The sky was clear and clear, the wind was high and the clouds were light. The afternoon sun was full of heat, and the dry wasteland was covered with dust. The dark green legion held the banner of the black wolf and rushed along the rolling mountains, heading towards the northwest forty miles away.
The smoke of the march rose into the sky and was still clearly visible dozens of miles away. The Guakili canine scouts saw all this on the mountains and passed the urgent news into the valley, making the Red Fox Valley even more panicked.
Iwekan's eyes were red and his war stick was stained with blood, standing on the camp at the northwest valley entrance. A thousand red fox warriors raised their bows and held spears, spread out inside and outside the valley entrance. They had completely controlled the situation and mastered the passage to the valley entrance. Nearby
The canine tribe was dispersed mercilessly, and then gathered in the corner of the valley mouth, fearfully waiting for the way to escape.
The valley road in the northwest is relatively wide and can pass thousands of people. There are hundreds of lying corpses in the valley road. They are all poor tribesmen. Thousands of young red foxes are carrying food on their backs and forming a long mixed queue.
Stepping over the fresh corpses and bright reds, they struggled to escape to the north. Not far away, two hundred chieftains' personal guards, wearing the gray-blue cotton armor of the Otomi people, guarding the red fox's heritage flag, were quickly heading towards the valley entrance.
Otua walked quickly in the center of the team. Although he was over forty years old, he was still running very fast. The red fox chief was wearing the dark green cotton armor of the Aztecs, and he stood out among the gray and blue team.
Conspicuous. Scouts were constantly running from the mountains in the valley, reporting back to him the latest military information.
"Chief, the Cactus tribe has separated a legion and is heading towards the mouth of the valley quickly! It is about the size of two ordinary tribes, and the distance is thirty miles away!"
The scouts rushed back and forth to report, then hurried away, like short-billed crows flying back and forth, bringing unfortunate news.
Chief Red Fox narrowed his eyes. He looked around at the migrating group, then at the sun above his head, and cursed in a low voice.
"Damn it! What a coyote that smelled something fishy, it came so fast!... Thirty miles, a quick march, just after noon... The Dingkou of the tribe had only withdrawn half, they had to find a way to survive until dark
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Otuwa kept walking and arrived at the camp at the mouth of the valley in a moment. Iwekan bowed his head and saluted.
"Chief, I dispersed the ordinary tribes at the entrance of the valley and killed hundreds of tribesmen who blocked the road. Ouch! The Red Crow tribe did not escape far, and they fled to the north and east more than thirty miles away..."
"Iwekan, you did a good job. Don't worry about the Red Crow tribe! The tribe will go directly to the northwest!"
Otuwa waved his hand. He stood on the high ground of the camp, not looking at the chaotic situation in the valley, nor listening to the noisy shouts in his ears. Chief Red Fox looked at the smoke in the south for a while, and then looked at the gathering near the mouth of the valley.
The ordinary tribe spoke in a deep voice.
"How many ordinary tribes have gathered at Taniguchi? How many Dingkou are there? How many warriors?"
"ah?"
Iwekan pulled his hair and calculated with difficulty for a long time.
"Chief, there were originally five small tribes here at the mouth of the valley. I destroyed one when I came here, and the remaining four tribes still have more than 3,000 people. Many of their warriors were recruited by the three major tribes, and it is estimated that only 400 are left.
Come on...Ouch! They are just a group of weak grass rats, facing the fierce red fox warriors, they don't even dare to hum!"
"Three thousand Dingkou, four hundred warriors..."
Otoit nodded and said nothing. He squinted his eyes and stared for two quarters of an hour, appraising the marching speed of the cactus warriors and clenching his hands silently.
"Iweikan, the Cactus tribe came too fast! By the time they got here, we had just left more than ten miles away, and we couldn't make it until dark."
"Ouch? Chief, what should we do?"
"...Iwekan, my warrior. You are an excellent shooter and brave in battle. I have always valued you very much!"
"Oh, Chief, I will fight for you!"
Hearing the chief's praise, Iwekan patted his chest hard.
"Well. My warrior, facing the pursuit of the coyote, the grass rat cannot run around with its head buried... I have a task for you!"
"Ouch?"
"Take the thousand warriors in your hands! Wait for the tribe's brigade to leave the mouth of the valley, drive away the three thousand tribesmen gathered here, and attack the Cactus tribe's legion!"
"ah?"
Iwekan's expression changed and his whole body trembled.
"Chief, these three thousand tribal people are totally vulnerable! If one thousand tribal warriors are to fight against two to three thousand cactus warriors... they will definitely not be able to defeat them!"
Otois looked at the red-haired captain with a stern face and stern eyes.
"Stupid! Iwekan, I didn't let you fight to the death with the cactus warriors! You drove the tribesmen to the front and disrupted the march of the cactus army. Even three thousand grass rats are enough for the wolves to catch for a long time! Then wait for the tribesmen.
Once the rout is over, you can harass us a few more times until it gets dark and then retreat as soon as possible!"
"There are still 20,000 tribes in the valley, two big tribes. As long as we retreat in time, the cactus warriors will not let us go! Remember, you can run faster than anyone else!"
Ivican pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth.
"Okay! Chief, I'll go!"
"Okay! When you come back, I will betroth my daughter to you! No matter how many warriors you lose in battle, I will replenish it for you. Iweikan, the continuation of the Red Fox tribe is up to you!"
"Oh! Chief Dad, I will fight to the death for you!"
Iwekan's eyes turned red again. He knelt down, kowtowed to Otuwa, stood up and left.
A thousand red fox warriors immediately took action. They were fully armed, surrounded the ordinary tribes in the corner of the valley, and announced the order for tribal recruitment. As soon as a tribal leader refused, Iwekan shot him to death with an arrow, and more than a dozen who resisted
The personal guards were also killed. Before long, the Red Fox warriors took control of the three thousand tribesmen, forcing them to throw away their large and small bags of luggage, grab simple stone spears and hammers, and prepare desperately for battle.
The sky was setting, and six thousand red foxes finally left the valley. With bare feet and grain on their backs, they faced the setting sun and fled deep into the northwest wilderness. Behind them were two thousand red foxes guarding them.
Fox warriors. Many of these warriors come from ordinary tribes and were forcibly recruited. Now, they have left the valley with the Red Fox tribe and left their tribe forever. Their hearts are full of complicated emotions.
Otuwa led the chief's bodyguard, standing on a high place, looking towards the south. The cactus warriors were running all the way, and they were only ten miles away at this time. The smoke and dust from the south were approaching, almost blending with the noise of the valley.
Chief Red Fox looked eastward at the valley. War drums were blaring at the mouth of the valley in the southeast, and distant fighting could be heard in the wind. It was clear that the fighting was fierce. And along the narrow valley, tens of thousands of canine tribes were in chaos, competing for food with each other.
They trampled on each other and killed each other. Various debris was discarded everywhere in the valley, and among the debris there were clumps of blood.
However, the escape route was blocked by warriors from large tribes, and ordinary tribes could only escape through the trails in the mountains in the north. The mountain roads were narrow, and the tribes collided into a group, and even a thousand people could not escape even after a long time.
"Oh, stupid grass rats..."
Otoit shook his head. He did not blockade the north, leaving a narrow escape route just to prevent the "grass rats" from attacking the valley entrance.
"Goodbye, Chief Red Cat and Red Frog! With the blessing of our ancestors, we will meet again in the wilderness!"
Chief Red Fox showed a mocking smile, then stopped staying and turned around to leave. Behind him, Iwekan led a thousand tribal warriors and drove three thousand numb tribesmen to kill the Cactus Legion several miles away.
The plateau is vast, the sun is setting slowly, and there is another purple setting sun. Three thousand tribesmen are running under the setting sun, like a desperate group of rats, rushing towards the array of two thousand imperial guards.
Bertard frowned slightly and shook his head. Fierce shouts of killing suddenly sounded outside the valley entrance in the northwest, accompanied by one-sided killing. A large pile of blood spilled on the ground, stained with purple-red light in the setting sun, like a ghost.
Kingdom comes to earth.
This chapter has been completed!