Chapter 337 Hidden Murder

The blue clouds are drifting far in the sky, and the yellow leaves are withering in the mountains. The autumn in the Northland is full of deepness, and the mountains stretch to the sky. The brown ridge extends all the way east, where it suddenly rises into a steep slope, and then turns north.

Shulot stood on the hill, his eyes fixed on the battle situation in front of him.

At this moment, thousands of canine warriors were entrenched in the mountain camp, relying on the steep slopes tens of meters high for defense. Two thousand Ottopan warriors, wearing gray-blue uniforms, fought hard along the steep slope, like rising waves!

The canine warriors howled and threw stones, and the red-haired hunters fired arrows ferociously. Arrows and stones rained down from high places, killing the climbing warriors and shooting down the approaching crossbowmen. The crossbowmen looked fanatical and stood at the back of the steep slope to fight back. The crossbow bolts screamed fiercely and shot into the heads and faces emerging from the wall, mercilessly piercing the nearest enemy.

The drums of the attack became more and more urgent, and the fierce shouts of killing drowned out the whistle of the arrows. From time to time, there are long and shrill howls, echoing in the mountains, like the music of death!

Under the banner of the red dog, the canine descendants defended themselves against danger and resisted particularly resolutely and powerfully. Three times the Otopan warriors rushed to the camp and were defeated three times. Giovanni personally supervised the battle on the front lines. He gritted his teeth fiercely, raised his war stick angrily, and was about to send out the fourth team of warriors.

Looking from the hill, the blood dyed the brown rocks red, and the corpses rolled down the slope, like falling maple leaves, and like scrolls offered to the gods.

Shulot lowered his eyes and shook his head.

"Bertard, how much did the warrior Otopan lose?"

The warrior commander looked at the battlefield calmly. He is extremely experienced in battle formations, and after a little counting, he answered in the affirmative.

"Your Highness, at least five hundred."

"Where are the canine descendants?"

"Up to four hundred."

"Raise the flag, blow the conch horn, and retreat."

"As you command!"

Bertard nodded. He picked up a huge conch and blew it himself.

"Dip!.Dip!"

The fourth team of warriors were about to charge when the retreating conch horn suddenly sounded, breaking their desperate momentum. Giowa turned around and roared with red eyes.

"Damn it! Who is blowing the trumpet randomly? I will kill him"

Prince Coyote shuddered. Then, he was stunned, lowered his head, and roared unwillingly.

"Order to the nobles and leaders to retreat!"

Soon, the dark green crossbowmen fired arrows to cover, and the gray-blue figures retreated down the steep slope like a tide. The canine descendants at the top of the city roared with joy and howled like wolves.

The big leader Chichika stood in the center of the chiefs, raising his hands vigorously and grinning wildly.

During the tribal meeting, although he was confident on the outside and repeatedly stressed his persistence, he was uneasy in his heart and even secretly planned a retreat. After all, the person opposite is the famous Death Chief! It was only at this moment that Chief Red Dog felt reassured after seeing the enemy warriors' extremely difficult climb and heavy-casualty attack.

"Chiefs, warriors!"

Chichika shouted passionately.

"Chief Death is nothing more than that! We can hold on to this stronghold until the tenth harvest and the warehouse is full of corn!"

"Ouch! The big leader is mighty!"

Chief Red Salamander Ashulote echoed with a smile, and other chiefs nodded and shouted. The canine chieftains finally felt at ease and no longer secretly thought about escaping.

In the corner of the camp, the girl Alan breathed a sigh of relief. After going through the battle, she finally became a true red-haired hunter. She looked at the enemies receding like a tide, shook her short red hair, and excitedly waved the hunting bow in her hand. Then, her eyes followed the Otomi generals until they came to the black wolf flag.

"Your Highness!"

Giowa's face was full of shame and he knelt down in front of His Highness.

"I am ashamed of your high expectations, please punish me."

"It doesn't matter."

Shulot smiled gently. He signaled Prince Coyote to get up.

"Prince Giowa, the terrain here is too dangerous. The Ottopan Army has attacked three times and has done a good job. The lives of the warriors are the most precious wealth and should not be wasted like this!"

Giowa stood up gratefully. He hesitated for a while, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth to ask for orders.

"Your Highness, please give me three hundred pairs of armor! I will personally lead the guards and climb the wall for you!"

"oh?"

Shulot looked at him. He looked at Giovanni's expression and laughed heartily.

"That's right! Giowa, my warrior, you are determined!"

Hearing His Highness's address, Giowa secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was anxious and waiting for His Highness's arrangements.

"The morale of the dog descendants is high, and they hold on to the danger. In the face of heavy stone throws, even the armor cannot defend themselves. The casualties of a strong attack will be too great!"

Shulot pondered for a moment and then spoke slowly.

"Giowa, I just watched it for a while. I have a rough plan on how to conquer this stronghold."

"Ah, His Highness the Divine Enlightenment of Wisdom! The Ottopan Army is willing to die for you!"

Giovanni immediately bowed his head with a generous look on his face.

"Okay. Giowa, I'll give you a new mission!"

Shulot suddenly smiled.

"I'll give you a thousand bronze axes, and take the Ottopan army to cut down all the sparse trees around."

"Ah, cut down a tree?. Follow your will!"

Giowa was stunned and nodded blankly.

The Mexica and Otomi coalition forces immediately camped in front of the camp. The terrain between the mountains is narrow, and the Guamare Legion, the Palms Legion, and the longbow militia were all sent to the rear to camp more than ten miles away. Thousands of Otopia Legion immediately cut down all the surrounding trees. Then, under the command of the military craftsmen, they worked hard to quickly build more than a dozen catapults.

The dog descendants in the mountain stronghold came out to harass many times, but were killed by the heavily guarded royal guards. The coalition's catapults soon took shape.

Chichika looked solemn and was very concerned about the movements down the mountain. He first asked Amosi from the Red Fox Valley.

"What are these wooden beasts?"

Amosi shook his head and didn't know, but recommended a person, Zucata from the Red Monkey Tribe. In the past few days, he and the other party were in the rear camp, had a lot of contact, and were quite compatible. He knew that this was a "red-haired warrior" from a large tribe in the south, who was knowledgeable and familiar with the details of the Mexica.

The chief immediately recruited Zucata. Although Ozoma was reluctant, he had to let him go.

"Warriors from the Condor Tribe!"

Chichika laughed heartily and welcomed him with open arms.

Zukata lowered his head, clenched his fists on his chest, and performed the etiquette of the Kingdom of Tarasco.

"Great Chief, greetings to you!"

Chief Red Dog nodded and looked at the visitor. The other party was tall and wore the clothes of a dog warrior, but only wore a forked feather helmet to cover his hair. The sacred red hair has always been a symbol of dog warriors. If it is not necessary, the red-haired people of the tribe do not like to wear helmets.

Then, Chichika stood on a high place, pointed his finger at the giant wooden beast at the foot of the mountain, and asked seriously.

"Zukata, tell me, what is the Cactus Tribe doing?"

Zukata looked for a moment, and listened to the detailed report of the scout, and then answered affirmatively.

"This is the Mexica's trebuchet!"

"Trebuchet?"

"Captain, I was in the kingdom's southern army, fighting the Mexica for nearly a year. They have many new weapons that can manipulate stones, thunder and fire. The trebuchet is a weapon that manipulates stones, and can throw stones weighing dozens of pounds two hundred steps away!"

"What? Two hundred steps away?"

Chichika was shocked.

"You mean this wooden beast at the foot of the mountain? Can it throw stones weighing dozens of pounds up the mountain?!"

"Uh, this height."

Zukata looked at the trebuchet at the foot of the mountain, then looked at the height of the camp, and shook his head.

"The camp is high up, and the steep slope is extremely difficult to climb. The Mexica's trebuchets can't be transported up the steep slope, nor can they throw big stones here. At most, they can throw small stones weighing a few pounds. And throwing from the bottom of the mountain will easily exhaust the force, and soft stones will not cause much damage."

"Indeed. Throwing can only be done from a high place, and the reverse is much more difficult."

Chichika nodded, but his expression did not relax at all. He looked closely at Zucata.

"Zucata, if it can't cause any damage, why did the Mexica spend so much effort on this?"

"Well, this weapon can also throw burning and smoking fireballs."

Zucata thought hard for a long time before replying cautiously.

"Burning and smoking fireballs? What kind of magic is this?"

Chichika became nervous again.

"I encountered it in the mountain fortress of Zitacuaro. The fireballs would come burning, emitting billowing smoke and burning on the walls of the village. This kind of burning is difficult to extinguish. Water doesn't work, and sand must be used. But the fireballs seem to be very precious and there are not many of them. And when the fireballs are burning, the Mexica can't attack either."

"Fireball. Wildfire"

Chichika pondered for a while and paced back and forth. The shadow of the forest fire not long ago still lingered in his heart. After a moment, Chief Red Dog ordered Uman next to him.

"Uman, order the warriors of each tribe to be careful. Let people dig more sand from behind the camp and store it in the camp! Well, by the way, although the surrounding trees are sparse, they still need to be cut down and piled farther away!"

"Uh, I listen to you, Chief!"

Uman nodded vigorously and took his guards to do it immediately. Although he was unclear, he was very mobile. In just two days, the camp was fully stocked with soil, and the shallow trees on the mountains on both sides were also cleared.

A few days later, the Mexica Legion finally attacked again. The crossbowmen put on the bronze armor of the guards and approached to shoot. The sharp crossbow arrows shot up to suppress the hunters on the wall.

The dozen newly built catapults also squeaked and threw several pounds of stones. The stones came whistling, exhausted their power in mid-air, and "gently" fell into the camp. The dog descendants were hit by a large number of stones and fell to the ground with their heads in their hands, but they did not cause any casualties, and were even unable to destroy the solid wall of the camp. Soon, the Ottopan warriors raised their big shields and charged twice. They shouted loudly, and they didn't even touch the wall of the camp, so they retreated in a hurry.

"Haha, there's nothing to be afraid of the wooden beast! The cactus tribe was worried that we lacked defensive stones, so they sent them to us from the bottom of the mountain! When the enemy attacks, we will throw them down fiercely and return them to their warriors!"

Chichika looked around. Many tribal warriors were terrified when they saw the huge stone-throwing wooden beast for the first time. The chieftain then laughed heartily, encouraging the warriors' fighting spirit.

"Warriors, I have good news for you! All tribes have harvested corn, and it is being delivered continuously! The fields in the valley are extremely fertile, and this year is a good year!"

In the wilderness, a good year means that everyone can eat their fill. Next year, there is no need to fight to the death with other tribes for food, nor to hunt the old and weak of the other side.

"Oooh! The corn harvest is good, and the big leader is the son of the earth!"

Chief Red Salamander shouted again at the right time, and the camp was suddenly filled with cheers. The great leader's prestige was once again strengthened, and he gradually merged with divinity. If there is no interference from outside forces, a new powerful leader will be born within a few years and completely integrate all Guakili ministries.

Hundreds of steps away, Shulot did not erect the royal flag, but just stood on the hill watching the test firing. He listened to the enthusiastic cheers of the canine descendants, but a smile appeared on his face.

"Well done, Giowa."

The Coyote guards bowed respectfully, even if they harbored doubts.

"Let the canine descendants celebrate for a day and relax their guard. The trebuchet has been built, and the moment of the general attack is just around the corner!"

Xiulote pondered for a while and then decisively gave the order.

"Bertard!"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Take out the rockets and give them to the longbow guards who are good at shooting! Re-dispense the gunpowder and create burning paper fireballs! Then prepare the artillery battalion and transport all eight wooden cannons to the battalion!"

"Yes! Your Highness, I will do it myself!"

Bertard responded calmly, with a bit of excitement in his voice.

"Okay! Send out the personal guards again and recruit the Red Frog Chief Coca and the personal guards Miwa!"

Shulot smiled, confident and calm.

"Tell them it's time to serve the Alliance!"

The words dispersed into the wind, blowing all over the brown hills and turning over the withered leaves. In the canine's boiling cheers, there is a strong murderous intention hidden and flowing silently.

I've been a little busy these past two days, sorry.