"Boom boom boom!"
The terrifying thunder was so close, like a terrifying spirit, roaring close to the main camp. Howling rockets pierced the night sky, and rolling fireballs struck from a distance, turning Red Dog's front camp into a sea of flames! Soon, the acrid smoke filled the camp, and the poisonous sulfur smell hit our faces, making even the bravest red-haired hunter unable to stand.
Leader Chichika's face was blackened, and he retreated to the high ground behind the camp in embarrassment, escorted by a large group of red-haired hunters. The terrain here is steep and bare, with no burning trees. On both sides are towering mountains, with powerful mountain winds blowing away poisonous smoke.
"Put up my flag and gather the warriors of the tribe!"
As soon as Chief Red Dog got away from the flames, he roared urgently. He stood on the highest rock, holding a torch high in his hand, visible to everyone.
The rockets all over the sky stopped temporarily, but sporadic fireballs were still rising. Fireballs crashed into various camps, spreading unknown fear. Suddenly, in the dim light of the fire, a burst of hysterical shouting broke out from the flamingo camp, and countless figures ran out of the camp and rushed into the nearby red stork camp.
Then, a burst of wild shouts broke out in the red salamander camp, and the figures rushed out of the group. Countless warriors rushed indiscriminately, waving their weapons and piercing the "enemy"'s body. In this terrifying night of fire, two large tribes loyal to their leader, thousands of elite canine warriors, fought like crazy without distinguishing between friend and foe!
"No, my warrior!"
Chichika's eyes were splitting, and he roared in pain. He looked around, the fire flooded the lower areas like a tide, and there were tribal warriors running around in panic. He listened to the left and right, the thunder echoing in the valley, mixed with the sharp voices of panic. More than 10,000 Guakili elites who had worked so hard to gather suddenly collapsed completely in the deep night and under an unknown attack from the Mexica!
"No! Roar!... Roar! I'm going to kill you!"
Chief Red Dog's eyes were red and he roared angrily. So many past efforts and so many plans for the future were reduced to ashes in the fire on this night. After a while, Chichika managed to calm down. He took a few steps, grabbed the collar of the tribal priest with one hand, pointed at the fireball rising from the enemy camp down the mountain with the other, and shouted.
"Zuma, what on earth is this!"
"Ah! Big boss... This, this should be a Mexica spell, or a weapon given by the gods..." Zuma, the old tribal priest, was choked with breathlessness. He struggled against the big leader's grasp, struggling to make sounds like an old owl in a coyote's paws.
"It's like the stone-throwing wood beast before...but it throws fireballs..."
"Stone-throwing wood beast?"
Chichika was startled for a moment, then showed a hint of surprise.
"It turns out that the wooden beast from the past few days was for today!"
"Ahem!..."
The red dog leader let go of his hand, and the old priest Zuma coughed repeatedly. In the Nahua language, Zuma means "anger" and Montezuma means "one who makes himself angry." Of course, in front of Chichika at this time, the "angry" priest Zuma could only passively bear the opponent's anger and did not dare to show anger at all.
Chichika looked fiercely, stared at the priest's old face, and asked again.
"Priest Zuma, what are those rockets and thunder?"
"Ahem!... Big leader, nature is the unity and derivation, the coexistence of all things. The gods are part of nature and follow the laws of nature... Since the gods can create wooden beasts that throw stones and trees that throw fireballs, If you use beasts, you can also create wood beasts that shoot rockets and wood beasts that make thunder. Now it seems that the god of Mexica is proficient in wood beasts, and he must be an evil god who is good at creating things!"
Zuma calmed down and answered decisively. No matter what the truth is, the most important thing at this moment is to give the tribal warriors who are afraid of the unknown an explanation that can be easily understood and comforted.
"Various wood beasts...the evil god who is good at creating things..."
The fear on Chichika's face flashed away. He then asked urgently.
"In this case, respected priest Zuma, do you have any way to deal with the enemy's wood beast?"
"Ahem... Big boss, nature is a cycle of balance. The more powerful something is, the more fatal weaknesses it has. This is especially true for the creations of gods, because they lack human souls..."
Priest Zuma's expression flickered. He was speaking the clichés of the wasteland priests while thinking rapidly about his words.
"Well, you see, although these wooden beasts release thunder and flames, they cannot move or walk up the steep camp. Although the thunder is violent and the flames are hot, they are not accurate and cannot really hurt a few people. This is natural Limitations, balance in all things..."
"Priest Zuma! I ask you what to do now!"
After listening for a moment, Chichika's expression became fierce again. He looked at the chaotic fires everywhere, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart.
"Can you cast a spell to counter the opponent's wood beast?!"
"Well, respected chief...the soldiers were so panicked because they encountered the evil god's creation for the first time, and in the dark night, they were swallowed up by the unknown fear. As long as they see it a few times and get used to it, The roar of creation, discovering the weakness of creation, will not be like this..."
"Now, I want you to cast a spell! Can you?!"
"Ah... there are too many priests on the opposite side, and their magic power is too strong. My materials fell into the camp again, and they were all burned..."
"roll!"
Chichika yelled angrily and threw out the old priest in his hand.
"Bring a few priests to appease my warriors!"
"Ahem! I obey, chief."
Zuma got up from the ground and left quickly as if running away.
Chichika continued to stand there with red eyes. He stared at the enemy camp opposite, like an angry northern bison.
"Uh... Chief, I counted the tribal warriors. There are about 2,000 left, and about 800 have fled. Among the remaining warriors, there are 600 elite red-haired warriors, but most of them are here."
Uman came to the chief with a war stick in one hand, knelt down on one knee and reported back. The Red Dog Tribe is the most powerful tribe in the wilderness, and the proportion of red-haired hunters has always been high. When the sky fire struck, these elites barely maintained the order of the tribe, allowing the warriors to collapse and not disperse, and now they have gathered again.
"Six hundred redheads are here!"
Hearing this, Chichika breathed a sigh of relief. The red-haired elite are the foundation of all major tribes, equivalent to the old and powerful soldiers. If the tribal warriors are defeated, they can still be recruited or coerced from various tribes. If the redhead loses too much, the tribe will truly be in ruins.
"Uman, send out your troops and try your best to collect the defeated troops!"
"Uh...yes, Chief."
Wuman nodded, but his feet did not move. He looked at the chief, hesitated for a while, and then spoke dully.
"Chief, I think the current situation is not good...very bad!"
"Nonsense, I'm not blind!"
Hearing this, Chichica's eyes turned red and she laughed angrily. He pointed at the fires of each camp and scolded.
"What do you want to say?"
"Uh... Chief, I think we can't hold this place any longer. All the tribes have collapsed, and we, the Red Dog Tribe, should leave as soon as possible!"
"Um?!"
Chichika stepped forward and grabbed Uman's collar.
"What did you say?"
"Uh... I said, we can't hold on anymore, it's time to leave."
"Can you say that again?"
Chichika's eyes were filled with fire and dangerous murderous intent.
Uman looked at the chief, his eyes a little dazed, but his expression was extremely firm.
"Chief, the morale of the soldiers has been shattered, and this battle cannot be fought. We have to give up here, retreat a hundred and eighty miles away, and gather the morale of the army...Actually, actually, I think that we wasteland people should not Staying in one place all the time, fighting this kind of hard-on-hard battle..."
"Pah! Pah! Pah!..."
Chichica whipped out her whip angrily. He slapped Wuman's head six or seven times until he fell to the ground, and then he slapped her seven or eight more times.
"I'll beat you to death! I rebelled against you!"
"ah!..."
Wuman let out a cry of pain and rolled back and forth on the ground. After a while, he was covered in dirt, climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and continued to speak to the chief.
"Chief, I think it's time to go."
"you!"
Chichica raised her whip again and looked angrily. Then, he met Uman's straight and firm eyes, and when he saw the blood on the other person's face, his heart softened inexplicably. After a while, the red dog leader slowly put down his whip and asked in a deep voice.
"...If we abandon this dangerous camp, there won't be much room behind us. The small city of Palms has low walls and a small area. The terrain in the valley is open, and tens of thousands of troops are scattered everywhere. How can we defend it? "
"Well, chief, there is the mouth of the valley behind us. We can guard it for a while."
"The entrance to the valley is a bit open, and the terrain is not dangerous enough. The Cactus Tribe's offensive is fierce and they cannot defend it for long."
"Then take the tribe with you and leave the valley. You can escape into the wilderness from the northwest, or you can escape from the mountain roads in the northeast or east..."
Hearing this, Chichika lowered her eyes and didn't speak for a long time.
"Chief!"
Uman knelt on the ground and buried his head at the chief's feet, like a tame wolf.
"say no more!"
Chichika shouted angrily.
"Let the scouts come to see me! There is chaos now, and the ministries don't know how much they have lost."
Afterwards, Chief Red Dog stood on a high place and looked around again. After a while, the scouts from all directions returned one after another and reported back to the chief.
Chichika personally arranged the camps of the various ministries. The situation at this time fell into his eyes one by one, combined with the scout's intelligence and corresponding to the memory in his heart, it turned into a helpless sigh.
"Hey! The rear camp collapsed, the red deer escaped, the flamingo and the red salamander blew up the camp and fought... The red monkey should still be there."
Seeing this, Chichika felt a little complicated. The ones who were able to defend to the end during the night attack were actually the Red Monkey Tribe. He pondered for a long time, finally took a deep breath, and had to face the cruel reality.
"Uman, what you said makes sense. The camp can be abandoned. But it is too dangerous to withdraw now. The tribe will easily collapse on the night road!"
Chichika suppressed the emotions in her heart and paced repeatedly. Then, he looked towards the distant sky. The long night was about to pass, the noisy voices gradually faded away, and the morning star had already risen from the east. He looked towards the camp again, where the priests had just calmed people down. Two thousand tribal warriors once again grasped their hunting bows and spears.
"It's almost dawn! When it's dawn, we'll take the tribe back first. Then we'll clean up the defeated troops and then fight against the Cactus tribe!"
"Uh... Chief, the Cactus tribe has already planned it, and I'm afraid they won't let us leave easily!"
"I know!"
Chief Red Dog was a little irritated. He waved the whip in his hand and let out a sharp whistle.
"I will leave some men behind and rely on the remaining camps to stop the cactus tribe's army!"
"Uh... Chief, the tribe needs to keep a distance to retreat, and it will take time to gather the tribes. The Cactus tribe's attack is fierce, and ordinary people cannot stop it."
"Damn! Uman, can you shut up?!"
Chichika couldn't help but growl out.
"Don't be like the short-billed crow, croaking in front of me and making ominous sounds!"
"Uh...Chief!"
Uman fell to his knees and again laid his head at the chief's feet.
"What on earth are you going to say?"
Chichika shook the other person's hair impatiently.
"I'm here to stay and resist the Cactus Tribe's attack!"
Uman raised his head. This time, his eyes were clear and not dull at all.
"Chief, only I can buy you time now!"
Hearing this, Chichika suddenly froze and remained motionless. He slowly lowered his head, looked into the eyes of the generals at his feet, and did not speak for a long time.
"Chief, I am a wolf, and I am willing to die for the wolf king."
A fierce smile appeared on Wuman's face, and the bloody whip marks trembled.
"Our Red Dog Tribe will definitely exist in the wilderness forever!"
"Uman..."
Chichika lowered her eyes and held her beloved general's hair again. This time, he didn't let go for a long time.
"I'll give you six hundred warriors and fifty redheads! Hold on for me for two days!"
After a while, the red dog leader turned around and looked toward the dawn in the east. He bit his lip silently, and with the stinging blood and acrid smoke, he made a vow full of hatred.
"Witness the ancestors! If you die fighting for me, I will slaughter the three thousand Otomi serfs in the valley, and then gather warriors from all tribes to seek revenge on the Cactus tribe!"
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