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Mardu stepped forward, clasped his fists in salute, and respectfully replied, "General, your humble general and General Yang have successfully completed the task of reorganizing the troops."
Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction and said approvingly, "Very good! In that case, we must not slacken our military discipline or daily training; we must maintain strict oversight." However, the immediate priority was to quickly subdue the remaining tribes, so training would have to be set aside for now.
With a wave of his arm, Lin Feng pointed to a large sand table not far away and continued, "Everyone, come forward and take a look."
The group moved towards the sand table, gathering around it with focused expressions as they gazed at the intricately modeled battlefield scenario, waiting for Lin Feng to give further instructions.
Lin Feng looked at everyone and said, "Next, we will send people to eliminate those disobedient Small Tribes one by one, and finally deal with the Hash Tribe and Hada Tribe."
Mardu hesitated and said, "General, if they unite, it will be more troublesome."
Lu Yong felt there was some truth to this and added, "Then let's strike before they have a chance to react and wipe them out."
Lin Feng then discussed with a few others how to resolve the situation as quickly as possible. He issued orders: "Mardu, I command you and Yang Hu to each lead a unit and eliminate these Small Tribes before dawn tomorrow."
"Yes, General," both men replied as they took their leave.
"Uncle," Lu Yong said, "tonight you and I will take care of the Small Tribes near Hash Tribe. Tomorrow we will encircle Hash Tribe."
Lu Yong nodded in agreement. "Good. After so many days, we finally have a battle to fight."
As night began to fall, Lin Feng and Lu Yong led their troops close to one of the Small Tribes. They saw a few large tents on the grassy ground ahead—there were not many people, probably only two or three hundred.
As the sun set and darkness began to creep in, visibility became poor. Lin Feng instructed his men to approach slowly.
The group crouched low and carefully moved closer to the Small Tribe. At that moment, the people within the tribe were completely unaware of the impending danger; laughter and chatter echoed from within the tents.
Just as Lin Feng and his team were about to launch their attack, a wild wolf suddenly darted out, startling the horses into whinnying.
The previously calm atmosphere within the tents was instantly shattered; everyone’s nerves tightened as shouts rang out.
Lin Feng's eyes sharpened. With a wave of his hand, he shouted, "Charge!" At his command, his Brave Soldiers surged forward like a pack of fierce tigers descending from the mountains, charging toward the Small Tribe with overwhelming momentum.
Although this Small Tribe was vastly outnumbered by Lin Feng's forces, they showed no signs of retreat; instead, they fought back with all their might.
In an instant, the sounds of battle—shouts of killing and the clash of weapons—rose and fell in a chaotic symphony. The fight erupted in the blink of an eye, with fierce flames illuminating half the sky and thick smoke billowing up to the clouds.
Lu Yong led the charge, his long knife glinting with a cold light. He fought valiantly like a god of war, cutting down enemies left and right as they fell before him. Meanwhile, Lin Feng stood at the back, calmly observing the changing tides of battle, methodically directing the troops.
Despite the Small Tribes' fierce resistance, they were ultimately outnumbered and gradually fell into a passive position. They found themselves surrounded and cut off from mutual support, making their situation increasingly dire.
Before long, this intense battle concluded with Lin Feng's side emerging victorious.
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