"Whoosh!"
The swift bone arrows struck like lightning and were right in front of you in a blink of an eye! Before Giowa could react, he felt a sudden pain in his chest and his whole body was shaken by force.
"Bang...bang!"
The sharp arrow shot through the cloth and pierced the bronze armor, making a "bang" sound. Prince Coyote took a step back and looked down hastily. The arrow was right in the center, but it didn't penetrate the bronze armor.
"Damn it, you shot me in the vital part!"
Giowa was frightened for a while and looked around, looking for enemies who were attacking him.
Not far away, Wuman was startled. He hit the vital point with one arrow, but the enemy did not fall. The red-haired bodyguard showed a ruthless expression, and with dozens of red-haired men, he took ten steps forward again, raised his hand and fired another arrow.
"Whoosh!...Bang!"
The bone arrow hit the bronze armor, and there was another metal impact. Giowa felt pain in his chest again, as if someone had punched him in the air, and he took another step back. He looked down and saw that this arrow was still stuck in his heart, only two inches away from the previous one.
"Damn it, he's such a great shot!"
Giowa glared angrily and finally found the enemy general who was shooting. It was a red-haired canine hunter without any eye-catching clothing. He was holding a large bow that was rare among the Guakili people, and he was looking over here.
"It turns out to be a thick-skinned armadillo..."
Wuman lowered his bow to observe, with an expression of disbelief on his face. He looked at the unharmed Otomi leader and cursed under his breath in surprise.
"Damn, he's so thick-skinned!"
More than fifty steps apart, the two looked at each other with awe-inspiring murderous intent. Giowa turned around and shouted orders to his guards. Wuman gritted his teeth and shouted to the red-haired people around him.
"Ten steps forward! Fight with the Otomi native dogs on both sides! The red-haired hunter in the middle, shoot the bird king with me!"
After saying that, Uman rushed forward in person. The distance of ten steps came in an instant, and he raised the big bow again and drew it to full strength. This time, he aimed at the Bird King's face! Around him, more than thirty elite red-haired hunters also raised their hunting bows, aiming at the vital points of their heads and faces.
"Damn it, damn it! The despicable Guakiri canine descendant! He actually made a sneak attack!"
Giowa looked at the group of red-haired people aiming at him, trembled all over, and cursed angrily. He threw away the war club in his hand, raised his shield with both hands, and tried hard to cover his head, face and neck.
"Whoosh whoosh!...Duh-duh!...Bang!"
The red-haired hunters' arrows were all in vain, and the whistling rain of arrows brought the trembling sound of death. Most of the bone arrows hit the wooden shield, and the rest hit the cloth armor accurately. Giowa bowed his waist and raised his shield, as if walking in a heavy rain, his whole body was sore from being beaten. In just one shot, more than a dozen arrows were stuck in his armor, making him look like a hedgehog.
"Damn it! Wild dogs sneaking up on you!"
Giová tried his best to steady his body and carefully moved the shield away, revealing his observation sight. He was furious, stretched out his finger, pointed in the direction of Uman, and shouted orders to the guards.
"Shoot! Shoot them to death!"
Nearly a hundred personal guards had taken out their longbows and were ready to shoot. Upon hearing the leader's order, they all drew their bows and arrows, took aim, and fired volleys towards the opposite side.
After Giowa became the prince, His Highness generously rewarded him with two hundred longbows. Half of it was distributed by him to important nobles and leaders. The remaining half was used to select elites and follow the example of His Highness to form this captain's bodyguard.
"Swish swish!"
Sharp copper arrows shot through the air. At this distance, the dog's civilian clothes were like paper, and the captured cotton armor was unable to withstand it. Uman sensed the danger in advance, threw himself to the ground, and rolled backwards twice.
"Pfft, pfft...ah!"
The arrow only penetrated the flesh, making a penetrating hissing sound, which was immediately covered up by the miserable howl, and fell into Wuman's ears. Wuman lay on the ground, looking to his side covered in dust, his heart suddenly bleeding. More than a dozen elite red-haired hunters fell to the ground with arrows in their hands, bleeding profusely and looking like they were dead.
"Swish swish!..."
The longbow guards took aim and fired another ferocious volley, falling into the rear of the canine warriors. More than a dozen dog-born fell to the ground instantly, and there was chaos behind them. The front line of hundreds of canine descendants who desperately charged were also blocked by the assembled Otomi warriors.
"Blessed by our ancestors! Form a battle formation and defeat the enemy!"
Giowa waved his shield and shouted loudly to boost the morale of the soldiers. Seeing that their leader came to the front line unscathed, the Otopan warriors were inspired. They let out a cry and began to fight hard. Soon, the warriors formed a battle formation, raised their shields to cover each other, and gradually stabilized the battle line.
A canine warrior wildly swung a stone hammer and attacked the battle formation of the Otomi warriors. He used all his strength and smashed forward, but was blocked by the shield of a middle-aged warrior. The middle-aged warrior leaned back slightly against the dented shield. Another young warrior beside him swung his war stick and slashed at the enemy's chest and abdomen.
"Zizzi!"
A large puff of bright red spurts out from the chest and abdomen. The canine warrior suddenly raised his head, lost all strength and fell to the ground. Another dog-born man rushed towards him brandishing a stone spear. The middle-aged warrior once again raised his shield to block the attack, while the young warrior slashed diagonally from the side. After a miserable howl, there was another corpse on the ground.
Facing the formed military formation, the damage of the canine warriors began to rise rapidly, and the samurai's losses were significantly reduced. Wuman looked around the battlefield, feeling anxious. He retreated among the tribal warriors and commanded the elite of the attack.
"Ouch! Red-haired hunter, disperse your fire and suppress the enemy archers! Tribal warriors, go around to both sides, don't charge directly into the formation!"
The fighting in the mountains was crisscrossed, and the shouts of killing shook the sky. Once the soldiers are involved in close combat, it is difficult to command them again. After hearing Uman's order, only hundreds of tribal warriors who had never fought before accepted the command. They quickly divided into two teams, walked diagonally around both sides of the Ottomi army formation, then lowered themselves and charged like hunting dogs!
As soon as the flank charge came, the fighting became fierce again. The warrior formations on both wings wavered for a moment and became slightly scattered. The Otopan warriors and the Guakili warriors were entangled closely together, like beasts biting each other, launching fatal attacks on each other. In just a moment, dozens of people fell!
The canine red-haired hunters straightened up and tried their best to shoot at the longbow warriors, and the archers on the opposite side also fired back quickly. Arrows criss-crossed the mountain paths, and many flew into the forest, frightening the eagles into flying away.
Toh, the senior red-haired hunter, had red lines on his face and a cold expression. He narrowed his eyes, raised his hunting bow diagonally, and raised his hand to see a sharp bone arrow! Forty steps away, the gray-blue longbow bodyguard was hit by an arrow in the face and fell down.
"Third finger!"
Toh nodded slightly and wrote down the number in his mind. Then, he moved slightly again, aimed at another guard, pulled the string to the corner of his mouth, and fired another quick arrow.
"Fourth finger!"
Tuohe counted confidently in a low voice without looking at the results of the shooting. He has held a bow for more than 20 years, and even his back has an arc suitable for shooting. As long as he shoots an arrow, he will know whether it has hit or not based on his feeling.
"ah!"
Sure enough, the other guard let out a shrill scream, his eye was bleeding from an arrow, and he fell to the ground rolling in pain.
The corners of Toh's mouth curled up slightly. After this battle, he can draw another 40 red lines on his face, and he will definitely surpass Uman and become the first person in the tribe. He moved the hunting bow again, aiming at the next enemy, but the roar of death came to his ears!
Seven or eight feather arrows attacked at the same time, focusing on this sharpshooter! Tuohe quickly bowed and moved his steps, but was still pierced by a sharp arrow in his waist and abdomen, and was brought down to the ground in an instant. Then, another round of arrows hit him, instantly turning him into a bloody man!
The veteran hunter lay on the ground, the soil under him quickly becoming wet. He finally raised his head and looked at the autumn forest. Some autumn leaves were flying in the air, and then fell slowly, stained with bright red.
"Autumn is...the...cycle of...death...the...return...to...the...mother...earth..."
Tuoh whispered to himself, his eyes quickly losing their luster. Surrounding the thick-skinned Giowa leader, warriors from both sides fell like autumn leaves. Two thousand elites fought fiercely, and one-third of them were dead at this time, but they were filled with reinforcements that arrived!
On the hill, Chief Red Fox clenched his weapon and looked at the battle situation in the distance.
Hundreds of red fox elites suddenly rushed out, half-enveloping the Ottomi leader, like a snake half-biting its prey. However, the prey's skin was so thick that it was impossible to bite through, and it was reluctant to let go. The cruel battle is continuing. The Otomi people open the camp gate, and the Canine tribes also send warriors. Reinforcements from both sides continued to arrive, merging in from both sides, stretching the line longer and longer. It was an unexpected decisive battle before our eyes!
"Chief! The sharpshooter Toh was killed in battle!"
One of the guards quickly ran up the hill and reported to the Red Dog Chief who was watching the battle.
"What?!"
Chichika clenched her fists with a ferocious expression, like a wild beast that chooses people to devour. Tuohe was one of the best shooters under his command, but he died in an unknown mountain road like this! Chief Red Fox hesitated, pacing back and forth. He turned his head again and looked at the battlefield that had expanded to three to four thousand people, and then looked at Otopan's personal guards whose line was still solid.
"No, we can't fight like this!"
Chichika bit her lip hard and made a decision. Although he wanted to have a big fight with the Otomi Dog, it was definitely not a battle with flat terrain and no shelter. Chief Red Fox shouted to the guard next to him.
"Blow the horn for withdrawal!"
"Chief, withdraw the troops?"
"Withdraw troops!"
Chichika growled.
"Let Uman retreat! Send the remaining two thousand warriors to ambush in the forest! Then send envoys to inform other ministries: If the Otomis pursue them into the mountains and forests, let them never come back!"
The bodyguard nodded and left. Within a moment, a low horn echoed in the mountains. The Guakili people had hunted the great beasts of the north, now with real horns.
"Woo! Woo!..."
Wuman's eyes were red, and he was raising his bow to shoot angrily, when the sound of the horn came from far away. He turned back and looked towards the hill where the chief was, but all he saw was the flag of withdrawal. The chief's figure had disappeared.
"What?"
"Woo! Woo!..."
Even in the fierce fighting, the elite red-haired warrior can still remain calm. They looked back, hesitated for a few breaths, and then decisively turned around and retreated.
"Ouch! Let's go!"
Wuman looked unwilling, but he could only obey his orders. Before leaving, he took one last look at the Ottomi leader who was close at hand. The opponent was covered with arrows, and his shield shot like a brush. At this moment, he turned his head and looked towards the hill where the horn was blowing.
"Where is that? The leader of the Guakili people?"
Hearing this completely different horn sound, Giowa's expression changed. He looked at the hills not far away, squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then shouted loudly to his guards.
"Wave the flag and ask the nearest camp to send out troops! Kill towards that hill!..."
While they were talking, the fighting Guakili people suddenly let out a burst of chaotic shouts. Then, they all turned around, completely disorganized, and fled towards the mountains and forests behind. Most of the canine warriors were lightly armed and unarmored, and were accustomed to running. They still walked as fast as flying on the hills, and they could escape very fast. The warriors in the front line were red-eyed and continued to chase the fleeing enemies, and were about to enter the mountains and forests!
Giowa looked for a moment and saw birds rising over the forest and vaguely flickering figures. He decisively took out the conch horn and blew it himself.
"Didi! Didi! The whole army retreats!"
"woo woo woo woo!"
The leaders of the two armies issued orders to withdraw their troops. The low horns and sharp conch horns echoed in the mountains at the same time, like a piece of music that ended suddenly. Soldiers from both sides quickly broke away from contact, calmed down, and turned back toward the Chinese army.
A cruel battle broke out suddenly, was intense for several moments, and then calmed down so suddenly. Under the admiring gazes of the warriors, Giowa pulled out the bone arrows from his body, broke them one by one, and threw them on the ground. Then he raised his head and looked at the vast sky.
I saw the sun setting in the west, and the red sun dyed the top of the mountain. At both ends of the long mountain road, the two armies returned to their camps and resumed their confrontation again across a distance of several miles. In this battle, more than a thousand people were killed on both sides, almost all of them elites! The casualties of the two armies were roughly equal. Although the Guakili were caught by surprise, they did not take advantage of the battle.
Black eagles fell from the sky and pounced on the fresh food. Nothing seems to be happening among the undulating mountains, only the yellow of autumn leaves on the mountain road is dyed into the red of maple leaves.
"Praise the Lord God for His blessing!...Thank you for Your Highness's gift!..."
Giowa held the sun amulet on his chest, pressed the solid metal armor, and prayed devoutly toward the sunset. Then, he gritted his teeth and cursed fiercely.
"Despicable Guakili people! When His Highness's army arrives, I will sacrifice you to the Lord God and send them all to heaven one by one!"
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