Chapter 332: Vanguard Attacks Camp 4

"Your Highness, the canine descendants in the forest have been completely defeated! A total of more than 700 people were beheaded in the camp and in the forest, including about 60 red-haired heads. The Guamare warriors suffered nearly 500 casualties, and the Jaguar Chapter had more than ten people. Minor injuries, no one killed.”

A jaguar warrior knelt down under the king's flag and shouted back to the king.

"Most of the enemy fled to the rear camp. Should we continue the pursuit?"

"No need to pursue! Order the Jaguar Legion to return to the royal banner and continue to protect the central army! Order the Guamare warriors to return to the camp and reward them with wine and meat tonight! Order the Giowa Legion to move forward and send two thousand Otopan warriors to the Red Army. Encamped in deer camp!”

Shulot raised his head, looked at the setting sun, and continued to give orders.

"Send two more teams of scouts to guard the edges of the mountains and forests, and beware of night attacks!"

"As ordered, Your Highness!"

Although they successfully captured the Red Deer Camp, the Guamare warriors were ambushed in the forest and suffered heavy casualties. These city-state warriors have the advantages and disadvantages of the wasteland tribes. They are agile, tough, brave and fearless, but also impulsive and lack discipline. They belong to the vassal legion. They are actually composed of private armies led by tribal leaders or Otomi nobles, and it is difficult to control them directly.

Thinking of this, Shulot looked at the nominal leader of Guamare, the middle-aged chief Chalki.

Chalki's face turned livid. He hesitated, gritted his teeth, and spoke tremblingly.

"What are the casualties among the Pioneer Warriors? Where is Kino?"

The Jaguar warrior glanced at Chalki with pity, then looked at His Highness. Shulot nodded slightly, and the Jaguar warrior replied loudly.

"All the Guamare warriors in the forest died in battle! We found more than two hundred corpses, but General Kino has not yet been identified."

"Ah! My eldest son! My family warrior!"

Tears filled Chalki's eyes and his limbs trembled. Shulot lowered his eyes and said nothing. After a while, the middle-aged chief asked for orders from His Highness with his eyes red.

"Your Highness, please let me lead the legion to attack the next camp and avenge the fallen Guamare warriors!"

"Yes! But it's getting late today. Let's fight again early tomorrow morning. I will send the temple crossbowmen to hold the battle for you!"

Xiulote nodded, patted Chalki's shoulder and comforted him.

"The Lord God bless the warriors! General Kino's life and death are unknown, but there may be hope."

Chalki lowered his head and said nothing. The king pondered for a moment and promised.

"Chalki, I see you fighting bravely for the alliance. No matter how many of your family warriors are lost, you will still be the leader among all the tribes in Guamare! When the Northern Expedition is successful, I will ask Avit The king asks for an order to make you a hereditary noble of the alliance and to guard the city of Guamare!"

Hearing this, Chalki raised his head, his face beaming with joy, and even his tears disappeared instantly. He knelt down and paid homage to His Highness.

"Your Highness, you are the sacred wind, and I am willing to die for you!"

A long gust of wind blew by, blowing their clothes. Shulot nodded with a smile and looked towards the distant mountains and forests. There are dead leaves flying in the forest, just like the life that is about to wither.

On the second day, the fierce war drum "dong dong" sounded, and the brutal fighting began again. Chief Chalki personally led two thousand new Guamare warriors through rugged mountain roads to attack the red monkey camp. The Eagle Warrior Barda, leading a thousand temple crossbowmen, follows closely behind to provide ranged support.

The Red Monkey Camp is similar to the Red Deer Camp, located on a higher hill and defended by a thick wooden fence. On both sides of the camp, there are rolling mountains to the north and south, as well as deep and dense mountain forests. At this moment, figures in the camp flashed, shouting and howling. One or two thousand canine warriors were relying on the camp, wielding bows, arrows and stone spears to challenge the coalition forces on the opposite side.

“Praise the Lord God!”

Under the leadership of Barda, the temple crossbowmen held the amulets and prayed to the newborn sun. With fanatical expressions on their faces, they all praised, then raised their crossbows and raised their bodies at the same time.

"Boohoo!"

The crossbow bolts fired, passed through a distance of eighty steps, and fell into the camp fiercely. There was a wailing moment! Dozens of dog-born people were knocked directly to the ground. The crossbow arrows came out of their bodies and hammered into the soil, and bright red immediately gushed out.

"Quick! Hide behind the wood and wait for the enemy to come up before firing arrows!"

Ozoma carefully raised his shield and shouted loudly through the camp. Then, he tugged on the crossbow bolt nailed to the wood, but couldn't pull it out for a while.

"Tsk, tsk, the Mexica's horizontal bow is so powerful!"

Chief Red Monkey looked surprised. He exerted force again and finally pulled out the arrow, his eyes lit up.

"It turned out to be sharp metal arrows. No wonder they penetrated the wood so deeply! Haha, the red deer was ambush in the forest and didn't know what was going on here. After this battle is over, these arrows will all be mine!"

"Boohoo!"

Another round of arrow rain roared in! A dozen canine hunters rolled down from the camp, and the rest lowered themselves, hiding behind the sheltering fences and timbers.

Chalki nodded, suddenly waved his war stick, and pointed towards the camp.

"Fighting Guamare warriors, come here! Kill these cunning wild dogs!"

"Ouch!"

Fifteen hundred Guamare warriors howled, then rushed up the hill like wild beasts, and arrived in front of the camp in a moment. Some pioneer warriors struggled to chop down the village gate, while more warriors climbed over the fence that was one person high and fought directly with the canine warriors.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

More than 600 tribal hunters emerged and shot arrows at a distance of more than ten steps, shooting down the warriors. Among them, the number of red-haired hunters reached 300. Their shooting skills were particularly fierce, and they aimed at the vital parts of the warriors' heads and faces, without paying any attention to the young men who were entangled in the front. After only three rounds of accurate shooting, hundreds of warriors were killed.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The temple crossbowmen advanced 20 steps, climbed the edge of the hill, and approached the warriors who supported the close combat. They raised their crossbows slightly and shot at the enemy's rear! The fierce rain of arrows was like the fingers of the god of death, easily penetrating the cotton armor of the elite hunters, and shooting the red monkey's flag into a sieve.

"Damn Mexica archers!"

Ozoma held up his shield and cursed in a low voice. He took off the chief's wolf robe in two moves, stuffed it under the wood he was hiding, and then continued to command the tribe to resist.

"Red-haired hunter, take cover carefully and shoot at the archers on the opposite side!"

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Soon, a round of accurate bone arrows shot down from the hillock and landed in the loose array of crossbowmen, causing more than a dozen casualties. Under the pressure of the temple crossbowmen, the red-haired hunter stopped hunting enemy warriors and tried to suppress the crossbowmen's shooting.

"Half of the crossbowmen raise their shields, and the other half continue to shoot. Uh, despicable dog descendants!"

Balda waved his war stick and shouted an order, and then he was hit by two arrows. Fortunately, he was wearing bronze armor and just stumbled for a while, but he was not injured.

Seeing this scene, Chalki stopped charging and called a few guards to raise their shields for defense. The Guakili people on the opposite side are good at bows and arrows, especially like to snipe officers and generals, and are proud of hunting nobles. He has no thick armor to protect himself, so he has to defend.

"Boom"

A huge roar resounded in the front camp, followed by murderous cheers.

"The gate is broken!"

A large group of Guamare warriors immediately poured in from the broken camp gate. They were wearing cotton armor, wielding obsidian short spears and war sticks, and fighting desperately with the dog warriors. Both sides had tattoos on their bodies and faces, shouting similar words, and fiercely stabbing their weapons into each other's chests. The brutal melee lasted only a moment, and two or three hundred people fell to the ground, and the bright red blended on the ground.

"Kill! Who else! Uh! Hoo."

A Guamare warrior shouted and fought fiercely, killing three enemies in a row, and then a cold arrow shot and hit his throat accurately. The warrior roared "ho ho" twice, then fell on his back and was trampled under the feet of the two warring parties.

Guamare warriors continued to pour in, and the dog warriors' battle line slowly retreated. Faced with the fierce offensive, the dog warriors in the front line resisted hard and suffered heavy casualties. Behind them, red-haired hunters shot cold arrows from time to time, sneaking up on conspicuous nobles and warriors. The battle in the camp was deadlocked for a while, only lives were being consumed rapidly, turning into piles of corpses.

"Damn it! With the support of the Mexica warriors, the Otomi dogs have become so brave!"

Ozoma looked gloomy and cursed. He looked at the tragic battle in front of him, hesitated for a while, and suddenly clenched his fists.

"The Mexica bows and arrows are sharp. If they continue to fight, the warriors will suffer too much! Forget it, we don't want the camp, and we don't want these copper arrows!"

Chief Red Monkey finally made a decision. He turned his head and ordered his guards.

"The Otomi dogs are pouring in! According to the plan, light the dry wood and grass. Let the red-haired hunter shoot arrows to cover, and the warriors who have not yet engaged in the battle retreat to the back camp gate! When the fire starts, we will abandon the camp and retreat into the forest to watch the dogs howl in the fire!"