The frightened shouts lasted all night, and the chaos of the canine people lasted all night. When the morning sun rose and shone on the camp on the mountain, the densely packed canine warriors were gone. Looking from a distance, the steep camp was completely ruined, with everywhere
There are traces of chaos caused by the fire, as well as the bodies of canine people lying randomly.
Shulot climbed up the hill, looked at the few hundred enemies left on the stronghold, and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he smiled and said to his most trusted warrior commander.
"The canine brigade has been defeated. After listening to the howling all night, I am a little tired, so I go to sleep for a while. Bertard, come and defeat the remaining enemies for me!"
"Follow your will, Your Highness!"
Bertard smiled and agreed. Hulott turned and left without looking at the top of the mountain. After a while, there were bursts of killing sounds from behind.
"Boohoo!"
The rain of arrows from the upward attack rose from the middle of the mountain and hit the dilapidated camp, leaving a few fresh touches of red. The morning sun rose into the sky, and it was noon before I knew it. The bright sunshine fell from the blue sky, illuminating the
The intertwined red and brown mountains also illuminated the village where repeated battles were fought.
The remaining two hundred or so canine warriors were sparsely lurking behind the stronghold, unable to show their heads due to the weight of the shooting arrows. Under the waves of attacks from the Cactus Tribe, more than half of them had been destroyed, and they abandoned the main red dog camp.
Retreat to the high mountains behind the camp.
Soon, after the rain of arrows, the elite Jaguar battle group, wearing heavy armor and holding large shields, formed a small, loose formation and carefully attacked again.
As they went up, the steep slope became narrower and the terrain became more rugged. The canine descendants took advantage of the terrain and resisted step by step. The personal guard Wuman appeared, holding a shield in his hand. He quickly looked around for a moment, then looked at the red-haired soldiers on the left and right.
Give the order and then push down a big boulder yourself.
"Boom! Boom!"
Several loud roars echoed, and several large rocks rolled down from high places, carrying the power to kill heavy armor! Seeing the fierce falling rocks, the Jaguar battle group was stunned. Their formation spread out even more
, patiently hid on the spot, waiting for the rocks to roll away, and then climbed up again.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Soon, the Jaguar battle group boarded the camp again. The red-haired hunter's bone arrows fell from a higher place, avoiding the armored body, and aimed at the face and neck. From time to time, enemy teams rushed out from the hidden mountains.
, wildly swinging the stone hammer, fighting with the Jaguar soldiers.
Faced with various attacks, the Jaguars cautiously stopped and defended first and then attacked. They covered each other and made full use of their shields and heavy armor to minimize casualties. Then, the elite warriors methodically killed the attackers.
The canine descendants who came turned into corpses!
"too slow!"
Bertard stood on the hillside, a hundred steps away, frowning. He looked at the sky and saw that it was already noon.
"Most of the Dogmen have been defeated, and only a few hundred people are left behind. The Jaguar battle group is known as an elite group. They attacked Banri Mountain, but they still haven't eliminated the remaining enemies!"
"Chief Holy Eagle, these troops at the rear are resisting very tenaciously and will not retreat to the death. Their red-haired leader is particularly resistant. He keeps throwing rocks and shooting hidden arrows, and has already killed two Jaguar warriors."
Tupa held his bow and squinted his eyes, observing the hills where the figures were flashing.
"The enemies on the mountain have retreated to the highest point and are surrounded by groups. They are just struggling trapped beasts at this time. As for the Jaguar battle group...well, it is indeed a bit too stable. It is because the terrain is too steep and heavy armor is difficult to climb.
?Haha, or maybe you’re afraid of being stoned to death, a death that would be too dishonorable?”
Hearing this, Bertard raised his eyebrows. Although the two aristocratic battle groups, the Eagle and the Jaguar, were extremely elite, they both had the independent will of the military aristocrats. Even now, he cannot use these troops like an arm.
In the entire alliance, it is estimated that the only ones who can really drive the noble war group to fight to the death are King Avitt and His Highness Shulot.
The warrior commander looked at it for a while and shook his head. He turned to Tupa and said.
"Tupa, you bring two hundred longbow guards and kill that leader for me! Black Wolf was injured and missed the battle here. You should make more military exploits for him and yourself!"
"Okay, Chief Holy Eagle!"
After receiving the order, Tupa nodded knowingly. Without any hesitation, he knelt down on one knee and saluted.
Black Wolf Toltec was born in the first batch of His Highness's personal guards, and he was in the second batch of personal guards. Both of them were civilian warriors loyal to His Highness and received the teachings of the warrior chief. In several years of battles, there were also
Many of these personal guards of His Highness were successively selected by the samurai chiefs and appointed as mid-level officers of each legion. They are more loyal, more brave, and more united than the military nobles inherited from the alliance, and they are vaguely their own line.
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Afterwards, Tupa led two hundred longbow guards, holding longbows, and climbed up the mountain with great agility. Within a quarter of an hour, he crossed the Jaguar battle group and came to the front line of the battle!
"Get close and shoot!"
Tupa whispered an order, and the guards immediately stopped and fired fiercely. The red-haired hunter of the dog breed also stood up and threw rocks and arrows at the bottom frantically. However, after two rounds of shooting, more than a dozen people from both sides fell to the ground.
Tupa himself was wearing ordinary warrior clothes, and with a few sharpshooters, he crouched behind the rocks and waited patiently.
Soon, Uman raised his shield again and showed his head. He looked at the precarious situation and encouraged him in a hoarse voice.
"Warriors, as long as you hold on until dark, the main force of the tribe will be able to walk for one more day! For the sake of the tribe, for the big leader, and for the sake of the old camp behind, stay for another half a day!"
The canine warriors looked numb and responded in a low voice. They were not the backbone of the tribe, but the palace soldiers who were left behind. They experienced a night of chaos last night, and they fought hard for half a day today. Everyone was almost exhausted until now.
Only the last breath left.
"Ouch! Kill!"
Uman looked fierce and let out a wolf howl. After a brief observation, he pointed in the direction where the guards gathered, and suddenly pushed down a large stone. The large stone thundered down, disrupting the formation of the guards and exposing the bodies of the warriors.
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Then, he quickly put down his shield, raised his long bow, and aimed at the vital point of a personal guard, with an exquisite arrow!
"Whoosh!"
The sharp bone arrow struck from a high place, avoiding the middle armor at a tricky angle, and accurately shot into the neck. The guard immediately covered his neck, swayed with all his strength, and rolled down the mountain with his head raised.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Almost at the same time, several bronze arrows were prepared and attacked together! But in an instant, the sharp arrows shot fiercely through the cotton armor and penetrated Uman's chest and abdomen!
"Well!..."
The stern look on Wuman's face disappeared in an instant. The arrow entered his body, and the huge momentum made him lean backwards; his internal organs were shattered, and he instantly lost his strength. He staggered and fell to the ground, and a large amount of blood flowed from his chest.
The wound on his abdomen oozed, soaking into the brown rocks. He looked at the blue sky, imagining the boundless wasteland, and his eyes straightened for the last time.
"Uh, uh... So it turns out that you don't feel pain when you're about to die?... It's as light as a bird flying... Flying, what does flying feel like? Don't... don't block it
I... let me fly to the wilderness, take a look, just for a moment... and then... return to the big... land..."
After more than ten breaths, Uman's eyes collapsed. He vaguely heard chaotic shouts, and then boundless darkness came.
Several red-haired guards rushed forward, cried and knelt on the ground, and hugged the leader's body randomly. The remaining canine warriors lost their fighting spirit, howled and turned around to break up, and even knelt down to surrender.
"Haha, hit!"
Tupa laughed loudly and confidently shook the longbow in his hand.
"My bow skills seem to be only a little worse than those of the Black Wolf Chief! Well, two points worse than those of the Holy Eagle Chief... better than His Highness... Hehe... Haha!"
After laughing for a while, Tupa straightened up with murderous intent on his face.
"Let's go! Get our military exploits!"
The longbow guards quickly attacked, and the canine people on the mountain could no longer resist. After another half moment, the last few red-haired people were killed by arrows, and the remaining more than a hundred canine people knelt down and surrendered.
Tupa held his head high, held his bow, and led his guards to the heights of the rear camp. He strode forward, then suddenly stopped.
Uman's body lay quietly on the rocks. His eyes were still wide open until he died.
"Phew!...He is a real warrior!"
Tupa breathed out, held the amulet around his neck with both hands, lowered his head and prayed devoutly.
"Praise the Lord God! He loves warriors the most! May you rest in the red kingdom and become a butterfly in the mountains!"
After sincerely praying, Tupa grinned again. He put his hand deep into his arms, took out a sharp obsidian dagger, and said cheerfully to Uman.
"Okay! You have gone to the Kingdom of God and turned into a red butterfly... Then lend me your head!"
The sun was setting slightly in the west, and the red sun was dyed through the clouds. Red butterflies were flying in the mountains, and the warrior's head was passed down the mountain road until it was in the hands of the king.
In the big tent, Shulot looked at Uman's head for a while and nodded calmly. Then, he turned around and smiled at Keka who was waiting beside him.
"Coca, do you know this warrior?"
"...the great chief, he is Chichika's personal guard general and the most famous warrior of the Red Dog Tribe, Uman."
Koka lowered his head, his expression full of awe. But in one night, the Red Dog Alliance Army was completely defeated, and even Uman died here!
"oh?"
Shulot glanced at Koka lightly and asked again with a smile.
"According to the customs of the wilderness, how should a warrior be buried?"
"The rituals of each tribe are different, but they basically use fire. The chief's ashes will be carried with him, and the ashes of the tribesmen will be buried in the earth. As for the brave warriors..."
Ke Ka paused. He looked at Uman's head with a complicated expression.
"We will climb a hill. At sunrise or sunset, facing the sacred red sky, we will lift the ashes in the wind and scatter them into the vast wilderness."
"The cremation and ashes... are the same as those of the Canine descendants of Guamar."
Shulot nodded slightly and then fell into deep thought.
"The sacred red sky... coincides with the red country in the alliance's belief. It seems that the origins of the Guaquili dog descendants and the Aztec tribe are quite similar."
After a moment, Shulot smiled gently.
"Coca, in that case, I leave the funeral of this warrior to you! You must follow the priest's instructions, integrate the traditions of the wasteland with the faith of the main god, create a new ceremony, and bury the Guaji who died in the battle on both sides.
Lee Warriors!"
"Ah! Chief? I...I'll hold the funeral?"
Hearing this, Koka's eyes widened.
"Well, this is the first task I give you."
Shulot smiled faintly. Then, with a solemn look on his face, he gave an order that he could not refuse.
"Draw out a thousand warriors from the Red Frog tribe! Five hundred people will join the samurai commander's vanguard army, and they will hunt down all the Red Dog Alliance tribes all night long! The remaining five hundred people will join the rear army, and along the mountain roads on both sides, they will recruit the defeated troops.
Tribal warrior!"
"Ah! Your Highness, these, I, these thousand people..."
Keka's face showed anxiety, but he didn't dare to resist. The life or death of Miwa's five hundred elites was uncertain. He didn't know how many of them would be able to come back, but now he had to pull out a thousand more!
"Coca, believe in the Lord God devoutly, and I will promise you a future."
Shurot gently patted the other party's shoulder.
"As for the thousand soldiers I will mobilize, I will make up for you from the surrendered prisoners! Well, I will also equip you with army priests!"
Kaka opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Yesterday's sky fire flashed in his mind, just like Uman's head today. After a while, he knelt down on the ground resigned to his fate.
"I obey you, Warchief!"
The king smiled, turned around, and looked at the eastern sky. The evening was approaching, the sun was about to set, and the sky was full of red. And the faith of the Lord God had been sown in the vast wilderness, just like the glory of the alliance!
