Chapter 340: Camp Roar and Chaotic Battle

A huge fireball streaked across the night sky, dragging a meteor-like trajectory, and fell on the mountain stronghold of the dog race, emitting billowing smoke. Countless rockets attacked from the mountains, like a rapid rainstorm, igniting the dry grass nests and gathering a sea of ​​fire in the camp. The silent night sounded a thunderous roar, like the wrath of the gods, bringing down an irresistible disaster.

"Ah! The magic of the gods!"

Amosi raised his head in shock, with flames all over the sky in front of him and terrifying thunder in his ears. He smelled the burning and the blood that quickly spread. Thousands of dog race warriors shouted and collided in the camp, fighting indiscriminately, and fell into chaos and madness!

"Fire and thunder, blood and death. It's the magic of the great chief!"

Miwa looked at the place where the fireball rose with awe. He stretched out his hand and shook the sun amulet hidden in his clothes.

"Praise the Lord! Pray for your forgiveness"

After a brief pause, Miwa looked at Amosi again. This time, his eyes were full of killing intent, without a trace of hesitation.

"Amosi!"

"Alan, my daughter!"

As the skyfire descended, Amosi suppressed the tremor in his heart. He took a deep look at the completely chaotic camp, then suddenly roared and threw the stone spear in his hand at Miwa. Then, Chief Red Crow turned quickly and fled to the forest behind without looking back.

"Let's go!"

Several elite Red Crows also followed the chief, turning around and fleeing like foxes.

Miwa jumped to avoid the incoming spears. Then, he raised his hunting bow and shot a sharp arrow at Amosi's back!

"Swoosh!"

The night was deep and shadows were dim. Amosi crouched like a turkey, running along the "Z" shape to avoid the incoming bone arrows.

"Swoosh, swoosh!"

Miwa shot twice in a row, both of which missed. He looked at Amosi running at a very fast speed and roared unwillingly and angrily.

"Amosi, you fox-like red crow!"

"Chief, should we go to the forest to hunt them down?"

The red frog warriors gathered around and waited for the leader's order. Miwa looked fierce, gritted his teeth and shook his head resolutely as he looked at the backs of several people who were about to disappear into the forest.

"No! Let's attack the camp of the big tribe and continue to spread the chaos for Chief Coca!"

The red frog warriors looked at each other, and then they all took the determination to die. Dozens of people kept their heads down and went to the nearest red monkey camp first.

The chaos in the rear camp continued and became more and more cruel. Living people ran in chaos, and corpses burned in flames. The cruel camp roar lasted only a moment, and the entire camp was completely out of control. Different tribes collided with each other, mixed into a ball, killed in a ball, and died in a ball!

At this moment, other tribes were enemies! A dozen howling tribesmen waved their weapons and rushed over frantically.

Alan raised his hunting bow and shot three arrows without hesitation, shooting down the three nearest warriors. Other Red Crow warriors also mercilessly swung their war sticks and stabbed their stone spears to kill these approaching "enemies". More than a hundred elite Red Crows gathered into a team and defended in the corner of the camp.

"Alan, more and more tribes are rushing in, and the camp is getting more and more chaotic! We can't just wait here!"

The chief's personal guard Mozi shouted anxiously. The warriors were awakened in advance by Alan and gathered in advance. This early awakening quarter of an hour, at this time, is the difference between life and death. Alan is the chief's daughter and an excellent red-haired hunter. Everyone accepted Alan as the leader and temporarily accepted her command.

"Uncle Mozi, my father hasn't come back yet!"

Alan gritted his teeth, tiptoed, and looked in the direction of the forest. The continuous firelight illuminated the nearby camp red, but the distant forest was not clear. There was only deep darkness, and from time to time there were beast-like roars, as if to devour life.

"The camp is roaring, we can't wait any longer!"

The red-haired hunters gathered around and looked at Alan with serious expressions. They temporarily obeyed Alan's command, but they would not obey it forever. Seeing this scene, Mozi took two steps closer and said affirmatively.

"The chief is far away and can't come back! The elite of the tribe are here, take the warriors away quickly!"

"But."

"Alan, don't forget what the old chief said. The continuation of the tribe is everything, and no one can't be sacrificed. Take the warriors away quickly! If the chief really can't come back, there will be a new chief to lead everyone. I hope that person can be you!"

"Uncle Mozi."

Alan bit his lip hard, and the pain made him more sober. She looked at the camp and saw a scene like hell. The flames were burning, the tribesmen were howling and fighting, and the bodies were lying everywhere. The young hunter finally made a decision.

"Go! Go north, back to the old camp! Whoever blocks our retreat, kill him!"

"Awoo!"

The Red Crow warriors howled together, and then, led by Alan, they headed for the northern mountain road.

A few hundred meters away, at the Red Monkey Camp, a fight had just stopped.

"Zukata, continue to form a gun formation and guard the camp gate! Whoever rushes in, kill them all! Red-haired elite, command the warrior squad. Take out the prepared soil and put out the fire in the camp!"

"Yes, Chief!"

Zukata responded in a muffled voice.

The Red Monkey Camp has a complete fence and camp gate. Although part of it was burned, it remained intact. At this moment, Zukata stood at the entrance of the camp with his spear in both hands. Beside him was a small spear formation of forty or fifty people, and in front of him were dozens of fallen dog corpses. The young militiaman Chipawa also held a spear in both hands, mixed in with several old brothers of Tarasco, but there was no blood on the tip of the spear.

“Boom boom boom!”

Four thunders exploded again, and frightened prayers rang out in the camp. The randomly fired rockets ignited the grass and trees, illuminating hundreds of panicked faces.

The center where the tribal warriors gathered was the camp’s fire pit. Ozoma panted, standing in the firelight, while loudly comforting and counting his warriors. His cloth copper armor was already full of bright red, just like the bloody war stick in his hand.

The attack of the Mexica people came suddenly, with great momentum and shocking people. There was a moment of chaos in the camp, some people led the howling, and many people ran around.

Chief Red Monkey personally led the guards to suppress it. He didn’t know who he was, and he killed dozens of people in the camp before he barely stabilized the situation. Then, the scattered tribesmen rushed in, and unidentified enemies attacked the camp. The sudden chaos lasted for a moment, and dozens of warriors in the tribe died before the enemy was killed.

After a quick count, the number of Red Monkey warriors had actually decreased by one third, less than a thousand, due to casualties and disarray.

"Damn it! My warriors!"

Ozoma's heart was bleeding. He looked up at the night sky, and another round of fireballs came, roaring into the camp ahead.

The shadow of the mountain fire not long ago was still deeply engraved in the hearts of tens of thousands of dog warriors. At this time, the camp ahead was finally disbanded when it encountered the skyfire attack again! Countless figures fled from the camp and rushed madly to another camp. Then, thousands of warriors in the two camps fought fiercely against each other like possessed. In just half a minute, screams and howls came with the wind, like the dying lament of autumn birds.

"God! The Mexica's divine weapons are so terrible! Mother Earth, please protect me and don't let the fireball hit here! The main god of the Mexica, please protect me too, I will offer a devout sacrifice!"

Ozoma murmured to himself, praying to the gods in the sky, his heart full of fear. It was almost there, just now, the Red Monkey Camp was about to be completely collapsed! He looked solemn and asked the scout's confidant.

"Which two camps are those?"

"The camp that was blown up is the Red Flamingo Camp, and the one that was hit is the Red Newt Camp."

It was difficult to tell the direction at night, and the scout's confidant squinted his eyes, confirmed for a while, and then answered affirmatively.

"Haha, dog bites dog, a mouth full of hair. Damn the Red Flamingo and the Red Newt, let you laugh at me before!"

Ozoma cursed angrily, and then became nervous again.

"These two camps are near the Red Dog Camp!"

"Yes, Chief! The Red Dog Camp is over there, and that's where the most fire is burning!"

Hearing this, Ozoma hurriedly looked up and looked at the Red Dog Camp. The main camp was attacked by the Mexica, and fires were burning everywhere. In the raging flames, sporadic Red Dog warriors kept escaping from the camp and sinking into the darkness. However, the main force of the Red Dog Camp did not seem to collapse, nor did they howl hysterically.

"Chichika Chief"

Ozoma's expression changed, and different thoughts collided violently in his mind, and then turned into a long sigh.

"Hey! Where is the Red Deer Camp?"

"As soon as the night attack began, the Red Deer Tribe fled north in a swarm! It seems that Chief Massat took the lead and ran in the front."

The scout confidant asked sincerely without any scruples.

"Chief, the rear camp has also collapsed, and all the tribes are in chaos. The Mexica will definitely launch a large-scale attack tomorrow morning! Should we flee now?"

"No. Guard the camp and wait! If we run away at night and collide with each other, we don't know how many will be defeated and how many will be injured."

Ozoma pondered for a while. He looked at the camp. Under the command of the red-haired elite, the warriors had gradually restored order and were guarding the camp tightly. Chief Red Monkey made up his mind and ordered.

"The Mexica's magical weapons are just thunderous but not raindrops. As long as we don't lose our composure, so many people won't die! Let's wait until dawn before leaving!"

"I'll listen to you! Chief is smart."

The confidant nodded in response with a smile on his face.

"Well, the sky fire can't shoot here, and all the tribesmen who collided will be killed! You are in charge of the situation outside, and I want to return to the big tent."

Ozoma looked around and suddenly his expression flashed. He couldn't help but lower his voice.

"Send two people to secretly take the enemy leader who was captured just now to the big tent!"

"Ah, the leader just now? He was hit by a spear and was Zukata's trophy. Chief, what do you want him to do? He is just a short and strong red-haired hunter."

"Stupid! This attack was sudden and clear, and it must have been premeditated. Don't ask him behind his back! Give Zukata a little reward and get the man, go quickly!"

"I'll listen to you! Chief is smart."

The confidant left immediately. Ozoma stood up and looked around. The flames fell from the sky, and although they burned everywhere, they did not form a fierce fire. Thousands of warriors from various tribes ran around in the flames, fighting each other constantly, and very few were burned to death.

"The mountain camp lacks fuel and cannot form a wildfire that destroys everything."

Ozoma sighed faintly and chanted in a low voice like a priest in the wilderness.

"But the flames of people's hearts have been burning and can never be extinguished!"