"Concentrate all the warriors and militia, and take down the Great Yoeme Tribe of more than ten thousand people in one stroke?"
Wooden bells hung in the chief's longhouse, and deer antlers decorated it. Beneath the wooden bells and deer heads up above, the five leaders sat cross-legged facing one another, armored and commanding troops. At Priest Zuwaro's question, everyone present had a flicker in their eyes, their expressions changing.
The warrior leader Chakapu Shijian showed a look of battle lust. He patted the Copper Axe at his waist and was the first to state his stance.
"Right now, the fleet has four hundred Kingdom Warriors, eight hundred spear-bearing militia, a full two hundred sets of cloth-faced Bronze Armor, two hundred great bows, and twelve crouching tiger cannons! With military force like this, breaking through the Great Yoeme Tribe, which has only wooden palisades, would be as easy as turning over a hand!"
"All we need is one battle! One large-scale decisive battle! Then we can utterly crush the Yaqui tribes and occupy the entire open-air coal belt!"
"Good! The Main God protects us! If we break through the Great Yoeme Tribe, the Goldstone, Silver Ore, and cloth in the tribe will all belong to the Kingdom Warriors! We Missionary Priests only want obedient tribesfolk and the territory rich in coal mines!"
Hearing this, Missionary Priest Ge Niao straightened his back, making no attempt to hide the heat in his eyes.
The Lake Kingdom was expanding at a flying pace, and all resources served the military and religion. When the legion warriors fought and won, they not only gained rich spoils of war, but were also granted fields, titles, and slaves. As for the kingdom priests, as long as they opened up dioceses and indoctrinated the local tribes, they would