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Chapter 302 The First Battle in the Valley Part 1

September comes at the end of the rainy season, bringing sunshine to the sky and the hope of harvest to the earth. It rains at the beginning of autumn and everything is harvested. South of the Leman River, the Kingdom in the Lake still has plenty of rain, providing sufficient crops.

Moisture. The messengers were rafting on Lake Patzcuaro, conveying the order to seize the autumn harvest. As far as they could see, there were tall cornfields everywhere, so lush and green that there was no end in sight.

Farmers in the Lake District are busy in the fields, smelling the aroma of ripening grains on their noses, and showing the joy of the autumn harvest on their faces. Now the pumpkins have been harvested, the beans have just matured, and the corns have also grown on the cob. Under the supervision of the priests,

The kingdom’s spring plowing this year is more timely than last year, and the weather has been smooth. It’s looking like a good year!

In the wilderness of the North, the short rainy season has just passed, but the clarion call of war is getting louder and louder. The plateau is desolate and undulating, and thousands of Otomi militiamen are running back and forth. They carry it on their shoulders, carry it with their hands, and push some

The wheelbarrows supported by the kingdom transported military supplies from the mountain city to the north, and then escorted the prisoners from the north to the mountain city.

The three-way coalition rested for many days, and after replenishing the latest batch of food, they followed the king's order from the Chinese army and took action again. Black Wolf Toltec took the lead in breaking out of camp and attacking. The army's scouts spread out far away and engaged the intruding canine squad.

The Eight Thousand Middle Army Corps was unstoppable and marched all the way northward. The marching horn blew for three days before they arrived at the Red Fox Valley where the Dogmen gathered.

There was not a single white cloud in the sky, and the earth was full of Xiao Ran's murderous intent. The mountains and rivers converged, forming a rare fertile soil in the north, which attracted cruel fighting in the wilderness. Eight thousand coalition troops set up camp in the southeast of the Red Fox Valley, and then slowly moved toward the surrounding areas.

unfolded to surround the valley mouth in the southeast. Tens of thousands of Guakili tribes immediately shrank into the Red Fox Valley. Each tribe only sent a few tribal warriors to harass, and most of the main force could not stand out.

"This is the Red Fox Valley?"

Toltec and his troops stood in front of a valley mouth in the southeast of the valley, carefully observing the terrain at the valley mouth from a distance of several miles. Soon, he frowned.

The narrow mountain road extends for several miles, and the terrain is slightly upward. At the end are several wooden and stone forts built on high places. A red lynx flag is planted on the forts.

Under the flag are the guarding Guakili canine warriors. They are armed with short bows and javelins, and wield stone spears and hammers. Their number exceeds a thousand. Among the more than a thousand canine warriors, there are also two hundred senior red-haired warriors.

Howling loudly, waving weapons, and provoking demonstrations to the southern coalition forces. From a distance, although the canine descendants were poorly equipped, they seemed to have strong morale.

"Dear Captain Black Wolf, this is the fertile Pa Valley! Many nobles in the coalition have their fiefdoms here, and one-third of the Pamus warriors are also from here. This is the territory of our Otomi people,

It was just taken over by a shameless canine, and the name of the canine was changed!"

Mespa led hundreds of family warriors and stood next to the black wolf. He shouted angrily and looked at the canine descendants in the valley with hatred in his eyes, as if he wanted to kill each other with his eyes.

"Well, the terrain at the entrance of the valley is narrow and it is difficult for the army to deploy. The enemy is condescending and has built a defensive camp. There are thrown stones and wooden blocks on the camp. Hey, this wilderness canine is actually somewhat decent in defense! Could it be?

Learned it from the Otomi people?”

Toltec looked at it for a while, a little surprised. He turned to ask Mesper.

"You said there is a small city in the valley? What is the terrain there? Are there any remaining Otomi people holding on?"

Hearing this, Mespa's expression darkened and he shook his head bitterly.

"Captain, the terrain of the valley is natural, and the defense relies entirely on the mountains that close together, plus the camps at the northwest and southeast of the valley. The small town in the middle of the valley doesn't even have a defensive wall. It just allows the nobles to have a decent place.

The only thing that can be considered solid is the stone temple in the center of the small town."

"The cunning Guakili canine descendants attacked so quickly that no one had time to prepare for it! They sent hundreds of red-haired warriors in advance to sneak into the camp at the mouth of the valley. The northwest valley entrance fell in less than half a day, and thousands of canine descendants howled like wild beasts.

They rushed in like they were wearing red eyes. They killed everyone they saw and ate the food they grabbed. They were like monsters coming out of the ground! The nobles and their family warriors retreated to the vicinity of the temple and bravely held on for half a day. What happened next?

There are more and more canine descendants, and the flags of more than a dozen tribes have appeared in succession..."

"Seeing that the situation was over, the noble leaders discussed together for a while and decided to take their family warriors with them and retreat from the southeastern valley mouth that they still controlled. When they left, they left hundreds of brave militiamen to defend the temple. Now they are all

I have returned to the Kingdom of God!..."

Toltec patiently listened to Mesper's words. He thought for a moment, filtered out useless words, and asked in a deep voice.

"Mespa, let me tell you, you Otomi people only held on to such a steep valley for one day?"

"Ah, it was more than just one day. From the time the scout reported the enemy's situation, it probably... lasted for about two or three days!"

Hearing the question, Mespa looked ashamed and turned red.

"The main warriors were unprepared, and the nobles had no subordinates. In addition, the canine descendants at that time went south to seek survival. They were too ferocious..."

"How many residents were originally in the valley? How many militiamen and men were withdrawn? Are there any Otomi people who have not been captured, who can be used as a response?"

Toltec continued to ask questions, interrupting Mesper's explanation. Mesper paused, lost his voice for a moment, and then answered.

"There were originally 20,000 to 30,000 people in the valley. When it fell, only a thousand nobles and warriors should have escaped, and then two to three thousand militiamen were gathered. As for the other ordinary residents who fled, the nobles had no time to take care of them.

I don’t know how many escaped. Not long ago, the scouts saw on the mountains that there are now thousands of captured Otomi farmers in the valley, cultivating the fields for the canine descendants. However, they are all frightened by the canine descendants. At most, there are rumors

News, you can’t count on anything else..."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Captain Black Wolf, I was in Palms City at the time, and I really don’t know much about the situation in the Valley that day. If you need it, I can call some Pamus Valley

A nobleman from the local area will come out and give you a detailed report."

"No need! We've seen a lot of canine tribes along the way. They're just mice in the fields, but there are a lot of them here. As for the camp at Taniguchi, let's fight for a while to see what it's like!"

Toltec raised his head, waved his hand, then took out a small red flag and pointed towards the camp at the mouth of the valley.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The low drums beat and the messenger's flag waved. The warrior battalion commander Yolich blew his bone whistle, and five hundred lightly-armed archers wearing paper armor formed a loose formation and quickly entered the narrow mountain road. Behind the group of archers,

Followed by five hundred vanguard barbarians who were about to charge into the battle.

Soon, the archers arrived more than a hundred steps away from the mouth of the valley and formed a shooting formation. They held long bows in hand and approached in small steps with their heads raised, ready to shoot at any time. The camp opposite relied on the terrain and was more than ten meters high!

There are hundreds of canine hunters above, each armed with a short bow and bone arrows, and they are also ready to attack.

Yolich narrowed his eyes, held up his shield, and estimated the distance of his upward shot. He approached until he was sixty steps away from the camp. On the camp, an impulsive canine hunter couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hunting bow, and "swish"

Shoots short arrows downwards. The surrounding canine hunters are affected and shoot arrows accordingly.

"Whizzing!"

The rain of arrows hit us head-on, bringing with it gusts of wind, vaguely mixed with the shouts and curses of the red-haired warriors.

"Bah! These barbarians from the North, barking dogs! They didn't hear the order and just shot indiscriminately. They are even worse than the Tekos people. They have no discipline at all!"

Yolicki let out a disdainful "poof". He was a descendant of Tarasco. He had been fighting for many years and was good at both archery and spear skills.

Both the kingdom and the alliance army strictly require the warriors to follow orders, especially in large-scale battles, and they must act in unison. In comparison, the discipline of the canine warriors is even far inferior to that of the kingdom's spear militia.

"Duh, duh."

Several feather arrows were nailed into the wooden shield, making a low muffled sound. The warrior battalion commander felt the strength of the arrows shot from the shield and suddenly blew the bone flute on his neck.

"Dudu! Collective shooting!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

A hail of arrows rose from behind Yolich and shot toward the camp sixty steps away. Eight or nine dog-born hunters let out shrill screams and fell from the camp with a "bang", leaving long blood trails.

The rest of the canine hunters paused, then lowered themselves and fired more fiercely. Soon, nearly ten legion archers also covered their throats or faces, and fell to the ground with their heads up and groaning.

Being condescending and taking advantage of the terrain, even the short bows of the canine hunters can hurt the legion's longbowmen at the same distance. Some red-haired warriors are particularly skilled in archery, shooting arrows at the head, face, and throat.

And the heart and soul.

Just as Yolich moved his shield to observe the effect of the shot, a bone arrow struck sharply, hitting the rattan helmet on his head. The warrior battalion commander felt pain in his forehead and his heart trembled. He took two steps back before reaching out to

He touched it on his head. The bone arrow was already too strong and was only inserted into the fine rattan helmet. It would scratch his forehead, leaving a small, shallow gash.

"Damn it! What a powerful shooting skill... This Guakili dog descendant... is actually quite powerful!"

The warrior battalion commander murmured to himself and once again covered his figure with his shield. Behind him, the drums beat continuously and the shouts became louder. Encouraged by the war priests, the vanguard barbarians prayed loudly to the Lord God and were ready at any time.

A desperate assault was launched. The archers on both sides fired at each other. The arrows rained back and forth sharply, splashing with blood. Hundreds of people were soon killed.

The corpses of the soldiers were lying on the ground, exuding warm vitality. The vitality flowed at the mouth of the valley, seeping into the streams between the valleys, and being dyed with a faint red color. Beside the streams, the cactus flowers were stained with blood and bloomed more vividly, like a harbinger of death.


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