"Roar!"
The Jaguar warrior roared in terror. Wearing strong and heavy armor, they wielded obsidian war clubs with both hands, easily knocking down the canine warriors to the ground and cutting them into different shapes. The rich smell of blood spread in the wind, and the canine howls continued continuously.
The brutal close combat lasted only half a moment, and more than 80 canine warriors were killed. They were unable to break through heavy armor, their combat skills were not as good as their opponents, and they hardly caused any effective damage. The one-sided massacre was the most damaging to morale, and sporadic canine descendants began to flee. Seeing this scene, the leading canine warrior finally let out a wolf howl and shouted in despair.
"Ouch! Retreat!"
The surviving canine warriors turned around and fled into the forest. The Jaguar warriors chased and defeated the enemy all the way to the deep mountain forest, where they killed more than twenty people. Then, the stilling conch trumpet sounded from the king's flag. The herald waved his flag and pointed to the battle formation to the side and in front. The two hundred noble battle group turned smoothly and attacked the canine hunters in the front line.
"Uman!"
Amosi roared again, almost close to Uman's ear.
"The thick-skinned tiger is coming! If we don't leave, it will be too late!"
"Tiger-headed warrior of the Cactus tribe?"
Wuman's eyes were red and he stared hard at the Jaguar warrior running towards him. These warriors have steady steps, vigorous movements, skilled and refined fighting skills, and regard fighting as nothing. They wore thick cloth armor, colorful leopard skins on their backs, and heavy animal-shaped helmets on their heads. At a glance, they looked like a group of ferocious jaguars.
"Ouch! Shoot you to death!"
Uman suddenly stuck his head out and shot an arrow at a Jaguar warrior. The bone arrow flew away quickly, hitting the opponent's shoulder fifty steps away. The jaguar warrior only shook slightly, let out a tiger roar, and ran towards this side.
"Damn! It's all thick skin...ah!"
Uman screamed in pain, dropped his long bow, and staggered back behind the boulder. An arrow came like lightning, grazed his cheek, and hit his left arm holding the bow hard.
Amosi carefully probed his head, only to see the leading longbow warrior with a calm expression on his face, staring at him like a hawk, and he took out another copper arrow in his hand. He checked Wuman's injuries again and saw that the arrow broke through the cotton armor and penetrated deeply into the flesh, almost an inch deep.
"I'm... fine... shoot them!"
Wuman was sweating in pain, but his eyes were still fierce.
"Crack!"
Amosi broke the exposed arrow shaft with force. Then, he took out a piece of spotted mushroom from his arms and stuffed it into Uman's mouth.
"Swallow it, it will stop the pain!"
Uman hesitated for a moment and recognized that this was the psychedelic mushroom used by the tribal priest as a medium to communicate with the gods. He chewed the mushroom and swallowed it. Within a few breaths, his eyes became straight, his mind was chaotic, but his body was full of strength.
"Uman, it's time to retreat!"
"Huh?...Okay!..."
Amosi asked, no longer hesitating. He shouted to the red-haired hunters on his left and right.
"Fire and cover! Shoot the leading warriors! I will take Captain Uman to go first, and you will take the rear!"
A dozen red-haired hunters looked at each other for a while and nodded silently. They all straightened up and shot at the leading cactus warrior.
Amosi held Uman's forearm tightly, lowered his body, and led him towards the nearest forest. Soon, behind him, a large group of jaguar warriors ran like tigers and leopards. The cruel shouts of killing suddenly became intense and quickly turned into dying wails.
In the deep mountain forest, Amosi looked back. The canine hunters in the front line were also defeated and were fleeing in all directions. This risky sneak attack left more than two hundred elite corpses behind, but it returned in vain. The gap in combat power between the two sides was so huge that the Death Chief lost very few of his personal guards. Under Black Wolf's royal banner, a king wearing platinum armor was guarded by everyone and was looking into the mountains and forests from a distance.
"Is this...the Warchief himself?"
Amosi looked for a while, but saw nothing clearly. He looked at the black wolf pattern on the king's flag again, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity came to his heart. He was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized.
"That's right! This totem was worshiped with blood by the Cactus tribe. It already possesses magical power. If you look at it for a long time, your mind will be shaken!"
Thinking of this, Amosi shuddered, and the ominous premonition increased again. He didn't dare to look at the flag anymore, so he immediately pulled Wuman and continued to escape to the camp in the mountains.
"Uman, let's go!"
"Huh?...Okay!..."
Under the banner of Black Wolf, Shulot looked at the defeated soldiers who would flee into the mountains and forests. He looked at the shadowy mountains and forests, thought for a moment, and then loudly ordered.
"Don't enter the woods. Blow the conch horn and withdraw!..."
The next two days were peaceful confrontations. The dog descendants huddled in the camp and built more wooden fortresses day and night, while the Mexican coalition forces camped to rest.
The camps in the mountains grew larger and larger, filled with warriors wearing armor and leading soldiers. Scouts from both sides continued to fight in the mountains and forests on both sides, dyeing the deep forest red in the autumn. Subsequent reinforcements arrived one after another, and the three armies were reunited. Seven thousand Ottopan warriors, four thousand Guamare warriors, five thousand Guards legions, and three thousand Red Frog warriors, nearly 20,000 legions gathered here!
The army stretched for several miles, with flags of various colors flying, filling the not-so-wide mountain road. The last two thousand Parmus warriors and two thousand longbow militiamen were still more than twenty miles away. They had just finished resting and were on their way here.
The king's flag was raised, and Shulot once again ascended the hill to watch the battle. The army rested for two days, and it was time to weigh the quality of the canine descendants. He personally waved the flag, and the drums of war drums echoed in the valley. Although the mountain road here is not narrow, its width is limited. Tens of thousands of coalition troops came out of the camp one after another to form a formation, while the remaining warriors were waiting in the camp.
"Chief Chalki."
With the army in hand, the king is high-spirited and full of fighting spirit.
"The Guamare warriors have been recharging their energy all the way to be the vanguard of my army!"
The middle-aged chief Chalki hesitated slightly. Then, he met the king's eyes, his heart trembled, and he shouted with emotion.
"The Guamare warriors have been waiting for the battle all the way, and they are already hungry and thirsty! Chief, I will let my eldest son lead the troops to attack the enemy camp for you!"
"Okay! Give me armor! Give it to the general who leads the charge!"
A personal guard immediately stepped forward and handed a pair of bronze cloth-covered armor into Chalki's hands. The middle-aged chieftain touched the solid bronze armor with hot eyes, and then reluctantly said to the warrior beside him.
"Leave it to my eldest son! Let him fight bravely for His Highness!"
"Dong dong dong!"
The fierce war drums suddenly accelerated. Two thousand Gua Mare warriors raised their shields and held their clubs, forming a dense charging formation. Opposite them lay the nearest mountain encampment of the Guakili.
The camp occupies a small amount of terrain, located on a hill more than ten meters high, and is surrounded by a fence wall as high as one person. Thousands of Guakili warriors were guarding behind the fence, holding hunting bows and spears in their hands, and many of them also carried javelins. A red deer flag was flying in the center of the camp.
"Ho, ho, warrior Guamare, charge with me!"
A young warrior wearing bronze armor roared first, followed by the other warriors. Then, he led two thousand warriors and fought bravely towards the camp!
