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In a river valley, tens of thousands of troops are stationed.

Taking the tribe as the unit, there is a group in the east and a group in the west, and there are strict boundaries between each other.

At night, the sky is full of stars.

The astrologer sits by the campfire and holds a number of wooden boards, each with a pattern. After working so carefully for a while, he suddenly stood up, opened his arms and shouted.

A temporary altar with a cow placed on it, which is a sacrifice to the gods.

The astrologer chattered, and the king was overjoyed immediately, and asked the speaker to announce the result of the divination.

The speaker is also an official position, responsible for conveying and carrying out the king's orders. He climbed to the hillside and announced loudly towards the valley: "The wise astrologer has communicated with the supreme sun god. The Thunder God tribe in the north believes in an evil god. That evil god will bring drought and hurricanes. Kill them all. Now, follow His Majesty the King and pray to the gods for victory!"

In the west of Madagascar, the indigenous people believe in animism.

The creation god is called "Zalahari", and there is a sun god under it. The Creator God has disappeared and no longer cares about world affairs, so the Sun God is the most authoritative. They like to smear sunflower-like signs on their faces with paint, so that they can get the blessing of the sun god.

In addition, a mountain, a river, a tree... all have spirituality and can be worshipped.

The king is the messenger of the sun god in the world, responsible for ruling the people all over the world, and all people must be loyal to the king.

But there was no high priest here, but a kind of royal astrologer, whose astrology probably came from Arabia.

After a series of ceremonies, the king sanctified the expedition, which was the conquest of the sun god against the evil thunder god. The warriors who died in this battle can enter the Kingdom of God after death and receive the blessing of the gods forever.

For a while, morale was overwhelming.

Even in those small tribes, the native soldiers were eager to try, but only the tribal leaders expressed doubts. Because in normal times, the leaders of small tribes would also use gods to fool the tribe.

In the winding and narrow valley, more than 10,000 people moved slowly, dragging them into a long snake that stretched for two or three miles.

Damo is a "prince" of a small tribe. His father is old and frail. This time, he led the tribe to set off. In fact, he was very reluctant to come, because last year's typhoon severely reduced grain production. There was not enough to eat, and I had to bring my own dry food to fight the war. There will definitely be a famine when I go back this year.

Walking in front of Damo is the Longniao tribe. He knows the leader of the Longniao tribe. The Longniao tribe is not doing well this year.

The chrysalis is much bigger than the ostrich. A chrysalis egg is as big as seven ostrich eggs. This kind of bird cannot fly and is almost extinct. If you are lucky, you will see one or two.

This river valley is too far away, and Damo has never been here before, so he looked curiously at the scenery along the way.

"Boom boom boom!"

Three cannon shots came from the other side of the river.

The terrain on the opposite bank is steeper and not suitable for large-scale marches, but the erection of forts can cover this side with firepower.

There are still nearly ten miles away from the village of the Han people, and the battle has started ahead of schedule.

"Thor is angry!"

Hearing the rumbling cannon, the natives began to panic, stopped and looked at the other side at a loss.

Although the king is the messenger of the sun god in the world, Thor is not something that ordinary people can deal with. The shell fell into the crowd of two small tribes, and the nearby natives knelt down in fright and prayed, silently begging Thor to forgive him.

King Zahal pulled out his bronze sword and shouted against the sun: "The sun god has given me supernatural power, and I will bless you with supernatural power. All the warriors who died in battle today can enter the kingdom of God and serve the gods forever and ever. Rush to the other side of the river and kill the followers of the evil god!"

Numerous envoys and speakers were sent from the king to the various tribes to carry messages.

The astrologer also took out the wooden sign, pretended to be a ghost, and shouted: "The gods told me that we will win this battle!"

"Bless the Sun God!"

The nobles around the king shouted, and the rest of the civilian soldiers followed suit. The shouts spread to both sides, and finally more than 10,000 people shouted collectively, which not only prevented the collapse, but also boosted morale.

"Boom boom boom!"

Three more shells came, and the sun god was obviously not blessed, and some unlucky ones were smashed to pieces.

"Kill across the river!"

Thousands of soldiers rushed to jump into the river, just swimming with bare hands.

Although they have shipbuilding technology, they can build some small boats. But the rivers here all run from east to west, but this time the troops were dispatched from south to north, so there were no ships at all.

On the other side of the river, there are only three cannons, and the ambush is all on the hillside here.

Among the woods on the hillside, Deng Youzhang held up the binoculars, observed for a long time and said: "The enemy commander is over there, and there are about three or four thousand troops around. The whole army is leaning over to prepare to attack. Don't worry about other things, just go straight to the enemy commander!"

When Deng Youzhang led his troops to move in the woods, the artillerymen on the other side clearly knew the exact location of the king.

All three cannons adjusted their direction and fired shells at the king.

The native soldiers who took the lead were still swimming in the river, and the third round of shelling had already begun.

One shot missed completely, another hit the little tribe, and another hit the King.

King Zahal was stunned. He saw his nephew's head smashed by a black object. This is not over yet, after his nephew's head exploded, the black thing continued to fly forward, breaking the arm of a clansman, and the thigh of a commoner...

Is it really Thor coming?

Zahal was trembling with fright, and subconsciously looked at the astrologer.

The astrologer was already dazed, he looked at the opposite bank foolishly, and then ran to look at the flying iron ball.

"Boom boom boom!"

It was another round of shooting. The astrologer who was studying the iron ball was cut in half by the shell.

King Zahal was so frightened that he fell to the ground. A shell flew over his head just now. Although he was not injured, the sound of howling piercing the air made his vest sweat profusely.

The army of more than 10,000 natives was in panic and bewildered at this moment.

The troops ordered to cross the river were already swimming ashore. The tribe who stayed here didn't know what to do, and walked back and forth restlessly.

"Boom boom boom!"

This round of shelling was still aimed at the king's position.

Finally, some natives realized that something was wrong, and Thor's anger pointed at the king to release it. The king must have angered Thor, and he had to stay away from the king so that he would not be hurt by Chi Yu.

The native nobles took the lead and ran to both sides, wanting to get as far away from the king as possible, and some soldiers followed suit.

In a blink of an eye, only a few tens of meters away from the king, there were only more than 300 people left.

The aborigines who swam across the river have already begun to climb the mountain. The artillerymen did not dare to confront the enemy head-on, so they retreated after dropping the artillery, and hid in the dense forest on the top of the mountain to observe the situation.

Finally, some natives found the artillery, and they were all afraid to go forward.

After being stunned for a while, a warrior walked over and dared to touch the barrel.

"ah!"

The native warrior screamed miserably, clutching his hands and wailing endlessly.

The rest of the aborigines were frightened and retreated a long distance away. After waiting for a while, nothing unusual was found, so he approached cautiously.

The native soldier touching the gun barrel had several blisters on his palm.

The natives looked at each other, thinking that this was the curse of Thor, and whoever dared to touch the weapon of Thor would lose his hands.

One by one, the natives knelt down before the three cannons and sincerely begged Thor's forgiveness.

Then, they backed away slowly, until they reached the river. Neither dared to move the artillery, nor dared to swim back, thousands of native soldiers just sat there quietly.

Several tribal leaders even got together to chat:

"The god of thunder here is the real god. The king has angered the gods. We can no longer help the king fight."

"Thor is a subordinate of the Sun God. Thor will not oppose the Sun God. The king must have been bewitched by the evil god. He believes in a false Sun God, so the Sun God sent him to punish him."

"Yes, the king must be believing in false gods. Since he became king, we have paid more and more food every year, and our people are starved to death every year. The sun god is merciful and will not let such people Be king."

"..."

King Zahal was roaring at the moment. He ordered his soldiers to come back, and they must defend themselves well, and they were not allowed to flee far away.

At this moment, Deng Youzhang's troops had come over, and carefully went downhill to kill the king.

The king also saw them, and hastily summoned the army.

More than a thousand native soldiers hurriedly assembled and raised their weapons towards the hillside.

Deng Youzhang has more than 300 soldiers under his command. In addition to the Han people, there are also indigenous people with bronze or wooden spears.

The natives were trembling, but no one retreated, because they firmly believed that they were blessed by Thor.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

The king's herald blew his whistle and ordered the tribal soldiers on both sides to rush over and annihilate the enemy. Ten thousand people can't just stand still.

The various tribes on both sides showed obvious hesitation, and dilly-dally gathered towards the king.

On the frontal battlefield, Deng Youzhang's soldiers had completely descended from the hillside. The front row is full of musketeers, with swords and shields guarding them, and the shields are simple wooden shields. The spearmen followed, and the native soldiers even further behind.

The two sides approached a little bit, and the enemy was already throwing stones.

It was a primitive stone catapult made of wooden sticks and ropes. If it hits the body, it will be bruised directly. If it hits the head, it is likely to pass out on the spot.

"Puff puff……"

Stones fell on the wooden shield one after another, and occasionally got hit by legs and feet. There was even a Han soldier who had his tibia cracked by a stone.

The two sides continued to approach, and the native spearmen were ready to throw their spears.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

A burst of gunfire rang out, and then gunpowder smoke rose, and the native soldiers facing each other fell down.

"Thor's weapon! Run!"

The native soldiers who were not shot turned around and fled in fright, thinking that the firecrackers could shoot continuously. The native nobles ran the fastest, completely ignoring the king, and ran in the direction they came, causing thousands of tribal soldiers to disperse together.

The tribal soldiers on the other side did not dare to go back the same way, so they jumped into the river to escape.

There are also some tribes, under the leadership of the leader, collectively kneel down and ask for surrender.

Damo didn't run away, nor did he kneel, but said to his tribe: "The king has failed, and Thor is the true god. Come with me to help Thor fight! Kill the king!"

If you kill the king, you don't have to hand in this year's tribute...

The king wanted to gather the rout, but no one was obedient, so he could only flee with the prince.

"Charge!"

"On the bayonet!"

The Han soldiers pointed at the king and chased after them, and the native soldiers they brought with them also started chasing and killing them with red eyes.