The defensive formation had already been prepared. A line of twenty warriors, armed with spears and shields, stood ready to block the attack of the Nanticoke warriors.
Behind them, fifty warriors with crossbows awaited the orders of the white general. And the remaining thirty Lenape warriors, each with a bow, stood in the trees, ready to fire support fire to the left and right, their eyes sharply looking ahead.
'If a battle breaks out, take the initiative in a favorable formation and annihilate the enemy.'
The Lenape chieftain, the Slender Weasel, quickly looked around, recalling the strategies and tactics that the great chief, the son of God and warrior, had spoken of.
Unlike most flat, forested terrain, the Lenape warriors' home is on steep hills. The 'Slender Weasel' employed a strategy that was purely based on the terrain.
At that moment, just as the scouts had reported, the Nanticoke warriors began to surge toward the hill.
Adadadadadadadada! Adadadadadadadada!
The Nanticoke warriors rushed forward, screaming as if they were trying to seize the initiative, but the Lenape white chieftain maintained his composure without batting an eye.
"Wait until I give my order!"
"······"
'Wide Earth', who was with the elders in a safe place in the rear, quietly licked his lips as he looked at 'Swift Weasel', who was calmly commanding the warriors.
"I won't support it."
At that moment, the 'Swift Weasel' shouted in a powerful voice to the warriors on the tree.
"Now is the time! Attack!"
"attack!"
The thirty warriors on the tree began to fire arrows at the same time with their long-range bows.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
A fierce stream of arrows quickly fell upon the Nanticoke warriors running up the hill.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Fall forward.
Screaming.
Go back.
Eww! Eww! Eww!
Even as dozens of men died in an instant, the Nanticoke warriors continued to run up the hill.
"There are only a hundred people!"
"Once we get up the hill, we'll win!"
The 'Raging River' continued to urge the Nanticoke warriors to charge. But that was a huge mistake.
* * *
"Hey, heat! Fire!"
These warriors, who had been waiting with their arrows loaded, began to fire their crossbows all at once.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
"Three rows! Fire!"
"Four heats! Fire!"
At the command of the 'Swift Weasel', the warriors with crossbows fired arrows at the Nanticoke warriors one by one.
Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!
Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww!
Although the distance between the two tribes was close, the Nanticoke warriors were being killed almost unilaterally. Through the occasional shower of arrows, a few Nanticoke warriors made their way up the hill to where the Lenape warriors were.
However, he was blocked by a line of warriors armed with spears and shields and met a miserable death.
Swish! Swish! Pfft!
Nanticoke warriors, their chests and throats pierced by iron spears, rolled down the hillside screaming. There was certainly a difference in the quality of weapons and training.
In addition, the numerically disadvantaged Lenape warriors, with their favorable terrain, relentlessly attacked the Nanticoke warriors.
"Keep shooting!"
"Prevent the enemy from climbing the hill!"
'The Agile Weasel' encouraged the soldiers and boosted their morale, just as he had learned in training camp.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
Eww! Eww! Eww!
And before long, the Nanticoke tribe's warriors, which numbered close to three hundred, were reduced by half. At that moment, the 'Rough Flowing River' called out to the Nanticoke warriors.
"Step back!"
"Find a place to hide and wait!"
* * *
There was a brief lull in the fighting. Nanticoke warriors loitered around the hill, waiting for the right moment to attack.
The 'Swift Weasel' was receiving the report with an ominous expression.
"···There aren't many arrows left that I brought with me."
"···You can also see the Nanticoke warriors on the left."
"···Nanticoke warriors also appeared in the rear."
The 'Swift Weasel' was not flustered and immediately gave instructions.
"I didn't think it would end easily. From now on, we will fight the enemy in battle formation."
"Understood, Mr. White!"
The dozens of leaders surrounding the 'Swift Weasel' answered vigorously. Moments later, the Lenape warriors formed a battle formation in preparation for an all-out war.
"Save your arrows as much as possible!"
"Provide support fire starting from the most urgent areas!"
The commander shouted to the twenty warriors holding bows who were positioned in the center.
"We must prevent the enemy from breaking their formation!"
"Think again and again about what you have trained so far!"
Orders were also given to the warriors at the outermost position, carrying spears and shields, to fend off the attacks of the Nanticoke warriors.
"This column should be ready to support the first column at any time!"
"All right."
The warriors, holding their spears and axes tightly, answered powerfully. At that moment, the voices of the ten leaders were heard from all directions in an urgent manner.
"General! Enemies have appeared in the rear."
"It also appeared on the right side."
"They are also flocking to the left."
* * *
Adadadadadadadada! Adadadadadadadada!
A loud roar echoed through the battlefield as the Lenape and Nanticoke tribes clashed violently.
Puppupup! Puppup! Chaeng!
Nanticoke warriors attacked the Lenape warriors mercilessly with spears and clubs in an attempt to break their battle formation.
However, the formation of the Lenape warriors was ironclad. Instead, he cornered the Nanticog tribe warriors and killed them without hesitation.
Chaeng! Sseueuuk! Swish!
With every passing strike of iron axes, spears, and swords, Nanticoke warriors would fall, screaming.
My head is splitting.
Limbs are cut off.
My heart is pierced.
Flowing out of the stomach and intestines.
The battlefield began to be littered with the corpses of Nanticoke warriors.
"Ah! My leg!"
"My window was cut off."
"There is no scratch on the shield or the house."
The Nanticoke warriors began to retreat one by one, filled with fear and dread. The 'Roughly Flowing River', who was commanding the warriors from the rear, also swallowed hard with a fearful expression.
'If this continues, we'll all die.'
The morale of the Nanticoke tribe warriors was already at rock bottom. The 'Raging River' gave the order for the Nanticoke warriors to retreat quickly.
"Retreat!"
"Get out of the battlefield!"
As if they had been waiting for the order, a little over fifty Nanticoke warriors began to run away without looking back.
"The enemy is fleeing!"
"Kill at least one more person!"
"Show the enemy that we are the warriors of the great sun of the sky!"
At the command of the 'Swift Weasel', the warriors charged forward and struck behind the fleeing Nanticoke warriors.
Boom! Swish! Pook! Pook pook! Wheeze!
Eww! Eww!
* * *
As soon as the battle was over, 'Wide Earth' immediately received a report from 'Swift Weasel' who was escorting him.
"···There are five dead and twelve injured. Fortunately, most of the injured are minor, so there should be no major problems moving around."
'The Vast Earth' gave instructions to 'The Nimble Weasel' with a complicated expression, as if he thought the dead warriors died because of him.
"We cannot leave the warriors who died on the battlefield alone. We want them to be safely escorted back to their homeland. We want to treat the wounded warriors with herbs so that their wounds do not worsen. And we want you to make sure that the weapons of the gods do not fall into their hands."
"All right."
After a while, when the battlefield was cleared and the Nanticoke tribe warriors were no longer in sight, 'Wide Earth' immediately gave the order to 'Swift Weasel' and the warriors to move.
"Move quickly to the southernmost village of the tribe!"
"All right."
* * *
A large village of the Irie tribe, southwest of Lake Irie. In the long house where the chief resided, meetings continued day after day as the Iroquois confederation invaded.
"···Six villages were conquered by the Iroquois Confederates. Fortunately, the tribesmen were evacuated in advance, preventing major damage."
"···Our tribal warriors continue to disrupt the movements of the Iroquois Confederate warriors and launch surprise attacks. However, now they have also anticipated our attacks and are preparing for defense, so the warriors are taking considerable damage."
"···The number of Iroquois warriors continues to grow. It seems that it will be difficult for our tribe's warriors alone to stop them."
'Red Fruit', the third female chieftain in the history of the Iri tribe at a young age. She looked deep in thought with a serious expression on her face, then slowly opened her mouth.
"First, let us try to negotiate with the Iroquois Confederacy. And if that fails, I think it would be a good idea to ask for support from our cousins, the Wyandot (Huron) tribe."
"All right."
"That seems like the best way."
"Perhaps the Wyandotte (Huron) tribe would not so coldly refuse our request for help."
Her decision was followed without question by the chiefs and elders present at the meeting. At that time, 'Red Fruit' asked the chiefs with a curious expression.
"Did you happen to know which tribe brought news of the invasion by the Iroquois Confederacy?"
"I'm sorry, I haven't figured it out yet."
"I am cautiously guessing that it may be the Lenape or the Mohawk tribe that fought against the Iroquois Confederacy."
"okay."
The 'Red Fruit', the most beautiful woman of the Iri tribe, spoke calmly with sparkling eyes.
"Anyway, those two tribes probably won't be too happy about the expansion of the Iroquois Confederation. Furthermore, the Mohawk tribe isn't on good terms with the Iroquois Confederation… I think it wouldn't be a bad idea to contact the two tribes and put pressure on the Iroquois Confederation."
"Understood, Chief! Then, I will send someone to meet the chiefs of the two tribes right away."
"Yes, please do so."
* * *
'Very large' town, town hall 'The Moon Rises' was busy teaching each village how to grow wild rice and sweet potatoes.
At that moment, a minister of agriculture and forestry came into the village hall.
"Minister of Agriculture and Forestry! The gorgeous turkey has an urgent report to make."
"I guess there is good news."
"I think so."
'The Moon Rises' stood up from his seat with an expectant expression. A while later, when 'Moon Rising' appeared in the turkey coop, 'Gorgeous Turkey' greeted him happily.
"Are you here, sir?"
"Yeah. You said you had something urgent to report?"
"Yes. First, please go into the pen."
As 'The Gorgeous Turkey' confidently took the lead, 'The Moon Rises' entered the enclosure with a slightly nervous expression.
"Boss, try feeding the turkeys."
"I?"
"Yes. You don't have to be afraid. The kids here are gentle."
"Yeah, yeah."
'The Moon Rises' scattered the food in his hand onto the floor. Then the turkeys stopped attacking her and started eating the food quietly.
"Sir! Please touch it."
"Won't you ask?"
"Don't ask. I guarantee it."
'The Moon Rises' mustered up his courage and approached the turkey closest to him. The turkey, which had been pecking at the ground for food, remained quietly obedient to her touch.
Rather, it seemed to like the human touch. "The gorgeous turkey" said with a proud expression.
"Chief! Please report to the Great Chief that each village can raise turkeys."
* * *
training school. The 'fast deer' hurriedly came to find the 'brave wolf' who was in his office.
"Brave Wolf! It seems like the diplomatic mission that went to negotiate with the Nanticoke tribe has been attacked."
The 'brave wolf', who was quickly reading the paper handed to him by the 'fast-footed deer', spoke with a stern expression.
"The Nanticoke tribe made the worst choice."
"That's true. What are you going to do? Are you going to attack the Nanticoke tribe as the chief has instructed?"
'Brave Wolf' nodded as if it were obvious, remembering what the chief had said before he left to visit the Shawnee tribe.
"We have to do it. We have the justification."