The mountains rise and fall on the plateau, and the birds fly into the distance. The sun rises and the moon sets, the sky and the earth are always vast, and time and space are boundless into the distance. The trailing smoke and dust rise in the distant sky, and the vast team walks from the horizon to the eyes. The sunset and the moon
As the sun rises, the sky turns to dusk, and the army stops.
Wearing bronze armor, Shulot climbed onto the hill near the camp. He looked to the north, the rays of light stained the sky, reflecting colorful light and shadow on the mountains. The light and shadow changed, the clouds danced, the earth and the sky merged, but so
of elusiveness.
"Like the eyes of gods, looking at the human heart..."
The king looked calmly at the sky, his thoughts flying in the vast world. He already knew the battle situation in the valley, so he traveled day and night.
Toltec led the army to attack the valley. In just two days, the guards suffered 800 casualties, the Parmus warriors suffered 500 casualties, and the light archers suffered 200 casualties. There were 1,500 casualties before and after, and Black Wolf himself was injured and bedridden, unable to walk.
..
Shulot lowered his eyes slightly and looked into the distance. At this moment, the mountains of the valley were at the end of his sight, but only twenty or thirty miles away. The scouts from both sides communicated with each other and ran on the wasteland.
The king stared at the sky, as if feeling the state of mind of the gods. After a while, he whispered calmly.
"It is also like the painting brush of the gods. It uses the setting sun as water and the night sky as ink. When I put down the pen, the ink is soaked, which is a picturesque sunset... The gods use the sky as a painting, and the king uses the mountains and rivers to answer. My pen and ink are the same...
"
The warrior captain came in a hurry, and when he saw His Highness's calm expression, he paused slightly. At this moment, he suddenly thought of the late Lord Montezuma. After pausing for a few breaths, he respectfully stepped forward to ask for instructions.
"Your Highness, the legion camp has been set up, and the gunpowder and food have been properly placed. The civilians are preparing dinner."
Xiuluo nodded. The mountains in the wasteland were undulating, and the march was quite slow. Among the three thousand forbidden troops, there were 2,500 in armor, carrying eight wooden cannons and gunpowder, and two thousand militiamen transporting food. Fortunately, tomorrow
You will be able to reach the Taniguchi Camp.
"Bertard, where are the legions of Giovanni?"
"According to the report from the messenger, Prince Giovanni's Eastern Route Army is fifty miles north-northeast of the main army. They will continue to move northeast for one day, occupy the important territory in the northeast, and guard against the Red Dog Tribe in Palms City. The Red Dog Tribe
There have been frequent mobilizations recently, and they are mobilizing on a large scale. They may come to support the Red Fox Valley. The scouts of the East Route Army have fought against their red-haired soldiers many times, and it is estimated that there will be a battle."
"Send an envoy and tell Giowa! Let him stop marching, build a camp on the spot, control the nearby mountain roads, and cover the northeast of the army. The corn has not been harvested yet, and since the Red Dog tribe is mobilizing at this time, they will definitely send troops. Dog descendants
March quickly, be prepared to be attacked by them!"
Bertard took out a pen and paper, quickly recorded it, and drew a simple figure before handing it to the king. Xuelot glanced at it twice and stamped it. Then two personal guards brought the jade talisman and the decree.
Immediately run to the northeast.
"Where is Chalki's legion?"
"Your Highness, General Chalki's West Route Army is fifty miles away to the west. They sent an envoy to ask for instructions whether to join the Chinese army?"
Shulot pondered for a moment and shook his head.
"Send an envoy and order Chalki! There is no need for the West Route Army to merge and go directly to the northwest valley entrance of the Red Fox Valley. Since the canine descendants got into the pockets by themselves, they must not be let go. Well, let Chalki
Speed up and send two thousand elites to block the door first! Within two days, he must seal the northwest valley entrance to prevent most of the canine people from having a chance to escape!"
"As ordered, Your Highness."
Bertard bowed his head in salute and continued writing. Captain Chalki was illiterate, so the warrior commander drew a simple diagram and repeated the message. Soon, two more envoys left in a hurry.
"Bertard, the painting is good. The mountains, rivers and terrain are all well marked. The graphics and text are also very vivid."
Shulot smiled and patted the warrior commander on the shoulder. Then, the king turned around and looked at the smoke in the camp.
"The journey is long and the responsibilities are long and arduous. After the Northern Campaign, we will have the various tribes of Otomi select young men to study at universities in the royal capital! We should also send more literate priests..."
Smoke curled up into the dim sky. Groups of bonfires were swaying in the camp, and large groups of warriors were patrolling near the camp. Outside the camp, night covered the earth. Two figures wearing hats were hiding in the shadow of the grass. They were
With a solemn expression, he peered towards the Mexica camp several miles away.
The aroma of food wafted far away. Ivican swallowed and cursed in a low voice.
"Ouch! It's grilled corn tortillas. Damn it, the cactus tribe is really rich! At this time of year, the warriors can also eat delicious corn tortillas! I can only eat pumpkin for every meal..."
"Ivican, have you counted the smoke?"
Amosi asked in a low voice.
"The smoke is thick and black, and it's all mixed together. How can I count it clearly? There are no trees or grass in the wasteland, so I don't know what they are burning. I obviously didn't see them chopping wood..."
Ivican tried hard to watch for a long time, but still shook his head.
"Amosi, during the day, you saw the marching team. How many people did you estimate there were?"
"About four thousand to six thousand. In front are a large number of thick-skinned platinum cotton armors, and behind are a large group of militiamen transporting food. They bring strange wooden beasts with piles of food piled on top of them!"
"Oh, I saw it too! There are eight long wooden beasts in the middle of the team, painted with strange patterns, worshiped by hundreds of people and walking. The cactus tribe always has some strange and magical things. But the one in front of me
It should be the personal guard tribe of the Death Chief! It’s not unusual to have these.”
Iwekan nodded. He looked at the tall black wolf flag in the center of the camp, as if he were seeing the mysterious priest totem in the tribe. After a while, he spoke again in awe.
"Amosi, look at the smoke and dust of this march, it is indeed the size of a large tribe. The Death Chief personally led the tribe here, and brought so many evil things with him. Can the Taniguchi still be defended?"
Amosi was silent for a while and shook his head.
"This kind of thing... How would I, an ordinary tribal redhead, know about it?"
"Oh! Amosi, the chief has recruited red-haired people from various tribes to join the Red Fox army. Now, you are a member of our Red Fox tribe! I know your intelligence. Without you, I would not be able to get ahead.
A few days of work. By the way, the chief promised to give me a thousand warriors! From now on, I will lead the tribal warriors, and you will be the deputy leader. Well, I will leave all the men in your tribe to you. We two brothers, together
Across the wasteland!"
Several days have passed since the brutal Battle of Taniguchi, and all tribes in the valley suffered heavy losses. The Red Cat Tribe suffered casualties of three-quarters of its warriors, the Red Frog Tribe suffered a quarter of its casualties, and the Red Fox Tribe also suffered hundreds of casualties. Faced with this situation,
The three major tribes all began to recruit a large number of warriors from ordinary tribes to divide the tribes among themselves to make up for the losses in the war.
Amosi didn't speak. After a while, he slowly repeated it.
"Okay, Iwekan. We two brothers will roam the wasteland together."
This chapter has been completed!