"Your Highness, the canine descendants in the forest have been completely defeated! A total of more than 700 people were beheaded in the camp and in the forest, including about 60 red-haired heads. The Guamare warriors suffered nearly 500 casualties, and the Jaguar Chapter had more than ten people. Minor injuries, no one killed..."
A jaguar warrior knelt under the king's flag and shouted back to the king.
"Most of the enemy fled to the rear camp. Should we continue the pursuit?"
"No need to pursue! Order the Jaguar Legion to return to the royal banner and continue to protect the central army! Order the Guamare warriors to return to the camp and reward them with wine and meat tonight! Order the Giowa Legion to move forward and send two thousand Otopan warriors to the Red Army. Camp in deer camp!”
Shulot raised his head, looked at the setting sun, and continued to give orders.
"Send two more teams of scouts to guard the edges of the mountains and forests, and beware of night attacks!"
"As ordered, Your Highness!"
Although they successfully captured the Red Deer Camp, the Guamare warriors were ambushed in the forest and suffered heavy casualties. These city-state warriors have the advantages and disadvantages of the wasteland tribes. They are agile, tough, brave and fearless, but also impulsive and lack discipline. They belong to the vassal legion. They are actually composed of private armies led by tribal leaders or Otomi nobles, and are difficult to control directly.
Thinking of this, Shulot looked at the nominal leader of Guamare, the middle-aged chief Chalki.
Chalki's face turned livid. He hesitated, gritted his teeth, and spoke tremblingly.
"What are the casualties among the Pioneer Warriors? Where is Kino?"
The Jaguar warrior glanced at Chalki with pity, then looked at His Highness. Shulot nodded slightly, and the Jaguar warrior replied loudly.
"All the Guamare warriors in the forest died in battle! We found more than two hundred corpses, but General Kino has not yet been identified."
"Ah! My eldest son! My family warrior!"
Tears filled Chalki's eyes and his limbs trembled. Shulot lowered his eyes and said nothing. After a while, the middle-aged chief's eyes were red and he asked for orders from His Highness.
"Your Highness, please let me lead the legion to attack the next camp and avenge the fallen Guamare warriors!"
"Yes! But it's getting late today, so we'll fight again early tomorrow morning. I will send the temple crossbowmen to hold the battle for you!"
Xiulote nodded, patted Chalki's shoulder and comforted him.
"The Lord God bless the warriors! General Kino's life and death are unknown, but there may be hope."
Chalki lowered his head and said nothing. The king pondered for a moment and promised.
"Chalki, I see you fighting bravely for the alliance. No matter how many of your family warriors are lost, you will still be the leader among all the tribes in Guamare! When the Northern Expedition is successful, I will ask Avit The king asks for orders to make you a hereditary noble of the alliance and guard the city of Guamare!"
Hearing this, Chalki raised his head, his face beaming with joy, and even his tears disappeared instantly. He knelt down and paid homage to His Highness.
"Your Highness, you are the sacred wind, and I am willing to die for you!"
A long gust of wind blew by, blowing their clothes. Shulot nodded with a smile and looked towards the distant mountains and forests. There are dead leaves flying in the mountains and forests, just like the life that is about to wither.
On the second day, fierce war drums "dong dong" sounded, and the brutal fighting began again. Chief Chalki personally led two thousand new Guamare warriors through rugged mountain roads to attack the Red Monkey camp. The Eagle Warrior Barda, leading a thousand temple crossbowmen, follows closely behind to provide ranged support.
The Red Monkey Camp is similar to the Red Deer Camp, located on a higher hill and defended by a thick wooden fence. On both sides of the camp, there are rolling mountains to the north and south, as well as deep and dense mountain forests. At this moment, figures in the camp flashed, shouting and howling. One or two thousand canine warriors were relying on the camp, waving bows, arrows and stone spears to challenge the coalition forces on the opposite side.
“Praise the Lord God!”
Under the leadership of Barda, the temple crossbowmen held the amulets and prayed to the newborn sun. With fanatical expressions on their faces, they all praised, then raised their crossbows and raised their bodies at the same time.
"Boohoo!"
The crossbow bolts fired, passed through a distance of eighty steps, and fell fiercely into the camp. There was a wailing moment! Dozens of dog-born people were knocked directly to the ground. The crossbow arrows came out of their bodies and hammered into the soil, and bright red immediately gushed out.
"Quick! Hide behind the wood and wait for the enemy to come up before firing arrows!"
Ozoma carefully raised his shield and shouted loudly through the camp. Then, he tugged on the crossbow bolt nailed to the wood, but couldn't pull it out for a while.
"Tsk, tsk, the Mexica's horizontal bow is so powerful!"
Chief Red Monkey looked surprised. He exerted force again and finally pulled out the arrow, his eyes lit up.
"It turned out to be sharp metal arrows. No wonder they penetrated the wood so deeply! Haha, the red deer was ambushing in the forest and didn't know what was going on here. After this battle is over, these arrows will all be mine!"
"Boohoo!"
Another round of arrow rain roared in! A dozen canine hunters rolled over from the camp, and the rest lowered themselves, hiding behind the sheltering fences and timbers.
Chalki nodded, suddenly waved his war stick and pointed towards the camp.
"Fighting Guamare warriors, come here and kill these cunning wild dogs!"
"Ouch!"
Fifteen hundred Guamare warriors howled, then rushed up the hill like wild beasts, and arrived in front of the camp in a moment. Some pioneer warriors struggled to chop down the village gate, while more warriors climbed over the fence that was one person high and fought directly with the canine warriors.
"Swish swish!"
More than 600 tribal hunters appeared and shot arrows from a distance of more than ten steps, knocking down the warriors. The number of red-haired hunters in the camp was as high as three hundred. Their shooting skills were particularly ruthless, each aiming at the samurai's head and face, regardless of the entangled young men in the front line. The fighting lasted only a moment, and hundreds of warriors were killed.
"Boohoo!"
The temple crossbowman advanced twenty steps, climbed to the edge of the hill, and approached the warriors who supported the melee combat. Their crossbows were raised slightly to shoot at the enemy's rear formation! The fierce arrow rain was like the finger of death, easily piercing the cotton armor of the elite hunter, and shooting the red monkey's flag into a sieve.
"Damn Mexica Archers!"
Ozoma raised his shield and cursed under his breath. He took off the chief's wolf robe twice, stuffed it under the shelter wood, and then continued to direct the tribe to resist.
"Red-haired hunter, take cover carefully and shoot with the archer on the opposite side!"
"Swish swish!"
Soon, a precise round of bone arrows was shot from the hillock and landed in the loose array of the crossbowmen, causing more than ten casualties. Under pressure from the temple crossbowmen, the red-haired hunter no longer hunted enemy warriors, but instead tried to suppress the crossbowmen's shots.
"Half of the crossbowmen raised their shields, while the other half continued to shoot... Ugh, despicable canine!"
Barda waved his war club, shouted orders, and was hit by two arrows. Fortunately, he was wearing bronze armor and only stumbled a bit without being injured. The Guakili people are good at bows and arrows, especially sniping officers and generals, and are proud of them.
"boom..."
A huge roar resounded in the front camp, followed by murderous cheers.
"The door is broken!"
A large group of Guamare warriors poured in through the broken camp gate. Wearing cotton armor, they also wielded obsidian short spears and war clubs, fighting to the death with the canine warriors. Both sides had tattoos on their faces, shouted similar languages, and fiercely thrust their weapons into each other's chests. The brutal close combat only lasted for a moment, and two to three hundred people fell to the ground, with bright red blending on the ground.
"Who else!...Uh! Ho..."
A Guamare warrior yelled for a fierce battle. He had just killed three enemies when a cold arrow shot out and accurately hit his throat. The warrior roared "ho ho" twice, then fell on his back and was trampled under the feet of both fighting parties. The Guamare warriors continued to pour in, and the dog-born battle line slowly retreated. Faced with the fierce offensive, the canine warriors struggled to resist, suffering heavy casualties. Behind them, red-haired hunters would shoot cold arrows from time to time, sneaking up on the conspicuous warriors and nobles. The battle situation in the camp was at a stalemate for a while, with only lives being consumed rapidly and turning into corpses.
"Damn it! With the support of Mexican warriors, the Otomi dog has become so brave!"
Ozoma looked gloomy and cursed bitterly. He looked at the tragic battle in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly clenched his fists.
"The Mexica people have sharp bows and arrows. If we continue to fight, the losses to the warriors will be too great! ...Forget it, I don't want them in the camp, I don't want these bronze arrows!"
Chief Red Monkey finally made a decision. He turned his head and gave orders to his guards.
"Otomi dogs are pouring in! According to the plan, we set fire to the dry wood and fodder. Let the red-haired hunter shoot arrows to cover, and the soldiers who have not yet engaged in the battle retreat to the entrance of the rear camp! When the fire starts, we will abandon the camp and retreat into In the forest, look at the native dogs howling in the fire!"
