I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 286 - 127: Invading the Xiaoyang Race Territory!
Middle reaches of the Guimu River, east bank.
The Three-Fire Warriors moved like a winding dragon, with Cyan Simurgh and other flying birds hovering above, and scouts surrounding them in all directions.
Huo Chang drove the chariot in the front, accompanied by many Celestial Vein Martial Artists riding Antelope Qilin Beasts.
On the chariot, there was also Luo Feng.
Bringing Luo Feng along was naturally for the Celestial Vein guards brought by the Luo River Bo Division’s Young Masters.
Although other Young Masters were eliminated by Luo Feng, over four hundred Celestial Vein remained, including five at the Celestial Vein Ninth Layer.
With such a powerful group of Martial Artists, how could Huo Chang leave them in the Three Fire Tribe?
As for the war intent of this group, there was a solution.
That’s right, Luo Feng had come.
They had no war intent, but Luo Feng couldn’t die.
When the time came, if Luo Feng was in danger, these people would have no choice but to save him.
The route taken by the whole clan soldiers was carefully considered, staying over ten li from the banks of the Guimu River.
Even if it’s more than ten li, it’s not far at all, as Martial Artists can run at full speed in less than half a quarter of an hour.
But if you think it’s not far, should people come from the Guimu River, the marching formation could prepare for defense just in time.
When marching out, the most important thing is choosing the right campsite.
The scouts would select suitable spots ahead on the road, and as for water sources, it’s easy; being close to the Guimu River, you can dig directly down for water.
Night fell.
The army camped at the foot of an unknown small mountain.
The high ground of the small mountain was leveled and set up with giant crossbows overlooking the four directions of the camp.
The giant woods used for camping were wrapped in an iron layer, transported directly in large carts during the march.
Once at the location, the carts would surround the area, forming a campsite wall. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
By inserting two iron plates into the carts, a wall two zhang high could be formed, leaving observation ports with accompanying giant crossbows, further reinforced by large iron wood.
The sun gradually set.
In the central chariot, Huo Chang opened his mouth and gave orders, "Make ready, don’t let me down, act convincingly."
Inside the camp, groups of a hundred were led by members of the Blazing Flame Race.
The reason for delaying a month before going to war was not only to prepare defensive measures but also to integrate Blazing Flame Race Soldiers who had previously participated in ’guerrilla warfare’ into the entire Northern Expedition army.
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Night fell.
Figures crossed the Guimu River from the west bank, Xiaoyang with giant arrows and crossbows crawled toward the camp.
Suddenly, shouts of battle arose from the east of the camp, the earth shook, and a forest of torches roared toward the camp.
Each Xiaoyang had a mount, with many torches tied or held, and the mere two thousand cavalry made it seem like tens of thousands of torches were flickering.
Shortly after the shouting in the east, shouting came from the south, and sounds of giant arrows piercing the sky rang out.
Though the Xiaoyang Race’s giant crossbows were inconvenient to carry, the giant arrows could certainly be thrown.
On the wasteland, Xiaoyang charged the camp in unison like locusts, starting to throw giant crossbows from hundreds of zhang away.
After throwing, regardless of hitting or missing, they turned and ran.
On the small hill, the Three Fire Division positioned giant crossbows, shooting giant arrows soaked in beast oil in all directions.
When the flames illuminated the surrounding wasteland, Xiaoyang could be seen scurrying in frenzy.
Woo woo woo!
Soon, horn sounds echoed, and the shaking of the earth intensified.
In the distance over ten li away, a group of Crocodile Dragons stomped the ground vigorously, the roar thundering like a thunder sound.
The rumbling lasted about a quarter of an hour, then all sounds ceased, and the torch cavalry from the east of the camp vanished into the night.
An hour later, the torch cavalry appeared south of the camp.
The sound of giant arrows piercing the air repeatedly rang out, constantly bombarding into the camp or crashing into the carts.
Rumble!
Finally, beast roars erupted from within the camp, a group of Antelope Qilin Beasts charged forth, heading towards the torch cavalry, killing some slow Xiaoyang Race stragglers along the way.
After roaming outside for a while, they returned reluctantly to the camp.
"Good, fall back."
Under the night, watching the Human Race cavalry return without success, Muo Long shouted from his hiding place.
Beside him, followed more than a dozen Xiaoyang Myriarchs.
"No need to kill too many Human Race now, it’s just the beginning. Once they are exhausted, that’s when my Xiaoyang army will surround them."
Looking at Muo Long who appeared confident, the dozen Xiaoyang Myriarchs exchanged looks but said nothing.
They had known each other for decades, how could they not know Muo Long’s nature?
How did he suddenly become enlightened, did their ancestors give a blessing?
Damn it, were the ancestors blind? Among so many in the Xiaoyang Race, how did they choose Muo Long? They were no worse than Muo Long.
"The Human Race sent cavalry to hunt us down, now just engage in small scale harassment, make them unable to sleep or eat well, and disrupt their march."
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In the distance, on a small hill.
Muo Feilong looked toward the Human Race camp.
Under the night, the large camp with blazing bonfires was clearly discernible.
Vaguely visible was the chaos inside the Human Race camp.
"Muo Long, that kid, really has started to be a bit perceptive."
"Using such a fatigue tactic suits me well. Qiu Yan, that waste, was badly defeated by the Human Race, and his subordinates were fools. What could they use to compare to me?"
"Pass the order down, let every Myriarch learn from Muo Long how to wage war. The Xiaoyang also have their day of using military strategies."
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"Your turn, your turn!"
Inside the Human Race camp, within the thick tent, a figure planted a torch in the ground, then dragged a figure out from inside the tent.
