At the end of September, there is a golden harvest, but also a withering murderous intention. Xiulote led the army and marched eighty or ninety miles eastward, finally arriving at Giowa's camp. As he looked around, there were rolling hills along the way, and towering mountains beyond. The smoke of the march was rising in the winding mountain road, and the fallen leaves of the shallow trees were also scattered in the mountains.
“The Sierra Madre Oriental Mountains are so majestic!”
Along the way, Shulot felt emotional. The Palms Valley is northeast of the Red Fox Valley and deep into the Sierra Madre Oriental Mountains. The distance between the two valleys is about 170 miles, and they are all rugged and winding mountain roads. These mountain roads are of varying widths and are blocked by woods, making it very difficult for large armies to pass.
"The expedition to the north by the Guakili dog descendants was originally thought to be a duel in the flat wasteland, chasing death and chasing north, but in the end it was just trekking through the mountains and attacking the stronghold!"
Thinking of this, Shulot shook his head and laughed. The Guakili people have no herds and are a tough hunting group, accustomed to wilderness and mountains. They move like the wind, and when encountering powerful enemies, they will naturally hide in the wilderness and escape hundreds of miles away. Only now that they were trapped by food, they stayed in two valleys and defended themselves according to danger.
"Raise the royal flag and ask Giowa to come over!"
Soon, Black Wolf's royal flag was erected on the hill outside the camp. Shulot climbed to a high place, overlooked the surrounding terrain, and observed the enemy's camp. Giowa was also cautious and accompanied the king.
"Giowa, you fought against the Red Dog Alliance before and lost thousands of people."
Shulot looked at the large canine camp and then at the dense forest near the camp.
"Red Dog Alliance, how is its combat strength?"
"Your Highness, the Guakili people opposite are divided into five tribes, led by the Red Dog tribe, but their combat capabilities are different."
Giowa thought for a while and answered calmly.
"The direct descendants of the Red Dog Tribe are quite good at fighting. They are slightly weaker than my elite when fighting in formation, and they are better than the Otopan warriors when fighting in the forest. But they are very cunning and always avoid fighting with the legions."
Then, Giowa paused, looking a little angry. He leaned down and complained like a house dog.
"Your Highness, the Red Dog Alliance has a large number of red-haired hunters, and their tactics are very flexible. They will harass the warriors at night, disturb the rest of the warriors, and even launch night attacks. They will also use provocation and false defeat tactics to lure the legion into the forest. and then engaged in a melee. Of the thousand people I lost, half of them went out to fight without permission and were ambushed and killed in the forest. They were also extremely despicable and gathered a large number of sharpshooters to snipe the leader... Your Highness, please use the Lord God Destroy the enemy with your magic power! If you hadn’t given me the bronze armor, I would have gone to the Kingdom of God..."
"Night harassment? Provocation and false defeat? Melee in the forest, beheading tactics? It's really familiar..."
Shulot was silent.
"The Red Dog Alliance is like a pack of wolves in the wilderness. Their fighting style is more offensive. Even when the two armies are facing each other, they constantly choose to take the initiative to create pressure on their opponents. The weaknesses of the canine descendants are their poor equipment and impulsive personality. They are disciplined Not tall, not good at defense.”
The king thought and looked across again. The Red Dog Tribe seemed to have discovered the arrival of reinforcements from the Alliance. They once again sent several teams of hundreds of elites to shoot arrows around the camp. Three more of them came along the mountains and forests towards the black wolf's king's flag.
"Your Highness, there is still a small group of dog descendants hidden in the forest! The enemy is attacking, would you like to return to the camp temporarily..."
Bertard looked at the birds in the forest and suggested with a solemn expression.
"No need! A thousand longbow guards and five hundred jaguar warriors are all here wearing armor. Why should I hide?"
Shulot smiled and ordered loudly.
"Bertard, I'll give you five hundred longbow guards, and go meet the canine hunter opposite!"
The warrior commander nodded. He personally led his longbow guards to the front of the hill and formed a defensive formation. Within a moment, the red-haired figure also formed a dispersing formation and rushed to the front as if flying.
"Swish swish!"
Condescendingly, a hundred steps away, the guards began to fire arrows. The fierce arrows roared away, shooting down several hunters. Hundreds of canine hunters all crouched down, then surrounded by trees and hills from all directions, like a pack of wolves hunting in the wilderness. Not long after, the two sides were close to within fifty steps and began to shoot at each other.
"Swish swish!"
The canine hunter stood up suddenly and fired arrows at the bodyguard. The precise bone arrow struck, piercing the vital part of the chest, but was blocked by the bronze armor, making a thud of metal impact. The guards did not dodge, squinting their eyes and shooting arrows steadily. Soon, sixty or seventy canine corpses lay under the hill.
"Ouch!"
The dog-born stalking in the forest finally arrived. Two hundred canine warriors suddenly burst out of the nearest mountain forest and rushed towards the flying black wolf flag. Shulot's expression did not change and he waved the command flag.
"Roar!"
Two hundred jaguar warriors roared. Wearing bronze armor and holding shields, they rushed forward a few steps and threw their spears! The heavy spear flew through the air, and the charging canine warrior was instantly pierced through the chest and abdomen, screaming and falling to the ground. This kind of penetrating injury cannot be treated, and as long as it is hit by a thrown spear, it means death. Then, the Jaguar warriors took out their war clubs and began to kill wantonly.
"Swish swish!"
The rain of arrows whizzed back and forth, and the canine-born hunters dispersed completely. They were suppressed by the guards and could not even lift their heads. Their arrows pierced the thick skin on the opposite side, and the arrows hit the vital points, but the opponent was unscathed. As long as one arrow is shot by the personal guard, it can pierce the hunter's cloth and cotton armor, causing them serious injury or death.
"Captain Uman, we can't fight! The other side is full of thick skins, let's retreat!"
Amosi crouched down, hiding behind a rock, and whispered to Captain Red Dog.
"It's useless to shoot like this! In the Red Fox Valley, we have fought against the cactus warriors many times! It takes five or six warriors to surround and kill such a thick-skinned warrior at the same time. They also wear helmets, so if they shoot arrows, they must Shot in the calf or throat!”
"Damn it! Don't compare the cowards of the Red Fox Valley with the warriors of our Red Dog Tribe!"
Uman cursed angrily. Unbelieving in evil, he popped up again, aimed at the leading samurai opposite, and fired an arrow straight into the throat!
A dangerous sound came through the air, and the samurai's body reacted first. Bertard lowered his head slightly and turned his body sideways. The arrow hit the helmet and shot past, making a sharp scraping sound of metal. Then, the warrior commander turned around suddenly, cast a stern gaze, and drew the long bow in his hand.
"Whoosh!"
Amosi suddenly pulled Uman's body and pulled him down behind the boulder. The sharp copper arrows grazed their red hair and shot into the soil with a "pop". The arrows were not even two inches deep!
"ah!"
Wuman's complexion changed drastically and his body trembled. He barely got up from the ground and raised his bow to fight back.
"Captain Uman! The raiding warriors were defeated by the tiger heads! There is no hope of a sneak attack, retreat quickly!"
Amosi held Uman down again and tried his best to persuade him. Uman is the personal guard of Red Dog Chief Chichika and a warrior of the tribe. He must not be left here!
In the past two days, Amosi was forcibly recruited into the camp by Chief Red Dog and served as his personal attendant. From time to time Chief Red Dog asked for information about his southern tribes. He answered them one by one, while silently learning the chief's method of controlling the tribe. Today, the Black Wolf's flag came from the mountain road to the west. He told the chief that this was the visit of Chief Death, and it was best to evacuate as soon as possible. Chief Red Dog was noncommittal. Uman suggested taking the initiative to attack in a sneak attack. Chichika nodded in praise and asked Amosi, who knew the cactus tribe, to attack together.
"The Death Chief has boundless power and has countless thick skins around him. How can it be so easy to succeed in a sneak attack?"
Amosi lamented in his heart.
"The next battle is destined to be a disaster, so how can I escape?"
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