Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 967 - 40: Encirclement (End)_2
Chapter 967: Chapter 40: Encirclement (End)_2
Suddenly, so many “Red River Tribe’s riders” emerged that even the members of the Eagle Forest Tribe were dumbfounded.
Which are real? Which are fake?
“You fools!” the leader of the Eagle Forest Tribe, and uncle of White Lion [Tie Feng], cursed anxiously, “Real or fake?! Whoever dares to go to Qingqiu will be killed!”
The cavalry of the Eagle Forest Tribe immediately roared and charged into the hunting ground, colliding head-on with the torrent of the numerous “Red River Tribe’s riders.”
On top of Qingqiu, Stag’s forehead broke into a sweat. He began to regret the bold statements he had made in front of the champion Paratu.
Stag had anticipated that the Haidong Tribe and the Suz Tribe would send troops to sneak into the hunting grounds, but he had never expected them to invest to such a great extent.
Holding the only high ground also meant facing attacks from all directions. With Qingqiu at the center, the circular hunting group with a radius of five kilometers is now truly a meat grinder.
The cavalry loyal to White Lion were risking their lives to intercept enemies from all directions, while enemies from all directions were recklessly attacking towards Qingqiu.
Looking around, everywhere was a battlefield, everywhere were enemies.
Closing his eyes to listen, everywhere were shouts, everywhere were screams.
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In a moment of distraction, Stag even had the illusion of being surrounded by tens of thousands of troops.
Just the few ambush soldiers sent by the Haidong Tribe and the Suz Tribe could definitely not create such a powerful impact. Surely some participating tribes were swayed by the Haidong Tribe and the Suz Tribe… and not just a few.
The twelve strategically placed cannon on Qingqiu even lost their meaning, as by the time one round was loaded, the enemy’s cavalry had already reached the gunners.
At this moment, the soldiers of the Red River Tribe were like a dam overburdened, unable to stop the flood despite risking their lives and giving their all.
Only eighty of the royal guards and arrow masters responsible for guarding White Lion’s golden tent remained by Stag’s side.
Stag took off his gold-inlaid horn, the sound calling the warriors to throw themselves into the final bloody battle echoed through Qingqiu.
Meanwhile, in Little Lion’s tent.
Holding prayer beads, the venerable white-haired healer respectfully answered Edun’s question.
Winters asked sharply, “What did he say?”
“Little Lion’s condition has just stabilized; any bumps would kill him.” Erhulan hesitated, then finally shook his head.
“What else did he say?” Winters noticed Erhulan was hiding something.
“The healer advised us to leave, saying he could ensure Little Lion’s safety,” Erhulan made up his mind, pleadingly looking at Winters, “Shigutu is a renowned healer on the plains; he can protect Little Lion and me. Please go, don’t worry about us anymore.”
Winters did not believe an old healer close to death could ensure the safety of White Lion’s brother and sister, and he also understood that Erhulan, despite appearing fragile, was as stubborn as Anna.
He couldn’t persuade Erhulan to abandon Little Lion and flee, just as Little Lion couldn’t persuade Erhulan to abandon her and flee.
The earth vibrated, the shouts of killing filled his ears, and even the thick leather of the tent could not isolate them.
“There’s another way.” Winters slowly flexed his finger bones and wrist joints.
Erhulan and the old healer Shigutu looked at Winters, puzzled.
“The people outside merely want two things; one is the Red River Tribe’s sky-blue banner. The other…” Winters looked towards the tattered, blood-stained and mud-smeared red armor hanging beside Little Lion, and heavily spat out a word:
“White Lion.”
Erhulan covered her mouth, tears streaming down, shaking her head and repeatedly stepping back.
Winters cut off the straps around him, pulled off his own armor, and pointed to the armor standing in the tent like a silent ghost, of White Lion:
“Armor me!”
Erhulan didn’t move, but the old healer Shigutu stood up, spoke a few words to the others in the tent.
The female slaves serving in Little Lion’s tent quickly began to move.
Breastplate, skirt armor, shoulder armor, arm armor… The red armor hanging on the rack was disassembled piece by piece and then fixed onto Winters.
Erhulan held up the final helmet, trembling as she fitted and fastened it on Winters.
“White Lion has a purpose, Little Lion has a purpose, Red River Tribe has a purpose, the enemies of Red River Tribe also have a purpose,” Winters stared at Erhulan like the first time he awoke in the felt tent, “I have no purpose… I do all this only for you.”
After finishing his farewell words, Winters put down the faceplate and strode out of Little Lion’s tent.
The royal guards and arrow masters guarding White Lion’s golden tent witnessed White Lion going into battle once again, their emotions of fear and shock were overwhelming.
Shigutu, holding a cow horn cup, chased out of the tent. The old healer bowed deeply, raised the cup, and spoke unexpectedly in the language of the Empire: “Batu, please drink this brew!”
Winters burst into ecstatic laughter as if suddenly enlightened, and without saying much, he briskly lifted his faceplate, took the horn cup, and drained it in one gulp.
Seizing the moment, the royal guards and arrow masters guarding the golden tent realized that beneath the red armor was not a lion, but a wolf.
Winters tossed the horn cup away: “Warhorse!”
As Shigutu translated for Winters, several arrow masters immediately ran towards the stable.
More and more soldiers of the Red River Tribe gathered around Winters, walking towards him as if on pilgrimage while respectfully maintaining their distance.
The soldiers suddenly made way, and Stag, leading a splendidly majestic white horse, moved through the crowd and bowed to hand the reins to Winters.
