The leader of the red dog stood on the hill and asked in a cold voice. His eyes were red and his face was full of ferocious killing intent, but he suppressed and remained calm. Behind him, there were hundreds of red-haired hunters following him.
There is a waving red dog flag.
"Big Chief, we have traveled fifty or sixty miles over the past day, and the whole journey has been difficult to pass through mountain roads. The Cactus Warrior has not caught up, and is at least more than ten miles away."
Amosi stood behind Chichika and also looked to the south. What he saw was a scene of fleeing. In the narrow mountain road, the canine tribes were poorly dressed and without weapons, and they were mixed together in a haphazard way. Thousands of them were mixed together.
The tribal warriors looked panic-stricken and ran towards the old camp in the north in a chaotic manner, not at all slow.
The rapid march raised smoke and dust all over the sky, startling birds in the mountains and forests. Vultures and crows circled and danced, making ominous cries from time to time. Farther away, the Mexica flag could be seen in the distance. A large group of gray-blue and ink
The green figure swayed among the mountains in the sky, like a giant crawling snake, greedily devouring all the straggler tribes.
"What's going on with the enemies there?"
Chichika stood for a moment and pointed to the far south. The canine tribes in the mountain road stretched for several miles. Before they could run steadily for a long time, there was a sudden noise at the end of the south. Several small groups at the back started fighting again.
Amosi narrowed his eyes, looked at it for a while, and said with certainty.
"The big boss is chasing a small group of enemies, only about a hundred or so. The cactus warriors always wear armor and shields, and carry big bows, so they can't move so fast. Looking at the attire of these people, most of them should be arcana who are familiar with the terrain.
Tommy dogs, and some red frog tribesmen who are running lightly!"
"Red Frog Tribe..."
Hearing this, Chichika looked gloomy and clenched his hands tightly. He turned his head and looked at the solemn-looking Chief Red Monkey.
"Ozoma, you said that you encountered a night attack that night. Among the enemies killed were more than a dozen red-haired people, who were also members of the Red Frog tribe who had sneaked into the camp?"
"Yes, Chief Chichika. The red frog warriors sneaked into the camp and took advantage of the sky fire to attack the camp, making it difficult for people to guard against it. Even my camp almost collapsed."
Ozoma nodded fearfully. There were more than a hundred red-haired hunters beside him, as well as dozens of spear guards.
The mountain road went all the way north without any forks. The various tribes retreated day and night and soon gathered together. The Red Deer tribe was the fastest and had already fled back to the valley. Chief Red Stork died in the chaos of the night attack, and Chief Red Salamander did not know what happened.
There were no traces, both parts were scattered everywhere.
Chichika ran all the way, erected the red dog flag, and gathered all the troops. Now, with 600 reds in his hands, he gathered more than 2,000 defeated troops. Ozoma escaped earlier, and there were more than 200 reds.
Hair hunters, 1,500 tribal warriors. Amosi took a few personal guards and crossed the mountains to rejoin Alan and others. He was the first to arrive here, with more than a hundred red hair in his hand, and he took the opportunity to collect them.
Nearly a thousand soldiers.
"Uman, my warrior!... Roar! Coca! I will put you in a cloth bag and let the giant beasts from the north trample you into a pulp!!"
Chichika suppressed his anger and roared like a wounded beast. Just two days ago, he had fifteen thousand troops in his hands, all of whom were elites recruited from various ministries. But now, red dogs, red monkeys, red crows,
Putting the three together, there are only 5,000 warriors left!
Seeing the anger of the big leader, Amosi lowered his head and remained silent. Ozoma raised his brows and observed silently, weighing in his mind.
Chichika roared a few times and stopped roaring. He stared at the fighting team in the south, his eyes gradually filled with a fierce light before hunting.
"Ozoma, Amosi, we can't escape further north!"
Hearing this, both of them raised their heads and looked at the big leader in surprise.
Chichika regained her composure.
"Now the tribes are just broken up, and not many people died in the battle. Many tribesmen are left behind. If we flee further north, these people will become prisoners of the Cactus tribe! I have sent envoys to go to the valley in advance. The tribes in the valley
We are all making urgent preparations, summoning our troops, and recruiting new soldiers. We also have to buy time for the old camp in the valley!"
"Chief Chichika, the soldiers from all the units have just been gathered together. The morale of the army is so shattered that they cannot hold on for long..."
Ozoma hesitated.
"No, we won't keep it this time!"
Chichika shook her head.
"Big boss, you mean, the old method?"
Upon hearing this, Amosi's eyes flashed and he made a scouting gesture to ambush.
"Exactly!"
Chichika nodded approvingly. He made a decision and waved his hand vigorously.
"The Cactus Warriors are behind, and those who are chasing after them are native dogs and traitors! They can't guard against the old methods, and the number of red hairs in our hands is enough. Right here, fight with the chasing Otomi native dogs.
field!"
The leader of the red dog looked determined, and his fighting spirit was once again ignited. He looked at the two chiefs and shouted like a beast.
"The main force of the red dogs will fight and retreat to lure the chasing native dogs! Ozoma, take five hundred elites along the mountain path and go around to the south to hide. When the enemy's main force passes by, you will rush out and attack them.
The rear team!"
"Amosi, take your red-haired hunters and ambush in the mountains and forests on both sides. When the leader of the native dogs passes by, you will lead the archers to launch a sneak attack to hunt down the enemy chief!"
"When all the ambush troops come out to disturb the enemy, I will turn around with the red hair of the tribe to attack them and cut off their heads!"
Ozoma and Amosi looked at each other, knelt down on one knee at the same time, and respectfully accepted the order.
"It's up to you, Chief!"
A cool long wind blew through the valley, raising pieces of yellow leaves. The yellow leaves fell, covering the bodies lying everywhere, and also fell on the red-stained mountain roads. On both sides of the mountain roads, many captured melons were kneeling.
The canine captives all looked panicked, their movements were timid, and they no longer had the same bravery as when they invaded the south.
Under the guard of hundreds of warriors, Mesper strode forward. He lightly dusted the yellow leaves that had fallen on his cotton armor, and suddenly kicked hard, knocking a kneeling red-haired prisoner to the ground.
There was a sudden click on the red-haired prisoner's leg, and he rolled on the ground and howled.
"Tsk, tsk, can the brave red-haired hunter also howl?"
Seeing this scene, Mesper's usually cautious face finally showed a hint of contentment. Returning to his homeland, the memories of certain canine descendants when they invaded the south came to his mind, making him unable to help but be ashamed and furious.
He suddenly took out his war stick, adjusted the direction of the sharp blade, pointed it at the wailing prisoner, and chopped it off with one blow!
"Ah! Haha! This time, it's you who escaped!"
Mesper looked at the red-haired head rolling down, as if the nightmare in his heart was shattered. He laughed heartily for a long time, and then shouted to the guards beside him.
"Speed up the pace! The whole army is chasing me! I want to take off the red-haired dog's head!"
