The sky is clear and clear, the wind is high and the clouds are clear. The afternoon sun is full of heat, and the dry wasteland is covered with dust. The dark green legion held the flag of the black wolf and rushed along the undulating mountains, rushing toward the valley mouth forty miles to the northwest. The smoke of the march rose into the sky and was still clearly visible dozens of miles away. The Guakili canine scouts saw all this on the mountains and passed the urgent news into the valley, making the Red Fox Valley even more panicked.
At the entrance of the northwest valley, Iwekan's eyes were red and his war stick was stained with blood, standing on the camp at the entrance of the valley. A thousand red fox warriors, holding bows and spears, spread out inside and outside the valley entrance. They have completely controlled the situation and mastered the passage to the valley entrance. The nearby canine tribes were dispersed mercilessly, and then gathered in the corner of the valley entrance, fearfully waiting for the way to escape.
The valley road in the northwest is relatively wide and can pass thousands of people. There were hundreds of lying corpses in the valley. They were all poor tribesmen. Thousands of young red foxes were carrying grain on their backs, forming a long and mixed queue, stepping on the fresh carcasses and bright reds, and struggling to escape to the north. Not far away, two hundred chiefs' personal guards, wearing the gray-blue cotton armor of the Otomi people, guarding the red fox's heritage flag, were quickly heading towards the valley entrance.
Otois walked quickly in the center of the group. Although he is over forty, he is still very fast. Chief Red Fox was wearing the dark green cotton armor of the Aztecs and stood out among the gray and blue team. Scouts kept coming from the mountains in the valley, reporting to him the latest military information.
"Chief, the Cactus tribe has separated a legion and is heading towards the valley entrance quickly! It is about the size of two ordinary tribes, and the distance is thirty miles away!"
The scouts rushed back and forth to report, and then hurried away, like short-billed crows flying back and forth, bringing unfortunate news.
Chief Red Fox narrowed his eyes. He looked around at the migrating group, then at the sun above his head, and cursed angrily in a low voice.
"Damn it! What a coyote that smelled something fishy, it came so fast!... Thirty miles, a quick march, just after noon... The Dingkou of the tribe had only withdrawn half, they had to find a way to survive until dark !”
Otuwa kept walking and arrived at the camp at the entrance of the valley in a moment. Ivican bowed his head and saluted.
"Chief, I dispersed the ordinary tribes at the entrance of the valley and killed hundreds of tribesmen who blocked the road. Ouch! The Red Crow tribe did not escape far, and they fled to the north and east thirty or forty miles away..."
"Iwekan, you did a good job. Don't worry about the Red Crow tribe! The tribe will go directly to the northwest!"
Otoit waved his hand. He stood on the high ground of the camp, not looking at the chaotic situation in the valley, nor listening to the noisy shouts in his ears. Chief Red Fox looked at the smoke in the south, then at the ordinary tribes gathered near the mouth of the valley, and spoke in a deep voice.
"How many ordinary tribes have gathered at Taniguchi? How many Dingkou are there? How many warriors?"
"ah?"
Iwekan pulled his hair and thought hard for a long time.
"Chief, there were originally five small tribes here at the mouth of the valley. I destroyed one when I came here, and the remaining four tribes still have more than 3,000 people. Many of their warriors were recruited by the three major tribes, and it is estimated that only 400 are left. They are just a bunch of weak grass rats, facing the red fox warriors, they don't even dare to scream!"
"Three thousand Dingkou, four hundred warriors..."
Otoit nodded but said nothing. He squinted his eyes and stared for two quarters of an hour, assessing the cactus warrior's marching speed, and silently clenched his hands.
"Iweikan, the Cactus tribe came too fast! By the time they got here, we had only been away for more than ten miles, and we couldn't make it until dark."
"Ouch? Chief, what should we do?"
"...Iwekan, my warrior. You have excellent shooting skills and are brave and good at fighting. I have always valued you very much!"
"Oh, Chief, I am willing to fight for you!"
Hearing the chief's praise, Iwekan patted his chest hard.
"My warrior, facing the pursuit of the coyote, the grass rat cannot run around with its head buried...I have a task for you!"
"Ouch?"
"Take the thousand warriors in your hands! Wait for the tribe's brigade to leave the mouth of the valley, drive away the three thousand tribesmen gathered here, and attack the cactus tribe's legion!"
"ah?"
Iwekan's expression changed and his whole body trembled.
"Chief, these three thousand tribesmen are completely vulnerable! If one thousand tribesmen fight against two to three thousand cactus warriors... they will definitely not be able to defeat them!"
Otuwa looked at the red-haired captain with a stern face and stern eyes.
"Stupid! Iwekan, I didn't let you fight to the death with the cactus warriors! You drove the tribesmen into battle and disrupted the march of the cactus army. Even three thousand grass rats are enough for the wolves to catch for a long time! Then wait for the tribesmen Once the rout is over, you can harass us a few more times until it gets dark and then retreat as soon as possible!"
"There are still 20,000 tribes in the valley, two big tribes. As long as we retreat in time, the cactus warriors will not let us go! Remember, you can run faster than anyone else!"
Iwekan pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth.
"Okay! Chief, I'll go!"
"Okay! When you come back, I will betroth my daughter to you! No matter how many warriors you lose in battle, I will replenish it for you. Iwekan, the continuation of the tribe depends on you!"
"Ouch! Chief Dad, I will fight to the death for you!"
Ivican's eyes turned red again. He knelt down, kowtowed to Otois, stood up and left.
A thousand Red Fox warriors immediately took action. They were fully armed, surrounded the ordinary tribes in the corner of the valley, and announced the order for tribal recruitment. As soon as a tribal leader refused, Iwekan shot him to death with an arrow, and a dozen of his guards who resisted were also killed. It didn't take long for the Red Fox warriors to control three thousand tribesmen, forcing them to throw away their large and small bags of salutes, grab simple stone spears and hammers, and prepare for a desperate battle.
The sky was setting in the west, and six thousand young red foxes finally left the valley. With bare feet and food on their backs, they fled deep into the northwest wilderness, facing the setting sun. Behind them were two thousand red fox warriors guarding them. Many of these warriors came from ordinary tribes and were forcibly recruited. At this time, they left the valley with the Red Fox tribe and left their tribe forever. Their hearts were full of complicated emotions.
Otuwa and the chief's bodyguard stood on a high place and looked towards the south. The cactus warriors were running all the way and were only ten miles away at this time. The smoke from the south was approaching, almost blending in with the noise of the valley.
Chief Red Fox looked eastward into the valley. War drums were blaring at Taniguchi in the southeast, and distant fighting could be heard in the wind. It was obvious that the fighting was fierce. Along the narrow valley, tens of thousands of canine tribes were in chaos, competing for each other's food, trampling and killing each other. Various debris was discarded everywhere in the valley, and among the debris there were clumps of blood.
However, the escape route was blocked by warriors from large tribes, and ordinary tribes could only escape through the trails in the northern mountains. The mountain road was narrow, and the various groups collided and formed a group. It took a long time for thousands of people to escape.
"Oh, stupid grass rats..."
Otoit shook his head. He did not blockade the north and left a narrow escape route, just to prevent the troops from attacking the valley entrance.
"Goodbye, Chief Red Cat and Red Frog! With the blessing of our ancestors, we will meet again in the wilderness!"
Chief Red Fox showed a mocking smile, then turned and left without stopping. behind him. Iwekan led a thousand tribal warriors and drove three thousand numb tribesmen to kill the Cactus Legion several miles away.
The plateau is vast, the sun is setting slowly, and there is another purple setting sun. Three thousand tribesmen ran under the setting sun, like desperate rats, rushing towards the array of two thousand imperial guards.
Bertard frowned slightly and shook his head. Fierce shouts of killing suddenly sounded outside the valley entrance in the northwest, accompanied by one-sided killing. The large pile of blood spilled to the ground, stained with purple-red light in the setting sun, like the underworld coming to the human world.
