The sunset in the wasteland is a deep red, slowly sinking into the distant mountains. There is a vast glow on the mountains, smearing the bright red sky and soaking the bloody earth. In the bloody dusk, the cruel battle has ended.
The main camp of Red Dog at Taniguchi is full of ruins, with the edges blackened after being burned and the inside dark red after being stained with blood. Thousands of damaged warrior corpses are stacked like maple leaves; broken bone arrows and copper arrows are difficult to
The count is as dense as long grass. And the closer you go to the center, the more so.
A pair of moccasins stepped into the camp, surrounded by straw sandals. The moccasins walked slowly into the camp, past the fallen corpses, until they reached the red dog flag. At this moment, the red dog flag that had been passed down for many years had been broken.
His face was sunk in blood and mud, and was badly damaged.
And a strong corpse lay on its back next to the red dog flag. He was glaring with anger, his face was covered with blood, his hair was dyed red, he had a wolf robe on his back, and he held a war club tightly in his hand. There were ten swords stuck in his body.
A few feather arrows, but the fatal wound should be a bloody hole two fingers thick on the left chest, which was caused by a copper spear piercing the heart. His limbs still maintained the posture before death, as if they were still fighting. Because of death
At that moment, the body exerted great force, and the muscles all over the body spasmed and twitched, forming a rigor mortis.
The owner of the moccasins finally stopped. His eyes stayed on the corpse, and after a while, he asked in a deep voice.
"Ozoma, is this the leader of the Guakili Alliance and the chief of the Red Dog Tribe, Chichika?"
"Yes, respected Chief Death."
Ozoma's face was a little dazed. Although he had been prepared, he still had an unreal feeling at this moment: the red dog chief who had been in the wilderness for more than ten years, fierce and brave, like a wolf king, died silently.
Here? He stared closely at Chichika's body and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to feel Chichika's breath.
Seeing this scene, Shulot shook his head. He looked at the bloody hole in Chichika's chest and fell into deep thought.
"Your Highness, please forgive me!... I failed to capture the enemy chief Chichika alive, and my heart was damaged..."
Bertard knelt down on one knee with an expression of shame. As the nominally important goal of the Northern March, the heart of Chichika, the canine leader, must be sacrificed to the Lord God to declare the victory of the Northern March. It was precisely for the sacrifice that Chichika
It was only after Chica died in battle that he was not beheaded by the samurai.
"It doesn't matter. The Victory Sacrifice will not be affected. The Lord God protects us and will definitely be satisfied with the sacrifices."
Shulot smiled slightly and said with certainty. Soon, he would personally host the victory ceremony outside the city of Palms, and then announce the Lord God's blessing.
"Chichica fought hard and died without retreating?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
Bertard stood up, his face calm again.
"Five hundred hunters descended from the east mountain, shot at the camp, and killed many red-haired hunters. The morale of the Red Dog tribe dropped sharply, and the front line quickly dispersed and could no longer be maintained. The heavily armored Jaguar regiment immediately launched a charge
, completely defeated the Red Dog tribe... Chichika stood under the flag and fought to the death, never taking a step back until her death."
"I see."
Shulot nodded slowly.
"Where is the warrior who killed Chichica? I will reward him generously!"
Hearing this, Bertard paused for a moment. He stretched out his hand and pointed towards Chichika.
"Your Highness, that is the corpse holding the spear."
Shulot looked there and saw a warrior wearing an eagle helmet, holding a half-short spear, entangled with two red-haired canines and dying together. With Chichika's position as the center, the surrounding area was densely packed with people.
A circle full of corpses of warriors from both sides, many with the iconic red hair.
"After Chichika died in the battle, the surrounding chief guards were like crazy! More than a hundred red-haired men rushed towards the legion desperately, dragging the attacking warriors to death. Even the heavily armored Jaguar battle group,
Five people were killed in the battle... But after these chief guards died, the remaining more than a thousand Red Dog soldiers knelt down and surrendered."
"Nearly half of the four thousand Red Dog soldiers died in the battle, hundreds fled, and only a thousand more surrendered..."
The king watched silently for a while and sighed with emotion.
"Chichica can get a brave man to die, but he won't die unjustly!"
Bertard nodded in agreement. Then, he glanced at Ozoma lightly. Until now, Chief Red Monkey is still a little confused and unbelievable. From this glimpse, it can be seen that Chief Chichika has a lot of respect in the hearts of the canine descendants.
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"The warrior who killed Chichica wore an eagle helmet... was he a newly recruited Prepecha warrior from the Praetorian Guard?"
Shulot was thoughtful and asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, Your Highness. His name is Nekavar. He was born in the Prepecha Lake area. He was a surrendered soldier from the capital during the Western Expedition. After participating in the military camp for a year, he was recruited because of his devout belief in the Lord God and his excellent combat skills.
Replenish the Guards Corps."
Bertard recalled for a moment and explained in detail. He controlled the Guards Corps and had an impression of the famous warriors in the legion.
"A Prepeca man, born in the army, a devout believer in gods, sacrificed his life during the Northern Expedition..."
Hearing this, Shulot's eyes brightened and he nodded.
"Bertard, reward this warrior's family generously! When he returns to the kingdom, he must erect a statue for him in the warrior forest under the main temple of Yakarta in the royal capital! Then let someone write the poem about the Northern Expedition,
Sing it in the kingdom!”
"Understood. Your Highness."
Bertard nodded knowingly. The Warriors Forest is a newly built building in the royal capital. It is located under the main temple of Yacata and is used to commemorate the outstanding warriors who died in the war. This building not only has important religious significance, but also can
Inspiring warriors to fight bravely will also unite the hearts of all members of the kingdom. Now, Nekaval will enter the Warrior Forest as the first Prepecha warrior, accept the admiration of future generations, and rest with the country.
Shulot thought for a moment and asked aloud.
"Did Chichica leave any last words before she died?"
Bertard concentrated on recalling it for a long time before he said.
"The warriors said that Chichica died in the fight. The battle was very fierce at that time. He kept shouting like a wild animal to inspire the guards around him. After being shot in his vital part, he lost his strength instantly and had no time to speak.
He just glanced towards the north and fell to the ground... Probably because he was unwilling to do so, he didn't wait for reinforcements until his death."
"The dog-born reinforcements will never arrive. The scouts reported that thousands of people from the Red Crow tribe are fleeing to the east, and the rest of the tribes in the valley are also scattered."
Shulot has received the latest intelligence and sent out troops to pursue the attack. Now, three thousand Red Frog warriors and six thousand Ottopan legions have entered the Palms Valley. They will be divided into three groups, day and night.
Don't stop. Go straight to Palms City, block the eastern exit all the way, and block the northwest exit all the way. After all the exits are blocked, then go back and sweep across, pacifying all the ministries in the valley.
"Chichica should have left her last words before she died."
The king thought for a while and said with deep meaning.
"really."
Bertard nodded.
"Your Highness, what do you think are more appropriate last words?"
Shulot didn't answer immediately. He patted Ozoma's shoulder.
"Ah! Holy Death Chief!"
"Ozoma, when tribal chiefs change in the wilderness, if it is a bloody change, what will the victor do and what will they say?"
"Bleeding replacement..."
Some long-lasting bloody memories flashed in Ozoma's mind, making him tremble.
"Great Chief, according to the custom of the wasteland, the winner will burn the previous chief to ashes and then scatter it into the wind with his own hands. He will pray to the Mother Earth Goddess, wishing that the deceased will turn into a new baby of the tribe, and pray for the future prosperity of the tribe!"
"...what a rustic custom."
Hearing this, Shulot nodded slightly and ordered Bertard.
"So, Chichika's last words were, 'The Cactus tribe is also a tribe in the wilderness. If they died in the hands of the death chief, what is there to be sad about? Please scatter my body in the wind. I want to return to the embrace of the earth.
A baby is born in the cactus tribe...and the throne of the king of the wasteland will be handed over to you! Please be kind to the people of Guakili in the wasteland, we are born from the same origin...'"
Bertard took out a pen and paper and wrote down the king's words. After writing, he added.
"Your Highness, I will arrange for people to sing Chichika's last words among the surrendered dog tribes."
"Very good! In a few days, I will hold a sacrificial ceremony in Palms City. I will first sacrifice him to the main god, then recite a dying poem, and finally deal with him according to the customs of the wasteland!"
"I obey your will, Your Highness."
The two looked at each other and smiled. The military battle of the Northern Expedition has basically been completed, and next, these political arrangements have to be considered. If the kingdom wants to drive tens of thousands of Guakili dog descendants, or even recruit legions, it cannot be done simply by using force.
Ozoma stood aside, dumbfounded. After a while, he came back to his senses.
"The Death Chief is like a jaguar with a fox head. He is indeed more cunning...and much smarter than the wolf-like Chief Chichica."
Thinking of this, Ozoma's eyes flickered for a moment, then he suddenly fell to his knees.
"Great Chief!"
"Um?"
"The tribes in the valley were confused by the rumors and feared the reputation of the great chief, so they fled in all directions. Witness my ancestors! I am willing to run for you and recruit the tribes who fled the wilderness!"
"Oh? You want to go to the valley and recruit all the troops for me?"
Shulot looked seriously at the kneeling Ozoma.
"Exactly! Chief, Chief Massat of Red Deer has always been familiar with me. As long as you give me one night, he will come and pay allegiance to the chief early tomorrow morning!"
Ozoma knelt at the king's footsteps and waited like a loyal dog.
Shulot looked at Ozoma for a while, stretched out his hand and held his hair. This was the etiquette of accepting allegiance. Then, the king said in a deep voice.
"Ozoma, I give you this opportunity, don't let me down! Tell all the tribes in the valley that as long as you surrender voluntarily, you will not be sacrificed by the kingdom. Although I am named the God of Death, I don't like killing people..."
Having said this, the king raised his head and looked at the distant sky. The sun was setting and night enveloped the earth. The campaign in the north was coming to an end, but the long journey would never end. If you want to build a long-lasting empire, you must capture the heroes from all over the world and unite them.
All tribes in the world. All tribes in the world are the king’s future subjects. The bright moon is as clear as the king’s heart.
