The rapid sound of war drums echoed in the mountains, and the fierce shouts of killing drowned out the miserable howls. The tangy blood spread in the camp, dyeing the yellow vegetation red. Suddenly, a burst of excited shouts rang out from the vanguard of the camp.
"The enemy has escaped!..."
Shulot stood on a hill and watched the battle. He saw nearly two thousand Guamarei warriors like a gray-blue tide, shouting and stirring, flooding into the mountain camp. The canine descendants gradually couldn't resist it and retreated in confusion.
The camp retreated, and there seemed to be fire in some places. Then, one of the chief's personal guards held a spear in his hand, took down the red monkey flag in the camp, and fled to the rear.
"The camp is down. Chalky did a great job!"
The king smiled and nodded slightly. The large group of canine descendants were dispersing from behind the camp, leaving only two to three hundred people behind, which obviously could not hold on for long. The king looked at the warrior chief beside him.
"Bertard, take five hundred personal guards and go to the front line to rein in the vanguard. You are not allowed to go into the forest to chase and fight with the enemy!"
"As you command!"
The warrior commander bowed his head in salute. Then, he turned around, summoned his personal guards, and observed the situation in the camp. After a while, he frowned.
"Your Highness, there is a fire in the camp."
Shulot looked from a distance and saw sporadic flames burning on the hay, which had already ignited a large pile of wood. Within a moment, acrid thick smoke rose from the fiercely fighting camp, and the fighting figures became shadowy.
, the number of arrows fired gradually became sparse.
"The fire started very quickly...the canine descendants were well prepared and took the initiative to set the fire!"
"Indeed. The canine descendants took the initiative to burn down the camp. It seems that they were ready to retreat and their fighting will was low."
Bertard nodded in agreement, then looked worried.
"There is no rain during the dry season. The camp is close to the mountains and forests. Once a fire breaks out, it may be difficult to extinguish!"
"Forest fires..."
Shulot looked at the surrounding mountains and forests, recalled the scene in his memory, and gave the decisive order.
"Blow the conch! Order the vanguard to retreat!"
"Didi!...Didi!..."
The shrill sound of the retreating conch horn passed through the hundreds of meters of mountain road, passed through the increasingly dense black smoke, and reached the fighting camp.
It was late autumn, the weather was dry, the vegetation was yellowing, and a lot of hay and wood were deliberately stored in the camp, which were easy to burn. Once the raging fire started, it quickly lost control and spread fiercely around.
The hundreds of soldiers in the front line, their eyes red and blackened by the smoke, were still entangled tightly. They coughed hard while fighting ferociously, turning each other or themselves into corpses. Surrounded by the flames and thick smoke, the blood
Splashing wantonly, the corpses overlapped and fell. Then, the churning flames licked up, and a strange aroma filled the air.
Chalki hunched over, coughing and gave the order to withdraw. He ignored the front formation surrounded by flames and took only more than a thousand warriors from the rear formation and fled quickly outside the camp.
The mountain wind blew randomly, and the flames kept coming, igniting the armor of the warriors. The middle-aged chief kept his feet, beating the flames on his cotton armor with his hands. By the time he escaped from the camp, the cotton armor had been burned, and even his hair was damaged.
A large part of it was burned away.
Barda looked at the bald, dark-faced middle-aged chief, and suppressed a smile. Well, the middle-aged bald man somehow fit the bill. Then, he looked ahead, and billowing smoke rose up, completely obscuring the shooting target.
Line of sight. The hot wind blows from the front, still making people feel warm even though they are dozens of steps away.
Not long after, shrill howls sounded in the burning camp, and vaguely smoking figures ran wildly, then fell to the ground. The suffocating smoke made the soldiers lose the ability to move. When the fire hit, they burst out
The final sound was then reduced to a burning crackle.
"The fire was so strong that the fighting Guamare warriors..."
Barda smelled the burnt smell in the wind and shook his head. He quickly waved his war stick and shouted to the left and right.
"The whole army retreats and stays away from the mountains and forests on both sides!"
On the edge of the mountain forest, Red Monkey Chief Ozoma looked gloomy, staring blankly at the fire that swept through the camp.
The blazing flames continued to extend, like a terrifying demon. The demon opened its mouth and completely engulfed the camp. It was so greedy for life that it not only devoured more than four hundred Gua Mare warriors in the front line, but also devoured two hundred in the rear.
There were many canine warriors. Then, it stretched out its burning claws and rushed towards the mountains and forests on both sides. The thick smoke, like an evil scout, had already poured into the forest first, forcing out the ambush soldiers.
Thousands of canine warriors screamed in fear, creating chaos.
Chief Massat of the Red Deer ran out of the forest and ran quickly in front of him. He looked at the mountain fire that was getting more intense and turned the sky black. His face suddenly lost color, and then he became angry.
"Ahem! Ahem!...Damn red monkey, what did you do!"
"I was... preparing a surprise for the Mexicans... so I set a fire..."
Ozoma looked at the flames rushing towards him, his face half-smiling and half-crying. He just wanted to ignite the camp, but never thought of igniting the entire mountain.
Within a few minutes, the fire in the camp had completely blocked the mountain road, and continued to spread in the wind, igniting the oily pines and cypresses. Soon, a fire also broke out in the forest, and the rolling heat wave hit us, and many dogs
The warrior's hair was set on fire by the fire and he retreated in fear.
"Damn it! Damn it! My red hair!... Ozoma, you set such a fire in the autumn forest, do you want to burn us all to death!"
Massat covered his hair and stepped forward angrily. Then, he grabbed Ozoma's collar with one hand and shook it back and forth vigorously.
"What are you still looking at here! The mountain fire has started! There is no rain at this time, and it is impossible to extinguish it until the forest for more than ten miles is burned! Why don't you quickly escape with me?...The mountain forest is completely different from the wilderness.
You are still a smart red monkey..."
Massat roared a few words, then grabbed Ozoma's arm, led hundreds of guards, and ran desperately to the camp behind. The canine warriors of the two tribes also stumbled along the mountain road,
They fled to the east. From time to time, panicked canine descendants fell down and were injured, and were swallowed up by the chasing mountain fire.
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In this era, once a forest fire breaks out, it cannot be extinguished by manpower. All we can do is wait for the forest to burn up. In the face of the ferocious flames, tens of thousands of coalition warriors and canine warriors were forced to retreat to both ends, and they retreated continuously.
Out ten miles.
Shulot abandoned the Red Deer Camp and retreated all the way to the rear camp. He first urgently ordered the army to retreat, then summoned thousands of warriors, collected the copper axes of all the guards, and cut down an isolated section of land day and night in the sparse forest.
Firebreak. Within two days, the fire burned along the mountain forest, engulfing the Red Deer Camp and burning right up to the eyes.
In this era of emerging civilization, natural flames were always endowed with the will of gods and burned in the hearts of warriors. Facing the incoming fire, the Otomi warriors panicked and panicked, taking it as an ominous omen and clamoring for demands.
Withdraw troops.
"Praise be to the Most High Lord God! He protects us, and even the fire cannot come in!..."
In front of the mighty mountain fire, the king built a high altar and held a sacred ceremony. In order to appease the greedy gods, and to appease the tens of thousands of panicked and restless troops, two hundred and sixty dog-born captives were sacrificed in the ceremony.
He was tied up and thrown into the fire. After the grand sacrificial ceremony, the raging fire finally gradually became smaller in the firebreak, and was then stopped by human power.
"Huhu... The mountain fire has finally stopped, and the military morale of the Ottomi warriors has stabilized!"
With a solemn expression, Shulot stood on the altar several meters high and looked at the legion at his feet. Thousands of Otomi warriors fell to the ground and prayed devoutly to the Lord God for his blessing. Then, two people
Ten thousand warriors stood up one after another and looked at the king with reverence as if they were looking at a god.
"The power of wildfires is actually so great..."
Shulot looked to the east. The sky-long flames were still burning in the mountains and forests at both ends, devouring all living creatures. Large flocks of birds fled far away, and the burned forest was filled with deathly silence. Seeing this scene, a new feeling came to the king's heart.
Strategy.
"Well, I wonder what the current situation is like for the canine on the other side?"
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