The mountains rise and fall on the plateau, and the birds fly into the distance. The sun rises and the moon sets, the sky and the earth are always vast, and time and space are boundless to the distance. Trailing smoke and dust rose in the distant sky, and a vast team walked from the horizon to the front. As the sun sets and the moon rises, it becomes dusk and the army stops.
Shulot, wearing bronze armor, climbed onto the hill near the camp. He looked to the north, where the rays of light filled the sky and reflected colorful light and shadow on the mountains. The light and shadow change, the clouds dance, the earth and the sky merge, but it is so unpredictable.
"Like the eyes of gods, staring at the human heart..."
The king looked towards the sky calmly, his thoughts flying in the vast world. He already knew the battle situation in the valley, so he came day and night.
Toltec led an army into the valley. In just two days, the guards suffered 800 casualties, the Parmus warriors suffered 500 casualties, and the light archers suffered 200 casualties. There were 1,500 casualties before and after, and Hei Lang himself was injured and bedridden, unable to walk...
Shulot lowered his eyes slightly and looked into the distance again. At this moment, the mountains of the valley are at the end of the line of sight, only twenty or thirty miles away. Scouts from both sides communicated with each other and ran across the wasteland.
The king's eyes were fixed on the sky, as if feeling the state of mind of the gods. After a while, he whispered calmly.
"It's like the painting brush of the gods, using the sunset as water and the night sky as ink. When I put down the pen, the ink is soaked, which is a picturesque sunset... The gods use the sky as a painting, and the king uses the mountains and rivers to answer. My pen and ink are the same... "
The warrior commander came in a hurry and paused slightly when he saw His Highness's calm expression. At this moment, he suddenly thought of his ancestor Montezuma. After a few breaths, he respectfully stepped forward to ask for instructions.
"Your Highness, the legion camp has been set up, and the gunpowder and food have been properly placed. The civilians are preparing dinner."
Xiulote nodded. The wilderness and mountains were undulating, and the march was quite slow. Among the three thousand forbidden troops, there were 2,500 in armor, carrying eight wooden cannons and gunpowder, and two thousand militiamen transporting food. Fortunately, we can reach Taniguchi Camp tomorrow.
"Bertard, where are the legions of Giovanni?"
"According to the report from the messenger, Prince Giovanni's Eastern Route Army is fifty miles to the north of the east of the main army. They will continue to move northeast for one day, occupy the important territory in the northeast, and guard against the Red Dog Tribe in Palms City. The Red Dog Tribe There have been frequent mobilizations recently, and they are mobilizing on a large scale. They may come to support the Red Fox Valley. The scouts of the East Route Army have fought against their red-haired soldiers many times, and it is estimated that there will be a battle."
"Send an envoy and tell Giowa! Let him stop marching, build a camp on the spot, control the nearby mountain roads, and cover the northeast of the army. The corn has not been harvested yet, and since the Red Dog tribe is mobilizing at this time, they will definitely send troops. Dog descendants March quickly, be prepared to be attacked by them!"
Bertard took out a pen and paper, quickly recorded it, and drew a simple figure before handing it to the king. Shulot glanced at it twice and stamped it. Then the two personal guards took the jade talisman and the decree and immediately ran to the northeast.
"Where is Chalki's legion?"
"Your Highness, General Chalki's Western Army is fifty miles away to the west. They sent an envoy to ask for instructions whether to join the Chinese army?"
Shulot pondered for a moment and shook his head.
"Send an envoy and order Chalki! There is no need for the West Route Army to merge and go directly to the northwest valley entrance of the Red Fox Valley. Since the canine descendants got into the pockets by themselves, they must not be let go. Well, let Chalki Speed up and send two thousand elites to block the door first! Within two days, he must seal the northwest valley entrance to prevent most of the canine people from having a chance to escape!"
"As ordered, Your Highness."
Bertard bowed his head and continued writing. Captain Chalki was illiterate, so the warrior commander drew a simple diagram and repeated the message. Soon, two more messengers left in a hurry.
"Bertard, the painting is good. The mountains, rivers and terrain are all well marked. The graphics and text are also very vivid."
Shulot smiled and patted the warrior commander on the shoulder. Then, the king turned around and looked at the smoke in the camp.
"The journey is long and there is a long way to go. After the Northern Campaign, we will have the various tribes of Otomi select young men to study in the royal capital! We also need to send more literate priests..."
Smoke curled up into the dim sky. Bonfires were swaying in the camp, and large groups of warriors patrolled near the camp. Outside the camp, night covered the land. Two figures wearing hats were hiding in the shadows of the grass. They were looking solemnly at the camp several miles away.
The aroma of food wafts far away. Ivican swallowed and cursed in a low voice.
"Ouch! It's grilled corn tortillas. Damn it, the Cactus tribe is so rich! At this time of year, the warriors can all eat delicious corn tortillas! I can only eat pumpkin for every meal..."
"Ivican, have you counted the smoke?"
Amosi asked in a low voice.
"The smoke is thick and black, and it's all mixed together. How can I count it clearly? There are few trees and grass in the wasteland, and I don't know what they are burning. I obviously didn't see them chopping wood..."
Iwekan tried hard to watch for a long time, but still shook his head.
"Amosi, during the day, you saw the marching team. How many people did you estimate there were?"
"About three thousand to six thousand. In front are a large number of thick-skinned platinum cotton armors, and behind are a large group of militiamen transporting food. They bring strange wooden beasts with piles of food piled on the wooden beasts!"
"Oh, I saw it too! There are eight long wooden beasts in the middle of the team, which are worshiped by hundreds of people. There are always some strange and magical things in the Cactus tribe. But the one in front of me should be the relatives of the Death Chief. Wei tribe! It’s not unusual to have these.”
Ivican nodded. He looked at the black wolf flag in the center of the camp, as if he were seeing the totem of a priest in the tribe. After a while, he spoke again in awe.
"Amosi, looking at the smoke and dust of this march, it is indeed the size of a large tribe. The Death Chief personally led the tribe here, and brought so many evil things with him. Can the Taniguchi still be defended?"
Amosi was silent for a while and shook his head.
"This kind of thing... How would I, an ordinary tribal redhead, know about it?"
"Oh! Amosi, the chief has recruited red-haired people from various tribes to join the Red Fox army. You are now a member of our red-haired tribe! I know how smart you are. Without you, I wouldn't be able to win the first few battles. God's credit. By the way, the chief promised to give me a thousand warriors! From now on, I will lead the tribe's warriors, and you will be the deputy leader. Well, you will be in charge of all the men in your tribe. We two brothers, together in the wilderness Zongheng!”
Several days have passed since the brutal Battle of Taniguchi, and all the troops in the valley suffered heavy losses. The Red Cat tribe suffered casualties of three-quarters of its warriors, the Red Frog tribe suffered a quarter of its soldiers, and the Red Fox tribe also suffered hundreds of casualties. Faced with this situation, the three major tribes began to recruit a large number of warriors from ordinary tribes to divide the Dingkou and make up for the losses in the war.
Amosi said nothing. After a while, he slowly repeated it.
"Okay, Iwekan. We two brothers will roam the wasteland together."
