Chapter 333: Vanguard Attacks the Camp End

The rapid sound of war drums echoed among the mountains, and the fierce shouts and cries drowned out the screams. The pungent smell of blood spread in the camp, dyeing the withered yellow grass and trees red. Suddenly, a burst of excited shouts rang out from the vanguard of the attack on the camp.

"The enemy has escaped!"

Xuluot stood on a hill and watched the battle. He saw nearly two thousand Guamare warriors shouting and stirring like a gray-blue tide, flooding into the camp in the mountains. The dog race gradually couldn't resist and retreated to the rear camp in chaos. Some places seemed to have caught fire. Then, a chief's personal guard took down the red monkey flag in the camp with a spear in his hand and ran to the rear.

"The camp fell. Chalki did a good job!"

The king smiled and nodded slightly. A large group of dog races were disintegrating from behind the camp, leaving only two or three hundred people to guard the rear, and it was obvious that they couldn't hold on for too long. The king looked at the warrior leader beside him.

"Bertard, take 500 guards and go to the front to gather the vanguard. Do not enter the forest to chase and kill, and fight with the enemy!"

"Yes, sir!"

The chief warrior bowed his head and saluted. Then, he turned around, summoned his guards, and watched the situation in the camp. After a while, he frowned.

"Your Highness, the camp is on fire."

Xuluot looked from afar and saw sporadic flames burning on the hay, and now a large pile of wood had been ignited. But in a moment, pungent smoke rose from the fiercely fighting camp, the fighting figures became shadowy, and the shooting arrows gradually became sparse.

"The fire started quickly. The dog race was well prepared and took the initiative to set the fire!"

"Indeed. The dog race took the initiative to burn down the camp. It seems that they have been ready to retreat for a long time and their fighting spirit is not high."

Bertard nodded in agreement, and then looked worried.

"There is no rain in the dry season. The camp is close to the forest. Once a fire starts, it may be difficult to extinguish!"

"Forest fire."

Xuluot looked at the surrounding forests, recalled the scene in his memory, and gave a decisive order.

"Blow the conch! Order the vanguard to retreat!"

"Ding! Ding!"

The retreat conch sounded sharply, passing through hundreds of meters of mountain roads, through the gradually thick black smoke, and directly reaching the fighting camp.

It was late autumn, the weather was dry, the grass and trees were yellow, and the camp deliberately stored a lot of dry grass and wood, which was easy to burn. Once the surging fire rose, it quickly lost control and rushed around fiercely.

The hundreds of soldiers in the front line were bloodshot, blackened by the smoke and fire, but still entangled tightly. They coughed hard while fighting fiercely, turning each other or themselves into corpses. Surrounded by flames and thick smoke, blood splattered wantonly, and corpses fell one after another. Then, the surging flames licked in, and there was a strange fragrance in the air.

Chaerji bent his waist and coughed as he gave the order to withdraw. He didn't care about the front line surrounded by flames, and only took more than a thousand warriors in the back line and fled quickly out of the camp.

The mountain wind blew wildly, and the flames kept coming, igniting the warriors' armor. The middle-aged chief kept walking, beating the flames on the cotton armor with his hands. When he escaped from the camp, the cotton armor had been burned, and even a large part of his hair was burned off.

Balda looked at the bald and black-faced middle-aged chief and held back his smile. Well, middle-aged bald, inexplicably fit. Then, he looked forward, and billowing smoke rose up, completely obscuring the line of sight of the shooting. The hot wind blew from the front, and it still made people feel warm even at a distance of dozens of steps.

Not long after, a shrill howl sounded in the burning camp, and there was a faint smoke figure running wildly, and then fell to the ground. The suffocating smoke made the warriors lose the ability to move. As the fire hit, they burst out their last sounds, and then there was only the crackling of burning.

"The fire is so big, the Guamare warriors fighting"

Balda smelled the burnt smell in the wind and shook his head. He quickly waved his war stick and shouted to the left and right.

"The whole army retreats, stay away from the mountains and forests on both sides!"

At the edge of the forest, the red monkey chief Ozoma looked gray and stared blankly at the fire that swept the camp.

The blazing flames continued to extend, like a terrible demon. The demon opened its mouth and completely engulfed the camp. It was so greedy for life that it not only devoured more than 400 Guamare warriors in the front, but also more than 200 dog warriors in the rear. Then, it stretched out its burning claws and pounced on the mountains and forests on both sides. And the thick smoke, like a demon's scout, had already rushed into the forest and forced out the ambushes. Thousands of dog warriors screamed in fear, and there was chaos.

The Red Deer Chieftain, Masat, ran out of the forest and ran quickly to the front. He looked at the mountain fire that was burning more and more fiercely and dyed the sky black, and his face suddenly lost color, and then he burst into anger.

"Ahem! Ahem! Damn red monkey, what did you do!"

"I was preparing a surprise for the Mexica people, so I set a fire."

Ozoma looked at the flames in front of him, his face seemed to be laughing and crying. He just wanted to set the camp on fire, and he didn't think about setting the whole mountain on fire.

In just a few minutes, the fire in the camp had completely blocked the mountain road, and it continued to spread in the wind, igniting the oily pines and cypresses. Soon, a fire broke out in the forest, and the rolling heat waves rushed in the face. Many dog ​​warriors had their hair set on fire and retreated in fear.

"Damn it! Damn it! My red hair! Ozoma, you set such a fire in the autumn forest, do you want to burn us all to death!"

Masat covered his hair and took a step forward angrily. Then he grabbed Ozoma by the collar with one hand and shook it back and forth vigorously.

"What are you still looking at here! The forest fire has started! There is no rain at this time of year. It is impossible to put it out without burning the forest of more than ten miles! Why don't you run away with me? The forest is completely different from the wilderness. You are a smart red monkey."

Masat roared a few words, grabbed Ozoma's arm, and ran to the camp behind with hundreds of guards. The dog warriors of the two tribes also stumbled along the mountain road, desperately fleeing to the east. From time to time, panicked dog tribesmen fell and were injured, and were swallowed by the chasing forest fire.

The long wind swept along the mountain road, and the huge forest fire also spread with the wind. The thick smoke blocked the sky, and the wind was full of pungent smoke. In this era, once a forest fire started, it was absolutely beyond human power to put out, and they could only wait for the forest to burn out. In the face of the fierce flames, tens of thousands of coalition warriors and dog warriors were forced to retreat to both ends, withdrawing ten miles in a row.

Xiuluot abandoned the Red Deer Camp and retreated all the way to the rear camp. He first urgently ordered the army to retreat, then summoned thousands of warriors, collected all the copper axes of the guards, and cut a section of isolated firebreaks day and night in the sparsely wooded areas. Within two days, the fire burned along the mountain forest, engulfed the Red Deer Camp, and burned all the way to the front.

In this era of the rise of civilization, natural fire is always given the will of the gods and burns in the hearts of warriors. Faced with the incoming fire, the Otomi warriors were panicked and regarded it as an ominous omen, clamoring for withdrawal.

"Praise the Supreme Lord! He protects us, and the raging fire cannot come!"

In front of the vast mountain fire, the king built a high altar and held a sacred ceremony. In order to appease the greedy gods and to appease tens of thousands of panicked and restless troops, 260 dog-born captives were sacrificed in the ceremony and tied up and thrown into the fire. After the grand sacrificial ceremony, the raging fire finally shrank in the firebreak, and was then stopped by human power.

"Huhu. The wildfire has finally stopped, and the morale of the Otomi warriors has stabilized!"

With a solemn expression, Shulot stood on the altar several meters high and looked at the legion under his feet. Thousands of Otomi warriors knelt on the ground, praying devoutly to the Lord God, asking for the protection of the gods. Then, 20,000 warriors stood up one after another, looking at the king with eyes as reverent as looking at the gods.

"The power of the wildfire is so great."

Shulot looked to the east, and the flames were still burning in the mountains and forests at both ends, devouring all living things. A large group of flying birds fled far away, and the burned forest was full of dead silence. Seeing this scene, the king had a new strategy in his mind.

"Well, I wonder what the current situation of the dog descendants on the other side is?"