Warlord: King of All Clans

In small-scale battles like this, there are never any back-and-forth fighting scenes like in the movies.

It's a matter of life and death, both sides are giving it their all, and one encounter will decide life or death.

If the boarmen attacked the wild people's stronghold, the same thing would probably happen.

Leo could hear the seriousness in Bjorn's words and immediately said, "If you think the boarmen are a problem, you can consider my suggestion. The River Reach Territory can also contribute."

Bjorn refused without hesitation: "Elder Zurwan has his own considerations."

Leo didn't know what to say. If he continued to persuade them, he might be suspected of provoking internal conflicts among the people.

While they were talking, the other wild hunters were busy cleaning up the battlefield.

The boarmen's heavy weapons weigh more than twenty pounds, and ordinary humans are not used to using them, but they cannot be left alone, so they are thrown into the stream.

As for the remaining crossbows and leather armor, they were piled together and ready to be packed away.

Bjorn pointed at the one-horned boar at Leo's feet and said, "You killed this boar. Its body belongs to you. You can take it away."

Leo looked at the pile of crossbows and asked, "Can I trade it for these weapons?"

Bjorn looked back at the crossbow and said, "The Basaka people don't need this garbage. I can give it all to you."

Wildfolk hunters wield yew longbows, which are difficult for them to make and maintain.

Bjorn took it back simply to recover the metal and tendons on it.

"I'm so embarrassed!" Leo rubbed his hands, smiling, and the advantage of his thick skin was immediately revealed.

The craftsmanship of these crossbows is not complicated and the quality is very rough. Leo estimates that its effective range is less than 50 meters. Compared with standard equipment, its attributes in all aspects are far inferior.

What kind of high technology can you expect a primitive tribe of aliens with low intelligence to share?

But it also has its own advantages, that is, it has a high poundage and is much more powerful than ordinary bows and arrows.

A shot at close range is enough to blow the enemy's head off.

If it can be mass-produced and equipped to the militia, it will still be a powerful weapon in the wilderness.

Before leaving, Bjorn dragged a one-horned boar and turned back to say, "Although Elder Zulwan is reluctant to start a war, the Barsaka people and the wild boar people are mortal enemies. If you go to war with the wild boar people, the Barsaka people are willing to shoot their arrows."

Leo smiled and waved goodbye, "I know."

Elder Zulwan, who believes in the druidic way of balance, has absolute dominance over the wildling tribe, but that doesn't mean all the wildlings are as far-sighted as he is.

The wild folk hunters fight on the front line all year round, and their companions die at the hands of wild boar people every year. It is impossible to say that there is no hatred.

However, the number of the wild people is limited and they cannot withstand too many casualties, so Zulwan’s decision is undoubtedly the most reasonable.

But if there were a militia from the River Bend leading the way, the wild hunters would be able to rain arrows at will. Just imagining that scene would make Bjorn's heart beat fast.

Of course, the barbarians' hostility towards the imperial people is no less than that towards foreign races, and to them, the River Bend Territory is equally threatening.

If you want to fight together, you need some time of observation and communication to build up enough trust.

Looking at the unicorn boar weighing six or seven hundred pounds, Leo was a little troubled.

But it was impossible to throw it away. The people in the River Bend Camp were so poor that they had to eat dirt. How could Leo bear to throw away such a big piece of meat?

He performed an on-the-spot autopsy, cleaned out the unicorn's internal organs, drained the blood, reduced the weight slightly, and cut some branches to make a simple wooden sled, which he was able to drag over the mountains and across the hills, and returned to the River Bend camp before nightfall.

Looking at the crossbow that Leo brought back, Ulian and Valeri discussed it for a while and shook their heads, "Difficult, difficult."

“It’s not easy.”

Leo asked angrily, "Such a simple thing? You can't even make it?"

"It's not that we can't make it, it's that we can't mass produce it. A carpenter can only make one in ten days or half a month, and it's such a rubbish. How much time is wasted?"

"And the materials are also a problem. If the materials are not good, the crossbow will fall apart after shooting a few arrows, and it will be useless."

"When the village is built and we have enough manpower, we can study it and make a batch of them. It's definitely not possible now."

Neither the bow nor the crossbow worked, and Leo's dream of firepower was shattered again.

For the next few days, Leo wandered in the pine fields on the other side of the river, and even ventured close to the gravel hills where the wild boar tribe lived to observe their numbers and activities.

Battles between the wild folk and the wild boar men also occurred from time to time. In most cases, the wild folk had the advantage with their strong bows and sharp arrows, but there were also scenes where the wild folk hunters were chased and hunted by the wild boar men.

He even saw with his own eyes a wild hunter who did not have time to escape the wild boar people's encirclement, being pierced through the body by a wooden stake and hung on a hill where the fighting between the two sides was most frequent.

This is why Leo would rather explore alone than bring members of the militia with him.

Not all Riverbend militiamen can play Tarzan like him and move so fast in the mountains.

Even wild hunters can fail sometimes, let alone the River Bend militia who are originally farmers. Once they encounter the wild boar people head-on, I am afraid that few of them will be able to escape.

As he became more familiar with the terrain, a bold plan gradually took shape in his mind.

A few days later, he met the wildling hunter Bjorn again in a river valley.

These barbarian hunters are much more familiar with their homeland than Leo, an outsider. Although they seem to be few in number, they seem to be everywhere in the wilderness.

To some extent, this is also a deterrent to outsiders.

Bjorn brought good news: "Elder Zulwan agreed to your proposal, but on the condition that the Basaka people are only responsible for archery."

"That's enough." Leo nodded happily, and then asked, "If we go to war with the wild boars, how many people can you send out?"

Bjorn looked at Leo and was silent for a long time before he said, "Fifty archers, do not participate in close combat."

There are so many wild hunters in this tribe?

Leo was secretly shocked that in this small village of more than a hundred people, there were actually so many wild hunters hiding.

"Then how can I contact you?"

Bjorn answered: "When the battle begins, the Basaka will appear."

Back at the camp, Leo told Uriyan about his plan.

Wu Liyang shook his head repeatedly: "Your plan is unreliable no matter how you look at it. Isn't it too risky?"

Leo was angry: "Am I that kind of unreliable person?"

"Why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror?" Uliyan habitually retorted. Seeing that Leo was silent, he hesitantly asked: "Even if you are reliable, are these wild people reliable? Is Freya reliable?"

“You have to try it to know whether it is reliable or not.”