Chapter 1444: Turning Defense into Offense

Everyone had drunk just about enough, and Bosa also stood up, calling for everyone to act quickly; now that they were full, once they took down the Cannibal Tribe, they would be able to eat their fill.

Having drunk their fill and regained some strength, the Soldiers' fighting spirit had also recovered somewhat, so they followed Bosa without complaint, preparing to take down this cannibal tribe.

It was just that Bosa felt as if it were because he hadn't eaten enough, as his stomach now felt vaguely uncomfortable, with a bit of a nauseous feeling, but he didn't pay it much mind, thinking he would just eat a bit more when the time came; the Tribal Chief was not here, and he didn't know how many cattle were there, so he could completely kill a cow and finish it with everyone first, then take the remaining cattle back.

He already had a plan in his heart regarding the wealth of Chang'an, and his pace could not help but quicken by a few degrees.

At this time, the Soldiers covering the rear had also returned to the camp, drank some clean water, and learned the detailed situation.

The Regimental Commander arranged for everyone to take turns eating and for those who needed to stand guard to do so; a Platoon Leader came out and volunteered: "Regimental Commander, I request to lead a team of men to set an ambush in the surrounding trees, carrying Crossbows and also Bombs. There are still many large trees around here, and they are tall enough. I see that those savages do not have sufficient means to attack such high positions. With Crossbows and Bombs in hand, we are enough to protect ourselves, can also intercept them, and can discover the situation in advance."

After the Regimental Commander pondered for a moment, he decided to agree to this risky idea, as the Regiment was the most important thing right now: "Good, bring more Arrows. The Crossbows are not easy to utilize in the situation here. It is best to use rope to secure yourselves in the trees, is that clear?"

The Platoon Leader gave a military salute: "Understood! Then how about I take four Squads of men over?"

"You may, spread out a bit."

The Platoon Leader immediately selected four Squads of men; they had all already eaten dinner and knew they were going to execute such a mission, so they did not hesitate in the slightest, leaving behind their Heavy Armor for those comrades who needed it.

Because the journey was long, the weight of the Iron Armor was too heavy; although it had extremely strong defensive power, it was also a burden. They also had no Logistics Team and not that many cattle, so not everyone was wearing Heavy Armor, and some were in Light Armor. Now, this way, more people could wear Heavy Armor, as they wouldn't need it up in the trees.

Furthermore, the trees around here were all tall and sturdy enough that it was impossible for the enemy's Weapons to chop them down, and if they wanted to climb up, they would have to ask their Crossbows if they agreed.

The only thing to fear was fire, but those savages certainly did not have things like Fire Tinder that could ignite quickly. After a Bomb exploded, it was not that easy to catch fire, because what was blown open was not just Grass, but also soil, so the probability of a fire starting was not high, and they were still relatively safe.

These Soldiers quickly left the camp, then selected suitable large trees and climbed up. The distance between them was still relatively far, and the furthest one was already very far from the camp, enough to serve the purpose of early warning.

To avoid slipping and falling, or dozing off, they all wrapped rope around themselves in the trees; they could move their bodies, but it could also prevent them from falling down. If they didn't see any enemies at night, they could even use this method to spend the night in the trees.

Night descended completely, and the field of vision was almost blurred to the point of invisibility. The night wind also blew with a 'whoosh', shaking the trees incessantly, and the entire forest was also a whole strange cacophony of sounds.

Everyone dared not relax their vigilance, because the sound of birds flying incessantly hinted that there was relatively large movement in the distance; otherwise, it would be difficult to disturb the birds resting at night.

Perhaps to cover their tracks, the people of the Wulengge Tribe did not light any Torches, just groping their way forward along the path clearly trodden by people. As long as they walked along this path and saw firelight, then it must certainly be the camp of the Cannibal Tribe.

Chang'an could not possibly stop lighting fires because of this; if they didn't light fires, it would be even more dangerous, because they would see nothing and be at an even greater disadvantage. Defense required the posture of defense, rather than thinking about ambushing the enemy.

The foremost Soldier had already discovered the enemy coming, and they had even passed right under his feet, but he did not make a sound, because if he made a sound now, he might startle the enemy. At such a close distance, no matter how he imitated a bird call, it would attract attention, so he had to wait for the Soldiers behind to start the attack. He would cut off their retreat here, and if the Soldiers at the very back issued a warning, the camp would still have time to make preparations.

He just watched from the tree, motionless, then roughly counted the number of enemies. Their number, roughly estimated, had to be six or seven hundred people, twice as many as his own.

Bosa now felt the top of his head was gloomy and cold, like the feeling of being stared at by a leopard, and his stomach gradually began to have a cramping sensation, along with a feeling of wanting to vomit. He didn't know what was wrong with him.

As for the Soldiers behind him, because of the scramble, they hadn't drunk much, had drunk late, and it was mixed with a large amount of mud, so their reactions were not yet intense. They didn't communicate with each other, thinking everyone else was fine and only they themselves were suffering.

Only those who snatched the fresh water last had no feeling at all; the later people drank, the less poison they ingested, and the later it would take effect.

The enemy had already passed under the Platoon Leader's feet. The Platoon Leader was sitting on a tree fork, hooking a branch with one leg to make himself more stable. The Bow and Crossbow in his hand was also searching for the person who looked most like a Leader, but unfortunately, the visibility was too poor to distinguish.

When they reached the last Soldier, Bosa and the others also saw the firelight of the Chang'an camp in the distance, and their team also gradually began to stir.

Seeing the timing was ripe, the Platoon Leader was the first to blow a whistle, and the other Soldiers responded in kind, blowing theirs one after another. All the Chang'an Soldiers who were resting with their eyes closed instantly sprang up, holding their Weapons, ready for a great battle.

The people of the Wulengge Tribe immediately looked for the source of the sound. They naturally knew such an unusual sound was wrong and understood they might have fallen into an ambush, but before they could react, Arrows shot down from above their heads.

It was still not easy to discover the Soldiers in the trees. Once they discovered the enemy had the idea of surrounding them, the Soldiers would immediately blow to ignite their Fire Tinder, then light the Bombs packed in the bags on their chests, throw them down into the crowd, and quickly hide behind the tree trunks to avoid being hurt by the shrapnel.