Chapter 326: Fighting in the Mountains (End)

"Whoosh!"

The swift bone arrows struck like lightning and were right in front of you in a blink of an eye! Before Giowa could react, he felt a sudden pain in his chest and his whole body was shaken by force.

"Bang bang!"

The sharp arrow shot through the cloth and pierced the bronze armor, making a "bang" sound. Prince Coyote took a step back and looked down hastily. The arrow was right in the center, but it didn't penetrate the bronze armor.

"Damn it, you shot me in the vital part!"

Giowa was frightened for a while and looked around, looking for enemies who were attacking him.

Not far away, Wuman was startled. He hit the vital point with one arrow, but the enemy did not fall. The red-haired bodyguard showed a ruthless expression, and with dozens of red-haired men, he took ten steps forward again, raised his hand and fired another arrow.

"Whoosh!. Bang!"

The bone arrow hit the bronze armor, and there was another metal impact. Giowa felt pain in his chest again, as if someone had punched him in the air, and he took another step back. He looked down and saw that this arrow was still stuck in his heart, only two inches away from the previous one.

"Damn it, he's such a great shot!"

Giowa glared angrily and finally found the enemy general who was shooting. It was a red-haired canine hunter without any eye-catching clothing. He was holding a large bow that was rare among the Guakili people, and he was looking over here.

“It turns out to be a thick-skinned armadillo.”

Wuman lowered his bow to observe, with an expression of disbelief on his face. He looked at the unharmed Otomi leader and cursed under his breath in surprise.

"Damn, he's so thick-skinned!"

More than fifty steps apart, the two looked at each other with awe-inspiring murderous intent. Giowa turned around and shouted orders to his guards. Wuman gritted his teeth and shouted to the red-haired people around him.

"Ten steps forward! Fight with the Otomi native dogs on both sides! The red-haired hunter in the middle, shoot the bird king with me!"

After saying that, Uman rushed forward in person. The distance of ten steps came in an instant, and he raised the big bow again and drew it to full strength. This time, he aimed at the Bird King's face! Around him, more than thirty elite red-haired hunters also raised their hunting bows, aiming at the vital points of their heads and faces.

"Damn it, damn it! The despicable Guakiri canine descendant! He actually made a sneak attack!"

Giowa looked at the group of red-haired people aiming at him, trembled all over, and cursed angrily. He threw away the war club in his hand, raised his shield with both hands, and tried hard to cover his head, face and neck.

"Whoosh whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The red-haired hunters missed their arrows, and the whistling rain of arrows brought the trembling sound of death. Most of the bone arrows hit the wooden shield, and the rest hit the cloth armor accurately. Giowa bowed his waist and raised his shield, as if walking in a heavy rain, his whole body was sore from being beaten. In just one shot, more than a dozen arrows were stuck in his armor, turning him into a hedgehog.

"Damn it! Wild dogs sneaking up on you!"

Giová tried his best to steady his body and carefully moved his shield away, revealing his observation sight. He was furious, stretched out his finger, pointed in the direction of Uman, and shouted orders to the guards.

"Shoot! Shoot them to death!"

Nearly a hundred personal guards had taken out their longbows and were ready to shoot. Upon hearing the leader's order, they all drew their bows and arrows, took aim, and fired volley at the opposite side.

After Giowa became the prince, His Highness generously rewarded him with two hundred longbows. Half of it was distributed by him to important nobles and leaders. The remaining half was used to select elites and follow the example of His Highness to form this captain's bodyguard.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Sharp copper arrows shot through the air. At this distance, the dog's civilian clothes were like paper, and the captured cotton armor was unable to withstand it. Uman sensed the danger in advance, threw himself to the ground, and rolled backwards twice.

"Pfft, pfft!"

The arrow only penetrated the flesh, making a penetrating hissing sound, which was immediately covered up by the miserable howl, and fell into Wuman's ears. Wuman lay on the ground, looking to his side covered in dust, his heart suddenly bleeding. More than a dozen elite red-haired hunters fell to the ground with arrows in their hands, bleeding profusely and looking like they were dead.

"Swish swish!."

The longbow guards took aim and fired another ferocious volley, falling into the rear of the canine warriors. More than a dozen dog-born fell to the ground instantly, and there was chaos behind them. The front line of hundreds of canine descendants who desperately charged were also blocked by the assembled Otomi warriors.

"Blessed by our ancestors! Form a battle formation and defeat the enemy!"

Giowa waved his shield and shouted loudly to boost the morale of the soldiers. Seeing that their leader came to the front line unscathed, the Otopan warriors were inspired. They let out a cry and began to fight hard. Soon, the warriors formed a battle formation, raised their shields to cover each other, and gradually stabilized the battle line.

A canine warrior wildly swung a stone hammer and attacked the battle formation of the Otomi warriors. He used all his strength and smashed forward, but was blocked by the shield of a middle-aged warrior. The middle-aged warrior leaned back slightly against the dented shield. Another young warrior beside him swung his war stick and slashed at the enemy's chest and abdomen.

"Zizzi!"

A large puff of bright red spurts out from the chest and abdomen. The canine warrior suddenly raised his head, lost all strength and fell to the ground. Another dog-born man rushed towards him brandishing a stone spear. The middle-aged warrior once again raised his shield to block the attack, while the young warrior slashed diagonally from the side. After a miserable howl, there was another corpse on the ground.

Facing the formed military formation, the damage of the canine warriors began to rise rapidly, and the samurai's losses were significantly reduced. Wuman looked around the battlefield, feeling anxious. He retreated among the tribal warriors and commanded the elite of the attack.

"Ouch! Red-haired hunter, disperse your fire and suppress the enemy archers! Tribal warriors, go around to both sides, don't charge directly into the formation!"

The fighting in the mountains was fierce and shouts of killing shook the sky. Once the warriors were involved in close combat, it was difficult to command them again. After hearing Uman's order, only hundreds of tribal warriors who had not been in battle accepted the command. They quickly divided into two teams, diagonally around the two sides of the Otomi army, then crouched and charged like hounds!

The flank charge came, and the fighting became fierce again. The warriors on both wings wavered for a moment and scattered slightly. The Ottopan warriors and the Guakili warriors were entangled closely together, like beasts biting each other, and launched fatal attacks on each other. In just a moment, dozens of people fell!

The red-haired hunters of the dog race stood up and tried their best to shoot at the longbow warriors, and the archers on the opposite side also quickly fought back. The rain of arrows crossed the mountain roads, and many flew into the forest, scaring the eagles away.

The veteran red-haired hunter Toh had red lines on his face and an indifferent expression. He narrowed his eyes, held the bow at an angle, and raised his hand to shoot a sharp bone arrow! Forty steps away, the gray-blue longbow guard was hit in the face by an arrow and fell down.

"The third finger!"

Toh nodded slightly and wrote down the number in his mind. Then, he moved slightly again, aimed at another guard, pulled the string to the corner of his mouth, and shot another swift arrow.

"The fourth finger!"

Toh counted confidently in a low voice without looking at the result of the shooting. He has been holding the bow for more than 20 years, and even his spine is an arc suitable for shooting. As long as he shoots an arrow, he knows whether it hits by feeling.

"Ah!"

Sure enough, another guard screamed miserably, his eyes were shot and bleeding, and he fell to the ground in pain.

The corners of Toh's mouth curled up slightly. After this battle, he can draw another four-point red line on his face, and he will definitely surpass Uman and become the first person in the tribe. He moved the bow again, aiming at the next enemy, but heard the roar of death in his ears!

Seven or eight feather arrows attacked at the same time, focusing on this sharpshooter! Tohe quickly bent down and moved his feet, but was still pierced by the sharp arrows in his waist and abdomen, and fell to the ground. Then, another round of arrow rain attacked, instantly piercing him into a bloody man!

The veteran hunter lay on the ground, and the soil under him quickly became wet. He finally tried his best to look up and look at the autumn forest. Some autumn leaves fluttered in the air, and then slowly fell down, stained with bright red.

"Autumn is the cycle of death, returning to Mother Earth."

Tohe whispered to himself, and his eyes soon lost their spirit. Surrounding the thick-skinned Giowa leader, the warriors of both sides fell like autumn leaves. Two thousand elites fought fiercely, and one third of them had died at this time, but they were filled by the reinforcements that rushed in!

On the hill, the Red Dog Chieftain held his weapon tightly and stared at the battle situation.

Hundreds of Red Dog elites suddenly rushed out, half-wrapped the Otomi leader in it, like a snake half-biting its prey. However, the prey's skin was so thick that it could not be bitten through, and he was reluctant to let it go. The brutal battle continued. The Otomi people opened the camp gate, and the dog tribes also sent warriors. Reinforcements from both sides continued to arrive, joining from both sides, stretching the front line longer and longer, and an unexpected decisive battle was about to come!

"Chief! The sharpshooter Tohe died in battle!"

A guard quickly ran up the hill and reported to the Red Dog Chief who was watching the battle.

"What?!"

Chichika clenched his fists, his expression ferocious, like a beast that was choosing its prey. Tohe was one of the best shooters under his command, but he died in an unknown mountain road! The Red Dog Chief hesitated and paced back and forth. He turned his head again and looked at the battlefield that had expanded to three or four thousand people, and then looked at the Ottopan guards whose front line was still stable.

"No, the battle cannot be fought like this!"

Chichika bit his lip hard and made a decision. Although he wanted to have a big fight with the Otomi dogs, it was definitely not a battle on such a flat terrain with no shelter. The Red Dog Chief yelled to the guards beside him.

"Blow the horn to retreat!"

"Chief, retreat?"

"Retreat!"

Chichika roared.

"Let Uman retreat! Send the remaining 2,000 warriors to ambush in the forest! Send messengers to inform other tribes: If the Otomi people chase into the forest, they will never come back!"

The guards nodded and left. But a moment later, the low horn echoed in the mountains. The Guakili people hunted the huge beasts in the north, and now they used real bull horns.

"Woo! Woo!"

Uman's eyes were red, and he was shooting with a bow, and the sound of the horn came from afar. He turned his head and looked at the hill where the chief was, but he only saw the flag of retreat. The figure of the chief had disappeared.

"What?"

"Woo! Woo!"

Even in the fierce battle, the elite red-haired warriors can still remain calm. They looked back, hesitated for a few breaths, and then decisively turned around and retreated.

"Awoo! Let's go!"

Uman looked unwilling, but had to obey. Before leaving, he took a last look at the Otomi leader who was close at hand. The other party was covered with arrows and his shield was shot like a brush. At this moment, he turned his head and looked at the hill where the horn was blown.

"Where is it? The leader of the Guakili people?"

Hearing this completely different horn sound, Giova's expression moved. He looked at the hill not far away, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then shouted loudly to his guards.

"Wave the flag and let the nearest camp send troops! Kill to that hill!"

While they were talking, the Guakiri people who were fighting suddenly shouted in confusion. Then, they all turned their heads, their formation was completely scattered, and they fled to the mountains and forests behind. Most of the dog-born warriors were lightly armed and unarmored, and they were used to running. They were still running fast on the hills. The warriors in the front line were blood-thirsty and continued to chase the fleeing enemies, and they were about to kill them into the mountains and forests!

Giova looked for a moment and saw the birds rising above the mountains and forests, and the vaguely flashing figures. He decisively took out the conch and blew it himself.

"Ding! Ding! The whole army retreats!"

"Woo! Woo!"

The leaders of the two armies, one after the other, issued orders to withdraw. The low horns and the sharp conchs echoed in the mountains at the same time, like a piece of music that suddenly ended. The warriors on both sides quickly broke contact, then calmed down and turned back to the central army.

A brutal war broke out suddenly, fierce for a few moments, and then suddenly calmed down. In the respectful eyes of the warriors, Giova pulled out the bone arrows on his body, broke them one by one, and threw them on the ground. Then he looked up at the vast sky.

I saw the sun setting in the west, and the red sun dyed the top of the mountain. At both ends of the long mountain road, the two armies returned to their camps, and resumed confrontation again at a distance of several miles. In this battle, more than a thousand people were killed on both sides, almost all of them were elite! The casualties of the two armies were roughly the same. Although the Guakili people were unexpected, they did not gain an advantage in the battle.

The black eagle fell from the sky and pounced on the fresh food. Among the undulating mountains, nothing seemed to have happened, only the yellow of the autumn leaves on the mountain road was dyed red by maple leaves.

"Praise the Lord God for His Blessing! Thank you for your gift, Your Highness!"

Giova held the sun amulet on his chest, pressed down the solid metal armor, and prayed devoutly to the sunset. Then, he gritted his teeth and cursed fiercely.

"You despicable Guakiri people! When your highness's army arrives, I will sacrifice you to the Lord God, and send you all to heaven one by one!"