The long wind is strong on the vast plateau, and the mountains are undulating under the high sky. The rainy season is over and the land is dry again. The smoke of the march rose from the earth and changed shapes in the air. A skilled general can tell the size of his army just by looking from a distance.
Under the escort of several red-haired men, Chichika climbed to the highest hill and looked down at the battle situation in the mountains.
Chichika was less than forty years old, with a full forehead, fierce eyes, and angular face, giving him the power of a senior warrior. He has been weathered by the wind and sand of the wilderness, with deep marks carved on the corners of his eyes. Following the tribal tradition, he has red tattoos painted on his cheeks. At this time, he was wearing a rough wolf robe, with spiritual wolf feet hanging around his neck, and raptor feathers tied to his arms. At a glance, one can tell that this is a wilderness chief who has been fighting for a long time and has rich experience.
Chief Red Dog looked around, and the rolling hills came into view. The hill is covered with undulating light trees and is surrounded by large numbers of American vultures. It was late autumn, and the trees were still green, looking deep and solemn under the shadow of the mountains. This is an extended branch of the Sierra Madre Oriental Mountains, located between Palms City and the Red Fox Valley. Once here, the towering mountains gradually slow down and turn into rolling hills.
A mountain road runs along the edge of the hills for hundreds of miles from east to west. It is also possible to march on the hills, but it is blocked by trees from time to time, making it difficult to pass the brigade. The eight thousand Otomi warriors camped in units of one thousand people on the hills and mountain roads. Eight simple camps stretched for several miles, blocking the westward path of the canine army.
Thousands of dog tribes also camped on the east side of the mountain road, far away from the Otomi camp. At this moment, hundreds of red-haired warriors were approaching the opposite camp from the hills, using the cover of the trees to shoot at the Otomi archers. The whistling arrows were flying back and forth in the air, sparse in number, but extremely sharp! From time to time, soldiers from both sides fell down, and most of them were gray-blue figures. The Otomi were clearly at a disadvantage in the exchange of fire.
The annoying harassment has been going on for a long time. The Otomi warriors in the camp could not get any rest for a long time and became extremely irritable. After a while, a low horn sounded, and the Otomi people suddenly opened the camp door. More than 800 warriors wearing cotton armor shouted fiercely, rushed out of the camp, and killed the canine descendants who were harassing the woods.
Seeing this scene, Chichika grinned with murderous intent on her face. He whispered instructions to the guards on his left and right.
"Go down and prepare, use the old method of hunting with wolves!"
The chief's personal guards nodded and followed the order. Soon, the Otomi warriors rushed to the red-haired warrior. The red-haired warriors fired another round, wounding a dozen warriors, and then turned and fled into the forest. The Otomi warriors pursued him fiercely, throwing javelins at the same time. From time to time, red-haired warriors who fell behind were shot by javelins and then killed by the warriors with sticks.
"Didi!"
The conch horn sounded in the camp to withdraw troops. Dozens of senior warriors rushed out of the camp and ordered the warriors who went to war to return. However, the pursuing troops were extremely difficult to restrain. The red-haired warrior's cold arrows kept coming, swaying the minds of the Otomi warriors. At least half of the red-eyed warriors did not care and went straight into the depths of the forest.
The trees hindered the connection between the warriors and destroyed the battle formations they were good at. In the deep mountain forest, fierce small-scale fights broke out from time to time, accompanied by faint screams and entangled and fallen figures on both sides. Although the Otomi people are also skilled mountain people, compared with the beast-like canine descendants, they cannot have any advantage in the mountains and forests.
Not long after, a large number of flexible figures flashed in the forest. Led by the chief's personal guards, hundreds of canine warriors gathered from all sides. The shouting of killing became so fierce in an instant that it shook the birds in the forest!
A canine warrior jumped out of the woods, swung a stone hammer, and suddenly hit the Otomi warrior on the back. The samurai let out a scream and fell to the ground instantly, and then he was hit with another hammer. Another senior warrior saw this tragic scene, his eyes turned red, and he swung his war stick accurately and cut the dog's neck. The dog-born howled miserably, fell to the ground, stacked with the corpses on the ground, and the blood blended into one.
More canines surrounded him from all sides. The senior warrior waved his stick and shield as hard as he could, and stood behind the other three warriors to deal with the surrounding attacks.
"Whoosh!"
A precise bone arrow shot through the air, and with a "puff" sound, it accurately shot into the eye of the senior warrior, and a shrill scream resounded through the forest. The senior warrior's eyes were bleeding and he dropped his weapon in pain. He fell over on his back and rolled wildly on the ground. Then there was a pain in his left chest. After two violent struggles, he completely lost his voice.
The red-haired canine pulled out the copper spear that pierced his heart and admired slightly. This kind of captured weapon is really sharp. It is said that there are many tribes in the south. He looked at the remaining three warriors, then carefully stepped back and continued to direct the ordinary canine warriors to fight, and once again put on a hunting bow in his hand.
Similar scenes continue to play out in the forest. In the close combat, the canine people's bravery was brought out to the greatest extent. Without the cover of the battle formation, the Otomi warriors fell down like corn stalks and broke into different shapes.
Within two quarters of an hour, the forest became completely quiet. The long wind blew, carrying a strong smell of blood. Then, the canine descendants began to search with their heads down, collecting usable weapons and cotton armor, looking for personal daggers and necklaces, and even stripped the fallen Otomi warriors naked.
"Ha ha!"
Chichica laughed wildly. After a while, the chief's personal guards came to report again. Under siege by tribal warriors, more than four hundred Otomi warriors were completely destroyed in the mountain forest, and almost no one escaped. The canine descendants only lost half of their ordinary men, and there were still a dozen elite red-haired warriors.
Chief Red Dog nodded and whispered a few instructions. Not long after, hundreds of red-haired warriors approached again, making loud noises and shooting arrows into the camp to harass them. This time, the camp gate was always closed, and the Otomi warriors just stood firm in the camp and never attacked again.
Chichika looked at her fiercely for a long time before speaking to her bodyguard.
"The morale of this camp has dropped. Tonight, choose a hundred red-haired people who can attack at night, kill them for me and set them on fire!"
