The huge fireball pierced the night sky, dragging out a meteor-like trajectory, and landed on the canine village, sending out billowing smoke. Countless rockets came from the mountains, like rapid showers, igniting the dry grass nests, and in the camp
A sea of fire gathered in the middle. A thunderous roar sounded in the silent night, like the anger of the gods, bringing down unstoppable disasters.
"Ah! The magic of the gods!"
Amosi raised his head in shock, seeing the sky full of fire, and the terrifying thunder in his ears. He smelled the burning scorch, and the blood that spread quickly. Thousands of canine warriors shouted in the camp
Collision, fighting indiscriminately, falling into chaotic madness!
"Fire and thunder, blood and death...are the great chief's magic!"
Miwa looked in awe and looked at the place where the fireball rose. He stretched out his hand and shook the sun amulet hidden in his clothes.
"Praise the Lord God! Ask for your forgiveness..."
After a brief pause, Miwa looked at Amosi again. This time, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and there was no hesitation.
"Amosi!"
"Alan, my daughter!"
When the sky fire came, Amosi suppressed the tremor in his heart. He took a deep look at the completely chaotic camp, suddenly let out a low roar, and threw the stone spear in his hand at Miwa. Then, Chief Red Crow quickly turned around,
He ran away into the woods behind him without looking back.
"let's go!"
Several red crow elites also followed the chief, turning around and running away like foxes.
Miwa jumped forward to avoid the incoming spear. Then, he raised his hunting bow and aimed a sharp arrow at Amosi's back!
"Whoosh!"
The night was deep and shadowy. Amosi lowered his body like a turkey and ran along the zigzag pattern to avoid the incoming bone arrows.
"Whizzing!"
Miwa shot twice, but failed. He looked at Amosi who was running away at great speed, and shouted unwillingly and angrily.
"Amosi, you fox-like red crow!"
"Boss, do we want to go chase him in the forest?"
The red frog warriors nearby gathered around, waiting for the leader's instructions. Miwa looked fierce, looking at the figures about to disappear into the forest, gritted his teeth and shook his head resolutely.
"No! Let's attack the big tribe's camp and continue to spread the chaos... for Chief Coca!"
The red frog warriors looked at each other in disbelief, and then they all became determined to die. Dozens of them were silent and headed for the nearest red monkey camp first.
The chaos in the back camp continued, and became more and more cruel. Living people were running in the chaos, and corpses were burning in the flames. The cruel camp roar only lasted for a moment, and the entire camp was completely out of control. Different tribes collided with each other and became a mess.
Kill as a group, and die as a group!
At this moment, all other tribes are enemies! A dozen howling tribesmen waved their weapons and rushed towards them crazily.
Alan raised his hunting bow and shot three arrows without hesitation, knocking down the three nearest warriors. The other Red Crow warriors also mercilessly waved their war clubs and thrust out stone spears, killing these "enemies" who were approaching.
More than a hundred Red Crow elites gathered into a team and stood guard in the corner of the camp.
"Alan, more and more tribes are coming, and the camp is getting more and more chaotic! We can't wait here any longer!"
The chief's personal guard Mo Qi shouted anxiously. The soldiers were all woken up by Alan in advance and were able to gather in advance. This quarter of an hour after waking up early, at this time, it was the difference between life and death. Alan is the chief's daughter and an outstanding person.
The red-haired hunter. After everyone accepted the kindness, they accepted Alan as the leader and temporarily accepted her command.
"Uncle Moqi, daddy hasn't come back yet!"
Alan gritted his teeth, stood on tiptoes, and looked in the direction of the mountains and forests. The continuous firelight illuminated the nearby camp red, and the mountains and forests in the distance could not be seen clearly. There was only deep darkness there, and from time to time there were roars like beasts.
As if it were about to swallow up life.
"The camp is roaring, we can't wait any longer!"
The red-haired hunters gathered around and looked at Alan with serious expressions. They temporarily obeyed Alan's command, but they would not always obey. Seeing this scene, Mo Qi walked closer and said affirmatively.
"The chief is far away and can't come back! The elites of the tribe are here. Take the soldiers away quickly!"
"But..."
"Alan, don't forget what the old chief said. The continuation of the tribe is everything, no one can't be sacrificed... Take the soldiers away quickly! If the chief really can't come back, there will be a new chief to lead everyone. I hope
, that person can be you!"
"Uncle Mozzi..."
Alan bit her lip hard, and the pain made her more awake. She looked towards the camp, and saw a scene like a hell. The flames were burning, the tribesmen were howling and fighting, and corpses were lying everywhere. The girl hunter finally made a decision.
"Let's go! Go north and return to our old camp! Anyone who blocks our retreat will be killed!"
"Ouch!"
The Red Crow warriors howled in unison, and then, led by Alan, they fought towards the mountain road to the north.
A few hundred meters away, at the Red Monkey Camp, a fight had just taken a break.
"Zukata, continue to form a spear formation and guard the camp gate! No matter who comes, kill them all! The red-haired elite, command the warrior team. Take out the prepared soil and extinguish the flames in the camp!"
"Yes, Chief!"
Zukata responded in a muffled voice.
The Red Monkey Camp has a complete fence and gate. Although part of it was burned, it is generally intact. At this moment, Zukata is standing at the gate of the camp with a spear in both hands. Beside him are forty or fifty people.
There was a small spear formation, and in front of them were dozens of fallen canine corpses. The young militiaman Chipawa also held a spear with both hands, mixed in with several old brothers of Tarasco, but there was no blood on the tip of the spear.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
Four blasts of thunder rang out again, and frightened prayers rang out in the camp. Rockets fired indiscriminately ignited vegetation and illuminated hundreds of frightened faces.
The center where the tribal warriors gathered was the firepit of the camp. Panting, Ozoma stood in the firelight, loudly comforting him, and counting his warriors. His cloth-covered bronze armor was already covered with bright red, just like in his hands.
A bloody war club.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The Mexica attack came suddenly, with great force and shocking people. There was a moment of chaos in the camp, with someone taking the lead in howling, and many people running around randomly.
Chief Red Monkey personally led the guards to suppress the situation. Without identifying his identity, he killed dozens of people in the camp before the situation was barely stabilized. Then, the tribesmen who had broken up rushed over and unidentified enemies attacked the camp.
.The sudden chaotic fighting lasted for a moment, and dozens more warriors from the tribe were killed before the enemy was killed.
At this time, a brief inventory showed that the number of red monkey warriors was reduced by one-third due to the deaths and rout, and they were already less than a thousand.
"Damn it! My warrior!"
Ozoma's heart was bleeding. He looked at the night sky, and saw another round of fireballs coming, roaring and smashing into the camp ahead.
The shadow of the fire in the mountains not long ago was still deeply engraved in the hearts of tens of thousands of dog-born warriors. At this time, they were attacked by sky fire again, and the camp in front finally collapsed! Countless figures ran out of the camp and rushed towards the other side.
Then, thousands of soldiers from the two camps started fighting each other fiercely as if they were possessed. Within half a quarter of an hour, screams and howls followed the wind, like the lamentations of autumn birds dying.
"God! The Mexica's magical weapons are so terrifying! ... Mother Goddess of the Earth, please protect me and don't let the fireball hit here! Lord God of Mexica, please protect me too, I
I will offer the sacrifice devoutly!”
Ozoma murmured to himself, praying to the gods in the sky, and his heart was full of fear. He was almost, almost just now, the Red Monkey camp was going to be completely collapsed! He looked solemnly and asked the scouts and cronies.
"Which camps are those?"
"The one who bombed the camp was the Red Stork Camp, and the one who was attacked was the Red Salamander Camp."
It was difficult to determine the direction at night, so the scout's confidants squinted their eyes and checked for a while before answering in the affirmative.
"Haha, dog bites dog, it's a hairy mouth. Damn flamingo, red salamander, I made you laugh at me before!"
Ozoma cursed bitterly, and then became nervous again.
“These two camps are near the main Red Dog camp!”
"Yes, Chief! The Red Dog main camp is over there, and the one that burns the most is the one!"
Hearing this, Ozoma hurriedly raised his head and looked at the main camp of Red Dog. The main camp was attacked by the Mexica people, and fires were ignited everywhere. In the raging fire, sporadic Red Dog soldiers continued to escape from the camp.
Submerged in darkness. However, the main force of the Red Dog Camp did not seem to collapse, and there was no hysterical howling.
"Chief Chichika..."
Ozoma's expression changed, different thoughts violently collided in his mind, and then turned into a long sigh.
"Hey! Where is Red Deer Camp?"
"As soon as the night attack started, the Red Deer tribe fled north in a swarm! It seems that Chief Massat took the lead and ran at the front."
The scout's henchman asked sincerely without any scruples.
"Chief, the rear camp has also collapsed, and all the ministries are in chaos. The Mexicaans will definitely attack in large numbers tomorrow morning!...Should we escape now?"
"...No. Defend the camp and wait first! They are running around at night and bumping into each other. We don't know how many people will be broken up and how many injuries they will get."
Ozoma pondered for a while. He looked at the camp. Under the command of the red-haired elite, the soldiers had gradually restored order and were guarding the camp. The Red Monkey Chief made up his mind and ordered.
"The powerful weapons of the Mexica are just big thunder and light rain. As long as we don't mess up our position, we won't kill so many people! Let's... wait until daybreak before leaving!"
"Listen to you! The chief is smart."
The confidant nodded in agreement with a smile on his face.
"Well, the sky fire can't reach here, and all the tribesmen who collided will be killed! You are in charge of the situation outside, and I want to return to the big tent."
Ozoma looked around, and suddenly his expression flashed. He lowered his voice involuntarily.
"Send two people to secretly escort the enemy leader who was captured just now to the big tent!"
"Ah, the leader just now? He was hit by a spear and it was Zukata's trophy. Chief, what do you want him to do? He's just a short, stocky red-haired hunter..."
"Stupid! This attack happened suddenly. It's very clear. It must have been premeditated. Behind his back...don't ask! Give Zukata a reward and ask for someone to come. Go quickly!"
"Listen to you! The chief is smart."
The cronies left immediately. Ozoma straightened up and looked at the surrounding fields. Flames fell from the sky. Although they burned everywhere, they did not form a fierce fire. Thousands of soldiers from various tribes ran around in the fire, constantly killing each other, and few were burned to death.
There are very few.
"Mountain camps lack fuel and cannot form wildfires that destroy everything."
Ozoma sighed quietly and chanted in a low voice like a priest in the wilderness.
"But the fire in people's hearts has been ignited and can no longer be extinguished!"
