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  Chapter 752 749 [Island Owner Evolution History 4]

  In a river valley, tens of thousands of troops are stationed.

  Using the tribe as the unit, there is a group in the east and a group in the west, and there are strict boundaries between each other.

   At night, the sky is full of stars.

  The astrologer is sitting by the campfire, holding many wooden boards in his hand, each small board has a pattern. After working so carefully for a while, he suddenly stood up, opened his arms and shouted.

  A temporary altar with a cow on it, which is a sacrifice to the gods.

   When the astrologer chattered, the king was overjoyed and asked the speaker to announce the result of the divination.

  The speaker is also an official position, responsible for conveying and carrying out the king's orders. He climbed up the hillside and announced loudly toward the river valley: "The wise astrologer has communicated with the supreme sun god. The Thor tribe in the north believes in an evil god. That evil **** will bring drought and hurricanes. Kill them all. Now, follow His Majesty the King and pray to the gods for victory!"

  In the west of Madagascar, the indigenous people believe that everything is animistic.

  The creation **** is called "Zalahari", and there is a sun **** under it. The Creator God has disappeared and no longer cares about world affairs, so the Sun God is the most authoritative. They like to smear sunflower-like signs on their faces with paint, so that they can get the blessing of the sun god.

  In addition, a mountain, a river, a tree...all have spirituality and can be worshipped.

  The king is the emissary of the sun **** in the world, responsible for ruling the people all over the world, and everyone must be loyal to the king.

   But there is no high priest here, but a kind of royal astrologer, and their astrology is likely to come from Arabia.

  After a series of ceremonies, the king sanctified the expedition, which was the conquest of the evil Thor by the sun god. The warriors who died in this battle can enter the Kingdom of God after death and receive the blessing of the gods forever.

  For a while, morale burst.

  Even those small tribes, the native soldiers are eager to try, only the tribal leaders expressed doubts. Because in normal times, the leaders of small tribes would also use gods to fool the tribe.

  In the winding and narrow river valley, more than 10,000 people moved slowly, dragging them into a long snake that stretched for two or three miles.

  Da Mo is a "prince" of a small tribe. His father is already old and frail. This time he will lead the tribe to go out. In fact, he was very reluctant to come, because last year's typhoon severely reduced grain production. There was not enough to eat, and I had to bring my own dry food to fight the war. There will definitely be a famine when I go back this year.

  Walking ahead of Damo was the Longniao tribe. He knew the leader of the Longniao tribe, and the Longniao tribe was not doing well this year.

  The humongous bird is much bigger than the ostrich, and a humongous bird egg is as big as seven ostrich eggs. This kind of bird cannot fly and is almost extinct. If you are lucky, you will see one or two.

  This river valley is too far away, and Damo has never been here before, so he looked curiously at the scenery along the way.

   "Boom boom boom!"

  Three gunshots came from the other side of the river.

  The terrain on the opposite bank is steeper and not suitable for large-scale marches, but the erection of forts can cover this side with firepower.

  This place is nearly ten miles away from the village of the Han people, and the battle started ahead of time.

   "Thor is angry!"

  Hearing the rumbling cannon, the aboriginals began to panic, stopped and looked at the other side at a loss.

  Although the king is the messenger of the sun **** in the world, the **** of thunder is not something ordinary people can deal with. The shell fell into the crowd of two small tribes, and the nearby natives knelt down in fright and prayed, silently begging Thor to forgive him.

King Zahal pulled out his bronze sword and shouted against the sun: "The sun **** has given me supernatural power, and I will bless you with supernatural power. All the warriors who died in battle today can enter the kingdom of God and serve the gods forever and ever. Rush to the other side of the river and kill the followers of the evil god!"

  A large number of messengers and speakers were sent from the king to deliver news to the various tribes.

  The astrologer also took out the wooden sign, pretended to be a ghost, and shouted: "The gods tell me, we will win this battle!"

   "Bless the Sun God!"

  The nobles around the king shouted, and the rest of the civilian soldiers also shouted. The shouts spread to both sides, and finally more than 10,000 people shouted collectively, which not only prevented the collapse, but also boosted morale.

   "Boom boom boom!"

   Another three shells hit, the Sun God obviously didn't bless them, and some unlucky ones were smashed to pieces.

   "Kill across the river!"

  Thousands of soldiers jumped into the river, just swimming with bare hands.

  Although they have shipbuilding technology, they can build some small boats. But the rivers here all run from east to west, but this time the troops were dispatched from south to north, so they did not bring ships at all.

  On the other side of the river, there are only three cannons, and all the ambushes are on the hillside here.

  In the woods on the hillside, Deng Youzhang held up the binoculars, observed for a long time and said: "The enemy commander is over there, and there are about three or four thousand troops around him. The whole army is leaning over to prepare to attack. Don't worry about other things, go directly to the enemy commander!"

  When Deng Youzhang led his troops to move in the woods, the artillerymen on the other side obviously knew the exact location of the king.

  The three cannons all adjusted their directions and fired shells at the king.

  The indigenous soldiers who took the lead were still swimming in the river, and the third round of shelling had already begun.

  One shot misses completely, one hits the little tribe, and another hits the king.

  King Zahal was stunned. He saw with his own eyes that his nephew had his head smashed by a black object. This is not over yet, after his nephew's head exploded, the black thing continued to fly forward, breaking the arm of a clansman, and the thigh of a commoner...

   Is it really Thor coming?

  Zahal was trembling with fright, subconsciously looking at the astrologer.

  The astrologer was already dazed, looking at the opposite bank foolishly, and then ran to look at the flying iron ball.

   "Boom boom boom!"

   Another round of shooting, the astrologer who was studying the iron ball was cut in two by the shell.

  King Zahal was so frightened that he fell to the ground. A shell flew over his head just now. Although he was not injured, the sound of howling piercing the air made his vest sweat profusely.

  The army of more than 10,000 aboriginals fell into panic and bewilderment at the moment.

  The troops ordered to cross the river are almost swimming ashore. The tribe who stayed here didn't know what to do, and walked back and forth restlessly.

   "Boom boom boom!"

   This round of shelling was still aimed at the king's position.

  Finally, some natives sensed that something was wrong, so Thor's anger pointed at the king and released it. The king must have angered Thor, and he had to stay away from the king so that he would not be hurt by Chi Yu.

  The native nobles ran to both sides first, wanting to get as far away from the king as possible, and some soldiers followed suit.

   In a blink of an eye, there were only a few tens of meters away from the king, and there were only more than 300 people left.

  The aborigines who swam across the river have already begun to climb the mountain. The artillerymen did not dare to confront the enemy head-on, so they retreated after dropping the artillery, and hid in the dense forest on the top of the mountain to observe the situation.

  Finally some natives found the artillery, and they were afraid to go forward.

   After being stunned for a while, a warrior walked over and dared to touch the barrel.

"what!"

  The native warrior screamed miserably, clutching his hands and howling.

  The rest of the aborigines were frightened, and hurriedly withdrew from a long distance. After waiting for a while, nothing unusual was found, so he approached cautiously.

  The native soldier touching the gun barrel had several blisters on his palm.

  The natives looked at each other, thinking that this was the curse of Thor, and whoever dared to touch the weapon of Thor would lose his hands.

   One by one, the natives knelt down in front of the three cannons, sincerely begging Thor's forgiveness.

  Then, they backed up slowly until they reached the river. Neither dared to move the artillery, nor dared to swim back, thousands of native soldiers just sat there quietly.

   Several tribal leaders even got together to chat:

  "The God of Thunder here is the real god, the king has angered the gods, we can no longer help the king fight."

   "Thor is a subordinate of the Sun God. Thor will not oppose the Sun God. The king must have been bewitched by the evil god. He believes in a false Sun God, so the Sun God sent Thor to punish him."

"Yes, the king must believe in false gods. Since he became king, we have paid more and more food every year, and our people are starved to death every year. The sun **** is kind and will not let such people Be king."

   "..."

  King Zahal was roaring at the moment, he ordered his soldiers to come back, they must defend themselves well, and they are not allowed to flee far away.

   At this moment, Deng Youzhang led his troops over, and carefully descended to kill the king.

  The king also saw them and hurriedly summoned the army.

   More than a thousand native soldiers hurriedly assembled and raised their weapons towards the hillside.

  Deng Youzhang has more than 300 soldiers under his command. In addition to the Han people, there are also indigenous people with bronze or wooden spears.

  The natives were trembling, but no one retreated, because they firmly believed that they were blessed by Thor.

   "Whoa! Whoa!"

  The king's herald blew his whistle and ordered the tribal soldiers on both sides to rush over and annihilate the enemy. Nearly ten thousand people can't just stand still.

  The various tribes on both sides showed obvious hesitation and dilly-dally gathered towards the king.

  Facing the frontal battlefield, Deng Youzhang's soldiers have completely descended from the hillside. The front row is full of musketeers, with swords and shields guarding them, and the shields are simple wooden shields. The spearmen followed, and the native soldiers even further behind.

  The two sides are getting closer, and the enemy is already throwing stones.

   It was a primitive catapult made of wooden sticks and ropes. If it hits the body, it will be bruised directly. If it hits the head, it is likely to pass out on the spot.

"Puff puff…"

  The stones fell on the wooden shield one after another, and occasionally the legs and feet were hit. There was even a Han soldier who had his tibia cracked by a stone.

  The two sides continue to approach, the native spearmen are ready to throw their spears.

   "Bang bang bang bang!"

   There was a burst of gunfire, followed by gunpowder smoke, and the native soldiers facing each other fell down.

   "Thor's weapon! Run!"

  The native soldiers who were not shot turned around and fled in fright, thinking that the firecrackers could shoot continuously. The native nobles ran the fastest, completely ignoring the king, and ran in the direction they came, causing thousands of tribal soldiers to disperse together.

  The tribal soldiers on the other side did not dare to return the same way, so they jumped into the river to escape.

   There are also some tribes, under the leadership of the leader, collectively kneel down and ask for surrender.

  Da Mo did not run away, nor did he kneel, but said to his tribe: "The king has failed, and Thor is the true god. Come with me to help Thor fight! Kill the king!"

  Kill the king, this year's tribute will not be handed in...

  The king wanted to gather the rout, but no one was obedient, so he could only flee with the prince.

   "Charge!"

   "On the bayonet!"

  The Han soldiers pointed at the king and chased after them, and the native soldiers they brought also started chasing and killing with red eyes.

  (end of this chapter)