Blue clouds float far away in the sky, and yellow leaves wither in the mountains. The autumn in the North is full of deepness, and the mountains stretch to the sky. The brown ridges extend all the way to the east, where they suddenly rise into steep slopes, and then turn to the north.
Shulot stood on the hill, his eyes fixed on the battle situation in front of him.
At this moment, thousands of canine warriors were entrenched in the mountain camp, relying on the steep slope tens of meters high to defend themselves. Two thousand Ottopan warriors, wearing gray-blue battle clothes, fought hard to attack along the steep slope, as if they were rushing up.
of waves!
The canine warriors howled and threw stones, and the red-haired hunters fired arrows ferociously. Arrows and stones fell from high places like raindrops, killing the climbing warriors and shooting down the approaching crossbowmen. The crossbowmen stood in a frenzied manner, standing
The back section of the steep slope returned fire. The crossbow bolts screamed sharply and shot into the heads and faces emerging from the wall, mercilessly piercing the nearest enemy.
The drums of the attack became more and more urgent, and the fierce shouts of killing drowned out the whistle of arrows. From time to time, there were long and shrill howls, echoing in the mountains, like the music of death!
Under the banner of the red dog, the canine descendants defended themselves against danger and resisted extremely resolutely and powerfully. The Ottopan warriors rushed to the camp three times and were defeated three times. Giowa personally supervised the battle on the front line. He bit hard
He gritted his teeth, raised his war stick angrily, and was about to send out the fourth team of warriors.
Looking from the hill, the blood dyed the brown rocks red, and the corpses rolled down the slope, like falling maple leaves, and like scrolls offered to the gods.
Shulot lowered his eyes and shook his head.
"Bertard, how much did the knight Otopan lose?"
The samurai commander looked at the battlefield calmly. He was extremely experienced in battles. After counting for a while, he answered in the affirmative.
"Your Highness, at least five hundred."
"Where are the canines?"
"At most...four hundred."
"Raise the flag, sound the conch trumpet, and retreat."
"As you command!"
Bertard nodded. He picked up the huge conch horn and blew it himself.
"Dip!...Dip!..."
The fourth team of warriors was about to charge when the retreating conch horn suddenly sounded, breaking their desperate momentum. Giowa turned around and roared with red eyes.
"Damn it! Who is blowing the trumpet randomly? I will take his..."
Prince Coyote suddenly paused. Then, he was stunned, lowered his head, and growled unwillingly.
"Order to the nobles and leaders to retreat!"
Soon, the dark green crossbowmen fired arrows to cover, and the gray-blue figures retreated down the steep slope like a tide. The canine descendants at the top of the city roared with joy and howled like a pack of wolves.
The big leader Chichika stood in the center of the chiefs, raising his hands vigorously and grinning wildly.
In the tribal meeting, although he was confident on the outside and repeatedly stressed that he would hold on, he was uneasy in his heart and even secretly arranged a retreat. After all, he was facing the famous Death Chief! Until this moment, he saw that the enemy warriors were in great difficulty.
The climb and the attack with heavy casualties finally made Chief Red Dog feel confident.
"Chiefs, warriors!"
Chichica shouted passionately.
"Chief Death is nothing more than that! We can hold on to this stronghold until the tenth harvest and the warehouse is full of corn!"
"Ouch! The big leader is mighty!"
Ashulote, the chief of the red salamanders, smiled and agreed, and the other chiefs nodded and shouted. The canine chiefs finally felt at ease and no longer secretly thought about escaping.
In the corner of the camp, the girl Alan breathed a sigh of relief. After experiencing the battle, she finally became a real red-haired hunter. She looked at the enemies retreating like a tide, shook her short red hair, and waved her hand excitedly.
Hunting bow. Then, her eyes followed the Otomi generals until they came to the black wolf flag.
"Your Highness!"
Giowa's face was full of shame and he knelt down in front of His Highness.
"I am ashamed of your high expectations, please punish me..."
"It doesn't matter."
Shulot smiled gently. He signaled Prince Coyote to stand up.
"Prince Giowa, the terrain here is too dangerous. The Ottopan Army has attacked three times and has done a good job. The lives of the warriors are the most precious wealth and should not be wasted like this!"
Giowa stood up gratefully. He hesitated for a while, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth to ask for orders.
"Your Highness, please give me three hundred pairs of armor! I will personally lead the guards and climb the wall for you!"
"oh?"
Hulot glanced at him. He looked at Giovanni's expression and laughed heartily.
"That's right! Giowa, my warrior, you are determined!"
Hearing His Highness's address, Giowa secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was anxious in his heart, waiting for His Highness's arrangements.
"The morale of the dog descendants is high, and they hold on to the danger. In the face of heavy stone throws, even the armor cannot defend themselves. The casualties of a strong attack will be too great!"
Shulot pondered for a moment and then slowly spoke.
"Giowa, I just watched it for a while. I have a rough plan on how to conquer this stronghold."
"Ah, His Highness the Divine Enlightenment of Wisdom! The Ottopan Legion is willing to die for you!"
Giovanni immediately bowed his head with a generous look on his face.
"Okay. Giowa, I'll give you a new task!"
Shulot suddenly smiled.
"I'll give you a thousand bronze axes, take the Ottopan army with you, and cut down all the sparse trees around you."
"Ah, cut down trees?...Follow your will!"
Giowa was stunned and nodded blankly.
The allied forces of Mexica and Otomi immediately set up camp in front of the camp. The terrain in the mountains is narrow, and the Guamare Corps, the Parmes Corps and the Longbow Militia were all sent to the rear to station more than ten miles away. Thousands of Ottos
Pan's army immediately cut down the surrounding trees. Then, under the command of the craftsmen accompanying the army, they worked hard and quickly built more than a dozen trebuchets.
The canine descendants on the stronghold came out to harass many times, but were all killed and driven back by the heavily guarded imperial guards. The coalition's trebuchet soon began to take shape.
Chichika looked solemn and was extremely concerned about the movements at the foot of the mountain. He first asked Amosi from the Red Fox Valley.
"What are these wood beasts?"
Amosi shook his head and did not know, but recommended a person, Zukata from the Red Monkey Tribe. In the past few days, he and the other party had been in the back camp, had many contacts, and had quite a rapport. He knew that this was a "red man" who came from a large southern tribe.
He is a "warrior" who is well-informed and knows the details of the Mexica people.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The war chief immediately recruited Zukata. Although Ozoma was reluctant to let him go, he had to let him go.
"A warrior from the Condor Tribe!"
Chichica laughed boldly and opened her arms in welcome.
Zukata lowered his head, clenched his fists on his chest, and performed the courtesy of the Kingdom of Tarasco.
"Big Chief, I greet you!"
The Red Dog Chief nodded and looked at the person who came. He was tall and wore the clothes of a canine warrior, except for a split feather helmet that covered his hair. The sacred red hair has always been a symbol of the canine warrior. If not
Necessary, the redheads of the tribe don't like to wear helmets.
Then, Chichika stood on a high place, pointed at the giant wooden beast at the bottom of the mountain, and asked seriously.
"Zukata, tell me, what is the Cactus Tribe doing?"
Zukata looked at it for a moment and listened to the scout's detailed report before answering firmly.
"This is a Mexica trebuchet!"
"Trebuchet?"
"Big Chief, I have been fighting fiercely with the Mexica people in the Kingdom's Southern Route Army for nearly a year. They have many new weapons that can control stones, thunder and fire. The trebuchet is a weapon that controls stones and can move dozens of kilograms.
The stones were thrown two hundred paces away!"
"What? Two hundred steps away?"
Chichica looked shocked.
"Are you talking about this wooden beast at the bottom of the mountain? It can throw rocks weighing dozens of kilograms up the mountain?!"
"Uh, this height..."
Zukata looked at the trebuchet at the foot of the mountain, then at the height of the camp, and shook his head.
"The camp is located high up, and the steep slope is extremely difficult to climb. The Mexica's trebuchets cannot be transported up the steep slope, nor can they throw big rocks here. At most, they can only throw small rocks weighing several kilograms up. And when thrown upward from the bottom of the mountain, it is easy to use up all its strength.
, the soft stones won’t do much harm.”
"Indeed. Throwing can only be condescending, but the reverse is much more difficult."
Chichika nodded, but his expression did not relax at all. He looked at Zukata closely.
"Zuccata, if it can't cause any damage, why would the Mexicans spend so much effort to do this?"
"Well...this kind of weapon can also throw burning and smoking fireballs."
Zukata thought hard for a long time before replying cautiously.
"Burning, smoking fireball? What kind of spell is this?"
Chichika became nervous again.
"I encountered it in the mountain fortress of Sitacuaro. The fireball would burn and emit thick smoke, clinging to the wall and burning. This kind of burning is difficult to extinguish. Water is not easy to use. It must be
Use sand and soil. But fireballs seem to be very rare and there are not many of them. And while the fireballs are burning, the Mexicans cannot attack."
"Fireball...Mountain fire..."
Chichika pondered for a while and paced back and forth. The shadow of the forest fire not long ago was still lingering in his mind. After a while, Chief Red Dog gave an order to Uman next to him.
"Uman, order all the warriors to be careful. Have them dig out more sand from behind the camp and store it in the camp! Well, by the way, although the surrounding forests are sparse, we still have to cut them down and pile them far away!"
"Uh... it's up to you, Chief!"
Wuman nodded vigorously and went to do it immediately with his guards. Although he was slurred in speech, his mobility was extremely strong. In just two days, all the soil was prepared in the camp, and the shallow trees on the mountains on both sides were also cleared.
A few days later, the Mexican Legion finally attacked again. The crossbowmen put on the bronze armor of their personal guards and fired at close range. The sharp crossbow bolts covered the ground and shot up, suppressing the hunters on the wall.
More than a dozen newly built trebuchets were also creaking, throwing out several kilograms of stones. The stones roared in, exhausted their strength in mid-air, and "gently" fell into the camp. A large number of stone-throwing dogs
The descendants clasped their heads and fell to the ground, but they did not cause any casualties, and they were unable to destroy the strong stronghold wall. Soon, the Otopan warriors held up their big shields and charged twice tentatively. They shouted loudly and did not even touch the stronghold wall.
When he arrived, he hurriedly retreated.
"Haha, the wood beasts have nothing to be afraid of! The Cactus tribe was worried that we lacked defensive stones, so they specially sent them to us from the bottom of the mountain! When the enemy comes to attack, we will throw them down fiercely and return them to their warriors!"
Chichika looked around. Many tribal warriors looked frightened when they saw the huge stone-throwing wood beast for the first time. The big leader laughed boldly, boosting the fighting spirit of the warriors.
"Warriors, I have good news for you! All the ministries have finished harvesting corn and are sending it in a steady stream! The fields in the valley are extremely fertile. This year is a good year!"
In the wilderness, a good year means that everyone can have enough to eat. Next year, there is no need to fight to the death with other tribes for food, and there is no need to hunt the old and weak of each other.
"Oooh! Good harvest of corn, the big leader is the son of the earth!"
Chief Red Salamander shouted again at the right time, and the camp was filled with cheers. The great leader's prestige was once again strengthened, and gradually merged with divinity. If there is no interference from outside forces, a new powerful leader will be born within a few years.
Complete integration of all departments in Guakili.
Hundreds of steps away, Shulot did not erect the royal flag, but stood on the hill to watch the test firing. He listened to the enthusiastic cheers of the canine descendants, but a smile appeared on his face.
"Well done, Giowa."
The Coyote guards bowed their heads respectfully, even if they harbored doubts.
"Let the canine descendants celebrate for a day and relax their guard. The trebuchet has been built, and the time for the general attack is just around the corner!"
Xiulote pondered for a while and then decisively gave the order.
"Bertard!"
"Here, Your Highness."
"Take out the rockets and give them to the longbow guards who are good at shooting! Re-dispense the gunpowder and create burning paper fireballs! Then prepare the artillery battalion and transport all eight wooden cannons to the battalion!"
"Yes! Your Highness, I will do it myself!"
Bertard responded calmly, with a bit of excitement in his voice.
"Okay! Send out the personal guards again and recruit the Red Frog Chief Coca and the personal guards Miwa!"
Shulot smiled, confident and calm.
"Tell them it's time to serve the Alliance!"
The words dispersed into the wind, blowing all over the brown hills and turning over withered leaves. Amidst the boiling cheers of the dog people, there was a strong murderous intention hidden and flowing silently.
