"

The three generals of the Karanka tribe hesitated.

In the past, conflicts between tribes did not involve thousand-household wars. How could there be a mode like Dick's? This was a thousand-household wars, not a one-on-one battlefield.

"Fight!" "Fight!" "Fight!"...

The warriors of the Gaska tribe were excited by Dick's words. Soon, even the cavalry of the Karanka tribe began to shout. There is no way, prairie people are like this, advocating the strong, and they like to see the strong the most.

Fight and fight.

"Kill!" The situation forced us to fight, otherwise we would have to fight if we were so embarrassed.

Dick let go of the magic horse and stood on the ground, facing the siege of three fourth-level warriors.

The shouting battlefield fell silent in less than a minute.

With Dick's current strength, they are just three ordinary-level warriors. When three people are surrounded, the coordination cannot be so perfect. There is a huge gap in strength. Dick finds an opportunity, kills one first, and defeats them separately. It is not difficult.

"Thank you, General Situ, for not killing me!" The three generals of the Karanka tribe, who had been beaten to the point of vomiting blood by Dick, reluctantly stood up. They knew that it would be too easy for the powerful Situ to kill them.

"There are no personal grudges in the tribal dispute. We are all grassland warriors and belong to the same lineage. Let's go." Dick really just wanted to occupy the Flame Mountain to practice, and did not want to cause too many innocent deaths. Besides, how many people should he kill?

What's the point of being a weakling? With Dick's current strength, he has the ability to control the timing of hurting his opponent. The gap in strength is too big.

"You lose. If I don't kill you, let's go!" Dick looked at the remaining 400 young men of the Karanka tribe. Dick was not in the habit of massacre.

"Ouch..." The remaining four hundred warriors of the Karanka tribe cheered, winning!

"Old Hart, lead the big tent guard team to quickly gather the wounded and save those who can be saved as much as possible."

"Yes!" Old Hart didn't care what Dick's order was, just do whatever Dick said.

"General!" The five heads of households who were lucky enough to be alive came over.

"You two divide your troops to occupy the three hundred miles of pasture here. Remember, it is occupation, not massacre! Who dares to kill innocent people indiscriminately, if I find out, I will kill you."

"As you command!"

The men and horses of the Gasca tribe were divided into five hundred-household teams and went to receive the spoils of war.

Old Hart led the escort to collect the wounded. This was a cavalry melee, and most of the injured were trampled to death by the horses. Only a dozen or so of the wounded collected were still alive.