The Jaguar warriors let out threatening roars. Wearing strong heavy armor, they wielded obsidian war clubs with both hands, easily knocking the canine warriors to the ground and cutting them into different shapes. The rich smell of blood spread in the wind, and the canine warriors
The screams continued continuously.
The brutal close combat lasted only half a moment, and more than 80 canine warriors were killed. They were unable to break through heavy armor, their fighting skills were not as good as their opponents, and they hardly caused any effective damage. One-sided massacres were the most damaging to morale, and they continued to
A few canine warriors began to flee. Seeing this, the leading canine warrior finally let out a wolf howl and shouted in despair.
"Ouch! Retreat!"
The surviving canine warriors turned around and fled into the forest. The jaguar warriors chased and defeated the enemy all the way until they reached the deep mountain forest, killing more than twenty people. Then, the sound of the conch horn stopped.
The king's flag was blown. The herald waved the flag and pointed to the battle formation in front. The two hundred noble battle group turned smoothly and killed the canine hunters in the front.
"Uman!"
Amosi roared again, almost close to Uman's ear.
"The thick-skinned tiger is coming! If we don't leave, it will be too late!"
"Tiger-headed warrior of the Cactus tribe?"
Wuman's eyes were red and he stared hard at the jaguar warriors who were running towards him. These warriors had steady steps, vigorous movements, skilled combat skills, and regarded fighting as nothing. They wore thick cloth armor on their bodies, and draped their backs with
With its colorful leopard skin and heavy animal-shaped helmet on its head, at first glance, it looks like a group of ferocious jaguars.
"Ouch! Shoot you to death!"
Uman suddenly stuck out his head and shot an arrow at a jaguar warrior. The bone arrow flew away quickly, hitting the opponent's shoulder fifty steps away. The jaguar warrior only shook slightly and let out a tiger roar.
Run this way.
"Damn! It's all thick skin...ah!"
Uman screamed in pain, dropped his long bow, and staggered back behind the boulder. An arrow came like lightning, grazed his cheek, and hit his left arm holding the bow hard.
Amoxi carefully looked around and saw the leading longbow warrior with a calm face, staring at him like a hawk, and took out another copper arrow in his hand. He checked Wuman's injury again, and saw that the arrow broke through the cotton armor.
, penetrated deeply into the flesh, submerged nearly an inch.
"I'm... fine... shoot them!"
Wuman was in pain and sweating all over his head, but his eyes were still fierce.
"Crack!"
Amosi broke the exposed arrow shaft with force. Then he took out a piece of spotted mushroom from his arms and stuffed it into Uman's mouth.
"Swallow it, it will stop the pain!"
Uman hesitated for a moment and recognized that this was the psychedelic mushroom of the tribal priest, a medium of communication with the gods. He chewed the mushroom and swallowed it. After a few breaths, his eyes became straight, his mind was chaotic, but his body was full of power.
"Uman, it's time to retreat!"
"Uh?...Okay!..."
Amosi asked, no longer hesitating. He shouted to the red-haired hunters on his left and right.
"Shoot and cover! Shoot the leading warriors! I will take Captain Uman and go first, you guys will be behind!"
A dozen red-haired hunters looked at each other for a while and nodded silently. They all straightened up and shot at the leading cactus warrior.
Amosi held Uman's forearm tightly, lowered his body, and led him to run towards the nearest mountain forest. Soon, behind him, a large group of jaguar warriors ran like tigers and leopards. They shouted cruelly to kill.
It was suddenly intense and quickly turned into a dying cry.
In the deep mountain forest, Amosi looked back. The canine hunters in the front line had also broken up and were running away. This risky sneak attack left more than two hundred elite corpses, but it was in vain.
Return. The gap in combat power between the two sides is so huge that the Death Chief has lost very few of his personal guards. Under Black Wolf's royal banner, a king wearing platinum armor is being guarded by everyone and is looking into the mountains and forests from a distance.
"Is this...the Warchief himself?"
Amosi looked at it for a while, but he couldn't see anything clearly because it was too far away. He looked at the black wolf pattern on the king's flag again, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity came to his heart. He was startled for a moment, and then suddenly realized.
"That's right! This Death Totem was worshiped with blood by the Cactus Tribe. It already possesses magical power. If you look at it for a long time, your mind will be shaken!"
Thinking of this, Amosi shuddered, and the ominous premonition increased again. He did not dare to look at the flag anymore, and immediately pulled Uman and continued to escape to the camp in the mountains.
"Uman, let's go!"
"Uh?...Okay!..."
Under the banner of the black wolf, Shulot looked at the defeated soldiers who would flee into the mountains and forests. He looked at the shadowy mountains and forests, thought for a moment, and then loudly ordered.
"Don't enter the woods. Blow the conch horn and withdraw!..."
The legion returned to the camp, and the next two days were a peaceful confrontation. The dog descendants huddled in the camp, building more wooden forts day and night, while the Mexican coalition camped to rest.
The camp in the mountains became larger and larger, filled with armored warriors and soldiers. Scouts from both sides continued to fight in the mountains and forests on both sides, dyeing the deep forests red in the autumn. Subsequent reinforcements arrived one after another, and the three armies were once again unified. Seven
Thousands of Ottopan warriors, four thousand Guamare warriors, five thousand Guards legions, and three thousand Red Frog warriors, nearly 20,000 legions gathered here!
The army stretched for several miles, with various flags flying, filling the not-so-wide mountain road. The last two thousand Parmus warriors and two thousand longbow militiamen were still more than twenty miles away. They had just finished resting, and were arriving.
en route.
The king's flag was erected, and Shulot climbed up the hill to watch the battle again. The army rested for two days, and it was time to weigh the quality of the canine descendants. He personally waved the flag, and the thumping war drums echoed in the valley. The mountain road here
Although it is not narrow, the width is limited. Tens of thousands of coalition troops came out of the camp one after another to form an array, while the remaining warriors were waiting in the camp.
"Chief Chalki."
With the army in hand, the king is high-spirited and full of fighting spirit.
"The warriors of Guamare have been recharging their strength along the way and can be the vanguard of my army!"
The middle-aged chief Chalki hesitated for a moment. Then, he met the king's eyes, his heart was filled with fear, and he shouted with enthusiasm.
"The Guamare warriors have been waiting for the battle all the way, and they are already hungry and thirsty! Chief, I will let my eldest son lead the troops to attack the enemy camp for you!"
"Okay! Give me armor! Give it to the general who leads the charge!"
A personal guard immediately stepped forward and handed a pair of bronze cloth-covered armor into Chalki's hands. The middle-aged chief touched the solid bronze armor with hot eyes, and then said reluctantly to the warrior beside him.
"Leave it to my eldest son! Let him fight bravely for His Highness!"
"Dong dong dong!"
The fierce war drums suddenly accelerated. Two thousand Guamarei warriors raised their shields and held clubs, forming a dense charging formation. Opposite them was the nearest mountain camp of the Guaquili people.
The camp occupies a small amount of terrain, located on a hill more than ten meters high, and is surrounded by a fence wall as high as one person. Thousands of Guakili warriors are guarding behind the fence, holding hunting bows and spears in their hands, and many of them also carry
Javelin. A red deer flag flying in the center of the camp.
"Ho, ho, warrior Guamare, charge with me!"
A young warrior wearing bronze armor took the lead in roaring, and the rest of the warriors roared in unison. Then, he led two thousand warriors and fought bravely towards the camp!
