The long wind blows powerfully on the vast plateau, and the mountains undulate under the high sky. The rainy season has passed, and the land has returned to dryness. The smoke and dust of the march rise from the earth, changing shapes in the air. A skilled general can tell by looking at it from a distance.
The size of the army.
Under the escort of several red-haired men, Chichika climbed to the highest hill and looked down at the battle situation in the mountains.
Chichika is less than forty years old, with a full forehead, fierce eyes, and an angular face, giving him the power of a senior warrior. He has experienced the wind and sand of the wilderness, and there are deep marks on the corners of his eyes. Following the tribal tradition, his cheeks are
The face is painted with red patterns. At this time, he is wearing a rough wolf robe, with spiritual wolf feet hanging around his neck, and raptor feathers tied to his arms. At a glance, you can tell that this is a man who has been fighting for a long time.
Experienced wasteland chief.
Chief Red Dog looked around, and the rolling hills came into view. The hills were covered with undulating light trees and surrounded by large swaths of American hawks. It was late autumn, and the trees were still green. Under the shadow of the mountains, they looked deep and solemn.
This is an extended branch of the Sierra Madre Oriental Mountains, located between Palms City and the Red Fox Valley. The towering mountains gradually slow down and turn into rolling hills when they reach here.
A mountain road runs along the edge of the hills, extending for hundreds of miles from east to west. It is also possible to march on the hills, but it is blocked by trees from time to time, making it difficult for large groups to pass. The eight thousand Otomi warriors camped in units of one thousand people on the hills and mountain roads.
Eight simple camps stretched for several miles, blocking the westward path of the canine army.
Thousands of canine tribes also camped on the east side of the mountain road, far away from the Otomi camp. At this moment, hundreds of red-haired warriors were approaching the opposite camp from the hills, using the cover of the trees to fight with them.
The Otomi archers fired at each other. The whistling arrows were flying back and forth in the air. They were sparse in number, but extremely sharp! From time to time, warriors from both sides fell down, and most of them were gray-blue figures. The Otomi people were obviously shooting at each other.
Being at a disadvantage in the middle.
The annoying harassment has been going on for a long time. The Otomi warriors in the camp could not get a rest for a long time and became extremely irritable. After a while, a low horn sounded, and the Otomi warriors suddenly opened the camp door. More than 800 people wearing cotton
A's warrior shouted fiercely, rushed out of the camp, and killed the canine descendants who were harassing the woods.
Seeing this scene, Chichika grinned with murderous intent on his face. He whispered instructions to the guards on his left and right.
"Go down and prepare to use the old method of hunting with wolves!"
The chief's personal guards nodded and followed the order. Soon, the Otomi warriors rushed to the red-haired warriors. The red-haired warriors fired another round, wounding more than a dozen warriors, and then turned towards the forest.
They fled. The Otomi warriors pursued them fiercely, throwing javelins at the same time. From time to time, red-haired warriors who lagged behind were shot by javelins, and then were killed by the warriors with sticks.
"Didi!"
The conch horn sounded in the camp. Dozens of senior warriors ran out of the camp and ordered the warriors to return. However, it was extremely difficult to restrain the chasing troops. The red-haired warrior's cold arrows continued to attack, teasing Otomi.
The mind of the samurai. At least half of the samurai with red eyes went straight into the depths of the forest regardless of the situation.
The trees hindered the connection between the warriors and destroyed the battle formations they were good at. In the deep mountain forest, fierce small-scale fights broke out from time to time, accompanied by faint screams and entangled and fallen figures on both sides. Although Otto
The Mi people are also skilled mountain people, but compared with the beast-like canine descendants, they cannot have any advantage in the mountains and forests.
Not long after, a large and flexible figure flashed in the forest. Under the leadership of the chief's bodyguard, hundreds of canine warriors gathered from all sides. The shouts of killing became fierce in an instant, shaking the birds in the forest.
!
A canine warrior jumped out of the woods, swung a stone hammer, and suddenly hit the Otomi warrior on the back. The warrior let out a scream, fell to the ground instantly, and then hit him with another hammer. Another veteran
When the samurai saw this tragic scene, his eyes turned red. He swung his war stick accurately and cut off the dog's neck. His body was splashed with blood. The dog howled miserably and fell to the ground, stacked with the samurai's body.
, the blood also blends into one.
More canine descendants came from all sides. The senior warrior waved his stick and shield as hard as he could, and stood behind the other three warriors to deal with the surrounding attacks.
"Whoosh!"
A precise bone arrow came through the air, with a "puff" sound, and accurately shot into the eye of the senior warrior, and the shrill scream resounded through the forest. The senior warrior's eyes were bleeding, and he dropped his weapon in pain. He fell on his back,
He rolled on the ground crazily, then felt a pain in his left chest, struggled violently twice, and then completely lost his voice.
The red-haired canine pulled out the copper spear that pierced his heart and admired slightly. This captured weapon is really sharp. It is said that there are many tribes in the south. He looked at the remaining three warriors, stepped back carefully, and continued to command.
Ordinary canine warriors went up to fight, and once again put hunting bows in their hands.
Similar scenes continued to be staged in the forest. In the close-range fights, the canine warriors showed their bravery to the greatest extent. Without the cover of the battle formation, the Otomi warriors fell like cornstalks.
Break into different shapes.
In just two quarters of an hour, the forest became completely quiet. A long wind blew, carrying a strong smell of blood. Then, the canine descendants began to search with their heads down, collecting useful weapons and cotton armor, looking for personal daggers
and necklaces, and even stripped the fallen Otomi warriors naked.
"Ha ha!"
Chichika laughed wildly. After a while, the chief's personal guards came to report. Under the siege of tribal warriors, more than four hundred Otomi warriors were completely destroyed in the forest in the mountains, and almost no one escaped.
.And the canine descendants only lost half of their number of ordinary men, and there were still a dozen elite red-haired warriors.
Chief Red Dog nodded and gave a few instructions in a low voice. Not long after, hundreds of red-haired warriors approached again, making loud noises and shooting arrows into the camp. This time, the camp door was always closed, and the Otomi warriors just
He held on to the camp and never attacked again.
Chichika looked at her fiercely for a long time before speaking to her bodyguard.
"Uman, the morale of this camp has dropped. Tonight, select dozens of redheads who can attack at night, kill them for me and set them on fire!"
