Chapter 11 Barbarians
"Chief, news came from Ye Zhan that the barbarians have sent a looting force of 8,000 people. This force will arrive at the Black Earth stronghold in three hours at most. Do you think we need to prepare early or send troops to support us?" Ye San ran in hurriedly, saying anxiously.

As a high-ranking figure in the Ye tribe, Ye San is very familiar with the Barbarian Tribe, which is a force far more powerful than the Giant Tiger and the Barbarian Bull.

Faced with the plundering of barbarians, why did the powerful Red River forces choose to compromise?

This is because they have fought before and were unable to win.

In the past, there were three large tribes in Honghe: Giant Tiger, Wild Bull, and Horned Sheep, all of which were powerful forces with tens of thousands of people.

In order to fight against the barbarians, the three major tribes formed an alliance and absorbed almost all the Red River tribes, known as the Red River Alliance. The total number of people was more than the current Night Tribe, with nearly 100,000 soldiers.

The Red River Alliance and the barbarians fought a great battle on the Black Soil Plains. However, shockingly, the barbarians only sent 10,000 cavalrymen to defeat the 100,000-strong army of the Red River Alliance.

Afterwards, he destroyed the Horned Sheep Tribe in one fell swoop, making the Three Overlords of the Red River a thing of the past.

Since then, Red River has been unable to fight against the barbarians.

"Don't be so nervous, we have been prepared for a long time! Let them come, I also want to see whether the warriors of the Ye tribe are stronger or the warriors of the barbarians are braver..." Looking at the nervous Ye San, Su Xingyu smiled and comforted him.

Ye San hesitated and said, "That being said..."

"Okay, go inform the soldiers and prepare to go to war."

Su Xingyu waved his hand, his eyes flashing with a hint of coldness: "The barbarians have already put the meat in their mouths, so why shouldn't we eat it? We should wipe out this barbarian tribe, go straight to Huanglong, and swallow them whole."

"As you wish, Patriarch."

Seeing that the patriarch had made up his mind, Ye San would not speak out against it even though he felt uneasy.

"Go."

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The Black Soil Plain spans hundreds of miles, and the Black Soil Stronghold of the Night Tribe is located in the center of the plain. It was originally a large tribe of tens of thousands of people who made their living on animal husbandry. There was a blood crystal vein underground, which was later annexed by the Night Tribe and converted into a Black Soil Stronghold.

There are two purposes for establishing this stronghold: one is to guard against foreign enemies, and the other is to have a distant view of the Black Soil Plain.

After taking over the Bloodfang Forest, if the Night Tribe wanted to expand, the best choice would be the Black Soil Plains.

Therefore, the Black Soil stronghold has the largest and strongest military force among the four strongholds.

Outside the Black Earth Stronghold, nearly 20,000 black-armored warriors looked out into the depths of the plain. Ye Zhan led the most elite cavalry of the Night Tribe at the forefront. He spoke in a deep voice as he gave his final speech: "The barbarians are coming. The barbarians who are so rude and powerful, who often plundered our food and defeated the Red River Alliance, are coming again. Warriors of the Night Tribe, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid!"

"Not afraid!"

"Not afraid!"

The soldiers' voices echoed loudly and their eyes seemed bloodshot.

"Haha... To be honest, I am a little scared. After all, they are the barbarians, one of the overlords of the Black Soil Plains. They once defeated our 100,000 people with only 10,000 people."

Ye Zhan laughed, and without waiting for everyone's reaction, he said excitedly:

"But compared to fear, I feel more excited. The Night Tribe has grown from a few hundred people to hundreds of thousands now, and we have experienced more than a hundred wars.

"Back then, we only had simple equipment, but we still dared to fight the barbarians. Now we have better equipment than them. I just want to see how strong the barbarians who roam the black land are. And are you worthy of this set of equipment? Dear brave warriors, let us wait and see!"

"Fight!!!" the soldiers roared.

"The King of Eternal Night is watching us!"

Ye Zhan raised his sword to the sky, and then slashed it: "In the name of God, this battle will be won!"

"We must win! We must win! We must win!"

The soldiers were full of strength as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Following Ye Zhan's order, nearly 20,000 soldiers followed the Sky-Splitting Eagle in the sky and rushed towards the Black Soil Plain. "I never knew that Ye Zhan had such a good speech." Su Xingyu in the God's Domain saw Ye Zhan's pre-war speech and shook his head and laughed.

He had originally planned to give these warriors a pre-battle blessing, but now it seems that is no longer necessary.

After all, he is a god. He can't appear as frequently as before. He needs to be a little more impressive.

The gods that have fallen into the mortal world are not gods, but just powerful divine creatures.

What's more, He has not yet mastered the power and is just a phantom with an empty personality. It is better to show off His power less in front of people.

Dozens of miles away from the Black Earth stronghold, an army wearing tattered armor and animal skins for warmth was rushing towards the Red River.

Although they were dressed in rags, they were all strong and sturdy, with colorful stripes on their faces, and they looked extremely powerful.

"Why is it so far? I wouldn't have come if I had known. The people in the Red River tribe are poorer than each other, what good things can they have..." said the young man who was riding a tall black horse and running in the front with some impatience.

"It's almost there, we'll be there in a while, young clan leader, please wait patiently for a while." A middle-aged man who was a little thin and looked to be about 30 years old spoke to comfort the young man.

"Hu-hu-"

Looking at the panting horse under him, the middle-aged man thought for a moment and whispered:

"Young Chief, we set out before the sun rose, and it's almost noon now. We haven't had any rest in the middle. The soldiers are a little tired. Why don't we stop to rest, drink some water and eat some dry food?"

"Why are you resting? This is not a war. Why should you be tired?" the young man shouted in dissatisfaction.

The thin middle-aged man remained silent, but he was disdainful in his heart.

What is your horse, what is our horse! How can this be the same thing, fuck!
But when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. He nodded and replied, "It was my negligence."

"We, the tribesmen of the Barbarian Tribe, are all brave warriors. A mere cold wind is nothing."

After the young man finished speaking, he shouted loudly:

"Everyone, keep working hard. When we get to the Red River, we'll have a banquet. There will be fine wine, delicious food, and women for everyone to enjoy..."

"Young Patriarch, you can't..."

The middle-aged man was about to speak to persuade him, but the young man turned his head and looked at him. The threat was self-evident. The middle-aged man immediately shut up and praised:

"Young Patriarch is wise."

"It's good to know."

The young man nodded.

bang bang bang...

Suddenly, there was a slight vibration from the ground. The soldiers with excellent eyesight looked forward and saw a black "wave" coming towards them. The soldiers were stunned at first, and then shouted hoarsely:

"Young Patriarch, there are enemies!"

"I'm not blind, I saw it."

The young man looked a little flustered, but soon calmed down, still a little annoyed:

"They actually dared to take the initiative to attack. These Red River bastards are quite courageous. However, I will make them understand that courage alone is useless. Strength is the real truth."

"Brave barbarian warriors, come with me and crush these bastards. Let them see what true strength is."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man rushed out on his horse, holding his long sword high, like a black lightning.

The barbarian warriors behind him shouted "Wow!" and then rushed out excitedly, as if the person facing them was not an enemy but a piece of cooked fat meat.

They are just a group of weak tribes from the Red River. No matter how large their numbers are, the only outcome is defeat when facing their charge.

(End of this chapter)