After a century of worship, I became the ancestor of the tribe.

Chapter 158 Invading the Xiaoyang Clan's Territory!
Guimu River, middle reaches, east bank.

The three fire warriors moved in a winding, dragon-like formation, with birds such as the Azure Phoenix hovering above them, and scouts surrounding them on all sides.

Huo Tang drove his chariot in front, surrounded by many Heavenly Vein warriors riding antelope-like beasts.

Luo Feng was also on the chariot.

The reason for bringing Luo Feng here was naturally because of the Heavenly Vein Guards brought by the young masters of the Luoshui Marquisate.

Although the other young masters were killed by Luo Feng, there are still more than 400 Heavenly Vein cultivators left, including five at the ninth level of Heavenly Vein.

How could Huotang possibly allow such a powerful group of warriors to remain in the Sanhuo tribe?

As for the issue of this group's fighting spirit, there are ways to resolve it.

And here comes Luo Feng.

They had no will to fight, but Luo Feng could not die.

If Luo Feng encounters danger, these people will have no choice but to rescue him.

The route taken by the entire tribe was carefully planned, and it was more than ten miles away from the banks of the Guimu River.

You say it's more than ten miles away, but it's not actually that far. A martial artist could run at full speed and it wouldn't even take half a quarter of an hour.

But you say it's not far, if someone were to rush out from the Guimu River, it would be just in time for the marching troops to prepare for defense.

When marching, the most important thing is to choose a place to set up camp.

Scouts will choose suitable locations along the way in advance. As for water sources, it's simple: just dig down near the Guimu River and you'll find water.

That night.

The army set up camp at the foot of an unnamed hill.

The high parts of the hill were leveled and giant crossbows were installed, providing a commanding view of the entire camp.

The giant logs used for setting up camp were covered with a layer of iron sheet and were loaded directly onto large carts during the march.

Upon arrival, the large trucks circled the area, forming a perimeter wall around the camp.

After the large cart is embedded with two iron plates, it can form a high wall two zhang high, with a lookout point, where a giant crossbow is placed, and the outside is reinforced with iron-plated timber.

The sun is gradually setting.

Inside the central chariot, Huo Tang gave the order, "Everyone is ready. Don't give me away. Make it look convincing."

Inside the camp, people were grouped into clusters of a hundred, with the leaders all being members of the Blazing Flame Clan.

The reason for delaying the deployment of troops by a month, besides preparing defensive measures, was to integrate the Blazing Flame Clan soldiers who had participated in 'guerrilla warfare' into the entire Northern Expeditionary Army.

……

into the night.

In the Guimu River, figures crossed from the west bank, one after another, owls carrying giant arrows and crossbows crawling on the ground toward the camp.

Suddenly, shouts of battle rang out from the east of the camp, the earth shook, and a forest of torches roared toward the camp.

Each of these owl cavalrymen had a mount, and several torches were either tied to or held onto their bodies. With just over two thousand cavalrymen, there were tens of thousands of torches flickering in the air.

Not long after the battle cries from the east, battle cries also came from the south, accompanied by the sound of giant arrows piercing the air.

Although the giant crossbows of the Xiaoyang tribe are inconvenient to carry, their giant arrows can be thrown.

On the wasteland, owls and swarms of owls rushed toward the camp like locusts, using their hands and feet to swarm it. When they were hundreds of feet away, they began to throw their giant crossbows.

After throwing the ball, he turned and ran without caring whether it hit the target or not.

On the hill, giant crossbows belonging to the Three Fire Tribes began to ignite the giant arrows soaked in animal oil, shooting them in all directions.

When the flames illuminated the surrounding wasteland, one could see owls howling and running around wildly.

Oh oh oh!
Soon after, the bugle sounded, and the earth shook even more violently.

More than ten miles away, a group of crocodile dragons stomped the ground with their hooves, the roars like thunder.

The roar lasted for about fifteen minutes, then all the noise stopped, and the torch-bearing cavalry that had appeared to the east of the camp also disappeared into the night.

An hour later, the torchbearer cavalry appeared in the south of the camp.

The sound of giant arrows piercing the air rang out one after another, constantly crashing into the camp or hitting the carts.

Rumble!
Finally, roars and howls filled the camp as a herd of antelope-like beasts charged out, heading straight for the torch-bearing cavalry, killing some slow-moving scattered members of the Xiaoyang tribe along the way.

After wandering around outside, they had no choice but to return to camp.

"Okay, bring it back."

Under the cover of night, watching the human cavalry return empty-handed, Mu Long, hiding in the shadows, shouted.

Beside it followed a dozen or so commanders of the Xiaoyang army.

"There's no need to kill too many humans. This is just the beginning. When they are exhausted, that's when my Xiaoyang army will be able to encircle them."

Seeing Mu Long's confident and composed demeanor, the dozen or so Xiaoyang commanders exchanged glances, none of them speaking.

They've known each other for decades; how could they not know what a Mulong looks like?

How did I suddenly become enlightened? Could it be that my ancestors bestowed blessings upon me?

Damn it, were our ancestors blind? How could they have chosen Mu Long out of so many people in the Xiaoyang clan? None of them are any worse than Mu Long.

"The human race sent cavalry to pursue and kill them. Then we can carry out small-scale raids to keep them from sleeping or eating properly, and also disrupt their march."

……

In the distance, on a small hill.

Mu Feilong looked towards the human camp.

Under the cover of night, the camp with its roaring bonfires was clearly visible.

You can also vaguely see the chaotic scene inside the human camp.

"That kid Mu Long is actually starting to get it."

"This method of exhausting the enemy is exactly what I want. That good-for-nothing Qiu Yan was utterly defeated by the human race, and his subordinates are also idiots. What makes them think they can compete with me?"

"Pass down the order that every commander of ten thousand should learn how to fight from Mu Long. I, Xiao Yang, will also have a day when I can use military strategy."

……

"Your turn! Your turn!"

Inside the human camp, a figure stuck a torch in the ground inside a thick tent and pulled another figure out.

The figure, who was fast asleep, was dragged out of bed, rubbed his eyes, grabbed a torch from the ground, and prepared to rush out.

Before I could even take a step, my ear was grabbed.

"Pull that thing off your ear so you can hear the incoming giant arrows and avoid getting pierced."

He then realized what was happening and dug hard into his ear, pulling out a black, crystalline substance resembling a ball of witchcraft.

With this thing, the noise outside is reduced by more than half, and I can sleep quite soundly.

Looking at the tents, they were supported by three layers of ironwood, with thick layers of animal hides and luxurious silk brocades laid in the middle.

This silk is extremely flexible and can withstand the direct penetration of armor-piercing arrows within a range of ten zhang (approximately 33 meters). Even if it pierces into flesh, it will carry the silk brocade into the flesh.

When pulling out an arrow, all you need to do is hold the silk brocade and give it a gentle tug, and the armor-piercing arrow will pop out of the flesh.

The silk brocade in Zhiyan's hands was stolen from the Luoshui tribe and was specifically intended for making clothes for the main line of the clan.

The number is not large enough, not even enough to make tents for defense, let alone equip 100,000 people.

With such multiple layers of protection, even if Xiaoyang were to throw giant arrows from outside the camp, the probability of them hitting any of the tribe's soldiers would be extremely low.

"Second brother, you're going to fake a serious injury tomorrow. Damn, you're getting off easy; you'll get a ride."

"Alright, I'll carry weapons for the brothers another day."

……

"Alright, let those beasts outside cause as much trouble as they want, just go to sleep."

"No, I need to heat up my potion plug; it's gotten a bit cold before I could put it in my ear."

Someone crawled out of the animal skin sleeping bag, removed two dark, lumpy things from their ears, and went outside to find a torch to roast them.

The residual heat of the dark, medicated block quickly melted it, turning it into a thick, black paste, which was then poured into the ear.

"Hiss, it's actually a bit hot."

"Alright, time for bed. You guys keep jumping and skipping."

For martial artists, the heat from this plaster is nothing, but it can isolate a lot of noise outside the camp without completely blocking their hearing.

As dawn broke, the commotion outside the camp finally subsided.

Outside the camp, the fields were littered with giant arrows embedded in the ground, along with a few scattered skeletons of Xiaoyang.

The tents were quickly rolled up and put into carts. The cavalry rushed out of the camp first and began to patrol the surroundings to defend against any potential attacks from Xiaoyang.

At times like these, truth and falsehood are intertwined, and one must never let one's guard down.

After more than an hour of rest, Huotang led the troops out in his chariot.

The trucks that followed carried several hundred more 'injured' men.

In fact, there are ways to deal with 'guerrilla warfare'. You can build strongholds and fight a protracted war, pushing through small mountains and swamps one by one.

However, Huotang felt it was okay to let Xiaoyang be smug for a while.

It's just acting, he's already arranged it all.

In the following days, the march was harassed by small groups of Xiaoyang tribe soldiers every day, who would charge close and shoot arrows, and the sound of horns and war drums would be heard from time to time.

Especially after each campsite under the cover of night, Xiaoyang would emerge one after another like worms crawling from the ground.

Every night after that, the next day when the army marched, there would be more 'wounded soldiers' on the wagons.

The marching tribal soldiers, who had been walking upright, became somewhat disorderly, and each of them looked listless.

"Tell them not to laugh and to walk with their heads down."

As they marched, centurions moved quickly through the ranks, constantly checking their units, while wagons moved along the sides of the column, providing defense.

"If you want to get rich quick, you'd better hold on now. Let's see who can hold out longer, us or Xiao Yang." "Xiao Yang thinks we're depressed because of this, so let's show him just how depressed we really are."

"Those who find it noisy plug their ears, one in front and one behind, taking turns plugging their ears."

……

In the blink of an eye, seven days have passed.

As night fell, the earth began to tremble again.

Huotang gripped the chariot's armrests with both hands, gazing at the northern horizon.

"We should be there soon!"

He and Ah-chan decided to split up.

It was common knowledge among the people of Ji County that the Jishan and Yanran tribes were defending against the main force of Xiaoyang from the east and west.

In recent years, the most renowned tribe has been the Three Fires Tribe, which has replaced Yanran and become the rising new tribe.

It can be said that while maintaining the front lines on the east and west, both the human race and the Xiaoyang were watching closely to see if the Three Fire Tribes could stir up trouble in the territory occupied by Xiaoyang.

An army of 100,000 cannot be defeated by mere harassment. What Xiaoyang wants is to take advantage of the army's exhaustion and then encircle them from all sides.

Now that we know Xiao Yang's methods, we naturally have a way to deal with them.

The outermost tribal soldiers guarding the main camp were always selected from 20,000 men. They had to withstand the invasion of Xiaoyang, while the remaining 80,000 men received ample rest every day.

In order to help the 20,000 people on the periphery withstand the continuous attacks of Xiaoyang, they were given additional witchcraft medicine, which had a calming and nourishing effect.

By feigning weakness to the enemy, they were naturally trying to give Xiao Yang a surprise.

Of the 80,000 men, 30,000 were heavy-duty soldiers. They were stationed in the very center of the camp, and their daily tasks consisted of eating, drinking, and sleeping.

As for the Blood Sea Guards accompanying them, there were only ten thousand.

leftover……

They've already traveled north along the Guimu River and entered the territory of the Xiaoyang tribe.

If we're going to play, we'll play big.

Killing Xiaoyang on the human lands is nothing compared to stirring up trouble in Xiaoyang's territory, which would be much more liberating.

The Blazing Flame Division's large-scale cultivation of Blood Sea Guards in Jidi began when Shen Can recruited a group of miners.

In the days that followed, as the number of people in the Three Fires tribe exceeded three million, Shen Can continued to perform sacrifices and selected tens of thousands of Blood Sea Guard reserve soldiers from among them.

Not every member of this tribe who dared to devour the flesh and blood of the Owl Yang could withstand the malevolent energy and resentment of the Owl Yang Blood Pill.

After a selection process, more than 30,000 people joined the Blood Sea Guard.

The Blood Sea Guards who went north to the Xiaoyang tribe's territory this time were selected from 8,000 people out of these 30,000.

These soldiers all had bloodshot eyes and an astonishingly fierce aura. When they didn't have the Owl Yang Blood Pill, they dared to eat Owl Yang flesh and blood raw to cultivate.

Led by Tian Chuanshan, the eight thousand people took advantage of the fact that the eyes of the Xiaoyang tribe around Heyang Market were drawn to the tribe soldiers led by Huotang, changed into black clothes, and headed north at night.

The eight thousand men had only one command: to storm into the territory of the Xiaoyang Muyan branch of the tribe, and to slaughter all the Xiaoyang people they saw!
Why go to the Muyan tribe's territory? In recent centuries, the Xiaoyang Muyan lineage has grown increasingly powerful, showing a trend of overshadowing the Qiuyin and Mukang branches.

Once Mu Yan annexes the Qiu Yin and Mu Kang tribes, the Mu Yan lineage will have the foundation to unify Xiao Yang to the west.

We'll lend a hand to whoever is weaker.

Whoever is stronger, bleed them dry.

A good owl is one where three forces stand in a tripartite balance, mutually restraining each other.

Jishan and Yanran held off Xiaoyang's main force, weren't they just waiting to see how Sanhuo would stir up trouble?
Then let the people of Jidi see for themselves how the men of the North work.

……

The territory of the Xiaoyang clan.

A strong aura of blood lingered in the mountains and forests, and blood flowed out as rivers. Broken bones of Xiaoyang were everywhere.

In some places, figures sat cross-legged in the blood, swallowing the pervasive stench of blood.

The forest was very quiet; even with two thousand figures scattered throughout, the silence was unsettling.

Tian Chuanshan unfolded a map.

The above marks the settlements of various tribes of the Muyan branch.

There are also markers indicating which route to take to maximize your chances of encountering the Muyan branch tribes along the way.

This map comes from Huoyu, and also from Xiaoyang's trusted ally, Xiaohao.

For years, Huo Yu has remained hidden in the territory of the Xiaoyang clan, all for the sake of this map.

Today, it finally came in very handy.

"go!"

As Tian Chuanshan waved, figures got up and left without hesitation, leaving behind a mountain of corpses and a river of blood.

Speed ​​is of the essence for this mission; they must annihilate the tribes under the command of the Muyan branch as quickly as possible before Xiaoyang can react.

Therefore, Tian Chuanshan divided the eight thousand men into four teams and set off from several directions toward the core area of ​​the Xiaoyang Muyan branch.

The four Blood Sea Guards chose routes that would encounter the most tribes as much as possible, and simply abandoned any scattered tribes that were not on their marching route.

Everything has to be fast.

Kill all the way.

Once discovered, the group will head north, then disperse and enter the mountains, breaking up into smaller groups.

According to plan, the four teams will meet in Muxian tribe, one of the five major tribes under the Muyan branch, four days later.

At this moment, the Blood Curse Guards had already taken the lead and headed towards the Muxian tribe.

In order to move south, the chieftain of the Muyan tribe did indeed withdraw most of the troops from his various tribes.

The tribes under the Muyan branch that Xuehaiwei encountered almost all failed to hold out for more than a quarter of an hour.

In addition, in order to control the human lands they occupied, the three tribes of Xiaoyang relocated many of their scattered tribes that did not belong to their own bloodline, which in turn made it easier for the Blood Sea Guards to advance rapidly.

On the first day of their invasion of Muyan territory, the two thousand Blood Sea Guards under Tian Chuanshan advanced four thousand miles and annihilated seventeen tribes.

The next day, the twenty-first clan was exterminated.

On the third day, nineteen out of ten tribes were wiped out.

Although most of them are small tribes with a few thousand or even tens of thousands of people, almost all of them are of Muyan blood.

On the fourth day, the four scattered Blood Sea Guards successfully joined forces and relentlessly attacked the Muxian tribe.

The Muxian tribe is similar to a superior tribe of the human race, with a population of over 400,000, and it governs many small branches of the Xiaoyang tribe.

Under the cover of night, four Blood Sea Guards stormed into the Muxian tribe.

Even though most of their elite troops had been withdrawn, the Muxian tribe's soldiers were still on high alert immediately, and a deafening roar resounded.

At that moment, from somewhere in the tribe, the mournful cries of the tribesmen suddenly rang out, and blood-red faces of the tribesmen appeared, dazzling in the night.

These blood shadows swept through the clan like a whirlwind, draining the life out of any Owl Sun Clan they encountered.

"There's a blood witch!"

"The blood witches are eating our souls!"

"do not want!"

When the chieftain of the Muxian tribe went south to conquer the human race, an elder who stayed behind in the tribe rushed out and shouted loudly to the other elders, but no one responded.

A torrent of blood surged into the clan's territory from four directions, carrying the resentment of the Xiaoyang clan. Yet, the blood-red blades they wielded repeatedly cleaved and killed the Xiaoyang.

However, many of the owls who rushed out of their residences suddenly staggered and felt weak all over.

Suddenly, I realized that I had been poisoned without even knowing when.

The place where the tribe stored animal oil was broken open, and the oil began to flow down the ground, and flames followed.

Countless owls were engulfed by flames, but these screams did not stop the Blood Sea Guards from wielding their swords.

Every figure had bloodshot eyes, as if all they could see was the desire to kill Xiao Yang. Some of them were swallowing blood as they killed.

"what!"

"Chief, where are you? Why are humans attacking our tribe?!"

Countless owls screamed in agony, unable to believe that humans had invaded their territory.

In a corner of this tribal land, some human slaves also rushed out and charged towards the nearest Xiaoyang tribe, using their teeth and fists.

They were all emaciated, but their eyes were filled with hatred.

"Human, how dare you!"

Deep within the Xiaoyang tribe, in the once empty ancestral temple, wisps of black blood oozed from the ground, breaking open like tattered cotton to reveal Xiaoyang, whose hair had turned white.

Its eyes were blood-red, and a blood-red horn grew from its head.

"Blood Prohibition!"

Then, the owl-like creature unleashed a spell at Tian Chuanshan, and an incredibly dense aura of blood energy roared out.

at the same time.

The ferocious phantom of Xiaoyang in the Xiaoyang clan's territory transformed from a blood-red illusion into a series of figures in blood-red robes, about a hundred of them, who quickly rushed towards the white-haired Xiaoyang.

"A bunch of wicked creatures, how dare you use my Xiaoyang Clan for cultivation!"

"I curse you all to be like rotting blood, year after year..."

Then, streaks of blood-red light appeared, rushing towards the more than one hundred figures that were attacking.

But the moment the blood curtain fell, more than a hundred figures became illusory, and then solidified again after passing through the blood curtain.

"curse?"

In the illusory image, Shi Jun, the commander of the Blood Curse Guard, had an incredibly eerie pair of blood-black eyes and let out a low murmur.

"You've cursed the right person!"

(End of this chapter)