Northland stretches into unknown distances. After marching more than two hundred miles north from the city of Otopan, we entered the border of Parmesan State.
To the east lies the towering Sierra Madre Oriental Mountains. The moist easterly wind from the sea is blocked by the rolling mountains, the precipitation suddenly decreases, and the vegetation gradually becomes sparse. The earth slowly lost its freshness, leaving only traces of large areas of desolation. Soon, the blue plateau turned into a gray wasteland, with yuccas and cacti dotted on the endless sand, looking extremely majestic and desolate.
As the coalition forces moved north, shrill war trumpets sounded in the wilderness. Bronze arrows and bone arrows went back and forth, piercing into the soft body; war sticks and stone spears clashed, leaving behind fallen bodies. The scout teams from both sides were constantly fighting. Once they met, they showed no mercy and used their lives to paint the wasteland with color.
A black vulture circled in the sky, croaking in death. It rolled its eyes, watching the two groups of gray-blue figures fighting each other, and looking forward to a delicious meal soon. Soon, the dry land was soaked in bright red, and there were more and more still corpses. It didn't take long for one party to turn around and flee, while the other party started to run in pursuit.
"Whoosh!"
Sharp bone arrows pierced the sky, and the running figure immediately fell to the ground without even having time to let out a miserable howl. Then, a red-haired warrior came quickly. He kicked the body that fell to the ground, looked at the arrow that hit his heart accurately, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Bah, I let you run! Can you still outrun me?"
Iwekan kicked him twice more, then stretched out his arms and wiped the sweat from his face with his cotton armor. More than a dozen dog-born scouts chased up from behind, also wearing the grey-blue cotton armor of the Otomi people. The scouts have been fighting for several months, and now they have changed their equipment and have sharp obsidian war clubs in their hands.
"Okay! After chasing this for a long time, I finally managed to keep all the Otomi dogs behind!"
Amosi glanced at the body and grinned.
"Iwekan, your shooting skills are so good! You can still hit a running person from dozens of steps away!"
"Ouch! He just runs forward in a straight line, so why can't he hit it? The really hard thing to shoot is that big black bird in the sky!"
As he spoke, Iwekan squinted his eyes, raised the long bow in his hand, and took a look at the sky.
Seeing this dangerous action, the American vulture immediately spread its wings and climbed up to more than ten meters before stopping. It circled and flew while croaking, as if mocking the hunters on the ground. In the wasteland where food is scarce, if the big birds did not have this kind of vigilance, they would have been hunted down by the canine descendants who are good at shooting.
"Whoosh!"
A bone arrow soared rapidly, piercing the sky powerfully and brushing against the wings of an American vulture. The big black bird was so frightened that its wings trembled, and it decisively gave up the food in front of it, turned around and flew away.
Ivican first sighed with regret, and then smiled with satisfaction. He couldn't put it down and groped repeatedly on the long bow, carefully feeling the texture of the wood, as if he was communicating with the divine weapon.
"Amosi, this big bow is really good! It's very strong and stable and tight."
Amosi looked at Da Gong with envy in his eyes. A few days ago, two scout teams joined forces and ambushed a group of scattered Otomi warriors. They captured this useful bow from the leading noble. The two had a quarrel over the ownership of this magical bow, and in the end, Iwekan, who was from a large tribe, got it.
"Iwekan, when are we going to grab a big bow again?"
"Let's see! Very few of the native dogs have big bows, and they usually stay in the army. The cactus scouts do have a lot of big bows, but they are always difficult to shoot, and you will lose yourself if you are not careful."
Hearing this, Amosi sighed and kicked the stones on the ground.
"The Otomi people are becoming more and more difficult to deal with! In today's battle, although we successfully ambush and killed twenty Otomi native dogs, we also killed seven tribal warriors!"
Hearing this, Iwekan put away his long bow. He looked at the scouts following him, with a rare expression of sadness on his face.
"Ouch! Today we shot almost half of the Otomi warriors to death before the morale of the local dogs collapsed and they turned around to run for their lives. Damn it! In the past, they would have collapsed if they were beaten casually. Now with the support of the tiger heads of the Cactus tribe, even the earth dogs The dogs can all drop their tails and pretend to be wolves!”
"Yeah. Fortunately, no one escaped alive. Otherwise, we would be in trouble if we attracted the tiger head of the Cactus tribe!"
The two red-haired scouts shivered at the mention of the Mexica Jaguar warriors. These senior warriors who are good at tracking can't escape at all. They are also skilled in various martial arts and can run extremely fast. They are the most dangerous enemies of the canine scouts.
The two red-haired warriors looked at the south and were stunned for a while, but Iwekan spoke first.
"Amosi, the army in the south is too large, and scouts are scattered everywhere. After ambushing this group of local dogs, we can't stay here. Where should we go next?"
"Iweikan, the coalition forces in the south have three large groups: the Otomi Dogs with bird flags on the east and west, and the cactus warriors with wolf flags in the middle. We have just scouted this group in the west, and there are probably more in the east. That's it. Now, we should go see the enemies in the middle so we can go back and explain to the chiefs and elders!"
Amosi thought for a while and then made up his mind. As long as we detect some useful information earlier, we can return to the tribe earlier to report back, and we can also leave the increasingly dangerous south earlier.
"Oh, that makes sense! The cactus warriors in the middle are running the fastest and are rushing to the front. They are probably almost at the door of the Red Rat Tribe. Just in time to see their battle formation!... Amosi, I My friend, although you are not as fast as me, you are still a little smarter than me. In my opinion, you might as well leave that small tribe as soon as possible and join our Red Fox! I can guarantee that Chief Otua will take it seriously. your!"
Hearing the familiar persuasion, Amosi shook his head casually. Being bossed around in a big tribe is not as fun as being the leader in a small tribe! He squinted his eyes, looked at the direction of the sun, and walked accurately to the east.
The evening sun shone on the red-haired warriors, casting long slanting shadows, which quickly disappeared into the deep dusk. The nights on the plateau are long and quiet. The moonlight is faint, soaked with a bit of coldness.
In order to avoid being discovered, the scout teams on both sides did not light bonfires, but quietly accumulated strength. Dog-born scouts often go hunting. Although they can barely see at night, they also lack the ability to fight at night. Nothing happened in the peaceful night, until the morning sun broke and a new day of fighting officially began.
Under the bright sunshine, Toltec carried the commander's battle flag, held his head high, and looked at the hills not far away.
On the hill, there is a simple camp of the canine tribe. The camp was surrounded by a thick wooden fence, and a red agouti flag was planted at the camp gate. At this moment, hundreds of canine warriors holding short bows and raising stone spears were nervously watching the thousands of troops outside the camp.
"One hundred, two hundred... one thousand, one thousand and five... less than 2,000 people, at most 500 warriors!"
Toltec was majestic, with wide eyes, counting the number of canine descendants in his heart. He curled his fingers and calculated for a long time before finally coming up with a rough figure.
"How stupid! Facing the Alliance's legions, what gave them the courage to stay here and resist?"
Black Wolf was a little confused. He looked behind him, and saw three thousand longbow militiamen, two thousand barbarian throwers, a thousand temple crossbowmen, and a full five thousand Mexica legions deployed in sequence, gradually surrounding the hill without leaving even a gap. He looked at the bottom of the hill again, where a small river flowed slowly, and large areas of cultivated farmland were lush and green. The corn in the field has bloomed and been pollinated, producing small corn cobs.
"Well, that's it! The harvest is not far away, it's just hard to wait."
Toltec murmured to himself, and then smiled, his knowledge has improved greatly! He laughed for a moment, then took out the command flag and waved it suddenly in the direction of the camp!
"Listen to my orders! Temple crossbowmen, guard the surroundings! Pioneers are throwing, prepare to throw spears! Longbow militia, get close and shoot!"
