Chapter 316 Grass Rat

The sky is clear and clear, the wind is high and the clouds are clear. The afternoon sun is full of heat, and the dry wasteland is covered with dust. The dark green legion held the flag of the black wolf and rushed along the undulating mountains, rushing toward the valley mouth forty miles to the northwest. The smoke of the march rose into the sky and was still clearly visible dozens of miles away. The Guakili canine scouts saw all this on the mountains and passed the urgent news into the valley, making the Red Fox Valley even more panicked.

Iwekan's eyes were red, his war stick was stained with blood, and he stood on the camp at the entrance of the northwest valley. A thousand red fox warriors, holding bows and spears, spread out inside and outside the valley entrance. They have completely controlled the situation and mastered the passage to the valley entrance. The nearby canine tribes were dispersed mercilessly, and then gathered in the corner of the valley entrance, fearfully waiting for the way to escape.

The valley road in the northwest is relatively wide and can pass thousands of people. There were hundreds of fallen corpses in the valley. They were all poor tribesmen. Thousands of young red foxes were carrying food on their backs, forming a long and mixed queue, stepping on the fresh carcasses and bright reds, and struggling to escape to the north. Not far away, two hundred chiefs' personal guards, wearing the gray-blue cotton armor of the Otomi people, guarding the red fox's heritage flag, were quickly heading towards the valley entrance.

Otois walked quickly in the center of the group. Although he is over forty, he is still very fast. Chief Red Fox was wearing the dark green cotton armor of the Aztecs and stood out among the gray and blue team. Scouts kept coming from the mountains in the valley, reporting to him the latest military information.

"Chief, the Cactus tribe has separated a legion and is heading towards the mouth of the valley quickly! It is about the size of two ordinary tribes, and the distance is thirty miles away!"

The scouts rushed back and forth to report, and then hurried away, like short-billed crows flying back and forth, bringing unfortunate news.

Chief Red Fox narrowed his eyes. He looked around at the migrating group, then at the sun above his head, and cursed angrily in a low voice.

"Damn it! What a coyote that smelled something fishy, ​​it came so fast! Thirty miles away, we marched in a hurry, and Dingkou of the tribe was only half retreated just after noon. We have to find a way to survive until dark!"

Otuwa kept walking and arrived at the camp at the entrance of the valley in a moment. Ivican bowed his head and saluted.

"Chief, I dispersed the ordinary tribes at the entrance of the valley and killed hundreds of tribesmen who blocked the road. Ouch! The Red Crow tribe did not escape far, and they fled to the north and east more than thirty miles away."

"Iwekan, you did a good job. Don't worry about the Red Crow tribe! The tribe will go directly to the northwest!"

Otoit waved his hand. He stood on the high ground of the camp, not looking at the chaotic situation in the valley, nor listening to the noisy shouts in his ears. Chief Red Fox looked at the smoke in the south, then at the ordinary tribe gathered near the mouth of the valley, and spoke in a deep voice.

"How many ordinary tribes have gathered at Taniguchi? How many Dingkou are there? How many warriors?"

"ah?"

Iwekan pulled his hair and calculated with difficulty for a long time.

"Chief, there were originally five small tribes here at the entrance of the valley. I destroyed one when I came here, and the remaining four tribes still have more than 3,000 people. Many of their warriors were recruited by the three major tribes, and it is estimated that only 400 are left. Come on! They're just a bunch of weak grass rats who don't even dare to hum in the face of the ferocious red fox warriors!"

"Three thousand Dingkou, four hundred warriors"

Otois nodded and said nothing. He squinted his eyes and stared for two quarters of an hour, assessing the cactus warrior's marching speed, and silently clenched his hands.

"Iweikan, the Cactus tribe came too fast! By the time they got here, we had only been away for more than ten miles, and we couldn't make it until dark."

"Ouch? Chief, what should we do?"

".Iwekan, my warrior. You are an excellent shooter and brave in battle. I have always valued you very much!"

"Oh, Chief, I will fight for you!"

Hearing the chief's praise, Iwekan patted his chest hard.

"Yes. My warrior, facing the pursuit of the coyote, the grass rat cannot run around with its head buried. I have a task for you!"

"Ouch?"

"Take the thousand warriors in your hands! Wait for the tribe's brigade to leave the mouth of the valley, drive away the three thousand tribesmen gathered here, and attack the cactus tribe's legion!"

"ah?"

Iwekan's expression changed and his whole body trembled.

"Chief, these three thousand tribal people are totally vulnerable! One thousand tribal warriors will definitely not be able to defeat two to three thousand cactus warriors!"

Otois looked at the red-haired captain with a stern face and stern eyes.

"Stupid! Iwekan, I didn't let you fight to the death with the cactus warriors! You drove the tribesmen into battle and disrupted the march of the cactus army. Even three thousand grass rats are enough for the wolves to catch for a long time! Then wait for the tribesmen After they are defeated, you can harass them a few more times and retreat as soon as it gets dark!"

"There are still 20,000 tribes in the valley, two big tribes. As long as we retreat in time, the cactus warriors will not let us go! Remember, you can run faster than anyone else!"

Iwekan pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth.

"Okay! Chief, I'll go!"

"Okay! When you come back, I will betroth my daughter to you! No matter how many warriors you lose in battle, I will replenish it for you. Iwekan, the continuation of the Red Fox tribe is up to you!"

"Ouch! Chief Dad, I will fight to the death for you!"

Ivican's eyes turned red again. He knelt down, kowtowed to Otois, stood up and left.

A thousand Red Fox warriors immediately took action. They were fully armed, surrounded the ordinary tribes in the corner of the valley, and announced the order of the tribe to recruit. A tribal chief just opened his mouth to refuse, and was shot dead by Ivikan with an arrow, and more than a dozen resisting guards were also killed. Not long after, the Red Fox warriors controlled 3,000 tribesmen, forcing them to throw away their large and small bags of luggage, pick up simple stone spears and stone hammers, and prepare for battle desperately.

As the sky was setting, 6,000 Red Fox men finally left the valley. They were barefoot, carrying food, facing the setting sun, and fled to the depths of the wilderness in the northwest. Behind them were 2,000 Red Fox warriors who were guarding them. Many of these warriors came from ordinary tribes and were forcibly recruited. Now, they left the valley with the Red Fox tribe and left their tribe forever, and their hearts were full of complicated emotions.

Otuwa stood on a high place with the chief's guards and looked to the south. The cactus warriors rushed all the way, and at this time they were only ten miles away. The smoke and dust from the south was almost in front of us, almost blending with the noise in the valley.

Chief Red Fox looked eastward to the valley again. At the southeast valley entrance, drums of war were beating loudly, and the wind could hear distant fighting, which was obviously fierce. And along the narrow valley, tens of thousands of dog tribes were in chaos, fighting for food, trampling and killing each other. All kinds of debris were thrown everywhere in the valley, and there were bloodstains among the debris.

However, the escape route was blocked by the warriors of the big tribe, and the ordinary tribes could only escape through the small roads in the mountains in the north. The mountain road was narrow, and the tribes collided with each other, and no one escaped for a long time.

"Oh, stupid grass rats."

Otuwa shook his head. He did not block the north, leaving a narrow escape route, just to prevent the "grass rats" from attacking the valley entrance.

"Goodbye, Chief Red Cat and Chief Red Frog! May our ancestors bless us, and we will meet again in the wilderness!"

Chief Red Fox smiled sarcastically, and then did not stay and turned away. Behind him. Ivikan led a thousand tribal warriors and drove three thousand numb tribesmen to kill the cactus army several miles away.

The plateau was vast, the sun slowly set, and it was another purple sunset. Three thousand tribesmen ran under the sunset, like a group of desperate rats, rushing towards the formation of the two thousand guards.

Bertard frowned slightly and shook his head. Fierce shouts and killing suddenly sounded outside the valley entrance in the northwest, accompanied by one-sided killing. A large amount of blood fell to the ground, dyed with purple-red light in the sunset, as if the underworld had descended on the earth.