Chapter 331: Vanguard Attacks Camp 3

Autumn is in full swing, the sky is high and the clouds are cold. The mountains and forests are shadowy, the grass leaves are withered and yellow, and the earth is full of murderous intent.

Chino chased his prey, running like a hound, straight into the depths of the forest. Along the way, three hundred Guamare warriors hacked and killed the scattered red deer tribe, and gradually dispersed a little, leaving only two hundred people following closely behind. After chasing for a long time, he finally saw the Red Deer Chieftain stop. More than a hundred steps away, the other party suddenly turned around and looked at him coldly.

"Haha! The damn red deer barbarian can't escape anymore!"

Chino was overjoyed. His armor was quite heavy, and he ran out of breath. At this time, seeing the prey right in front of him, the brave warrior gathered up his remaining strength and raised his war stick to kill.

"Warriors, follow me to kill!"

"Awoo! Eat them! Awoo"

The Red Deer Chieftain raised his war stick, pointed it at Chino, and shouted loudly. A shrill wolf howl sounded from the depths of the forest!

Chino was shocked and paused with his war club in his hand. He slowed down his charge, looked around, and sweat broke out from his back. He saw five or six hundred dog-born ambush soldiers rushing out from the deep forest around him. They roared and pounced like wolves, and there were at least two hundred red-haired ones among them! Even in the dense woods, these warriors still ran at full speed. In just a few dozen breaths, the dog-born warriors wielded stone hammers and spears, charging fiercely, and crashed directly into the array of warriors!

More than five hundred dog-born warriors shouted and fought fiercely, fighting with nearly two hundred Guamare warriors in close combat, entangled cruelly with each other, and fell like dead branches. The heavy stone hammer smashed the head, making a crackling sound of broken bones; the sharp war club cut the chest and neck, and blood gushed out; from time to time, there were sneak attacks of bone arrows shot into the eye sockets, and the momentary howling was as shrill as a night owl!

"Haha, stupid Otomi dog! The forest is our territory, let's see how you can escape!"

Red monkey chief Ozomarang laughed. He first hid in the depths of the woods, commanded the dog warriors to surround the enemy, then arranged for the red-haired hunters to approach and shoot arrows, and then sent two teams of warriors to resist the enemy warriors who came to support. After doing all this, he walked out carefully from behind the woods under the protection of dozens of spear guards.

"Masat, you useless stupid deer, you still need me to save you!"

In Nahua language, Masat means running beasts. At this time, it only refers to wild deer, and later it also means horses. In the twenty-year calendar, Masat is the seventh day, symbolizing the alertness of wild beasts.

"Humph! Ozomar, I grew up in the forest and am a red-haired hunter in the forest! If it weren't for luring the enemy, if I really wanted to run away, that person could catch up with me!"

Red deer chief Masat leaned against the tree, panting slightly, and spoke mercilessly.

"Why did you come just now!"

"Oh, you still have the nerve to blame me? We agreed to hold out for at least two minutes, how long have you held out?!"

Ozoma curled his lips. He looked around the situation in the forest, his eyes resting on Chino who was fighting bravely. Then, a sharp conch horn sounded in the distance, and Chief Red Monkey listened attentively with a smile on his face.

"Haha, this is the conch horn of the Mexica retreat, but it's too late!"

Masat was speechless for a moment. He turned around to summon his guards, and then looked at Ozoma.

"Ozoma, the southern tribes are very fierce, everyone is wearing armor! I hid two hundred red-haired people in the mountains and forests, and they were rushed and collapsed! If it were you, you wouldn't be able to hold out for long!"

"Haha, I understand, I understand! In the final analysis, it's not that you feel sorry for your own warriors. Which solid wood is willing to leave the elite here!"

Chief Red Monkey's eyes were bright and he grinned. Then, he patted Chief Red Deer on the shoulder and pointed to the battle formation in front.

"How can that leading dog fight so well? I saw him being hit by many spears, but he was still alive and kicking. Could it be that this is the thick skin that the scouts mentioned? I wonder what kind of armor he is wearing."

Masat looked in the direction of his finger, and his eyes suddenly ignited with anger.

"Damn it! This guy broke the flag of my tribe, and he kept shouting and chasing me like a hound. I will shoot him to death!"

Chief Red Deer turned his head and shouted to his guards.

"Bring my bow!"

"Masat, the warriors are entangled together, and it is easy to accidentally hurt them with a bow!"

Ozoma shook his head. He looked forward, and there were corpses lying everywhere in the forest. Under the attack of hundreds of dog warriors, most of the two hundred Guamare warriors had been killed. The remaining seventy-odd warriors were divided by the trees, in groups of three or five, and were about to fall under the impact of the dog.

Not far away, Chino led more than twenty guards to form a small shield formation and struggled to resist. The guards were all carrying arrows, only Chino was still brave. At the edge of the woods, hundreds of Guamare warriors were trying to break through the blockade and fight to the death.

"We have to solve this quickly! Well, the guards go forward and stab the warrior's legs with a spear! By the way, Zucata, remember to keep the warrior alive!"

The leader of the guard, Zucata, bowed his head and responded. He spoke in a muffled voice, but his accent was different from that of the dog race, and it was obviously a southern accent. Soon, more than 30 chieftain guards formed a dense small formation, each holding a rare spear among the dog race. Under Zucata's command, the spear formation quickly moved forward and approached Chino who was fighting. The red monkey warriors along the way obediently dispersed and made way for them.

Masat looked sideways, but saw the shining spear tips overlapping alternately, like a hedgehog that pricked his hand. He was suspicious and asked in a low voice.

"This is... a sharp southern spear?"

"Haha, these are Tarasco bronze spears!"

Ozoma smiled and waved his hand, signaling Masat to continue reading.

The leader of the guard shouted loudly, and the chieftain's guards all thrust out their bronze spears and stabbed at Chino, who was leading the charge! The sharp bronze tips crossed up and down, attacking from all directions, and there was no way to avoid it.

Chino immediately felt a pain in his side, but it was only protected by the bronze armor, and it did not break the armor. He roared wildly, swung his war stick vigorously, and barely resisted two more times.

Zukata looked dull, but he stabbed out the bronze spear flexibly in his hand and stabbed Chino's calf. The brave warrior felt a sharp pain, and his knees could no longer support him, and he knelt directly on the ground. Then, Zukata swung the spear shaft and hit Chino on the back of his head with a bang. The brave warrior's eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

"Let him go, keep killing!"

The guards' gun formation let Chino, who fell to the ground, go on to stab alternately, and stab the surrounding warriors to death one after another! In just a quarter of an hour, the fighting in the deep forest stopped. More than 200 Guamare warriors fell to the ground, and more than 100 corpses of young and strong dog tribesmen were entangled around them.

"Awoo! Woo!"

As the last enemy fell in the forest, hundreds of dog tribe warriors screamed and danced, howling like wolves. Then, like scavenging eagles, they lay on the warriors' corpses and groped. The dog tribes searched for everything they could use and also helped the wounded on both sides. The tribes in the wilderness lacked medical care and medicine, and they were indifferent to life and death. Relieving seriously injured warriors is a traditional custom and will not affect morale.

The strong smell of blood floated in the forest, and the wailing in the forest quickly disappeared. The dog tribes couldn't wait to put on the enemy's cotton armor and picked up the warriors' war sticks. In the distant mountains and forests, the sound of fighting became more and more intense.

Ozoma heard the sound and looked over. Hundreds of tribal warriors were relying on the woods to fight with the Guamare warriors who came one after another. He turned his head with a serious look.

"Masat, the reinforcements of Otomi Tugou are coming. Should we retreat to the camp now or fight for a while?"

"Don't worry, fight in the forest for a while! The terrain here is favorable to us. If we lose the camp, we have to kill more enemies to give an explanation to Chief Chichika. Besides, these enemies are elite and well-equipped! After the warriors have stripped their cotton armor, we will leave!"

Chief Red Deer thought for a while and made a decision. The tribal warriors continued to fight for the chiefs and shed blood in the mountains and forests. Then, he couldn't wait to look at Chief Red Monkey.

"Ozoma, your chief guards, holding heavy spears, are so powerful! How are they trained?"

"Haha, Masat, you want to attack my guards?"

Ozoma waved his hand, shook his head and laughed.

"Well, this is not the way we fight in the wilderness, and it may not be suitable for fighting in the wilderness."

"Ozoma, of course I know this is not the way to fight in the wilderness! I ask you, how did they train it?"

Masat's eyes widened, waving the war stick in his hand, full of vigor. Ozoma immediately stepped back two steps and waved his hand.

"Zukata, come quickly and protect me!"

Zukata had tied up Chino. He dragged the unconscious warrior with one hand and held the stripped bronze armor with the other hand, and strode to the chief.

"Here you go, chief! This is the noble captive of the Otomi people! This should be the bronze cloth mask of the Mexica people!"

"Good! Zucata, my brave wooden stick!"

In the Purépecha language, Zucata means a wooden stick or a branch. Ozoma praised and took the heavy cloth copper armor with both hands. Then, he waved his hand calmly.

"Send two people to take the captives back to the rear camp."

"Yes, Chief."

"Ah! This is the thick skin of the cactus tribe. It can protect you from arrows and spears when you wear it?"

Masat's eyes flashed with eagerness. He reached out and grabbed the cloth-covered copper armor, stroking it greedily. Under the thick and soft multi-layered cloth, there was an unusually strong bronze armor.

"It's so strong, like a turtle's shell! By the way, you just said, what is this bronze cloth armor? What is bronze?"

Zukata was stunned when he heard the question. He looked at the red monkey chief Ozoma. Ozoma smiled and waved his hand.

"Masat, I can tell you the secret of the southerners. But this thick skin is mine!"

"Damn it! Cunning monkey, this is impossible!"

Masat cursed. He looked at the tribes behind him, and his heart ached when he thought of the hundreds of casualties before and after.

"Ozoma, this is the thick skin I got by sacrificing the lives of 500 warriors and luring the enemy myself! Even if Chief Chichika asked for it in person, I wouldn't give it to him!"

As he spoke, Chief Red Deer waved his war club, bringing a whistling sound. Ozoma quickly took two steps back and cursed in a low voice.

"Stingy stupid deer, I wouldn't have come to save you if I had known! What's a bronze cloth face armor? Do you know that the powerful Southern Kingdom has thousands of thick armors!"

"Ah? Thousands of thick skins?"

Chief Red Deer was shocked and unbelievable.

"Ozoma, are you kidding me?"

"I'm kidding you? That's still an understatement. You actually know nothing about the power of the Southern Kingdom!"

Ozoma shook his head.

"Do you know about the Cactus Tribe's westward expedition? The Condor Tribe and the Cactus Tribe each asked the gods to mobilize 100,000 warriors! They fought on a land of 500 miles from north to south, from the Leman River in the south to the Talsa River further south, and both rivers were dyed red with blood!"

"Ask the gods to mobilize 100,000 warriors?!"

Masat exclaimed. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed.

"Ozoma, you are really bluffing me! I don't know where you heard this nonsense from."

"It's not nonsense, it's my personal experience. The Cactus Tribe does have 100,000 warriors, and they can call on the god of war who sends out thunder."

Zukata kept his head down and said this for a long while.

Hearing this, Chief Red Deer looked suspicious.

"You? Personal experience?"

Chief Red Monkey smiled frankly.

"He is from the Condor Tribe. He helped me train the spear formation!"

The forest was quiet for a while. Masat was silent in thought, Ozoma's eyes flashed, and Zukata continued to stand like a stick, only the fighting on the edge of the mountain forest continued.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

A large burst of sharp arrows flew from the forest, shooting down dozens of charging Guamare warriors. Hundreds of warriors rushed into the forest in a rain of arrows, trying to rescue Chino who was trapped in the depths. They fought closely with thousands of dog descendants from the two tribes, and then entangled and died together.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Soon, the archers in the rear finally arrived and desperately shot arrows into the forest. In the distance, hundreds of tiger-headed warriors can be seen. The warriors are all wearing platinum armor, holding patterned shields, holding sharp war clubs, and lined up in neat military formations. They look indifferent and bloodthirsty, like suppressed beasts, running quickly from the camp.

"Chief, the jaguar warriors of the Mexica are coming! They are more elite than the red-haired hunters, good at close combat, familiar with the terrain in the forest, and now they are all wearing bronze armor. With such a small number of people, they are definitely not able to resist! We can't stay in the forest, we should go."

Seeing the iconic tiger head, Zucata's pupils shrank violently, and some tragic memories came to his mind. He lowered his head and suggested anxiously.

"Thick-skinned tiger head!"

Ozoma's expression changed drastically. He took two steps forward and grabbed Masat's arm.

"Quickly gather the tribal warriors! Retreat to my camp together!"

"Ozoma, the forest is our territory! Even if the enemy is the most elite, what is there to be afraid of in the forest?"

Masat shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Praise the Lord! Roar, roar!"

The tiger-headed warrior's tiger roar is already clearly audible, which is a precursor to an attack.

"Stop talking! Quickly gather the warriors! Retreat!"

Ozoma's expression is stern. He took out the short bull horn and blew it quickly. In the red monkey tribe, the long trumpet sound represents attack, and the short trumpet sound represents retreat. The red monkey warrior heard the short trumpet sound, paused, and then turned around and fled quickly.

"Damn it!"

Masat shouted dissatisfiedly. He also took out a deer bone trumpet and blew it shrilly. The red deer warrior hurriedly left the enemy behind and fled into the forest. Without the obstruction, a large group of Guamare warriors rushed over, but they were running slowly in the forest. The two chiefs immediately turned around and, under the escort of the guards, quickly fled along the forest to the red monkey camp in the east.

"Ozoma, I will lead the red-haired people to attack at night tonight and try to retake the camp! We must let the warriors of the cactus tribe know how powerful we are!"

Masat still had the energy to speak while running away.

"Hoohoo. Masat, don't waste the lives of the warriors! Your camp is too far forward and the terrain is not dangerous enough, so you can't defend it. In my opinion, you should give up and defend it with me!"

"Hmph! Ozoma, your camp is not dangerous. According to what you said, if the cactus warriors continue to attack, they still can't defend it!"

"Hoohoo. Then abandon the camp, fight in the forest for a while, and then run back! Huhoo, don't run so fast!"

Ozoma chased Masat, running in the rugged forest, quickly jumping over tree roots and stones. After a while, he shouted with difficulty. Masat in front slowed down, extended his hand with a smile, and gave it to Ozoma for support. The Red Monkey Chief was relieved a little.

"Masat, there are many villages behind us! Behind us is the Red Flamingo Camp, and behind the Red Flamingo is the Red Dog Camp, which is the most dangerous and can be defended for a long time. And behind the Red Dog Camp is the Red Newt Camp. Huhu. Further back, Chief Chichika mobilized many tribesmen and continued to build camps. The mountain road behind is as long as 70 or 80 miles! As long as we occupy the dangerous defense, no matter how fierce the Mexica are, they can delay for half a month to a month!"

"Ah? Only defend for half a month to a month?"

Hearing this, Masat's expression changed.

"You mean, wait until all the corn is harvested? But, Chief Chichika asked..."

"Huhuhu. That's right, don't be fooled by Chichika! Chichika was blinded by the rich south and burned by the hot power. He has forgotten that he is a wolf in the wilderness. Haha, he doesn't know how powerful the Mexica Alliance is! He still thinks that he is a ferocious jaguar in the jungle, or even an invincible black bear in the mountains!"

Ozoma's eyes flashed and he laughed.

"Masat, in my opinion, if you can hold it, hold it, if you can't, leave! As long as you hold it for a few days, harvest the corn, and return to the wilderness, you will be free. The Mexica came from the mountain city and chased us for 400 miles, and we fled north for another 400 miles. At worst, we will go south again in two years after the Mexica leave!"

Masat was silent, but his feet were as fast as the wind. Under the protection of hundreds of personal guards, they had fled to the edge of the red monkey camp. The coalition forces behind them were silent and seemed to have stopped chasing.

In the camp, a red monkey flag was fluttering in the wind, and the monkey's eyes were flashing red. The dog warriors on guard took a quick look, then opened the camp gate, removed the wood blocking the road, and came out to greet the honorable chief.

At this point, both chiefs slowed down. Masat pondered for a long time before sighing softly.

"Ozoma, you are a smart red monkey, and what you said does make some sense. But Chief Chichika doesn't think so. He has outstanding prestige, more than 4,000 warriors, stationed in the dangerous main camp, and controls the major tribes in the old camp of Palms City, all of whom have to obey his orders."

"Haha! Masat, Chichika's prestige is now high because he had a smooth journey southward and annexed a lot of small tribes! You see, he has lost more than 700 elites in two battles with the southern coalition forces in the past few days, and his prestige has also been shaken. When we retreat to the main camp, let him fight the Mexica again."

Chief Red Monkey paused and stopped outside the camp. He looked at Chief Red Deer with sincere eyes.

"In short, Red Deer, I have never harmed you in all these years! Today I will send troops to help you on your way back, you have to move forward and backward with me!"

"Ah! Red Monkey, you want it."

Masat's eyes widened, and he looked into Ozoma's eyes without saying a word for a moment. Then, he gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice.

"Red Monkey. Give me the thick skin seized today, and I will agree to it!"

".Haha, OK!"

Ozoma was stunned for a moment, then laughed with his head raised. He said no more, turned around and went to the camp, and gave orders to his left and right in a stern voice.

"Send two teams of red-haired scouts to the forest to gather the scattered soldiers and monitor the enemy's movements! Pack up the camp supplies and transport the prisoners and food to the rear! Arrange two more teams of soldiers in the forest to build straw huts for camping. By the way, pile up all the dry wood in the front camp and prepare the fire. The weather is clear and cool in autumn. If the Mexica attack, we will give them a surprise!"

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