"Your Highness, the canine descendants in the forest have been completely defeated! A total of more than 700 people were beheaded in the camp and in the forest, including about 60 red-haired heads. Nearly 500 Guamare warriors suffered casualties, and more than ten people from the Jaguar Chapter were killed.
Minor injuries, no one killed..."
A jaguar warrior knelt down under the king's flag and shouted back to the king.
"Most of the enemy has fled to the rear camp. Should we continue the pursuit?"
"There is no need to pursue! Order the Jaguar Chapter to return to the royal banner and continue to protect the central army! Order the Guamare warriors to return to the camp and reward them with wine and meat tonight! Order the Giowa Army to move forward and send two thousand Otopan warriors to the Red Army.
Encamped in deer camp!”
Shulot raised his head, looked at the setting sun, and continued to give orders.
"Send two more teams of scouts to guard the edges of the mountains and forests, and beware of night attacks!"
"As ordered, Your Highness!"
Although they successfully captured the Red Deer Camp, the Guamare warriors were ambushed in the forest and suffered heavy casualties. These city-state warriors have the advantages and disadvantages of the wilderness tribes. They are agile and fierce, brave and fearless, but also impulsive and irritable, and lack discipline. They belong to
The vassal legions are actually composed of private armies led by tribal leaders or Otomi nobles, and are difficult to control directly.
Thinking of this, Shulot looked at the nominal leader of Guamare, the middle-aged chief Chalki.
Chalki's face turned pale. He hesitated, gritted his teeth, and spoke tremblingly.
"What are the casualties among the Pioneer Warriors? Where is Kino?"
The Jaguar Warrior looked at Chalki with pity, and then looked at His Highness. Xuelote nodded slightly, and the Jaguar Warrior replied loudly.
"All the Guamare warriors in the forest died in battle! We found more than two hundred corpses, but General Kino has not yet been identified."
"Ah! My eldest son! My family warrior!"
Chalki's eyes were filled with tears and his limbs were trembling. Shulot lowered his eyes and said nothing. After a while, the middle-aged chief's eyes were red and he asked for orders from His Highness.
"Your Highness, please let me lead the legion to attack the next camp and avenge the fallen Guamare warriors!"
"Yes! But it's getting late today. Let's fight again early tomorrow morning. I will send the temple crossbowmen to hold the battle for you!"
Xiulote nodded, patted Chalki's shoulder and comforted him.
"The Lord God bless the warriors! General Kino's life and death are unknown, but there may be hope."
Chalki bowed his head and said nothing. The king pondered for a moment and promised.
"Chalki, I see you fighting bravely for the alliance. No matter how many of your family warriors are lost, you will still be the leader among all the tribes in Guamare! When the Northern Expedition is successful, I will ask Avit
The king asks for orders to make you a hereditary noble of the alliance and guard the city of Guamare!"
Hearing this, Chalki raised his head, his face beaming with joy, and even his tears disappeared instantly. He knelt down on the ground and saluted His Highness.
"Your Highness, you are the sacred wind, and I am willing to die for you!"
A long gust of wind blew by, blowing the clothes of the two of them. Shulot nodded with a smile and looked towards the distant mountain forest. There were dead leaves flying in the mountain forest, just like the life that was about to wither.
On the second day, the fierce war drums "dong dong" sounded, and the brutal fighting began again. Chief Chalki personally led two thousand new Gua Mare warriors through the rugged mountain roads to attack the red monkey camp.
The eagle warrior Barda leads a thousand temple crossbowmen, following closely behind to provide long-range support.
The Red Monkey Camp is similar to the Red Deer Camp. It is located on a higher hill and is defended by a thick wooden fence. On both sides of the camp, there are rolling mountains to the north and south, as well as deep and dense mountain forests. At this moment, there are flickering figures in the camp.
They were moving, shouting and howling. One or two thousand canine warriors were relying on the camp, waving bows, arrows and stone spears to challenge the coalition forces on the opposite side.
“Praise the Lord God!”
Under the leadership of Barda, the temple crossbowmen held the amulet and prayed to the newborn sun. With fanatical expressions on their faces, they all praised together, then raised their crossbows and raised their bodies at the same time.
"Boohoo!"
The crossbow bolts fired, passed through a distance of eighty steps, and fell into the camp fiercely. There was a roar in an instant! Dozens of dog-born people were knocked directly to the ground, and the crossbow bolts came out of their bodies and hammered into the soil.
The bright red color immediately emerged.
"Quick! Hide behind the wood and wait for the enemy to come up before shooting arrows!"
Ozoma carefully held up his shield and shouted loudly in the camp. Then he pulled the crossbow bolt nailed to the wood, but for a while he couldn't pull it out.
"Tsk, tsk, the Mexica's horizontal bow is so powerful!"
The Red Monkey Chief looked surprised. He exerted force again and finally pulled out the arrowhead, his eyes lit up.
"It turned out to be sharp metal arrows. No wonder they penetrated the wood so deeply! Haha, the red deer was ambush in the forest and didn't know what was going on here. After this battle is over, these arrows will all be mine!"
"Boohoo!"
Another round of arrow rain roared in! More than a dozen dog-born hunters rolled over from the camp, and the rest lowered their bodies and hid behind the sheltering fences and timbers.
Chalki nodded, suddenly waved his war stick and pointed towards the camp.
"Fighting Guamare warriors, come here! Kill these cunning wild dogs!"
"Ouch!"
Fifteen hundred Guamare warriors howled, then rushed up the hill like wild beasts, and arrived in front of the camp in a moment. Some pioneer warriors struggled to chop down the camp gate, while more warriors climbed over the fence that was one person high and directly fought with them.
The canine warriors fought together.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
More than 600 tribal hunters appeared, shooting arrows at a distance of more than ten steps, knocking down the warriors. Among them, there were as many as 300 red-haired hunters. Their shooting skills were particularly fierce, and they all aimed at the warriors.
He didn't care about the entangled men in the front line. He fired accurately for only three rounds, and hundreds of warriors were killed.
"Boohoo!"
The temple crossbowmen advanced twenty steps, climbed to the edge of the hill, and approached the warriors who were supporting melee combat. Their crossbows were raised slightly, shooting at the enemy's rear formation! The fierce arrow rain was like the finger of death, easily penetrating the elite hunter's body.
The cotton armor shot the red monkey's flag into a sieve.
"Damn Mexica Archers!"
Ozoma raised his shield and cursed in a low voice. He took off the chief's wolf robe twice, stuffed it under the wood where he was hiding, and then continued to direct the tribe to resist.
"Red-haired hunter, take cover carefully and shoot with the archer on the opposite side!"
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Soon, a precise round of bone arrows was shot from the hillock and landed in the loose array of the crossbowmen, causing more than ten casualties. Under the pressure of the temple crossbowmen, the red-haired hunter stopped hunting the enemy.
The army samurai instead tried to suppress the crossbowmen's fire.
"Half of the crossbowmen raised their shields, while the other half continued to shoot... Ugh, despicable canine!"
Barda waved his war stick, shouted orders, and was hit by two arrows. Fortunately, he was wearing bronze armor, but he stumbled a little and was not injured.
Seeing this scene, Chalki stopped charging and called a few guards to defend with shields. The Guakili people on the opposite side were good at bows and arrows, especially liked to snipe officers and generals, and were proud of hunting down nobles.
.He didn’t have thick armor to protect himself, so he had to defend himself.
"boom..."
A huge roar resounded in the front camp, followed by murderous cheers.
"The door is broken!"
A large group of Guamare warriors immediately poured in from the broken camp gate. They wore cotton armor, also wielded obsidian short spears and war clubs, and fought desperately with the canine warriors. Both sides had tattoos on their faces and shouted similar languages.
, fiercely piercing the weapon into the opponent's chest. The brutal close combat only lasted for a moment, and two to three hundred people fell to the ground, and the bright red blended on the ground.
"Kill! Who else!...Uh! Ho..."
A Guamare warrior shouted fiercely and fought fiercely. He killed three enemies in a row. Then a cold arrow shot out and hit him accurately in the throat. The warrior roared "ho ho" twice and fell on his back.
Both sides stepped on it.
Guamare warriors continued to pour in, and the canine warriors retreated slowly. Facing the fierce offensive, the canine warriors in the front line resisted hard, suffering heavy casualties. Behind them, red-haired hunters shot cold arrows from time to time, sneaking up on the conspicuous people.
Nobles and warriors. The battle situation in the camp was at a stalemate for a while, and only lives were being consumed rapidly, turning into piles of corpses.
"Damn it! With the support of Mexican warriors, the Otomi dog has become so brave!"
Ozoma looked gloomy and cursed bitterly. He looked at the tragic battle in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly clenched his fists.
"The Mexica people have sharp bows and arrows. If we continue to fight, the losses to the warriors will be too great! ...Forget it, I don't want them in the camp anymore, I don't want these bronze arrows anymore!"
Chief Red Monkey finally made a decision. He turned his head and gave orders to his guards.
"Otomi dogs are pouring in! According to the plan, we set fire to the dry wood and fodder. Let the red-haired hunter shoot arrows to cover it. The soldiers who have not yet engaged in the battle retreat to the entrance of the rear camp! When the fire starts, we will abandon the camp and retreat.
In the forest, watch the native dogs howling in the fire!"
