Autumn is coming, the sky is high and the clouds are cold. The mountains and forests are shadowy, the grass leaves are withered and yellow, and the earth is full of murderous intent.
Kino chased the prey, running like a hound, straight into the depths of the forest. Along the way, three hundred Guamare warriors slashed and killed the scattered red deer tribe, and then gradually dispersed, leaving only two hundred people following.
After chasing for a long time, he finally saw Chief Red Deer pause. After more than a hundred steps, the other party suddenly turned around and looked at him coldly.
"Haha! Damn Red Deer Barbarian, finally he can't escape!"
Kino was overjoyed. The armor on his body was quite heavy, and he was panting as he ran straight. At this time, seeing the prey right in front of him, the brave warrior used his remaining strength to kill with his war stick.
"Warriors, follow me and kill!"
"Ouch! Eat them! Ouch..."
Chief Red Deer raised his war stick, pointed at Kino, and shouted loudly. A shrill howl of wolves sounded from deep in the forest!
Kino was shocked and turned pale. He stopped his battle stick in his hand. He slowed down his charge and looked left and right. Sweat was pouring out from his back. He saw five or six hundred canine ambush soldiers pouring out of the deep mountain forest around them. They roared.
, charging ferociously like a pack of wolves, among them there were at least two hundred red-haired ones! Even among the dense forests, these warriors were still running at top speed. In just a few dozen breaths, the canine descendants were wielding stone hammers and spears, fiercely
Charge forward and run straight into the array of warriors!
More than five hundred canine warriors fought wildly, and nearly two hundred Guamare warriors fought in close quarters. They entangled each other cruelly, and then fell like dead branches. The heavy stone hammer cracked the skull, making a cracking sound of broken bones; it was sharp.
The battle stick cut open the chest and neck, and blood gushed out; from time to time, bone arrows from sneak attacks shot into the eye sockets, and the screams were as shrill as a night owl!
"Haha, stupid Otomi native dog! The mountains and forests are our territory, let's see how you escape!"
Red Monkey Chief Ozomarang laughed out loud. He first hid in the depths of the woods and commanded the canine warriors to surround the enemy. Then he arranged for red-haired hunters to approach and shoot arrows, and then sent two teams of warriors to resist the reinforcements.
After doing all this, he carefully walked out from behind the trees under the protection of dozens of spear guards.
"Masat, you useless idiot, you still want me to save you!"
In the Nahua language, Massat is a running beast. At this time, it only refers to wild deer, and later it also means horses. In the twenty-year calendar, Massat is the seventh day, symbolizing the vigilance of wild beasts.
"Hmph! Ozoma, I grew up in the mountains and forests, and I am a red-haired hunter in the woods! If I hadn't been trying to lure the enemy, and I really wanted to run away, that person could have caught up with me!"
Chief Massat of Red Deer leaned against the tree, panting slightly and speaking without mercy.
"It's you, why are you here now?"
"Oh, you still have the nerve to criticize me? You promised to hold on for at least two moments, look how long you have been holding?!"
Ozoma curled his lips. He looked around the situation in the forest, and his eyes rested on Kino, who was fighting bravely. Then, a sharp conch horn sounded in the distance, and the Red Monkey Chief listened with a smile on his face.
"Haha, this is the conch number for the Mexicans to withdraw, but it's already too late!"
Massat was speechless for a moment. He turned to summon his personal guards, and then looked at Ozoma.
"Ozoma, the southern tribes are very ferocious, and everyone wears armor! I hid another two hundred redheads in the mountains and forests, and then they were defeated... Huh! If it were you, I wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
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"Haha, I understand, I understand! In the final analysis, I don't feel sorry for my own soldiers. Who is willing to leave the elite here!"
Chief Red Monkey's eyes were lively and he grinned. Then, he patted Chief Red Deer on the shoulder and pointed toward the battle formation ahead.
"How can that leading country dog be so good at fighting? I saw with my own eyes that he was still alive and kicking after being hit by many spears. Could it be that this is the thick skin that the scouts said? I don't know what kind of armor he is wearing..."
Massat looked along his fingers, anger suddenly igniting in his eyes.
"Damn it! This is the guy who broke my tribe's flag, yelled and screamed all the way, and chased me like a hunting dog... Let's see if I don't shoot him to death!"
Chief Red Deer turned his head and shouted to his guards.
"Bring me my big bow!"
"Masat, the warriors are entangled together, and it is easy to accidentally hurt them with a big bow!"
Ozoma shook his head. He looked ahead, and saw corpses lying everywhere on the forest floor. Under the attack of hundreds of dog warriors, most of the two hundred Guamare warriors had been destroyed. The remaining more than seventy warriors were killed.
The trees were divided into groups, and they were about to fall under the impact of the canine descendants.
Not far away, Kino and more than 20 personal guards formed a small shield formation and were struggling to resist. Each of the guards carried arrows, but only Kino was still brave. And at the edge of the forest, hundreds of
The Guamare warriors are working hard to break through the obstacles and fight to the death.
"This place needs to be solved quickly! Well, the guards came forward and stabbed the warrior's leg with a spear! By the way, Zukata, remember to save the warrior's life!"
The leader of the guard, Zukata, bowed his head in response. He spoke in a muffled voice, but his tone of voice was different from that of the canine descendants. It was obviously a southern accent. Soon, more than thirty chief guardsmen formed a dense formation, each holding a canine descendant.
A rare spear. Under the command of Zukata, the spear array moved forward quickly, approaching the fighting Kino. The red monkey warriors along the way obeyed and dispersed, making way for them.
Massat looked sideways and saw the bright spear points overlapping alternately, like hedgehogs pricking his hand. He was surprised and asked in a low voice.
"Is this...a sharp southern spear?"
"Haha, these are Tarasco bronze spears!"
Ozoma smiled and waved his hand, indicating to Massat to continue looking down.
The leader of the guard shouted loudly, and the chief's guard all thrust out their copper spears and pierced Kino, who was leading the army! The sharp copper points were staggered up and down, attacking from all directions, and there was no way to avoid them.
Kino immediately felt a pain in his side, but it was protected by the bronze armor, and the armor was not broken. He roared wildly, waved the war stick with all his strength, and barely resisted two more blows.
Zukata's expression was dull, but he flexibly thrust out a bronze spear in his hand and hit Kino's calf. The brave warrior felt severe pain, his knees could no longer support him, and he knelt down directly on the ground. Then, Zukata swung the spear
The rod hit Kino hard on the back of the head. The brave warrior's vision went dark and he fell unconscious.
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The guard's spear array let go of the fallen Kino, and continued to assassinate the surrounding warriors in succession! Within a quarter of an hour, the fighting in the depths of the forest stopped, and more than two hundred Guamare warriors fell down.
There were still more than a hundred corpses of canine-born men entangled around it.
"Ouch! Ouch!"
As the last enemy fell in the forest, hundreds of canine warriors danced wildly and howled like wolves. Then, like carrion-eating eagles, they lay down and groped on the warrior's corpse. The canine warriors
They searched for all the useful objects, and also casually replenished the wounded on both sides. The various tribes in the wilderness lacked medical treatment and medicine, and were indifferent to life and death. Relieving seriously injured soldiers was a traditional custom and would not affect morale.
The strong smell of blood floated in the forest, and the wailing in the forest was quickly annihilated. The canine descendants couldn't wait to put on the enemy's cotton armor and picked up the warrior's war club. In the distance, the sound of fighting became more and more fierce on the edge of the mountain forest.
When Ozoma heard the sound, he saw that hundreds of tribal warriors were relying on the woods to fight with the Guamare warriors who were coming one after another. He turned his head and looked serious.
"Masat, reinforcements from the Otomi native dogs are coming. Should we retreat to the camp now, or should we fight for a while longer?"
"Don't worry, let's fight in the forest for a while! The terrain here is favorable to us. If we lose the camp, we have to kill more enemies and give an explanation to the leader of Chichika. Besides, these enemies are elite and well-equipped! Wait.
After the soldiers have finished stripping off their cotton armor, we will leave!"
Chief Red Deer thought for a moment and made a decision. The tribal soldiers continued to fight for the chiefs and shed their blood in the mountains and forests. Then, he couldn't wait and looked at Chief Red Monkey.
"Ozoma, you chieftains' guards are holding heavy spears, but they are so powerful! How were they trained?"
"Haha, Massat, do you want to take advantage of my guard?"
Ozoma waved his hand, shook his head and smiled.
"Well, this is not our wilderness warfare method, and it may not be suitable for fighting in the wilderness..."
"Ozoma, of course I know this is not the fighting method of the wasteland! Let me ask you, how did they train it?"
Massat's eyes widened and he waved the war stick in his hand, vigorously. Ozoma immediately took two steps back and waved.
"Zukata, come here quickly and protect me!"
Zukata had already tied up Kino. He dragged the unconscious warrior with one hand and held the stripped bronze armor with the other, and strode to the chief's side.
"Here you go, chief! This is the noble prisoner of the Otomi! This should be the bronze cloth mask of the Mexica!"
"Okay! Zukata, my brave stick!"
In the Prepecha language, zucata means stick or branch. Ozoma praised highly and took the heavy cloth-covered bronze armor with both hands. Then, he waved his hands calmly.
"Send two men to take the prisoners back to the rear camp."
"Yes, Chief."
"Ah! This is the thick skin of the cactus tribe. Wearing it can make you invulnerable to arrows and spears?"
Massat's eyes shone with eagerness. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the cloth-covered bronze armor, and greedily touched it up and down. Under the thick and soft multi-layered cloth, there was an unusually strong bronze armor piece.
"It's so strong, it's like a turtle's carapace! ...By the way, you just said, what is this bronze cloth armor called? What is bronze?"
Hearing the question, Zukata was startled. He looked at Red Monkey Chief Ozoma. Ozoma smiled and waved his hand.
"Masat, I can tell you the secrets of the southerners. But this thick skin is mine!"
"Damn! Cunning monkey, this is impossible!"
Massat cursed angrily. He looked at the men behind him, and felt a pain in his heart when he thought of the hundreds of casualties before and after him.
"Ozoma, this is the thick skin I earned with the lives of five hundred soldiers and by personally luring the enemy! Even if the leader of Chichika asks for it in person, I won't give it!"
As he spoke, Chief Red Deer waved his war stick, causing a whistling sound of wind. Ozoma quickly took two steps back and cursed in a low voice.
"You stingy idiot, if I had known I wouldn't have come to save you! What does a pair of bronze cloth armor mean? Do you know that the powerful southern kingdom has thousands of pairs of thick armor!"
"Ah? Thousands of thick skins?"
Chief Red Deer looked shocked and incredulous.
"Ozoma, are you bluffing me?"
"Am I bluffing you? This is to say the least. You actually know nothing about the power of the Southern Kingdom!"
Ozoma shook his head.
"Do you know about the Cactus Tribe's Western Expedition? Both the Condor Tribe and the Cactus Tribe invited gods and mobilized one hundred thousand warriors! They fought on a land of five hundred miles from north to south, from the Leman River in the south to the further south.
The Tulsas River, both great rivers, are dyed red with blood!”
"Invite the gods, one hundred thousand warriors?!"
Massat exclaimed. He was stunned for a while and then suddenly smiled.
"Ozoma, you are really bluffing me! I don't know where you heard this nonsense."
"It's not nonsense, it's my personal experience. The Cactus tribe does have a hundred thousand warriors, and they can summon the thundering God of War."
Zukata lowered his head and said this after a long while.
Hearing this, Chief Red Deer looked suspicious.
"Have you personally experienced it?"
Chief Red Monkey smiled calmly.
"He is from the Condor Tribe. He helped me train the small spear formation!"
The forest was quiet for a while. Massat was silent in thought, Ozoma's eyes flashed, and Zukata continued to stand like a stick. Only the fighting at the edge of the forest continued.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
A large number of sharp arrows flew from the forest, shooting down dozens of charging Guamare warriors. Hundreds of warriors braved the rain of arrows and rushed into the forest, trying to rescue Kino who was trapped in the depths. They and the two
Thousands of canine descendants from each tribe fought closely, and then fought together to death.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Soon, the archers from behind finally arrived, firing arrows into the forest with all their might. Further away, hundreds of tiger-headed warriors could be seen. The warriors were each wearing white-gold armor, holding patterned shields, and holding sharp swords.
They were armed with war clubs and lined up in a neat military formation. Their expressions were indifferent and bloodthirsty, like suppressed beasts, running quickly from the camp.
"Chief, the Mexican jaguar warriors are coming! They are more elite than the red-haired hunters. They are good at close combat and are familiar with the forest terrain. Now they are all covered in bronze armor... With such a small manpower, it is
We will definitely not be able to resist! We can’t stay in the forest any longer, it’s time for us to leave.”
Seeing the iconic tiger head, Zukata's pupils shrank violently, and some tragic memories came to his mind. He lowered his head and suggested eagerly.
"Thick-skinned tiger head!..."
Ozoma's expression changed drastically. He took two steps forward and took Massat's arm.
"Hurry up and gather the tribe warriors! Retreat to my camp together!"
"Ozoma, the mountains and forests are our territory! Even the most elite enemies have nothing to fear in the mountains and forests?"
Massat shouted dissatisfied.
"Praise the Lord God! Ho, ho!..."
The roar of the tiger-headed warrior can be clearly heard, which is a precursor to an imminent attack.
"Stop talking! Gather the soldiers quickly! Retreat!"
Ozoma looked stern. He took out the short horn and blew a rapid whine. In the red monkey tribe, the sound of the trombone means attack, while the sound of the cornet means retreat. When the red monkey warrior heard the short sound of the horn, he paused in his hands.
, then quickly turned around and ran away.
"Damn it!"
Massat shouted dissatisfied. He also took out a deer bone horn and blew it shrilly. The Red Deer Warrior hurriedly abandoned the enemy and fled into the forest. Without any obstruction, the Guamare Warriors from the brigade immediately
They rushed over, but they were not running fast in the forest. The two chiefs immediately turned around, and under the protection of the guards, they also quickly fled along the mountain forest to the red monkey camp in the east.
"Ozoma, tonight I will lead the red-haired men in a night attack and try to take back the camp! We must let the warriors of the Cactus tribe know how powerful we are!"
While Massat was running away, he still had the energy to speak.
"Huhu... Massat, don't waste the lives of soldiers! Your stronghold is too far forward and the terrain is not dangerous enough, so it cannot be defended. In my opinion, it is better to give up and defend it with me!"
"Hmph! Ozoma, your camp is not too dangerous. According to you, if the cactus warriors continue to attack, they still cannot defend it!"
"Huhu...Then lose the camp, fight in the forest for a while, and then run away!...Huhu...Don't run so fast!"
Ozoma chased Massat, running through the rugged mountain forest, quickly jumping over tree roots and rocks. After a while, he shouted with difficulty. Massat in front slowed down and laughed.
Stretching out his hand and giving it to Ozoma for help, the Red Monkey Chief relaxed a little.
"Masate, there are many villages behind us! Behind us is the Red Stork Camp. Behind the Red Stork is the Red Dog Main Camp. It is the most dangerous place and can be defended for a long time. And behind the Red Dog Main Camp is the Red Salamander Camp.
Camp. Whoops... Further back, Chief Chichica mobilized many tribesmen and continued to build camps. The mountain road behind them can be seventy or eighty miles long! As long as they occupy the dangerous positions and defend them, the Mexicans can
No matter how fierce you are, it can still take half a month to a month!"
"Ah? Only for half a month to a month?"
Hearing this, Massat's expression changed.
"You mean, wait until all the corn is harvested?...But, Chief Chichika requested..."
"Huhu... That's it. Don't be fooled by Chichika! Chichika was blinded by the rich south, burned by the hot power, and has forgotten that he is a wolf in the wilderness. Haha, he
He has no idea how powerful the Mexican Alliance is! He thought he was a ferocious jaguar in the jungle, or even an unbeatable black bear in the forest!"
Ozoma's eyes flashed and he laughed.
"Masate, in my opinion, if you can hold it, hold it, and if you can't hold it, leave! As long as we delay for a few days, finish harvesting the corn, and return to the wilderness, we will be free. The Mexica people came from the mountain city and hunted us four.
If the Mexica people leave, we will flee south for another two years!"
Massat remained silent, but his feet felt like wind. Under the protection of hundreds of personal guards, they had fled to the edge of the red monkey camp. The coalition forces behind them were silent and seemed to have stopped chasing.
In the camp, a red monkey flag was fluttering in the wind, and the monkey's eyes flashed with red light. The guarding canine warriors looked at it for a moment, then opened the camp door, removed the wood blocking the road, and came out to greet the distinguished chief.
When they arrived here, the two chiefs slowed down their pace. Massat pondered for a long time before sighing softly.
"Ozoma, you are a smart red monkey, and what you said does make sense. But Chief Chichika doesn't think so. He has great prestige, and has more than 4,000 soldiers, stationed in the dangerous main camp.
He also controls the old camp in Palms City...all the major tribes have to obey his orders."
"Haha! Mazat, Chichika's prestige is now high because he went south smoothly and annexed a lot of small tribes! You see, he has lost seven people in two battles with the Southern Allied Forces in the past few days.
There are more than a hundred elites, and his reputation has been shaken. When we return to the main camp, let him face the Mexicans again..."
Chief Red Monkey paused and stopped outside the camp. He looked at Chief Red Deer with sincere eyes.
"In short, Red Deer, I have never done you harm in all these years! Today I am sending troops to help you... You have to advance and retreat with me on the road ahead!"
"Ah! Red Monkey, you want..."
Massat's eyes widened and he was speechless for a moment, looking into Ozoma's eyes. Then he gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice.
"Red Monkey...Give me the thick skin captured today, and I will promise you!"
"...OK!"
Ozoma was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and laughed. He said no more, turned around and headed towards the camp, sternly giving orders to the left and right.
"Send two teams of red-haired scouts to collect the scattered soldiers in the forest and monitor the enemy's movements! Pack up the camp supplies and transport the prisoners and food to the rear! Then arrange two teams of soldiers in the forest to build a hut.
By the way, all the dry wood has been piled in the front camp and the fire is ready. The autumn weather is crisp, if the Mexicans come to attack, we will give them a surprise!"
