The night falls from the sky, and bonfires shine in the camp. The severe cold wave has passed, and the autumn night in the wilderness is still warm. Thousands of warriors are sleeping in the grass nests in the open air, accumulating strength for fighting. The patrol team is on guard.
Densely guarded, wandering back and forth on the edge of the camp. Farther away, vigilant scouts were on guard in the mountains, always ready to fight the red-haired canine.
Among the large grass huts, the tents of the generals are very eye-catching. The center surrounded by dozens of tents is the general's tent. A black wolf king's flag is placed in front of the tent. There are hundreds of personal guards wearing armor and carrying bows.
, guarding around the royal banner and the tent. Their expressions were pious and vigilant, as if they were guarding the gods.
"Great Chief, your loyal general, Koka, salutes you!"
In the big tent, Chief Koka of the Red Frog knelt on the ground and saluted Shulot respectfully.
Koka has been detained by Xiulote for almost a month, and is almost isolated from the tribe. His daily task is to eat and drink, and receive lectures from the priests regularly. His round face has gained weight again. Now, he has changed
He put on the costume of a Mexican warrior, wore a silver amulet of the Lord God, and learned the etiquette of the alliance. At first glance, he looked like a little nobleman of the alliance. Only his hair was still respected by the people of the wasteland.
of red.
"Great Chief, Miwa salutes you!"
Behind Coca, the red-haired bodyguard Miwa, wearing a dog-born leather robe, also followed suit and knelt down to salute.
After the chief was taken away, he became the actual person in charge of the Red Frog tribe, managing the food, drink and food of the three thousand warriors. After the surrender, the tribe relied on the alliance for its food supply. The war priests of the Cactus tribe came every day to distribute food.
While taking care of the food, they spread the faith among the tribe. Hundreds of senior warriors were also stationed around the tribe, often competing with the red-haired people on archery and martial arts, and promoting the awarding of knights for military exploits and the enfeoffment of fields. This lasted only a month, and the tribe
There are some people who are in turmoil.
Miwa watched helplessly as the tribal warriors began to praise the Lord God and get closer and closer to the Alliance. He was often uneasy, but he didn't know what to do. At this moment, it seemed that the face of this red-haired warrior seemed to be a little brighter.
Rare sorrow.
"Get up!"
With a smile on his face, Shulot patted Coca on the shoulder. Then, he looked at Miwa and smiled generously.
"Miwa, the Red Frog tribe has joined the alliance and formed an independent army. You are the deputy commander of the Red Frog Legion! How can this simple leather robe show the majesty of the deputy commander? It is not strong enough even for battle."
"Come here! Give Deputy Captain Miwa a pair of fine leather armor, and give him a set of noble robes!"
Xiulote gave the order loudly. Immediately, some guards came forward with the leather armor and robes they had prepared and put them on Miwa. Miwa was at a loss and looked at Chief Koka as if asking for help. Koka's face did not move.
, with a tap of his fingers, Miwa obediently put on the Mexica noble robe.
The king raised his eyebrows. He looked at the dumbfounded Miwa for a while, then took off the sun amulet from his neck and put it on the other person himself.
"Miwa, the Lord God will protect you! He promises you hope and victory, and can turn danger into danger! Praise the Lord God!"
"Ah, I...praise the Lord God!"
Miwa hesitated and lowered his head, praying to the Lord God for the first time. Then, the intuition of fighting in the wilderness for many years suddenly hit him, making him suspicious.
"The chief just said, dangerous situation?..."
Shulot looked at the two of them for a while, smiled, and then returned to the main seat. He looked solemn and asked seriously.
"Miwa, how are the Red Frog warriors doing?"
"Great Chief, the soldiers have high morale and can fight for you at any time!"
"good."
Xiuluote nodded and asked again.
"The Alliance is fighting against the Red Dog Alliance. Do the soldiers of the Red Frog Tribe feel conflicted?"
"Great Chief, the various tribes in the wilderness often fight with each other. As long as it is not a rare good year, the tribes will hunt each other's old and weak. What's more, our three tribes in the west and the five tribes in the east have never been in harmony. Fighting against the Red Dog Alliance, the soldiers are the same
Morale is high!”
This time it was Coca who answered first.
"Oh? In that case, are the Five Red Dogs familiar with the warriors of the Red Frog Tribe?"
"Huh? We don't have much contact with the Five Red Dogs, and we rarely interact with each other. Most of us are not familiar with each other."
Chief Red Frog guessed the intention of the great chief and answered carefully.
Shulot was silent. After a moment, he looked at Coca with his eyes wide open with no expression on his face.
"Coca, do you still have contact with the Red Dog Alliance opposite?"
"Ah! Great Chief, I am loyal to you and will never change my mind!..."
A chill ran down Coca's back, and he knelt on the ground with a thud. He really wanted to contact the other party, but he was in the main camp of the Cactus Tribe, and his own situation was precarious, so there was no chance.
"Coca, you Guakili people all share the same origin, so it doesn't matter if you are connected. You can persuade them to work for the alliance together!"
Shulot smiled faintly and stared closely at Koka's expression.
Koka trembled all over, like a frog being stared at by a green snake. He looked frightened and raised his right hand to swear.
"Ancestors witness! Great Chief, since I surrendered to the Alliance, I have never had any contact with the Red Dog ministries!"
"oh?"
Shulot watched for a moment and smiled. He looked at Miwa again.
"Ancestors witness! Not even the great chief, Miwa!"
Miwa was stunned, imitating Coca's gesture, and swore.
"If I break my oath, my soul will not be able to return to the embrace of the Mother Earth!"
Shulot raised his eyebrows. He looked at the amulet of the main god that he personally put on the other person, and after a while, he still nodded in praise.
"good!"
The king smiled with satisfaction.
"In this case, I have a task to give to the loyal red frog warriors!"
Coca and Miwa looked at each other, both having a bad premonition.
"The canine camp opposite stretches for several miles, and the flags of each tribe are quite mixed. The red frog warriors have the same origin as each tribe. They have the same clothes, language and customs. They are completely unrecognizable at night and are easiest to blend into the camp."
The king was organizing his thoughts as he spoke. Then, after a short pause, he issued an order that could not be refused.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Miwa, give you one day to select five hundred elite warriors who are loyal to the tribe! Tomorrow night, go around the mountains on both sides and sneak into the Red Dog camp. Wait until dawn.
, the coalition forces launch an attack, and you will make noise and chaos in the camp at the same time!"
"Ah, night attack?!"
Coca and Miwa exclaimed at the same time. Coca lowered his head, his eyes flashing rapidly.
A night attack is extremely difficult. Elites must be sent out, and they must be loyal to the tribe. The risk of a night attack is astonishingly high. Even if it succeeds by chance, the losses will be extremely heavy. And the Mexican coalition forces take advantage of the chaos to kill, even if
After breaking down the camp, how can we distinguish the Red Frog warriors from the various tribes? I'm afraid they have not been wiped out all together. How can the Red Frog tribe do this kind of burning tribe and illuminate the alliance!
Koka thought for a few moments, his eyes turned cold, and he clenched his fists silently. The current plan was to escape from the dangerous situation of the prison first. Thinking of this, he knelt down on the ground and begged the chief for his life sincerely.
"Great Chief! The Red Frog Tribe is willing to die for you! I am willing to personally lead the warriors to sneak into the enemy camp for you!"
"oh?"
Shulot smiled half-heartedly, looking at Coca's expression, but he couldn't tell whether it was true or false. He had already made up his mind, so he just shook his head at this moment.
"No! Koka, you are the leader of the Red Frog Tribe, and many people in the Red Dog Camp must know you. You are also the first chief of a large tribe to surrender to me. I want to reuse you, and I must not let you
Entering danger."
Then, the king's expression became solemn and his eyes were stern. He looked at the red-haired bodyguard.
"Miwa, instead of Coca, lead the warriors yourself! The Lord God will bless you!"
Miwa looked at the king, and then at Coca, who was willing to die. The chief's kindness over the years came to mind one by one, and he gritted his teeth.
"Okay, I'll attack the camp for the chief! Dear chief, if I can't come back, please let the chief return to the tribe!"
"Miwa!"
Hearing this, Coca looked excited and looked at Miwa with wide eyes. His fingers twisted quickly like a water snake. In this season, the water snakes in the wasteland are no longer active and will never hunt with all their strength. They are more inclined to
Because he is lazy and "strokes", sometimes he "catches fish".
"Chief, I will definitely lead the warriors to kill the red dog camp! Even if I return to the embrace of the Mother Earth, I will not hesitate!"
Miwa's expression was determined. He raised his hand and swore that he had never paid attention to Cocker's fingers. Shulot glanced over it, but he didn't understand it.
"Ah! Miwa!"
"Chief!"
Koka's expression became more and more excited. Seeing the excited chief, Miwa, the personal guard, also became excited. Shulot laughed with satisfaction.
"Very good! Coca, you go down first. I have a specific plan that I want to tell Miwa."
"This, the great chief..."
"Go down! Tomorrow's night attack involves the power of the gods and cannot be known to too many people!"
"...Yes, Warchief!"
Koka's eyes widened and he resigned from the tent. Before leaving, he took a deep look at Miwa and cursed in his heart.
"You stupid cow in the wasteland! If you kill all my elite soldiers tomorrow, even if you escape death, I will beat you to death!..."
Seeing the chief's reluctant eyes, Miwa was moved. He made a firm promise again.
"Chief, don't worry! I will definitely lead the elite to overthrow the camp opposite!"
"I..."
The curtain of the big tent was closed. Bertard stood in front of the curtain with a smile on his lips. Xuelot's expression remained unchanged. He had been thinking about tomorrow's battle situation. Breaking through the mountain camp and defeating the main force of the canine were all done in one fell swoop.
!
After a while, the king gave detailed instructions.
"Miwa, you have chosen five hundred people, and they must be loyal. Each team dispersed from each other, sneaking into the mountain camps in batches from the rolling hills on both sides."
"The scouts have found out clearly. The large tribe in the front camp is heavily guarded, and there are elite red-haired men who are on guard day and night. There are few of you, so don't attack the front camp, try to sneak into the back camp! There are many ordinary tribes in the back camp, and they are chaotic. If you encounter an inspection
Scouts, you can pretend to be different small tribes..."
"Great Chief, please rest assured! The soldiers are all veterans of the wilderness and are familiar with the rules of the tribes. There will be no problem in sneaking into the back camp!"
Miwa puffed out her chest and promised.
"Okay! After sneaking into the camp, please wait patiently."
The king nodded slightly. Then, there was a bit of solemnity in his expression, as if he possessed divinity.
"Tomorrow, the priests will pray all night, praying for the arrival of the Lord God! The Lord God is also the God of War, in charge of thunder and fire. Before dawn, thunder will explode in the mountains and flames will fall from the sky! When the irresistible divine power comes to the valley, it is you who will act
when!"
"Ah, the chief?"
Miwa was a little surprised. He did not dare to question the majesty of the main god of Mexica, and just repeated in confusion.
"Thunder and fire? Falling from the sky?"
"Yes! First there was rolling thunder, like a roar; then there was flames falling from the sky, which could not be extinguished by splashing water."
Shulot was full of fighting spirit and shouted orders.
"At this time, you should try your best to make noise in the back camp, shouting that the gods are coming and the mountains are set on fire! Your first task is to try your best to create chaos. You can make noise, set fires, or kill people. Once the camp is in chaos, don't stay too long and try to stir up chaos.
If people are fleeing, they should flee to the north first. You can flee as far as you can. As for how many enemies you kill, that's secondary."
"All the alliance needs is for the enemy to be defeated! Each tribe has its own plans. As long as they are fleeing, they will no longer have a firm fighting spirit. When daybreak, there will naturally be a large army to conquer and defeat all resistance!"
"Miwa, do you remember?"
"...The Death Chief, I remember it."
Miwa swallowed hard, knelt down on his knees, and bowed to the ground.
"Okay, go down and get ready! If you win this battle, you will be the first to win!"
Miwa nodded and walked backwards out of the camp. He saw the mysterious chief continuing to discuss with the warrior chief, saying some words that were difficult to understand, which was awe-inspiring.
"Bertard, summon the war priests and hold a ceremony at the camp tomorrow. Send envoys to appease the three tribes of Otomi. Tell them that the Mexica Alliance is about to hold a divine descending ceremony to pray for the blessing of divine power! The God of War is in charge of thunder and fire, and also
He will give them the same power. Let them stay in the camp without fear."
"As ordered, Your Highness!"
"Have the shooting platforms been cleared on the mountains on both sides?"
"Your Highness, taking advantage of the opportunity of logging, the warriors have cleared the high ground on the mountains, built wooden planks, and prepared a small platform for shooting at the village."
"Okay! Black Wolf is not here, select 500 longbow guards and 500 temple crossbowmen, and give them to Toltec's adjutant Tupa! Let the crossbowmen be in place in advance, and after the wooden cannon bombardment tomorrow night, they will
Fire rockets into the camp!"
"As ordered, Your Highness!"
"Give eight wooden cannons and a dozen trebuchets to Barda, and give him a thousand warriors! Prepare in advance. Tomorrow at the deepest night, fire wooden cannons at the castle and throw burning fireballs!"
"As ordered, Your Highness!"
"Samurai Commander, as for you..."
Shulot paused slightly, his expression serious.
"I'll give you five hundred heavily armored jaguar warriors, one thousand medium armored longbow guards, and one thousand vanguard barbarians!"
"Your Highness!"
Bertard looked shocked, this was almost the core strength of the Guards Corps.
"Bertard, rest assured and recharge your batteries. Wait until dawn the day after tomorrow to defeat the enemy camp for me!"
"I will die for you!"
The warrior captain lay respectfully on the ground. The calmness on his face was no longer there, but turned into a deep murderous intent, which was reflected in the firelight in the tent.
"My supreme sun, after this battle, you will shine in the north!"
