The huge fireball pierced the night sky, dragging out a meteor-like trajectory, and landed on the canine village, sending out billowing smoke. Countless rockets came from the mountains, like rapid rain, igniting the dry grass nests and gathering a sea of fire in the camp. A thunderous roar sounded in the silent night, like the wrath of a god, bringing down unstoppable disasters.
"Ah! The magic of the gods!"
Amosi raised his head in shock, seeing the sky full of fire in front of his eyes, and the terrifying thunder in his ears. He smelled the burning scorch and the blood that spread quickly. Thousands of canine warriors shouted and clashed in the camp, fighting randomly and falling into chaotic madness!
"Fire and thunder, blood and death...are the great chief's magic!"
Miwa looked in awe at the place where the fireball rose. He stretched out his hand and shook the sun amulet hidden in his clothes.
"Praise the Lord God! Ask for your forgiveness..."
After a brief pause, Miwa looked at Amosi again. This time, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and there was no hesitation at all.
"Amosi!"
"Alan, my daughter!"
When the sky fire came, Amosi suppressed the tremor in his heart. He took a deep look at the completely chaotic camp, then suddenly let out a low roar and threw the stone spear in his hand at Miwa. Then, Chief Red Crow quickly turned around and fled to the forest behind him without looking back.
"let's go!"
Several red crow elites also followed the chief, turning around and running away like foxes.
Miwa jumped to avoid the incoming spear. Then, he raised his hunting bow and aimed a sharp arrow at Amosi's back!
"Whoosh!"
The night is deep and shadowy. Amosi lowered his body like a turkey and ran along the zigzag pattern to avoid the incoming bone arrows.
"Whizzing!"
Miwa shot twice, but missed. He looked at Amosi who was running away at a very fast speed, and shouted unwillingly and angrily.
"Amosi, you fox-like red crow!"
"Boss, do we want to go chase him in the forest?"
The red frog warriors nearby gathered around, waiting for the leader's instructions. Miwa looked fierce, looking at the figures about to disappear into the forest, gritted his teeth and shook his head resolutely.
"No! Let's attack the big tribe's camp and continue to spread the chaos... for Chief Coca!"
The red frog warriors looked at each other, and then they all became determined to die. Dozens of people were silent and headed to the nearest red monkey camp first.
The chaos in the rear camp continued and became more brutal. Living people ran in the chaos, and corpses burned in the flames. The cruel camp roar lasted only a moment, and the entire camp was completely out of control. Different tribes collided with each other, mixed together, killed each other, and died together!
At this moment, other tribes are enemies! A dozen howling tribesmen brandished weapons and charged in madly.
Alan raised his hunting bow and shot three arrows without hesitation, knocking down the three nearest warriors. The other Red Crow warriors mercilessly swung their war clubs and thrust out their stone spears, killing these approaching "enemies". More than a hundred Red Crow elites gathered into a team and stood guard in the corner of the camp.
"Alan, more and more tribes are coming, and the camp is getting more and more chaotic! We can't wait here any longer!"
Mozzi, the chief's personal guard, shouted anxiously. The soldiers were all woken up in advance by Alan and were able to gather in advance. This quarter of an hour after waking up early, at this point, is the difference between life and death. Alan is the chief's daughter and an excellent red-haired hunter. Everyone accepted the favor and accepted Alan as the leader, temporarily accepting her command.
"Uncle Moqi, daddy isn't back yet!"
Alan gritted his teeth, stood on tiptoes, and looked in the direction of the mountain forest. The continuous firelight illuminated the nearby camp red, making the mountains and forests in the distance unclear. There was only deep darkness there, and from time to time there were roars like wild beasts, as if they were about to devour life.
"The camp is roaring, we can't wait any longer!"
The red-haired hunters gathered around and looked at Alan seriously. They temporarily obey Alan's command, but they will not always obey. Seeing this scene, Mo Qi took two steps closer and said affirmatively.
"The chief is far away and can't come back! The elites of the tribe are here. Take the soldiers away quickly!"
"But..."
"Alan, don't forget what the old chief said. The continuation of the tribe is everything, no one can't be sacrificed... Take the soldiers away quickly! If the chief really can't come back, there will be a new chief to lead everyone. I hope , that person can be you!"
"Uncle Mozzi..."
Alan bit his lip hard, and the pain made him wake up even more. She looked towards the camp and saw a scene like hell. The fire was blazing, the tribesmen were howling and fighting, and corpses were lying everywhere. The girl hunter finally made a decision.
"Let's go! Go north and return to our old camp! Anyone who blocks our retreat will be killed!"
"Ouch!"
The Red Crow warriors howled in unison, and then, led by Alan, they fought towards the mountain road to the north.
A few hundred meters away, in the Red Monkey Camp, a fight had just taken a break.
"Zukata, continue to form a spear formation and guard the camp gate! No matter who comes, kill them all! Red-haired elite, command the warrior team. Take out the prepared soil and extinguish the flames in the camp!"
"Yes, Chief!"
Zukata responded in a muffled voice.
The Red Monkey Camp has a complete fence and gate. Although part of it was burned, it is generally intact. At this moment, Zukata was standing at the entrance of the camp, holding a spear in both hands. Next to him was a small formation of forty or fifty people with spears, and in front of him were dozens of fallen canine corpses. The young militiaman Chippawa also held a spear with both hands, mixed in with several of Tarasco's old brothers, but there was not even a trace of blood on the tip of the spear.
"Boom boom boom!"
Four thunderclaps exploded again, and frightened prayers rang out in the camp. Random rocket fire set fire to vegetation and illuminated hundreds of frightened faces.
The center where the tribal warriors gathered was the camp's firepit. Ozoma was panting, standing in the firelight, shouting comfort while counting his warriors. His cloth-covered bronze armor was already covered in bright red, just like the bloody war club in his hand.
The Mexica attack was sudden, massive and shocking. There was chaos in the camp, with someone taking the lead in howling and many people running around randomly.
Chief Red Monkey personally led his guards to suppress the attack. Without identifying his identity, he killed dozens of people in the camp before barely stabilizing the situation. Then, the scattered tribesmen rushed over, and unidentified enemies attacked the camp. The sudden chaos lasted for a moment, and dozens more warriors from the tribe were killed before the enemy was killed.
After a brief inventory at this time, it was found that the number of red monkey warriors was reduced by one-third due to the deaths and rout, and they were already less than a thousand.
"Damn it! My warrior!"
Ozoma's heart bleeds. He looked at the night sky and saw another round of fireballs coming, roaring and smashing into the camp ahead.
The shadow of the recent fire in the mountains is still deeply engraved in the hearts of tens of thousands of dog-born warriors. At this time, there was another attack from the sky fire, and the camp in front finally collapsed! Countless figures ran away from the camp and rushed towards another camp. Then, thousands of warriors from the two camps started fighting each other fiercely, as if possessed. Within a quarter of an hour, screams and howls followed the wind, like the lamentations of autumn birds dying.
"God! The Mexica's magical weapons are so terrifying! ... Mother Earth Goddess, please protect me and don't let the fireball hit here! Lord God of Mexica, please protect me too, I I will offer the sacrifice devoutly!”
Ozoma murmured to himself, praying to the gods in the sky, filled with fear. Just a little bit, just a little bit closer, the Red Monkey Camp will be completely collapsed! With a solemn expression, he asked the scout's cronies.
"Which camps are those?"
"The one who bombed the camp was the flamingo camp, and the one who was attacked was the red salamander camp."
It was difficult to determine the direction at night, so the scout's confidant squinted his eyes and checked for a while before answering in the affirmative.
"Haha, dog bites dog, a hairy mouth. Damn flamingo, red salamander, I made you laugh at me before!"
Ozoma cursed bitterly, and then became nervous again.
“These two camps are near the main Red Dog camp!”
"Yes, Chief! The red dog main camp is over there, the one that burns the most is!"
Hearing this, Ozoma quickly raised his head and looked at the red dog main camp. The main camp was heavily attacked by the Mexicans, and fires were set everywhere. In the raging firelight, sporadic red dog warriors continued to escape from the camp and disappeared into the darkness. However, the main force of the Red Dog Camp did not seem to collapse, and there was no such hysterical howling.
"Chief Chichika...hey!"
Ozoma's expression changed, different thoughts violently collided in his mind, and then turned into a long sigh.
“Where’s Red Deer Camp?”
"As soon as the night attack started, the Red Deer tribe fled north in a swarm! It seems that Chief Massat took the lead and ran at the front."
The scout's henchman asked sincerely without any scruples.
"Chief, the rear camp has also collapsed, and all the ministries are in chaos. The Mexicaans will definitely attack in a big way tomorrow morning!...Should we escape now?"
"...No. Defend the camp and wait for now! They are running around at night, colliding with each other, and we don't know how many they will collapse and how many they will be injured."
Ozoma pondered for a while. He looked towards the camp. Under the command of the red-haired elite, the soldiers had gradually restored order and were guarding the camp. Chief Red Monkey made up his mind and ordered.
"The Mexica's magical weapon is just louder than thunder and light raindrops. As long as we don't mess up our position, we won't kill so many people! Let's... wait until daybreak before leaving!"
"It's up to you! The chief is smart."
The confidant nodded in agreement with a smile on his face.
"Well, the camp has been stabilized. You are in charge of the situation outside, and I want to return to the big tent."
Ozoma looked around and suddenly his expression flashed. He lowered his voice involuntarily.
"Send two people to secretly escort the enemy leader who was captured just now to the big tent!"
"Ah, the leader just now? He was hit by a spear, which was Zukata's trophy. Chief, what do you want him to do? He's just a short, stocky red-haired hunter..."
"Stupid! This attack happened suddenly. It's very clear. It must have been premeditated. Behind his back... don't ask! Give Zukata a reward and ask for someone to come. Go quickly!"
"It's up to you! The chief is smart."
The cronies left immediately. Ozoma straightened up and looked around. Flames fell from the sky. Although they burned everywhere, they did not form a fierce fire head. Thousands of soldiers from various tribes ran around in the firelight, constantly attacking each other, and very few were burned to death.
"Mountain camps lack fuel and cannot form wildfires that destroy everything."
Ozoma sighed quietly and chanted in a low voice like a priest in the wilderness.
"But the fire in people's hearts has been ignited and can no longer be extinguished!"
