September comes at the end of the rainy season, bringing sunshine to the sky and hope of harvest to the earth. It rains at the beginning of autumn and everything harvests. South of the Leman River, the Lake Kingdom still has plenty of rain, providing sufficient moisture for crops. Messengers were boating on Lake Patzcuaro, delivering orders to seize the autumn harvest. As far as they could see, they saw tall cornfields everywhere, so lush and green that there was no end in sight.
Farmers in the Lake District are busy in the fields, smelling the aroma of ripening grains on their noses, and showing the joy of the autumn harvest on their faces. Now the pumpkins have been harvested, the beans are just ripening, and the corn is on the cob. Under the supervision of the priests, the kingdom's spring plowing this year was more timely than last year, and the weather has been smooth all the way. It is looking like a good year!
In the wilderness of the North, the short rainy season has just passed, but the clarion call of war is getting louder and louder. The plateau is desolate and undulating, with thousands of Otomi militiamen running back and forth. They carried it on their shoulders, resisted with their hands, and used some wheelbarrows supported by the kingdom to transport military supplies from the mountain city to the north, and then escorted the prisoners from the north to the mountain city.
The three-way coalition rested for many days and after replenishing the latest batch of food, they followed the Central Army's order and took action again. The black wolf Toltec took the lead in breaking out of camp and attacking. The army scouts spread out far away and fought with the harassing canine squad. The eight thousand middle legions were unstoppable and marched all the way north. The marching horn blew for three days before they arrived at the Red Fox Valley where the dog descendants gathered.
There was not a single white cloud in the sky, and the earth was filled with Xiao Ran's murderous intent. The intersection of mountains and rivers creates rare fertile soil in the North, attracting cruel fighting in the wilderness. Eight thousand coalition troops set up camp in the southeast of the Red Fox Valley, and then slowly spread out to the surrounding area, surrounding the southeastern valley entrance. Tens of thousands of Guakili tribes immediately shrank into the Red Fox Valley. Each tribe only sent a few tribal warriors to harass, and most of the main force could not stand out.
"Is this the Red Fox Valley?"
Toltec and his troops stood in front of a valley mouth in the southeast of the valley, carefully observing the terrain of the valley mouth from a distance of several miles. Soon, he frowned.
The narrow mountain road extends for several miles, with the terrain slightly upward. At the end are several wooden and stone forts built on high ground. A red lynx flag was planted on the fort.
Under the flag are the guarding Guakili dog descendants. They were armed with short bows and javelins, wielding stone spears and hammers, and numbered more than a thousand in number. Among the more than a thousand canine warriors, there were also two hundred senior red-haired warriors who were howling loudly, waving weapons, and provoking demonstrations against the southern coalition forces. From a distance, although the canine descendants were poorly equipped, they seemed to have high morale.
"Dear Captain Black Wolf, this is the fertile Pa Valley! In the coalition, many nobles have their fiefdoms here, and one-third of the Pamus warriors are also from here. This is the territory of our Otomi people, It was just taken over by a shameless canine, and he even changed his name to a canine!"
Mespa led hundreds of family warriors and stood next to the black wolf. He shouted angrily, looking at the canine descendants in the valley with hatred in his eyes, as if he wanted to kill each other with his eyes.
"Well, the terrain at the entrance of the valley is narrow and it is difficult for the army to deploy. The enemy is condescending and has built a defensive camp. There are thrown stones and wooden blocks on the camp. Hey, this wilderness dog descendant is actually somewhat decent in defense! Could it be? Learned it from the Otomi people?”
Toltec looked at it for a while, a little surprised. He turned to Mesper.
"You said there is a small city in the valley? What is the terrain there? Are there any remaining Otomi people holding on?"
Hearing this, Mespa's expression darkened and he shook his head bitterly.
"Captain, the terrain of the valley is natural, and the defense relies entirely on the mountains that close together, plus the camps at the northwest and southeast valley entrances. The small town in the middle of the valley doesn't even have a defensive wall. It just gives the nobles a decent place. To live in. The only thing that can be considered solid is the stone temple in the center of the small town."
"The cunning Guakili canine descendants attacked so quickly that no one had time to prepare! They sent hundreds of red-haired warriors in advance to sneak into the camp at the mouth of the valley. The northwest valley entrance fell in less than half a day, and thousands of canine descendants howled like wild beasts. They rushed in like they were wearing red eyes. They killed everyone they saw and ate the food they grabbed. They were like monsters coming out of the ground! The nobles and their family warriors retreated to the vicinity of the temple and held on bravely for half a day. As a result, what happened next There are more and more canine descendants, and the flags of more than a dozen tribes have appeared in succession..."
"Seeing that the situation was over, the noble leaders discussed together for a while and decided to take their family warriors with them and retreat from the southeastern valley mouth that was still under their control. When they left, they left hundreds of brave militiamen to hold on to the temple. Now they are all I have returned to the Kingdom of God!..."
Toltec patiently listened to Mesper's words. He thought for a moment, filtered out useless words, and asked in a deep voice.
"Mespa, let me tell you, you Otomi people only held on to such a dangerous valley for one day?"
"Ah, it was more than just one day. From the time the scout reported the enemy's situation, it probably... probably lasted for two or three days!"
Hearing the question, Mespa looked ashamed and his face turned red.
"The main warriors were unprepared, and the nobles had no subordinates. In addition, the canine descendants at that time went south to seek survival. They were too ferocious..."
"How many residents were originally in the valley? How many militiamen and men were withdrawn? Are there any Otomi people who have not been captured, who can be used as a response?"
Toltec continued to ask questions, interrupting Mesper's explanation. Mesper paused, lost his voice for a moment, and then answered.
"There were originally 20,000 to 30,000 people in the valley. When it fell, only a thousand nobles and warriors should have escaped, and then two to three thousand militiamen were gathered. As for the other ordinary residents who fled, the nobles had no time to take care of them. We know how many have escaped. Not long ago, the scouts saw on the mountains that there are now thousands of captured Otomi farmers in the valley, cultivating the fields for the canine descendants. However, they are all frightened by the canine descendants. At most, it is rumored that News, you can’t count on anything else..."
"Captain Black Wolf, I was in Pamus City at the time, and I really don't know much about the situation in the valley that day. If you need it, I can call a few nobles from the Pamus Valley to come out and give you a detailed report."
"No need! We've seen a lot of canine tribes along the way. They're just mice in the field, but there are a lot of them here. As for the camp at Taniguchi, let's fight for a while to see what it's like!"
Toltec raised his head, waved his hand, then took out a small red flag and pointed to the camp at the mouth of the valley.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The low drums of war beat, and the messenger's flag waved. The warrior battalion commander Yolich blew a bone whistle, and five hundred lightly-armed archers wearing paper armor formed a loose formation and quickly entered the narrow mountain road. Behind the group of archers were five hundred vanguard barbarians who were about to charge into the formation.
Soon, the archers arrived more than a hundred steps away from the mouth of the valley and started a shooting formation. They held longbows in their hands and approached in small steps with their heads raised, ready to shoot at any time. The camp opposite relies on the terrain and is more than ten meters high! There are hundreds of canine hunters above, each holding a short bow and bone arrows, and they are also ready to attack.
Yolich narrowed his eyes, held up his shield, and estimated the distance of the upward shot. He approached until he was sixty steps away from the camp. At the camp, an impulsive canine hunter couldn't bear it any longer. He raised his hunting bow and shot a short arrow downwards with a whoosh. The surrounding canine hunters were affected and started shooting arrows.
"Whizzing!"
The rain of arrows hit them head-on, bringing with them gusts of wind, vaguely mixed with the shouts and curses of the red-haired warriors.
"Bah! These barbarians from the North, barking dogs! They didn't hear the order and just shot indiscriminately. They are even worse than the Tekos people. They have no discipline at all!"
Yolich let out a disdainful "poof". He is a descendant of Tarasco, has been fighting for many years, and is capable of both archery and spear skills.
Whether it is the kingdom or the alliance army, they strictly require the warriors to follow orders, especially in large-scale battles, they must act in unison. In comparison, the discipline of the canine warriors is even far inferior to that of the kingdom's spear militia.
"Duh, duh."
Several feather arrows were nailed into the wooden shield, making a low muffled sound. The warrior battalion commander felt the strength of the arrow shot from his shield and suddenly blew the bone flute on his neck.
"Dudu! Mass shooting!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
A hail of arrows rose from behind Jolich and shot towards the camp sixty paces away. Eight or nine dog-born hunters let out shrill screams and fell from the camp with a bang, leaving long blood stains. The other canine hunters paused, then lowered their bodies and fired more fiercely. Soon, nearly ten legion archers also covered their throats or faces, groaned and fell to the ground.
Being condescending and taking advantage of the terrain, even the short bows of the canine hunters can hurt the legion's longbowmen at the same distance. Some red-haired warriors were particularly skilled in archery, shooting arrows at the head, face, throat and heart.
Just as Yolich moved his shield to observe the effect of the shot, a bone arrow struck sharply, hitting the rattan helmet on his head. The warrior battalion commander felt a pain in his forehead and his heart trembled. He took two steps back before reaching out and touching his head. The bone arrow was already worn out, and it was only inserted into the fine rattan helmet, and it would scratch his forehead, leaving a small, shallow gash.
"Damn it! What a powerful shooting skill... This Guakili dog descendant... is actually quite powerful!"
The warrior battalion commander murmured to himself and covered his figure with his shield again. Behind him, the drums continued to beat, and the shouts became louder. Inspired by the war priests, the vanguard barbarians prayed loudly to the Lord God, ready to launch a desperate assault at any time. The archers on both sides shot at each other, the arrows rained back and forth sharply, splashing with blood, and soon hundreds of people were killed.
The bodies of the soldiers fell to the ground, exuding warm life. Vitality flows at the mouth of the valley, seeping into the streams between the valleys, and tinged with a faint blush. Beside the stream, the cactus flowers were stained with blood and bloomed more vividly, like a harbinger of death.
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