The wind howls, and the grass and trees turn yellow. Swirling red leaves blew down from the hills around the valley, covering the large bodies of corpses in the valley, stained with a brighter red.
The precise shooting of the canine hunters only lasted for half a quarter of an hour, and nearly two hundred palm warriors were attacked and killed. More than a hundred red-haired elites in the valley immediately launched a charge and routed the remaining hundred or so warriors. The short ambush suddenly became intense and ended quickly. The Guakili warriors roared, brandished their bronze spears, shot feather arrows, and chased the retreating enemies.
Zoltor, the palm chief, lay motionless on the grass. His eyes widened unwillingly, dozens of sharp copper arrows were inserted into his body, and the crimson color was spreading under his body. Death was so sudden that he didn't even have time to leave any last words. Until he died, there was still surprise and confusion in his eyes, as if he was still asking: Why did I die suddenly? The northern barbarians sneak attack, don't talk...
"Haha, stupid deer, you can deceive the enemy into defeat, ambush and behead him, it's really tried and true!"
The red monkey Ozoma grinned widely and led hundreds of hunters to quickly climb down the cliffs on both sides. Behind him, hundreds of Guakili warriors emerged from the cliffs. Howling low, they followed the edge of the cliff and killed the palm warriors outside the valley.
"Red Monkey, I just can't figure it out. Why do I come to lure the enemy every time? Being chased is like a dead dog. You have to conserve your strength at all times to avoid throwing away the opponent."
Red Deer Massat was panting and a little dissatisfied. He lured the enemy all the way, but was chased by Zotor for twenty miles, and finally he was led to the valley where the ambush was.
Fake defeat and lure the enemy sounds simple, but in fact it is a real technical job, especially when running on two feet. If the soldiers don't have enough fighting will, they will collapse if they run away; if they don't have enough mobility and experience, they will run the wrong way. When Massat was running away, he not only had to control his speed, but also constantly adjusted his direction. In the process, he lost more than a dozen elite people who lured the enemy.
"Dalu, aren't you experienced and fast?"
"Hmph! Red Monkey, if you lure the enemy a few times, you will gain experience."
"Masat! I am the leader of the Red Monkey Chapter, and you are the deputy leader. According to the rules of the southern tribe, you must obey my orders!"
Red Monkey Ozoma straightened his face, pressed the brand new bronze sword on his waist, and revealed a bit of pride in his words. After the Northern Expedition, he was highly regarded by His Majesty and became the leader of the three thousand-man battle group, with Dailu Masat as his deputy. The three thousand warriors under their command were selected from tens of thousands of western dog descendants, and all of them were good at fighting.
"...Okay. But I am responsible for the most dangerous task of luring the enemy. According to the rules of the big southern tribes, these two hundred-plus heads are mine!"
Red Deer Masat paused, his eyes flashed, and he told his plan.
"As for the subsequent battle achievements, we must share them equally!"
"...That's it for you! It's just more than two hundred heads. I thought the southern tribes were as difficult as the Death Chief's tribe, but I didn't expect them to be so vulnerable. Now it seems, let alone hundreds of heads Level, even a few thousand is easy!"
Ozoma looked confident. He thought for a moment and then looked at the body of Palm Chief Zotol.
"The head of that southern chief..."
"Mine too!"
Massat looked anxious and shouted.
"He has been chasing me for so long, I want to knock his skull off and use him as a bowler!"
The use of human bone vessels is also a tradition of the wasteland tribes. However, there is a shortage of food and wine in the wasteland. The canine descendants cannot use wine glasses, but can only use bowls. According to the wilderness priest, this kind of vessel can absorb the enemy's courage and life, making the warrior braver and stronger!
"Here you go, it's all yours. Although this southern chief is brave, he's not very smart. If I use his skull to make a bowl, he'll become stupid if I don't do it. Dude, it's just right for you!"
Ozoma laughed, full of victory.
"But the heads of these people are still of great use now. The warriors put their heads on spears to intimidate the enemy warriors and villages!"
"Okay! The enemy on the opposite side lost its leader and dispersed into a long snake. It was just right to defeat it in one fell swoop!"
Masat's grin was obviously not heard by Ozoma's secret sarcasm.
The two wilderness chiefs talked and laughed for a while. The red-haired hunters had already cut off the enemy's heads and strung them on sharp spears. Then, without stopping, the hunters turned back to kill at the mouth of the valley in the south. There, thousands of Guakili warriors fought fiercely and had just defeated another wave of chasing enemies.
Red leaves were flying, and three thousand red monkey battle groups gathered from all sides, driving away the defeated palm warriors and attacking the enemies behind them. They held high the head of Zoltor, the palm chief, howled like wolves, and fired deadly arrows.
"Ouch!"
"Zotol, the leader of the Palm Patriarch, is dead!"
"Swish swish!"
The friendly forces collapsed, the leader died, both wings were attacked, and arrows rained continuously... Under the rapid and violent attacks of the canine descendants, the three thousand palm warriors who went out to fight in the city had no time to stand up, and were dragged back by the defeated army and fled. The disintegrating formation was like a landslide, with ferocious wolf howls surrounding them on three sides, leaving only a dead end to escape southward.
The tragic rout lasted for twenty miles, from the ambush valley to the gates of Apatchingan. Along the way, there were corpses of palm warriors everywhere, most of them with their backs upward.
Hundreds of canine warriors happily cut off the heads of fallen warriors and groped for their opponents' relics. Whenever they touch jade, gold and silver jewelry, the canine warriors cry out excitedly. Whenever he touched any wood or stone ornament, Inuji cursed under his breath. The tribe had just settled down and was still extremely poor. As long as they could plunder two valuables and bring them back, they would be worth a year's worth of farming! The canine warrior, who didn't touch anything, could only keep a cold face, holding the bronze spear and long bow, and continued to pursue.
"Chase, keep chasing, don't stop! Damn it! Everyone has a share in the seized property!"
The red monkey Ozoma cursed and, together with Masat, drove the tribal warriors to continue the pursuit. Although ordinary tribal warriors fight bravely and are very tenacious in the face of adversity, as long as they win a victory and face the temptation of trophies, they will forget about the rules of combat. Their discipline is currently not comparable to that of the samurai army.
One day later, thousands of canine legions finally gathered again and marched to the gates of Apatchingan. After the war priests counted the war merits, they piled the heads of two thousand palm warriors into a temple and stacked them within two hundred steps of the city. The morale in Apatchingan City instantly fell to the bottom.
The Palm Patriarch led 3,000 men to fight, but within a few days, he was defeated to the death. Of the three thousand warriors, two thousand were killed and five hundred were captured. Only five hundred remaining soldiers escaped back to the city. The rebellious nobles of the southwest were in panic and were in fear day and night. Even though there are still 6,000 militiamen and 4,000 strong men in Apachingan City, after losing the warriors who are good at fighting, they completely lost the ability to fight outside the city.
Being trapped in an isolated city is bound to be a dead end. The only hope is the more than 10,000 reinforcements from "Shield" Chief Chimali!
Black Wolf Toltec and hundreds of personal guards stopped under the city of Apatchingan. He frowned and looked at the situation at the top of the city.
This important town in the southwest played an important role in the old dynasty. It was the frontline military city for the Kingdom of Tarasco to conquer the Tecos. Apatchingam State is named after this city. The entire city is not large, but the height of the city wall is nearly six meters, which is higher than Kuramo City. Because there are abundant stones in the nearby mountains, the towering city wall is made of granite and volcanic rocks of different sizes plus soil and corn mortar. Although the city wall in front of you looks ugly, it is actually very strong. In the past hundred years, the Tekos people invaded several times, but there was nothing they could do about this stone military city.
"No wonder Zotor dared to rebel. It turned out that he relied on this strong city..."
Black Wolf looked at it for a moment and muttered to himself. He pondered for a moment and then ordered five hundred red-haired hunters to shoot and cover, and five hundred Prepecha warriors to test and attack the city.
"Swish swish!"
The red-haired hunters, wearing cotton armor, approached within eighty paces. They braved the scattered rain of arrows and fired at the archers at the top of the city! The arrows roared, intertwined with each other, and shot through the bodies of the soldiers. Dozens of people died in a matter of seconds!
Black Wolf frowned again. After surrendering to the kingdom, the southwest nobles also learned the craftsmanship of making long bows. At this time, the big bow on the city head flashed with great power. It would be difficult for the archers to close in and suppress them without taking huge casualties.
"Dong dong dong!"
The war drums sounded, echoing through the mountains and forests. Five hundred Prepecha warriors held their large shields high and carried crude wooden ladders, pressing towards the city wall of Apatchingan. The Prepecha warriors rushed within fifty steps, and the arrow rain from the top of the city immediately turned and began to penetrate the cotton armor and kill the warriors. Within twenty steps, the javelin from the top of the city was thrown down, breaking the shield and striking around the wooden ladder. Further back, the Apatchingan militiamen were carrying heavy stones and clay pots filled with lime, ready to drop them.
"Drip!...Drip!...Drip!..."
The Prepecha warriors withstood the fierce attack, but before they even approached the city, the retreating conch horn suddenly sounded. The warriors paused, then threw down the wooden ladder and hurriedly retreated. A burst of cheers suddenly erupted above Appachingan City.
"Ah? Dear Commander of the Black Wolf Army..."
Ozoma looked at the black wolf Toltec.
"No fight! Ezpin's spear army is about to move westward. This broken city is so tough, let him chew it!"
Toltec looked calm and waved his hand. He will not do stupid things like attacking a strong city and fortress again.
"Apachingan is an isolated city and has completely lost its ability to fight in the field. Ozoma, leave five hundred people to guard it. We continue to move west! Koka has been keeping an eye on the 'Shield' tribe. Chief Chimali has more than 10,000 people. People have entered the Apa Plain!"
"Okay, legion commander! Let's have a good fight with these southern barbarians!"
"No, Chief Chimali's tribal warriors have just come out of the mountains and their morale is high. We will leave two thousand troops to hang on to him and won't fight for the time being."
"Ah? Commander of the army, where should we fight?"
Ozoma understood, but still pretended to be confused on his face.
"Ha ha!"
Toltec laughed out loud and taught proudly.
"Ozoma, you need to learn more! Guakili warriors travel across the wasteland and are the best at running! Let us go deep into the mountains and dig out his lair!"
"The legion commander is wise!"
"Ha ha!"
The black wolf's laughter dispersed into the wind, headed southwest, and turned into chilling thunder.
