The morning sun rises from the east, lighting up the golden sky and the undulating mountain forests. Cypress trees stand tall in the mountains, and the green and yellow needles sway in the wind, like the feathers of the gods. The morning sun rises into the sky, and the leaves in the mountains and forests fly. Late autumn
During the season, the Sierra Madre Oriental Mountains are like the colorful feathers of the Mother Earth, which is dazzling.
"This is the most beautiful time and a great time for hunting."
Shulot stood on the high ground, looking at the northern scenery, smiling. Behind him, the flag of the black wolf was flying high, and not far away was the surrendered red monkey camp. And below the high ground, thousands of
The Mexican warriors who planned the plan had a solemn look on their faces and their armor leaves were clanging as they rushed towards the main camp of Red Dog.
The king's eyes fell on the red dog camp. He looked carefully for a moment and pointed.
"Ozoma, is the one standing high and wearing the wolf robe Chichika?"
"Exactly, the respected Chief of Death."
Red monkey chief Ozoma knelt on the ground with an extremely respectful expression. He was like a slave wolf who had left the pack and re-loyed to the new wolf king.
"Ozoma, how dare you betray me!!"
At the height of the Red Dog Camp, the old Wolf King's eyes were red, suppressing his anger and feeling a bone-chilling chill. At this moment, the eyes of Chief Chichika were not stained by the forest, but withered everything, without the splendor of late autumn.
, only to see that winter is coming.
"Big Chief, the Red Monkey Tribe has rebelled. The Mexica Legion is about to attack!"
The guards looked panicked and knelt down at Chichika's feet. The Red Monkey tribe suddenly rebelled, and the enemy army was approaching in an instant. The main Red Dog camp had no time to recruit various troops and prepare for defense. At this moment, there were only four thousand soldiers in the camp.
About to engage the enemy's vanguard!
"What are you afraid of!"
Chichika shouted loudly, raised his foot, and kicked the guard to the ground. He looked fierce and showed no fear, and shouted angrily.
"When two packs of wolves meet in the wilderness, and both are hungry, they can only fight!"
"It's up to you, Chief!"
The guard turned over and continued to kneel on the ground. Chief Chichika was the backbone of everyone. As long as the chief did not panic, his heart would quickly calm down.
"Hold the camp! Raise the tribe's battle flag and blow the horn of a deadly battle! The red-haired hunter occupies the shooting height, the tribal warriors raise their shields to cover, and the chief's guard supervises the battle from behind. Select a group of death warriors and be ready to leave the camp at any time
assault!"
Chichika shouted sharply, and the military orders were passed down one by one. Then, the big leader paused for a moment and gave the order again.
"Send an envoy to Amosi in the Red Crow Camp and ask him to quickly lead all the troops in the valley to come for support!"
"It's up to you, Chief!"
Two people from the bodyguard immediately came out, carrying the leader's token, and ran towards the valley behind.
After arranging all this, Chichika showed murderous intent and roared fiercely.
"Go and bring all the children of the Red Monkey Tribe!"
Soon, the guards escorted six people. A few months ago, after establishing his status as the leader of the Red Dog Tribe, Chichika began to strengthen his authority. He recruited several important disciples from all major tribes.
, as the bodyguards who follow closely, they naturally include the Red Monkey Tribe.
Among these people, the one with the highest status was Ozoma's clan brother. As soon as he arrived, he fell to his knees on the ground and begged loudly.
"Big Chief, I didn't know anything about Ozoma's surrender before! Please... uh!"
Chichika strode forward, grabbed the opponent's hair with her left hand, took out a long dagger with her right hand, pointed it at the throat, and gave it a strong blow.
"Hey..."
The warmth of the big tent splashed out. Chichika stretched out her hand, and with the flowing warmth, she painted her face and hair bright red. This is an ancient custom in the wasteland, smearing sacred red to fight to the death!
Seeing this scene, the guards knew the determination of the big leader. They looked excited, took out their daggers, killed the remaining red monkey brothers, and then painted them bright red again.
"good!"
Chichika looked around and saw that the guards' morale was high, and they raised their heads and howled with satisfaction.
"Ouch! Cut off the heads of these people and hang them next to the red dog's flag. Today I will stand here, never take a step back, and fight to the death with the Mexicans!"
"Ouch! Fight to the death!"
All the guards shouted in unison, then split up and moved forward, commanding each team to fight to the death.
The main camp of Red Dog occupies the mountain pass, with mountains to the east, forests to the west, and mountain roads to the north and south. The Mexica army came from the south, with five hundred Red Frog soldiers at the forefront. The Red Frog soldiers attacked quickly, and fought with the Red Frog soldiers outside the main camp.
The dog scouts fought closely. Both sides were light hunters, attacking each other and competing for the position in front of the camp. Soon, blood was spilled everywhere.
Two-quarters of an hour later, the main force of the Mexica Legion finally arrived, and the scouts of the Red Dog Tribe were driven back to the camp. Bertard personally put on armor and commanded, waving the flag. More than a thousand temple crossbowmen spread out in front of the camp, approaching.
Within a hundred steps, they then fired arrows in unison.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The crossbow arrows were like rain, shooting upwards, and were nailed deeply into the wall of the red dog main camp, so that the hunter on the opposite side could not lift his head. The red dog main camp was built not long ago, and the wall of the stronghold is simple and low, just occupying the
The high place has a terrain advantage. At this moment, the tribal warriors held their wooden shields high, and the red-haired hunters crouched behind the village wall, waiting for a decisive fight.
There was no need to save arrows in today's battle. Bertard waited patiently until the crossbowmen fired five rounds and everything behind the wall was bright red before waving the battle flag again.
"The First Otopan Warrior Battalion, launch a charge! The Longbow Guards Battalion, approach and shoot!"
Fierce war drums sounded immediately, and thousands of Otopan warriors wore cotton armor, clutched war sticks and shields, and charged toward the high camp. Behind the gray-blue figures were more than a thousand longbow guards.
Wearing bronze cloth armor and holding large bows as tall as one man, they approached within fifty steps of the village wall and fired at the hunters in the camp.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The whistling rain of arrows struck from high places, hitting the vital parts of the Otomi warriors. The Red Dog tribe had more than 600 red-haired people, almost twice as many as ordinary large tribes. These elite hunters stood high and shot arrows.
There was no miss. In just two rounds of shooting, more than a hundred of the Otomi warriors who rushed into the battle were killed, and their morale dropped.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The sharp copper arrows flew up, with strong force, and penetrated the red-haired hunters at the height. The longbow guards had a cold expression, and relied on the protection of the copper armor to shoot down the enemy's elite. The red-haired hunters
After shooting another round of warriors, he had to change his target and shoot at the thick-skinned longbow guards.
The archers from both sides suppressed each other, and the charging Otomi warriors were no longer blocked. They roared and rushed towards the wall, then climbed up and fought hand-to-hand with the canine warriors!
The cruel close combat devoured the lives of the warriors on both sides. Blood and corpses fell like red leaves and bloomed like cactus flowers. In just half a quarter of an hour, nearly half of the one thousand Otopan warriors who charged into the battle were lost, and they were about to collapse.
Bertard looked calm, staring at the fighting wall. He saw the canine warriors gradually gathering under the wall, and the red-haired hunter also revealed his figure, and then he waved the command flag.
"First Vanguard Brigade, throw the power ball!"
The army set out from the fortress at the mouth of the river and marched more than 700 miles north. The gunpowder weapons it carried were very limited. When attacking the Red Fox Valley, the caltrops were consumed too much, and the remaining quantity was only enough for one round of throwing, which was left until this time.
In fact, early gunpowder would gradually lose nitrate powder during long-distance marches, thus weakening its power. At this time, the explosive power of the pottery caltrop was probably limited, and its more role was to shock the enemy.
"Praise the Lord God and devote yourself to God!"
The first group of two hundred vanguard barbarians prayed devoutly and shouted fervently. Then, they held the ignited divine power ball and rushed towards the village wall. Along the way, the longbow guards gave way to leave a wide charging channel.
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"Quick! Red-haired hunter, shoot the enemy who rushes to the battlefield!"
Seeing this scene, Chichika, who personally supervised the battle, changed his expression and shouted repeatedly. He heard Amosi from the Red Crow Tribe say that this kind of divine power ball is very powerful. Although it is inconvenient in the field, it is a real weapon for attacking camps!
The Red Dog tribe encountered such a weapon for the first time and had no reaction at all. Within a moment, hundreds of smoking balls were thrown into the camp and rolled down at the feet of the entangled and fighting warriors. The Ottopan warriors were already weak, and at this time
Even more souls were lost. They abandoned their enemies without their lives, jumped off the wall of the village, and fled outside the camp.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
The canine warriors were wondering, and terrifying explosions sounded like thunder. Hundreds of tribal warriors fell to the ground on the spot, and the red-haired hunters were also frightened by the roar and became dizzy. Bertard ignored the scattered first battalion of warriors and looked solemnly.
Order.
"The Second Otopan Warrior Battalion, charge to the death!"
"Roar! Kill!"
A thousand gray-blue warriors shouted and rushed to the camp. The new round of charge was overwhelming. Before the canine defenders could recover from the shock, they were hacked to death by the warriors. However, within half a moment, the wall of the main camp collapsed.
After several battles, the Red Dog tribe lost nearly a thousand warriors. The remaining more than 400 Red Dog tribes retreated to the camp and continued to shoot arrows to resist.
"Chief Guards come forward! Block me!"
Seeing the lost camp wall, Chief Chichika's eyes were splitting. The sun had just risen in the sky, and it would take time for the Red Crow reinforcements to arrive! He personally held a shield and came to the center of the camp to boost the morale of the tribe.
.The two thousand soldiers in reserve also rushed forward and fought again with the warriors who entered the camp.
Boiling cries of killing shook the mouth of the valley, and warm blood formed a stream. The Red Dog tribe refused to retreat, and the situation in the camp reached a stalemate.
Bertard took a hundred steps forward and arrived outside the main camp. He paid attention to the fighting in the camp and frowned deeply.
The terrain in the Red Dog Camp was complex, with ups and downs. Soldiers from both sides fought in a melee, and their teeth were intertwined. The sight of the archers was also blocked by the complex terrain, making it difficult to shoot.
The legion warriors have broken through the wall and penetrated deep into the camp. In the past, at this time, both the Tarasco defenders and the tribes in the Red Fox Valley would have quickly collapsed. However, at this moment, the Red Dog tribe is still fighting tenaciously, without any sign of failure.
There are signs of collapse. It is the Ottomi warriors who are about to lose their support!
"The Red Dog Tribe is so resilient!"
Shulot stood on the high ground and watched the battle. He saw the gray-blue crowd charging in, but was firmly blocked by the red dog warriors, and even slowly pushed back to the wall. The king was a little surprised and couldn't help praising his opponent.
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"Chichica is a hero because he can die at the service of brave men!"
Ozoma looked embarrassed and lowered his head in response. He didn't know how to answer for a moment. Two steps away, the poet Balamo looked at the battlefield with his eyes full of energy. He was inspired and chanted loudly.
"...The most beautiful agate in the world is the blood drop of warriors fighting! It shines in the dazzling sunshine, and it floats in the sacred wind...The tough and unyielding soul is like the solidified rock in the volcano
, even the God of Death, who leads the souls, cannot take you away!..."
"Um?"
Hearing this, "Death Chief" Shulot raised his eyebrows. Ozoma also raised his head in surprise.
Parramo paused for a moment, and then remembered His Highness's new title in the past two years. He continued to sing at the top of his lungs without changing his expression.
"But the power of death is always eternal! The unpredictable fate changes like clouds, but it will rain in the end. Just like the life of the warrior, it is destined to wither in the hands of the supreme god of death!..."
"Okay! Paramo, the poem is well done."
Hulot waved his hand, and Paramo shut up obediently. Hulot thought for a while, then looked to his side.
"Ozoma, Chichika seems determined to fight to the end. The sun has risen in the sky, and reinforcements from the valley may arrive at any time... I don't want the warriors to suffer too many losses, do you have any suggestions?
"
The king's gaze came to him, and Ozoma quickly bowed to the ground respectfully. His thoughts were running like lightning, and he soon had an idea.
"Dear Chief Death God. The Red Dog Main Camp was built not long ago, and there are indeed some oversights."
Ozoma replied respectfully.
"Um?"
"There are steep mountains to the east of the camp. If you climb the mountains and shoot from a high position, you can completely suppress the main camp!"
Shulot heard the news and went away, looked at the terrain of the main camp, and shook his head in disappointment.
"The mountains to the east are so steep, and there are canine hunters shooting on the mountainside. Even if we send elite troops to climb, we don't know how long it will take, and it will not help the current war situation!"
"Great Chief, do you know why the Red Monkey Camp is located on the high ground here?"
Hearing this, Ozoma showed a confident smile on his face.
"Oh? You mean..."
Shulot had a thought in his mind.
"Exactly! There is a hidden and narrow mountain road behind the high ground, which is connected to the mountains to the east of the main camp. From this mountain road to the north, it only takes two or three quarters of an hour to reach the mountain! As long as you occupy the terrain, you can not only suppress the camp
, even shooting Chichika is not difficult at all!"
"very good!"
Shulot nodded with satisfaction. He looked at the respectful Ozoma and suddenly smiled.
"Ozoma, the Red Monkey Tribe is familiar with the terrain. I heard that you have three hundred red-haired hunters. Just go out and attack for me!"
"Ah, this..."
Ozoma hesitated for a moment, then fell to his knees.
"Great Chief, the Red Monkey Tribe has suffered losses along the way, and now there are only two hundred red-haired people left!"
"It doesn't matter."
Shulot smiled and calmly ordered, but could not refuse.
"There are still three hundred red-haired people in the Red Frog tribe. Then let Miwa attack, bring along the red monkey hunters, and climb up the mountain road to attack! Five hundred hunters occupying the mountainous area will be enough to make the final decision."
"Miwa...Zukata..."
Hearing this familiar name, Ozoma was slightly in a trance, and his mood was ups and downs.
On the night of the Skyfire attack, Miwa led dozens of elites to raid the Red Monkey camp. They were defeated by Zukata's spear guards and were immediately captured by the tribe. Ozoma interrogated Miwa personally and learned what happened after the Red Frog tribe surrendered.
After receiving such treatment, I came up with the idea of surrendering.
Then, after garrisoning the front camp at the mouth of the valley, he sent Zukata to escort Miwa south as a sign of sincerity in negotiating. Unexpectedly, although Zukata secretly left, he still completed the escort mission. Now, the chief wants to let Miwa go south.
Wa, the elite hunter who came to lead the Red Monkey Tribe, things have really changed...
"Huh? What, Ozoma, you don't want to?"
Shulot looked at me with a mountain of pressure.
"Ah! I am willing to die for the great chief!"
Ozoma came to his senses and kowtowed to the ground.
"I will personally lead the guards..."
"No need. Ozoma, you stay with me and advise me."
Shulot shook his head. His smile was gentle, but it made Ozoma tremble all over.
"Leave the affairs of the Red Monkey Tribe to your personal guards to deal with temporarily!"
"...Yes, I will obey your orders, my Wolf King."
Ozoma pursed his lips and fell to the ground to accept the order. Then, he called his personal guards and ordered the red-haired hunter to move out. After a while, he gritted his teeth, looked at the fighting in the distance, and spoke softly.
"The Great Chief."
"Um?"
"I have another suggestion."
"Say it."
"Although the mountains and forests on the west side of the camp are dense, we can send an elite team to the back of the main camp!"
"You mean...block Chichika's escape route?"
Shulot was startled for a moment. He pondered for a while and then asked.
"In the current battle situation, if Chichika wants to retreat, the Red Dog tribe will collapse immediately, which will save the effort of attacking!"
"The great chief is wise and enlightened!"
Ozoma nodded respectfully first, and then spoke slowly.
"The team moved back, not to block Chichika's retreat, but to block his reinforcements!"
"Reinforcements? There are thousands of warriors in the Red Crow tribe. What role can a few small teams play? Conquering the Red Dog camp as soon as possible and seizing Chichika are the top priorities now!"
Shulot smiled and didn't care.
"Great Chief, a few small teams cannot stop everyone, but they can stop people's hearts."
"Block people's hearts?"
"Exactly."
Ozoma smiled faintly, his eyes shining like an old monkey in the deep forest.
"Red Crow Chief Amosi seems to be loyal, but in fact he is very scheming. If he comes with all his strength, he will naturally be unable to stop him. But if he has other ideas, these blocking teams can help him convince himself and his subordinates..."
After saying this, Ozoma bowed to the ground again and respectfully asked for battle.
"Great Chief, the Red Monkey Tribe still has 3,000 soldiers who can fight for you! The tribe can mobilize 500 elite soldiers who are familiar with the terrain to cut off the main camp's retreat!"
Hearing this, Shulot turned around and looked at Ozoma. The other person's face was full of sincerity, as if he truly surrendered and surrendered completely.
After a while, Shulot nodded.
"That's right! Ozoma, you are much smarter than Chief Red Frog. Send your men and do it!"
"Obey your orders! Powerful Death Chief, Ozoma is willing to submit to your power from now on and be your loyal wolf. As long as your power is immortal, my loyalty will never change... This oath to our ancestors
witness!"
Ozoma swore to the ground and uttered the words he had been preparing for a long time. He raised his head and looked at the expression on the chief's face before walking backwards and leaving.
Shulot smiled slightly, but there was a king's indifference in his eyes. He stood on a high place, squinted his eyes, and looked up at the sky.
At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and bursts of killing cries echoed in the mountains, mixed with dying cries. The sky was as blue as a wash, and the sun was as golden as fire. It was the blazing noon hour!
