The personal slave "Chahan [Bai]" respectfully reported to Tartai: "There are already a hundred men on the other side of that Yan."

Tartai was named because he was born fat. This is not a good name. Tartai usually hates others calling him "fatty", so his companions, subjects, and slaves all call him "Nayan [chief]" to his face.

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"Have the sentries been released?"

"Let it go."

"Yes!" Tartai ordered, stroking his soft whip: "Send the horses over."

"Haha." Chahan saluted by pressing his chest and prepared to leave.

"No! Don't send them away yet!" Fatty Tartai squinted his eyes, which were almost like slits: "Send ten horses over first, and let the Qingqi go out to see what's going on further afield."

"Hey ha."

So ten horses were sent over, which delayed some time.

The Tertun people on the east coast didn't have time to saddle their horses, so they just rode on their bare horses and rode away.

Before the sound of horse hooves could go far, a frightening war cry suddenly sounded from behind the gradually thinning mist: "[Common Language] Draw your sword!"

It was as if hundreds of men were roaring at the same time: "Uukhai!"

"There's an ambush! Idiot! The sentry deserves to die!" Fatty Tartai kept yelling: "Pull the son back."

It was too late, two dull cannon shots were heard from the other side of the river, and the sharp sound of bugles penetrated the mist and resounded on both sides of the Big Horn River.

First company commander Tamas jumped out of the field and rushed to the front with a pig-hunting spear.

To Tamas's surprise, there was someone ahead of him: a short figure with a flat-ended pig hunting spear, howling into the mist.

Since the shabby wooden house was burned down, Shorty Peter has not said a word. He neither cries nor laughs. He eats what is given and drinks what is given, like a zombie.

Even though First Company Commander Tamas assured the dwarf repeatedly that he would rebuild his house after defeating the Hed Barbarian, it did not bring any light to the dwarf's eyes.

However, at this moment, Short Peter howled like crazy and rushed towards the river bank, surprising his comrades.

When the rotten wooden house with a big hole in the roof and air leakage on the four walls burned down, Peter Burnier felt a void in his heart.

But now, that missing piece is filled with hatred and anger.

Peter Burnier did not dare to hate the "Blood Wolf" who gave him his last name, and did not want to hate the company commander who treated him like a brother. He could only hate the Hurd Barbarian.

Damn that bastard Hurd!

Damn Hurd barbarian!

Why do you want to come here?

Kill you all!

The more than a hundred Terdun people who crossed the river gathered together with their backs against the river. The fog had not yet dissipated, and they could only hear shouts of death coming from all directions.

"Spread out! Don't crowd together!" A red feather leader yelled at the top of his lungs: "Spread out!"

Except for Hong Feiyu, no one on the east coast of Telduun wore armor. They wore armor and sat in the boat, and they sank when they fell into the water. The only weapons in their hands were horn bows and scimitars.

Everyone is looking forward to the shore, squeezing into the safer crowds, and there is no room to even draw their bows.

Hong Lingyu became furious and pulled his subordinates out of the crowd one by one: "Spread out and set up your bows!"

The shouts of killing were getting closer and closer. Some Terdun people could not withstand the psychological pressure, loosened their bow strings, and shot arrows into the pale white mist.

The arrow was swallowed up by the white mist, and it was unclear whether it hit anyone or not.

Other Tertun people also opened their bows and fired arrows one after another, shooting wherever there was a sound.

The Teltun people on the other side were paddling hard and dragging their rafts across the river.

Hong Lingyu saw it in her eyes and felt anxious in her heart.

The Hed people generally believe that the first twelve arrows are the "best" arrows for an archer. After that, the archer's power gradually declines, and the accuracy, power and speed of the bow will be much worse.

However, because they could not withstand the psychological pressure, all the "good arrows" of the Telton people were wasted on shooting at the fog.

"Stop!" Hong Lingyu was furious and whipped his subordinates: "If you see a person with two legs, shoot again! If you see a person, shoot again!"

Suddenly a huge force came from behind, and accompanied by the exclamations of his subordinates, Hong Lingyu, who was standing in front of the crowd, was severely knocked down by a short Plato soldier who rushed out of the white mist.

The pig-hunting spear failed to pierce the armor, and Hong Lingyu's ribs were completely broken by the brute force, and she was pushed to the ground.

Hong Lingyu struggled to get up, but the short Plato man went crazy and hit Hong Lingyu on the back, as if he was killing an sworn enemy.

The Terdun people were dumbfounded. Even the Hed people had never seen such a ferocious evil star.

"Shoot him! Ah!" Hong Lingyu was hit through the armor and vomited blood. He even heard the crisp sound of his spine breaking: "Shoot him!"

Only then did the Telton archer come to his senses, and tremblingly opened his bow and drew an arrow.

"Death!" Another tall Platuan man jumped out from behind the white mist and pounced on the Tertun people without any hesitation.

The pig-hunting spear of the tall Platuan went straight to the throat of the Teltun man in front of him. It only delayed slightly at the throat and penetrated all the way to the spine.

The Teltun screamed and grabbed the spear shaft.

The tall Platoans tried to pull back the pig-hunting spears, but the Tertuns refused to let go.

If you were a new soldier, you would probably be foolishly tug-of-war with the Tertun people at this time.

But this tall Plato soldier was the captain of the company, Tamas. When he saw that the spear shaft was held, he immediately gave up his spear and drew his sword. He ignored the barbarian with the spear stuck in his throat and slashed at the others with his sword.

It happened in an instant, as more and more Tiefeng County soldiers rushed out of the white mist.

Seeing hundreds of Tertun people on the river bank, most of the soldiers of the first company were stunned at first, and then they shouted and fought towards the enemy.

The two sides started a melee in the mist. The people wearing leather robes were the Hittites, and the people wearing cloth clothes were the Platoans. Everyone had ferocious faces and clenched teeth.

The dwarf Bunir, who was already crazy, was still smashing the red feathers. The tip of the pig-hunting spear had been broken by the smash, and the dwarf continued to hit it with the broken spear.

Hong Lingyu kept screaming and kept digging at the soil, trying to get up, but his lower body no longer obeyed his orders.

The strong wind roared, and the mist dispersed completely in an instant.

The fog that blocked the view had disappeared, and Fatty Tartai on the other side of the river immediately ordered his men to fire arrows.

The arrows hit the east bank like hailstones, flying towards the fighting parties without distinguishing between friend and foe.

It was at this time that Bart Schalling rushed to the battlefield with the second company.

Looking at the fighting situation on the shore, Bart Shilling shouted that it was not good.

The Herd barbarians had no way to retreat, the morale of the first company was high, and both sides on the shore were already fighting.

The barbarians on the other side obviously did not intend to rescue the tribesmen, but wanted to kill and injure the Platuan people as much as possible.

"Company commander, shall we go up?" Sergeant [Nine Fingers] asked, gearing up.

"What the hell!" Bart Schalling yelled, "Blow the retreat horn!"

"retreat?"

"Blow it if I ask you to!"

The melody of retreat sounded.

Although First Company Commander Tamas didn't know why, he still shouted and ordered the surrounding soldiers: "Retreat!"

"Retreat!" The sergeant of the first company also repeated the order and pulled the soldiers around him away from the battlefield.

Tamas passed by Peter Bunier and found that the latter was still hitting a red feather on the back.

And that Hong Lingyu was dying, but he was not dead yet.

Tamas kicked the dwarf Peter over, opened the armor curtain on the back of Hong Lingyu's neck, and gave the dying Hong Lingyu a good blow.

"That's enough." Tamas scolded with a stern face, pulling the lost Peter, the dwarf, back to the attack position.

The Teltun people on the east coast were fighting with a single will. They suddenly lost their enemies and became at a loss.

"[Hidden] Raft!" A Teltun man threw down his weapon and shouted in surprise: "[Hidden] The raft is coming!"

This shout was like a starting gun, and the surviving Teltun people rushed to the sheepskin raft that had not yet reached the shore.

"[Hidden] Don't leave me here!" The seriously injured Tertun people cried and begged: "[Hidden] Don't leave me here!"

But no one paid attention. Suddenly, a hint of hope appeared in the desperate situation, and all the people in Telton who were still alive became indifferent.

"[Herd] It's over!" The furious fat man Tartai threw his riding crop towards the river.

"[Herd] Surrender and avoid death!" The soldiers of the second company spoke blunt Herd, formed a loose line and rushed to the shore: "[Herd] Surrender and avoid death!"

Bart Schalling did not rush to the front. He stayed on the high ground by the river bank, frowning and observing the battlefield situation.

Sergeant "Nine Fingers" followed Bart Schalling's order and immediately cut off the leather rope connecting the two sides of the bank.

The Teltun people's sheepskin raft was caught off guard and was swept downstream by the river water.

The Terdun people who lost their will to resist laid down their weapons and knelt down to surrender.

Seeing that the situation was over, the Tertun people on the other side fired a few rounds of arrows symbolically and no longer wasted arrows.

Several corpses floated on the water, silently being carried away by the river.
Chapter completed!