The personal guard Wuman nodded, with a ruthless look on his face.
"I will personally lead the team at night and kill the Otomi native dog properly!"
"Haha! Very good, a brave warrior should be fearless!"
Chichika laughed loudly. He stretched out his fist and hit Uman's chest hard. Then, the Red Dog Chief looked coldly towards the forest where the fighting stopped.
"Uman, chop off the heads of the hundreds of Otomi warriors who died in battle! The heads are piled up outside the next camp. If the Otomi come out for revenge, they will hunt again!"
"At your command, Chief!"
Wuman nodded repeatedly. Then, he pointed to the central camp, where a flying bird flag was flying. Hundreds of archers were stationed in the camp, and some warriors still held longbows in their hands.
"Chief, why not just pile the heads outside the camp of Chief Otomi! If he continues to cower like a tortoise, the morale of the local dogs will not be good!"
Hearing this, Chichika narrowed her eyes and looked at the fortified Otomi camp.
"Okay, bring the red-haired man who is good at shooting and let's go do it!"
"At your command, Chief!"
Uman looked excited and left quickly. Soon, the dead forest became noisy again. Hundreds of canine descendants, carrying their bloody heads, lined up in a loose formation and poured outside the camp.
More than a hundred steps away. They insulted the camp with abandon, and then piled their heads on the soft soil, dyeing the soil with bright red.
Under the flag of Asuka, Giowa clenched his fists and looked at the provocative canine outside the camp, burning with anger.
"Damn the Guakili Hounds! Damn the Red Dog Chief! Damn it!"
Giowa beat his chest angrily, and the bronze cloth armor made a metallic collision sound. He felt the solidity of the metal, remembered His Highness's military strategy, and calmed down a little.
"His Highness has said that as a commander, you must restrain your emotions, especially when you are angry, and you must not send troops. You must give full play to your own advantages and limit the enemy's advantages. The dog-born are good at close combat in the mountains and forests. Compared with them, the Otopan warriors are good at battles.
..”
"The king of birds of the Otomi people, the shrunken armadillo, the short lynx!..."
The insults outside the camp became more and more unbearable and could be heard.
"Damn it, damn it! Guard warrior, come with me to fight!"
Giowa's eyes were red and he ordered angrily. In the past few days, he has been refusing to fight. The warriors complained that the new leader's prestige was already shaky. Today, the front camp even attacked without permission, causing many losses. If the dog-born is allowed to continue,
Humiliated, the military morale of the Ottopan warriors was really shattered!
While Giowa was thinking hard, looking for an excuse to attack, he put on a bronze helmet and inserted several bright feathers. Then, he reached out and touched the strong metal armor, thought carefully for a while, and put it on again.
A layer of tough leather robes. The coyote-like prince carefully made all preparations before taking all the archers and leading a thousand warriors out of the camp.
The horn of the attack sounded loudly, and the elite Otopan warriors rushed out of the camp. They were divided into two formations. The front formation killed hundreds of provocative canine men, while the rear formation raised their big bows and fired at the dogs farther behind.
Asian warrior shooting.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
A fierce rain of arrows roared in, and sharp screams ripped through the forest. More than twenty dog-born people died in an instant. Soon, the samurai who came out of the battle started fighting with the provocative canine-born. Within a moment of fighting, the samurai were killed.
He killed dozens of canine men, and the rest fled to the rear like a pack of rats.
"well!"
In the mountain forest behind, Wuman held the captured longbow, full of excitement before hunting. Behind him, there were three hundred red-haired people who were good at shooting, and five hundred warriors who were ready for close combat. The members of the Red Dog Tribe
The elites are lying in ambush here, ready to launch a sharp attack on the leader of the Otomi people at any time.
Under the protection of his personal guards, Giowa ferociously chased the defeated enemies, demonstrating the bravery of the new leader. He kept shouting loudly, waving the war stick forcefully, and beheaded the enemies who dared to resist to death. Prince Coyote
The bright feathers fluttering above the head are so eye-catching.
The charging warriors were inspired by their leader, their morale was high, and they shouted loudly.
"The leader of the mountain city, the fighting bird king!"
Giowa rushed for a moment, killed several enemies, and then gradually slowed down. He took a breath, and the armor and leather robe were really heavy. Then, Prince Coyote looked around and saw through the gap in the helmet.
When he reached the woodland a hundred steps away, he stopped completely.
"In this charge, the leader's bravery is enough! If there are any more nobles who talk nonsense, they can use thunderous means. Fighting in the mountains and forests is too risky. The cunning Guakili people will definitely have an ambush, or they will order the warriors
Let’s retreat!...”
In the forest, Uman frowned. The leader on the opposite side actually stopped and summoned his guards, as if he did not intend to continue moving forward.
"Bah, the cowering armadillo stopped halfway through the charge! The last leader of Otomi was a warrior who personally led the charge, and defeated two thousand tribal warriors head-on!"
Uman gave a loud "poof". Of course, the fate of the last Otomi leader who charged bravely was to be ambushed by the red-haired man he led and killed with a volley of arrows. Thinking of this, he clenched the gun in his hand hard.
Longbow, excited again.
"With this captured big bow, let me shoot you to death too!"
"Didi!"
The conch horn to withdraw troops sounded in the mountain road. Giowa personally blew the conch horn to call the warriors to retreat. The charging Ottopan warriors gradually stopped. They looked back for a moment and then moved closer to the "brave" prince.
"Can't wait any longer!"
Wuman suddenly let out a wolf howl, blew his bone whistle, and then shouted to the red-haired people behind him.
"Dudu! All the elites of the tribe charge! Get close and shoot, hunting the bird king of the Otomi people!"
"Ouch! King of hunting birds!"
The eight hundred red dog warriors howled like wolves, then fiercely rushed out of the forest and charged towards Giowa not far away. Seeing this scene, a large group of Otopan warriors also gathered together, and a fight broke out in front of the forest.
.
The ambush enemy appeared from the forest and ran straight towards him. Although Giowa had expected it, he was still startled. He subconsciously prepared to turn around and run away, and then forcibly stopped his steps. Prince Coyote looked to the left and right and whispered.
road.
"Give me a shield!"
Hundreds of tribal warriors were as powerful as tigers. They made almost no defense, brandishing stone hammers and bronze spears, and charged desperately at the enemy leader. Uman personally led dozens of red-haired men and rushed to the front. He was like a running man.
The lynx quickly approached within seventy steps of Giowa. Then, he quickly stopped, raised his long bow, aimed at the leader of Otomi with feathers on his head, and fired a vicious arrow!
