The wind blew, and the grass and trees turned yellow. The colorful red leaves blew down from the hills around the valley, covering the large bodies of corpses in the valley, staining them with a brighter red.
The precise shooting of the canine hunters only lasted for half a quarter of an hour, and nearly two hundred palm warriors were attacked and killed. More than a hundred red-haired elites in the valley immediately launched a charge and routed the remaining hundreds of warriors. The short ambush suddenly
It was intense and ended quickly. The Guakili warriors roared, waved their bronze spears, shot feather arrows, and chased the defeated enemies.
Zotor, the leader of the palm family, remained motionless and fell on the grass. His eyes widened unwillingly, dozens of sharp copper arrows were inserted into his body, and the red color was spreading under his body. Death came so suddenly that he didn't even give a warning.
When he left his last words, until he died, there was still surprise and confusion in his eyes, as if he was still asking: Why did I die suddenly? The northern barbarians who attacked by surprise...
"Haha, stupid deer, you can deceive the enemy, ambush and behead him, it's really tried and true!"
The red monkey Ozoma grinned widely and led hundreds of hunters to quickly climb down the cliffs on both sides. Behind him, hundreds of Guakili warriors emerged from the cliffs. They whispered.
The wolf howled and killed the palm warriors outside the valley along the edge of the cliff.
"Red Monkey, I just can't figure it out. Why do I come to lure the enemy every time? Being chased is like a dead dog. You have to conserve your strength at all times to avoid throwing away the opponent."
Red Deer Massat was panting and a little dissatisfied. He lured the enemy all the way, but was chased by Zotor for twenty miles, and finally he was lured to the valley where the ambush was.
It sounds simple to deceive the enemy, but it is actually a real technical job, especially when running on two feet. If the soldiers do not have enough fighting will, they will collapse if they run away; and if they do not have enough maneuverability and experience
, if you run, you will escape the wrong way. When Massat ran away, he not only had to control his speed, but also constantly adjusted his direction. In the process, he lost a dozen elite people who lured the enemy.
"Dalu, isn't it because you have experience and can run fast?"
"Hmph! Red Monkey, if you lure the enemy a few times, you will gain experience."
"Masat! I am the leader of the Red Monkey Chapter, and you are the deputy leader. According to the rules of the southern tribe, you must obey my orders!"
Red Monkey Ozoma straightened his face and pressed the brand new bronze sword on his waist. There was a bit of pride in his words. After the Northern Expedition, he was highly regarded by His Majesty and became the leader of a three thousand-man battle group.
Luma Sater served as his deputy. The three thousand warriors under their command were selected from tens of thousands of western dog descendants, and all of them were good at fighting.
"...Okay. But I am responsible for the most dangerous task of luring the enemy. According to the rules of the big southern tribes, these two hundred or so heads are mine!"
Red Deer Masat paused, his eyes flashed, and told his plan.
"As for the subsequent battle achievements, we must share them equally!"
"...Here it is for you! It's just more than two hundred heads. I thought the southern tribes were as difficult as the Death Chief's tribe, but I didn't expect them to be so vulnerable. Now it seems, let alone hundreds of heads
Level, even a few thousand is easy!"
Ozoma looked confident. He thought for a moment and then looked at the body of the palm chief Zotol.
"The head of that southern chief..."
"Mine too!"
Massat looked anxious and shouted.
"He has been chasing me for so long, I want to knock his skull off and use it as a bowl!"
The use of human bone vessels is also a tradition of the wasteland tribes. However, there is a shortage of food and wine in the wasteland. The canine people cannot use wine glasses and can only use bowls. According to the wasteland priest, this kind of vessel can absorb the enemy's courage and life, allowing the warriors to
Be braver and stronger!
"Here you go, it's all yours. Although this southern chief is brave, he's not very smart. If I use his skull to make a bowl, he'll become stupid if I don't do it. It's just right for you, silly deer!"
Ozoma laughed, full of victory.
"But the heads of these people are still of great use. The warriors put their heads on spears to intimidate the enemy warriors and villages!"
"Okay! The enemy on the opposite side has lost its leader and scattered into a long snake. It can be defeated in one fell swoop!"
Masat's grin was obviously not heard by Ozoma's secret sarcasm.
The two wilderness chiefs talked and laughed for a while. The red-haired hunters had already cut off the enemy's heads and strung them on sharp spears. Then, without stopping, the hunters turned back to kill at the mouth of the valley in the south. There, on
The Qianguajili warriors fought fiercely and had just defeated another wave of chasing enemies.
The red leaves were flying, and three thousand red monkey battle groups gathered from all sides, driving away the defeated palm warriors and attacking the enemies behind. They held high the head of the palm patriarch Zotor, howled like wolves, and fired deadly arrows.
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"Ouch!"
"Palm Patriarch Zotor is dead!"
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The friendly forces collapsed, the leader died, both wings were attacked, and arrows rained continuously...Under the rapid and rapid attacks of the canine descendants, the three thousand palm warriors who came out of the city to fight had no time to stand up, and were trapped by the defeated army and fled back.
The disintegrating formation was like a landslide, surrounded by ferocious howling wolves on three sides, leaving only a desperate escape route to the south.
The tragic rout lasted for twenty miles, from the ambush valley to the foot of Apatchingan City. Along the way, there were corpses of palm warriors everywhere, most of them with their backs upwards.
Hundreds of canine warriors happily cut off the heads of fallen warriors and groped for each other's relics. Whenever they touched jade, gold and silver jewelry, the canine warriors screamed with excitement. Whenever they touched wood and stone,
Ornaments, the dog-born cursed in a low voice. The tribe had just settled down and was still very poor. As long as they could rob two valuables and bring them back, it would be worth a year's farming! But the dog-born warrior didn't touch anything.
, he could only keep a cold face, carry the bronze spear and long bow, and continue to pursue.
"Chase, keep chasing, don't stop! Damn it! Everyone has a share in the seized property!"
The red monkey Ozoma cursed and, together with Masat, drove the tribal warriors to continue the pursuit. Although ordinary tribal warriors fought bravely and were very tenacious in adversity, as long as they won a victory and were faced with the temptation of trophies, they would
The rules of combat were forgotten. Their discipline could not yet be compared with that of the samurai legions.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! One day later, thousands of canine legions finally gathered again and came to the city of Apatchingan. After the war priests counted their military exploits, they gave away two thousand palms
The heads of the warriors were built into the capital, stacked within 200 steps of the city. The morale in Apatchingan City instantly fell to the bottom.
The Palm Patriarch led 3,000 men to fight, but was defeated within a few days. Of the 3,000 warriors, 2,000 were killed, 500 were captured, and only 500 remaining soldiers fled back to the city. The rebellious southwest nobles were panic-stricken, and were terrified day and night.
.Even though there are still 6,000 militiamen and 4,000 strong men in Apachingan City, after losing the warriors who are good at fighting, they completely lost the ability to fight outside the city.
Being trapped in an isolated city is bound to be a dead end. And the only hope is the more than 10,000 reinforcements from "Shield" Chief Chimali!
Black Wolf Toltec, with hundreds of personal guards, stopped at the foot of Apatchingan City. He frowned and looked at the situation at the top of the city.
This important town in the southwest played an important role in the old dynasty. It was the frontline military city for the Kingdom of Tarasco to conquer the Tecos. Apatchingam State is named after this city. The entire city is not large, but the height of the city wall is nearly six meters.
It is even higher than Kuramo City. Because there is sufficient stone in the nearby mountains, the towering city wall is made of granite of different sizes, volcanic rock, soil and corn mortar. Although the city wall in front of you looks ugly, it is actually strong.
Very. In the past hundred years, the Tekos people invaded several times, but there was nothing they could do about this stone military city.
"No wonder Zotor dared to rebel. It turned out that he relied on this strong city..."
Black Wolf watched for a moment and murmured to himself. He pondered for a moment and then ordered five hundred red-haired hunters to shoot for cover and five hundred Prepecha warriors to test and attack the city.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The red-haired hunters, wearing cotton armor, approached within eighty paces. Braving the scattered rain of arrows, they fired at the archers at the top of the city! The arrows roared, intertwined with each other, and shot through the bodies of the warriors. Dozens of people died in a matter of seconds.
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Black Wolf frowned again. After surrendering to the kingdom, the southwest nobles also learned the craftsmanship of making long bows. At this time, the big bow flashed on the city top, and it was powerful. It would be difficult for the archers to close in and suppress them without paying huge casualties.
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"Dong dong dong!"
The war drums sounded, echoing in the mountains and forests. Five hundred Prepecha warriors held high their shields and carried simple wooden ladders towards the city wall of Apatchingan. The Prepecha warriors rushed within fifty steps, and the top of the city was
The arrow rain then turned and began to penetrate the cotton armor and kill the warriors. Within twenty steps, the javelin from the city head was thrown down, breaking the shield and hitting the wooden ladder. Further back, the Apatchingan militiamen lifted heavy
Stones and clay pots filled with lime are ready to be dropped.
"Dip!...Dip!...Dip!..."
The Prepecha warriors withstood the fierce attack, but before they even approached the city, the retreating conch horn suddenly sounded. The warriors paused, then threw down the wooden ladder and hurriedly retreated.
, a burst of cheers suddenly broke out.
"Ah? Dear Commander of the Black Wolf Army..."
Ozoma looked at the black wolf Toltec.
"No fight! Ezpin's spear army is about to move westward. This broken city is so tough, let him chew it!"
Toltec looked calm and waved his hand. He would never do such a stupid thing again as he gained wisdom and attacked a fortress.
"Apachingan is an isolated city and has completely lost its ability to fight in the field. Ozoma, leave five hundred people to guard it, and we will continue to move west! Koka has been keeping an eye on the 'Shield' tribe. Chief Chimali has more than 10,000 people.
People have entered the Apa Plain!"
"Okay, legion commander! Let us have a good fight with these southern barbarians!"
"No, Chief Chimali's tribal warriors have just come out of the mountains and their morale is high. We will leave two thousand troops to hang on to him and won't fight for the time being."
"Ah? Commander of the army, where should we fight?"
Ozoma understood clearly in his heart, but still pretended to have a confused expression on his face.
"Ha ha!"
Toltec laughed out loud and taught proudly.
"Ozoma, you need to learn more! Guakili warriors roam the wasteland and are the best at running! Let us go deep into the mountains and dig out his lair!"
"The legion commander is wise!"
"Ha ha!"
The black wolf's laughter dispersed into the wind, headed southwest, and turned into chilling thunder.
This chapter has been completed!