The terrifying thunder was very close at hand, like a terrifying spirit, roaring close to the main camp. The roaring rockets pierced the night sky, and the rolling fireballs came from a distance, turning Red Dog's front camp into a sea of fire! Soon,
The pungent smoke filled the camp, and the poisonous sulfur smell hit our faces, making even the bravest red-haired hunter unable to stand.
The leader of Chichika, his face blackened, retreated to the high ground behind the camp in embarrassment under the protection of a large group of red-haired hunters. The terrain here is steep and bare, with no burning trees. On both sides are towering mountains, with majestic mountains
The wind blows away the poisonous smoke.
"Put up my flag and gather the warriors of the tribe!"
As soon as Chief Red Dog got away from the flames, he roared urgently. He stood on the highest rock, holding a torch high in his hand, visible to everyone.
The rockets all over the sky temporarily stopped, but sporadic fireballs continued to rise. The fireballs crashed into various camps, spreading unknown fear. Suddenly, in the dim light of the fire, a burst of hysterical shouts broke out from the flamingo camp.
Unclear figures ran out of the camp and rushed into the nearby Red Salamander camp.
Then, a burst of wild shouts broke out in the red salamander camp, and the figures rushed out of the brigade. Countless warriors rushed randomly, waving the weapons in their hands, and pierced the bodies of the "enemy". In this terrifying night of flames, two loyal groups
In the leader's large tribe, thousands of elite canine warriors started fighting like crazy without distinguishing between ourselves and the enemy!
"No, my warrior!"
Chichika's eyes were splitting, and he roared in pain. He looked around, and the fire flooded the lower areas like a tide, and there were tribal warriors running in panic. He listened to the left and right, and the thunder echoed in the valley, mixed with the sharp sounds of panic and fear.
Human voice. More than 10,000 Guakili elites who had worked so hard to gather suddenly and completely collapsed under the unknown attack of the Mexica people in the deep night!
"No! Roar!... Roar! I'm going to kill you!"
Chief Red Dog's eyes were red and he roared angrily. So many past efforts and so many future plans were reduced to ashes with the fire in this night. After a while, Chichika managed to calm down. He walked out for a few seconds.
He took a step forward, grabbed the collar of the tribal priest with one hand, pointed at the fireball rising from the enemy camp at the foot of the mountain with the other hand, and shouted.
"Zuma, what on earth is this!"
"Ah! The big leader... This, this should be a Mexica spell, or a weapon given by the gods..." Zuma, the old tribal priest, was choked out of breath. He struggled in the hands of the big leader,
Hard to make a sound, like an old owl in a coyote's paws.
"It's like the stone-throwing wood beast before...but it throws fireballs..."
"Stone-throwing wood beast?"
Chichika was startled for a moment, then showed a hint of surprise.
"It turns out that the wood beast from the past few days was for today!"
"Ahem!..."
The red dog leader let go of his hand, and the old priest Zuma coughed repeatedly. In the Nahua language, Zuma means "anger", and Montezuma means "the person who makes himself angry." Of course, at this time, Qiqi
In front of the card, Zuma, the "angry" priest, could only passively bear the opponent's anger and did not dare to show his anger at all.
Chichika looked fiercely, stared at the priest's old face, and asked again.
"Priest Zuma, what are those rockets and thunder?"
"Ahem!... Big leader, nature is the unity and derivation, and the coexistence of all things. The gods are part of nature and follow the laws of nature... Since the gods can create wooden beasts that throw stones, and trees that throw fireballs
If you use beasts, you can also create wooden beasts that shoot rockets and thunderous wooden beasts. Now it seems that the god of Mexica is proficient in wooden beasts, and he must be an evil god who is good at creating things!"
Zuma composed himself and answered decisively. No matter what the truth is, the most important thing at this moment is to give the tribal warriors who are afraid of the unknown an explanation that is simple to understand and can comfort people.
"Various wood beasts...the evil god who is good at creating things..."
The fear on Chichika's face flashed away. Then he asked urgently.
"In this case, respected priest Zuma, do you have any way to deal with the enemy's wood beast?"
"Ahem... Big boss, nature is a cycle of balance. The more powerful something is, the more fatal weaknesses it has. This is especially true for the creations of gods, because they lack human souls..."
Priest Zuma's expression flickered. He was speaking the clichés of the wasteland priest while thinking rapidly about his words.
"Well, you see, although these wooden beasts release thunder and flames, they cannot move or walk up the steep camp. Although the thunder is violent and the flames are hot, they are not accurate and cannot really hurt a few people. This is natural
Limitations, balance in all things..."
"Priest Zuma! I ask you what to do now!"
After listening for a moment, Chichika's expression became fierce again. He looked at the chaotic fires everywhere, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart.
"Can you cast a spell to counter the opponent's wood beast?!"
"Well, respected chief...the reason why the soldiers are so panicked is because they encountered the evil god's creation for the first time, and in the dark night, they were swallowed up by the unknown fear. As long as they see it a few times and get used to it,
The roar of creation, discovering the weakness of creation, will not be like this..."
"Now, I want you to cast a spell! Can you?!"
"Ah... there are too many priests on the opposite side, and their magic power is too strong. My materials fell into the camp again, and they were all burned..."
"roll!"
Chichika yelled angrily and threw out the old priest in his hand.
"Bring a few priests to appease my warriors!"
"Ahem! I obey, big boss."
Zuma got up from the ground and left quickly as if running away.
Chichika's eyes were red and he continued to stand where he was. He stared at the enemy camp opposite, like an angry northern bison.
"Uh... Chief, I have counted the tribal warriors. There are about 2,000 warriors left, and about 800 have fled. Among the remaining warriors, there are 600 elite red-haired warriors, but most of them are here."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Uman came to the chief with a war stick in one hand, knelt down on one knee and reported back. The Red Dog Tribe is the most powerful tribe in the wilderness, and the proportion of red-haired hunters has always been very high.
Gao. When the sky fire struck, these elites barely maintained the order of the tribe, allowing the warriors to collapse and not disperse. Now they have gathered again.
"Six hundred redheads are here!"
Hearing this, Chichika breathed a sigh of relief. The red-haired elites are the foundation of all major tribes, equivalent to the old and powerful soldiers. If the tribal warriors are defeated, they can still be recruited or coerced from various ministries. If the red-haired elites lose too much, the tribe will
Really helpless.
"Uman, send out your troops and try your best to collect the defeated troops!"
"Uh...yes, Chief."
Wuman nodded, but did not move his feet. He looked at the chief, hesitated for a while, and then spoke dully.
"Chief, I think the current situation is not good...very bad!"
"Nonsense, I'm not blind!"
Hearing this, Chichika's eyes turned red and he laughed angrily. He pointed at the fires in each camp and scolded.
"What do you want to say?"
"Uh... Chief, I think we can't defend this place anymore. All the tribes have collapsed, and we, the Red Dog Tribe, should leave as soon as possible!"
"Um?!"
Chichika stepped forward and grabbed Uman's collar.
"What did you say?"
"Uh... I said, we can't hold on any longer and it's time to leave."
"Can you say that again?"
Chichika's eyes were filled with fire and dangerous murderous intent.
Uman looked at the chief, his eyes a little dazed, but his expression was extremely firm.
"Chief, the morale of the soldiers has been shattered, and this battle cannot be fought. We have to give up here, retreat a hundred and eighty miles away, and gather the morale of the army...Actually, actually, I think that we wasteland people should not
Staying in one place all the time, fighting this kind of hard-on-hard battle..."
"Pah! Pah! Pah!..."
Chichika drew out the whip angrily. He slapped her head six or seven times, knocking Uman to the ground, and then slapped her seven or eight more times.
"I'll beat you to death! I rebelled against you!"
"ah!..."
Uman let out a cry of pain and rolled back and forth on the ground. After a while, he was covered in dirt, got up from the ground with difficulty, and continued to speak to the chief.
"Chief, I think it's time to go."
"you!"
Chichika raised his whip again and looked at him angrily. Then, he met Uman's straight and firm eyes, and when he saw the blood on the other person's face, his heart softened inexplicably. After a while, the leader of the red dog slowly calmed down.
Xu put down his whip and asked in a deep voice.
"...If we abandon this dangerous camp, there won't be much room left behind. The small city of Palms has low walls and a small area. The terrain in the valley is open, and tens of thousands of troops are scattered everywhere. How can we defend it?
"
"Well, chief, there is the mouth of the valley behind us. We can guard it for a while."
"The entrance to the valley is a bit open, and the terrain is not dangerous enough. The Cactus Tribe's offensive is fierce and they cannot defend it for long."
"Then take the tribe with you and leave the valley. You can escape into the wilderness from the northwest, or you can escape from the mountain roads in the northeast or east..."
Hearing this, Chichika lowered her eyes and didn't speak for a long time.
"Chief!"
Uman knelt on the ground and buried his head at the chief's feet, like a tame wolf.
"say no more!"
Chichika shouted angrily.
"Let the scouts come to see me! There is chaos now, and the ministries don't know how much they have lost."
Afterwards, Chief Red Dog stood on a high place and looked in all directions again. After a while, the scouts from all directions returned one after another and reported back to the chief.
Chichika personally arranged the camps for each ministry. The situation at this time fell into his eyes one by one. Combined with the intelligence from the scouts and corresponding to the memory in his heart, it turned into a helpless sigh.
"Hey! The rear camp collapsed, the red deer escaped, the flamingos and the red salamanders blew up the camp and fought... the red monkeys should still be there."
Seeing this, Chichika felt a little complicated and unspeakable. The one who was able to defend to the end during the night attack was actually the Red Monkey Tribe. He pondered for a long time, finally took a deep breath, and had to face the cruel reality.
"Uman, what you said makes sense. The camp can be abandoned. But it is too dangerous to withdraw now. The tribe will easily collapse on the night road!"
Chichika suppressed the emotions in his heart and paced repeatedly. Then he looked at the distant sky. The long night was about to pass, the noisy voices gradually faded away, and the morning star had risen from the east. He looked at the camp again, where the priest
They had just calmed people's hearts. Two thousand tribal warriors once again grasped their hunting bows and spears.
"It's daybreak! When it gets daybreak, we will take the tribe back first. Then we will clean up the defeated troops and then fight against the Cactus tribe!"
"Uh... Chief, the Cactus tribe has already planned it, and I'm afraid they won't let us leave easily!"
"I know!"
Chief Red Dog was a little irritable. He waved the whip in his hand and made a sharp whistle.
"I will leave some men behind and rely on the remaining camps to stop the cactus tribe's army!"
"Uh... Chief, the tribe needs to keep a distance when retreating, and it also takes time to gather the tribes. The Cactus tribe's attack is fierce, and ordinary people cannot stop it. If the Cactus warriors attack, the retreat will turn into a rout..."
"Damn! Uman, can you shut up?!"
Chichica couldn't help but roar.
"Don't be like the short-billed crow, croaking in front of me, making ominous sounds!"
"Uh...Chief!"
Uman knelt down and put his head at the chief's feet again.
"What on earth are you going to say?"
Chichika shook the other person's hair impatiently.
"I'm here to stay and resist the attack of the Cactus Tribe!"
Wuman raised his head. This time, his eyes were clear and not dull at all.
"Chief, only I can buy you time now!"
Hearing this, Chichika suddenly froze and remained motionless. He slowly lowered his head, looked into the eyes of the general at his feet, and did not speak for a long time.
"Chief, I am a wolf, and I am willing to die for the wolf king."
A fierce smile appeared on Wuman's face, and the bloody whip marks trembled.
"Our Red Dog Tribe will definitely exist in the wilderness forever!"
"Uman..."
Chichika lowered his eyes and held his beloved general's hair again. This time, he didn't let go for a long time.
"I'll give you six hundred warriors and fifty redheads! Hold on for me for two days!"
After a while, the red dog leader turned around and looked at the dawn in the east. He bit his lip silently, and made a vow full of hatred against the stinging blood and pungent smoke.
"Witness the ancestors! If you die in battle for me, I will slaughter the three thousand Otomi serfs in the valley, and then gather warriors from all tribes to seek revenge on the Cactus tribe!"
