The Northland extends to unknown distances. From the city of Otopan to the north, after marching more than two hundred miles, we entered the border of Parmesan State.
The east here is close to the towering Sierra Madre Oriental Mountains. The humid east wind from the sea is blocked by the rolling mountains, the precipitation suddenly decreases, and the vegetation gradually becomes sparse. The earth slowly loses its freshness, leaving only traces of desolation.
.Soon, the blue plateau turned into a gray wasteland, with yucca and cacti dotted on the endless sand, looking extremely majestic and desolate.
As the coalition forces moved north, shrill war trumpets sounded in the wilderness. Bronze arrows and bone arrows went back and forth, piercing into the soft bodies; war sticks and stone spears clashed, leaving behind fallen bodies. Scout teams from both sides continued to entangle
Fight, show no mercy once they meet, and paint the wasteland with color with your life.
A black American vulture circled in the sky, making a croak of death. It turned its eyes, watching the two groups of gray-blue figures fighting each other, and also waited for a delicious meal soon. Soon, the dry land was covered with bright red
There were more and more corpses that were soaked and still. Before long, one party began to turn around and flee, while the other party began to run and chase.
"Whoosh!"
Sharp bone arrows pierced the sky, and the running figure fell to the ground in an instant, without even having time to let out a miserable howl. Then, a red-haired warrior quickly ran over. He kicked the fallen body and looked at the bullet that was accurately shot into the heart.
Yujian nodded with satisfaction.
"Bah, I let you run! Can you still outrun me?"
Iwekan kicked twice more, then stretched out his arm and wiped the sweat from his face with the cotton armor on his body. More than a dozen canine scouts chased up from behind, also wearing the gray and blue of the Otomi people.
Colored cotton armor. The scouts have been fighting for several months. Now they have changed their equipment and have sharp obsidian war clubs in their hands.
"Okay! After chasing this for a long time, I finally managed to keep all the Otomi dogs behind!"
Amosi glanced at the body and grinned.
"Iweikan, your shooting skills are so amazing! You can still hit a running person from dozens of steps away!"
"Ouch! He just runs forward in a straight line. How can he miss it? The really difficult thing to shoot is that big black bird in the sky!"
As he spoke, Iwekan squinted his eyes, raised the long bow in his hand, and took a look at the sky.
Seeing this dangerous action, the American vulture immediately spread its wings and rose up to more than ten meters before stopping. It circled and flew while croaking, as if mocking the hunters on the ground. In the wilderness where food is lacking, if the big birds
Without this kind of vigilance, they would have been hunted down by the dog-born who are good at shooting.
"Whoosh!"
A bone arrow soared rapidly, piercing the sky with force and grazing the wings of the American vulture. The big black bird was so frightened that its wings trembled, decisively gave up the food in front of it, turned around and flew away.
Iwekan first sighed with regret, and then showed a satisfied smile. He couldn't put it down and fumbled with the longbow repeatedly, carefully feeling the texture of the wood, as if he was communicating with the divine weapon.
"Amosi, this big bow is really good! It's very powerful and stable and tight."
Amosi looked at the big bow with envy in his eyes. A few days ago, two scout teams joined forces to ambush a group of scattered Otomi warriors. They seized this bow from the leading noble.
A useful big bow. The two of them had a quarrel over the ownership of this magical bow. In the end, Iwekan, who was from a large tribe, got it.
"Iwekan, when are we going to grab a big bow again?"
"Let's see! Very few native dogs have big bows, and they usually stay in the army. The cactus scouts do have a lot of big bows, but they are always difficult to shoot. If you are not careful, you will lose yourself."
Hearing this, Amosi sighed and kicked the stones on the ground.
"The Otomi people are becoming more and more difficult to deal with! In today's battle, although we successfully ambush and killed twenty Otomi native dogs, we also killed seven tribal warriors!"
Hearing this, Iwekan put away his long bow. He looked at the scouts following him, and a rare expression of sadness appeared on his face.
"Ouch! Today we shot almost half of the Otomi warriors to death before the morale of the native dogs collapsed and they turned around to run for their lives. Damn it! In the past, they would have dispersed after just beating them casually. Now with the support of the tiger heads of the Cactus tribe, they can even fight with the earth.
Dogs can hang their tails and pretend to be wolves!"
"Well, it's a good thing that no one escaped alive. Otherwise, we would be in trouble if we attracted the tiger head of the Cactus tribe!"
The two red-haired scouts shuddered when they mentioned the Mexica Jaguar warriors. These senior warriors who are good at tracking can't escape at all. They are also skilled in various martial arts and can run extremely fast. They are the best among the canine scouts.
Dangerous enemy.
The two red-haired warriors looked to the south and were stunned for a while, but Ivican spoke first.
"Amosi, the army in the south is too large, and the scouts are scattered everywhere. After ambushing this group of local dogs, we can no longer stay here. Where should we go next?"
"Iweikan, the coalition forces in the south have three large groups: the east and west are Otomi dogs with bird flags, and the middle is the cactus warriors holding wolf flags. We have just scouted this group in the west, and there are probably more in the east.
That's it. Now, we should go see the enemies in the middle so we can go back and explain to the chiefs and elders!"
Amosi thought for a while and then made up his mind. As long as he could detect some useful information earlier, he could return to the tribe earlier to report back, and he could also leave the increasingly dangerous south.
"Oh, that makes sense! The cactus warriors in the middle are running the fastest and rushing to the front. They are probably almost at the door of the Red Rat Tribe. Just in time to see their battle formation!...Amoxi, I
My friend, although you are not as fast as me, you are still a little smarter than me. In my opinion, you might as well leave that small tribe as soon as possible and join our Red Fox! I can guarantee that Chief Otua will take it seriously.
your!"
Hearing the familiar persuasion, Amosi shook his head casually. Being bossed around in a large tribe was not as pleasant as being the leader in a small tribe! He squinted his eyes, looked at the direction of the sun, and pointed accurately
Go east.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The evening sun shines on the red-haired warriors, drawing long slanting shadows, which quickly disappear into the deep twilight. The night on the plateau is long and quiet.
The moonlight is faint and immersed in a bit of coldness.
In order to avoid being discovered, the scout teams on both sides did not light bonfires, but quietly accumulated strength. The canine scouts often hunted, and although they could barely see at night, they also lacked the ability to fight at night. The calm night was silent.
Things happened, and it wasn't until the morning sun broke that a new day of fighting officially began.
Under the bright sunshine, Toltec carried the commander's battle flag, held his head high, and looked at the hills not far away.
On the hill, there is a simple camp of the canine tribe. The camp is surrounded by a thick wooden fence, and a red agouti flag is planted at the camp entrance. At this moment, hundreds of canine warriors
Holding a short bow and raising a stone spear, he was nervously watching the thousands of troops outside the camp.
"One hundred, two hundred... one thousand, one thousand and five... less than 2,000 people, at most 500 warriors!"
Toltec looked majestic, his eyes widened, and he counted the number of canine descendants in his mind. He curled his fingers and counted for a long time before he finally estimated a rough number.
"How stupid! Facing the Alliance's legions, what gave them the courage to stay here and resist?"
Black Wolf was a little confused. He looked behind him. Three thousand longbow militiamen, two thousand barbarian throwers, a thousand temple crossbowmen, and a full five thousand Mexica army spread out in sequence, gradually surrounding the hill without even a gap.
Stay out. He looked at the bottom of the hill again, where a small river flowed slowly, and a large area of cultivated farmland was lush and green. The corn in the farmland had bloomed and been pollinated, producing small corn cobs.
"Well, that's it! The harvest is not far away, it's just hard to wait."
Toltec murmured to himself, and then his face was full of smiles. His knowledge had improved greatly! He laughed for a moment, then took out his command flag and waved it suddenly in the direction of the camp!
"Listen to my orders! Temple crossbowmen, guard the surroundings! Vanguard throw, prepare to throw spears! Longbow militia, approach and shoot!"
