Chapter 323: Dispatching Troops

There was silence in the long, low house, with only the faint smell of blood wafting in the wind. Kakalo lay quietly on the ground, as if returning to the embrace of the Mother Earth. And the mysterious words were like prophecies, falling on the hearts of the three people, and they couldn't let go of them for a long time.

Bertard took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to detect the old priest's breath, turned around and shook his head.

"Your Highness, he is dead."

Shulot looked solemn and reached out to pick up the wooden board on the ground. He looked at his emblem and name and was speechless for a while. After a while, he looked at Cocker.

"Coca, did you hear the old priest's last words clearly?"

"Ah, respected Chief Death!"

Kaka carefully glanced at the name on the board, and then glanced at Kakalo, who was lying dead on the ground. Although he did not believe in gods, when he encountered this mysterious phenomenon, he still regarded it as the prophecy of the wilderness priest and was full of awe of Shulot. Chief Red Frog lowered his head deeply and replied.

"Great Chief, Kakaro's last words were, Flower of Death, the soul you have been looking for is in the place where you keep traveling, and you can never catch it!"

Among the Chichimec people, "Alan" is the "flower of death", "away" also means "travel", and "meeting" and "capturing" are similar.

"Yeah, pretty much what I heard."

Shulot nodded calmly, but waves of turmoil arose in his heart.

"Know my name, know my emblem, the flower of death prophesied before death cannot catch me? Does this refer to the secret of my reincarnation? The node of destiny is in the east? Does this prophesy that the colonists are coming? Death Is the shadow coming from the south? Is there anyone who can see through everything and predict the future?

The king was silent for a long time, lost in thought. Bertard looked calm, and Cocker bowed his head respectfully. Time in the longhouse almost froze until a guard bowed his head and came forward.

"Your Highness, the envoy from the Eastern Route Army is outside the house. There is urgent military information."

Hearing this, Shulot woke up from his meditation. He thought for a moment and then ordered in a deep voice.

"Bertard, give this wise wilderness priest a good burial! Erect a tombstone for him and engrave his last words on it. Treat the tribal priests who have surrendered in each tribe kindly. Let them send two more people to sort out the wasteland inheritance here. , and send them all to my big account!”

"Follow your will, Your Highness! I will send men to check the priests in the wasteland."

Bertard bowed. As soon as Shulot took two steps, he remembered something again, turned around and asked.

"Coca, you said the Red Crow tribe was the first tribe to escape?"

"Yes, Warchief."

"Where did they escape?"

"Well, it should be the north, but I don't know if it's the northwest or the northeast."

Koka stared and couldn't answer.

The king shook his head slightly and ordered the warrior captain.

"Pay attention to the Red Crow tribe. It's best to catch their leader!"

"As you command, Your Highness!"

Shulot said nothing and strode out of the longhouse. There are too many secrets in this world, buried silently in the dust. And he is destined to leave his own footprints in the dust of history!

Outside the longhouse, an Otomi messenger was waiting. He was travel-stained, his face was covered with dust, and his eyes showed some anxiety. Seeing Shulot walking out, the messenger suddenly fell to his knees and shouted loudly.

"Your Highness! Three days ago, the Eastern Route Army was attacked by the Dogmen! Prince Giowa sent me to ask you for reinforcements!"

"Who is the leader of the Guakili canine descendants? How many tribes came? How many warriors are there in total?"

Shulot's expression did not change and he asked in a deep voice. He had long expected that the Eastern Route Army would be attacked by canine descendants, and had ordered Giowa to set up camp for defense. Giowa relied on the camp, and even if he could not win, he would not be defeated.

"Your Highness, the leader of the canine descendants should be Red Dog Chief Chichika. The army fought for two days, and the flags of the five large tribes, Red Dog, Red Stork, Red Deer, Red Monkey, and Red Salamander, all appeared! The enemy in front of me It is estimated that there are 8,000 to 10,000 troops. The Red Dog tribe has more than 2,000 troops, the Red Stork, Red Deer, Red Monkey, and Red Salamander have more than 1,000 troops, and the other ordinary tribes also have 2,000 troops!"

"Eight thousand to ten thousand?"

Shulot frowned. There are more than 60,000 canine descendants gathered near the city of Palms in the northeast. Armed with all the strong men, the maximum number of 20,000 warriors can be mobilized. This number of troops sent proves that the dog descendants still have some strength left.

"Prince Giowa has eight thousand warriors in his hands! He has the same strength as the Guakili people, and he set up camp in advance. Why did he ask for help from me so quickly?"

"Your Highness, the Guakili dog descendants are divided into two groups. One group is the main force assembled. Five large tribes camp together to confront the prince in front. There are many red-haired people in the large tribes. They harass the camp day and night, and the warriors are not allowed to do so. Rest."

The messenger took a breath and replied carefully.

"The other way is the harassing partial division. More than two thousand soldiers from the ordinary tribes were divided into more than a dozen small teams and went around to the southwest of the camp. These ordinary tribes were flexible in their movements. After they dispersed behind the army, they continued to plunder the supply teams! I'll come At that time, the latest batch of grain transport teams had just been looted, and the militiamen suffered more than 200 casualties."

"What's Giowa doing?"

Hearing this, Shulot was a little dissatisfied.

"With eight thousand warriors in his hands, he can't even protect his own food route?"

"Your Highness, according to your order, Prince Giova has set up a camp to defend it! The Dogs attacked twice, leaving behind 200 bodies, and stopped forcing the attack. There is still half a month's worth of food in the camp. As long as there are enough militiamen transporting food, the Dogs will not be able to really block the food route."

Then, the Otomi envoy hesitated. He looked at the Coca next to him, and Chief Red Frog consciously stepped back a few steps. The envoy then whispered.

"Your Highness, the prince begs for your understanding! He has just taken over as the leader of the mountain city, the bird-shooting king of the Otomi people, and his prestige has not yet been established, and his control over the legion is not stable. The Guakili dog descendants are coming aggressively, and he dare not fight with them at this time. If he fails in the battle, the morale of the army will be shaken. Even if the battle is won, the Guakili people will not disperse, and often set up ambushes. The previous leader of the mountain city was defeated first and then lost. He was ambushed by a sharpshooter while chasing the fleeing enemy."

Speaking of this, the messenger paused, then suddenly fell to the ground, and shouted loudly.

"Your Highness, the prince is defending the camp and is unbreakable. He asks you to lead the army and join hands with him to defeat the enemy together!"

Xuluot thought for a while and nodded slowly. He said with a smile.

"It's only been a few months since he became the leader of the mountain city, but Giova has indeed improved a lot! Go back and tell him to hold on for another five days. Once I have sorted out the situation in the valley, I will lead the army to the east!"

The next few days were full of busyness. The wounded had to rest on the spot, the prisoners had to be managed in separate camps, and soldiers had to be stationed in the valley. Xiuluot personally controlled the two armies, appeased the surrendered Guakili tribes, and held a sacred funeral for the fallen warriors. He drew out a thousand Otomi warriors and more than three thousand militiamen from the Western Army to guard the valley camp and manage nearly 20,000 dog-born prisoners. Then, the king led more than 13,000 warriors, plus three thousand red frog warriors, and the army marched eastward!

I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! っっ