Chapter 341 Kikika's Oath

“Boom boom boom!”

The terrifying thunder was close at hand, like a terrifying monster, roaring right under the main camp. The whistling rockets cut through the night sky, and the rolling fireballs came from afar, turning the front camp of Red Dog into a sea of ​​fire! Soon, the pungent smoke filled the camp, and the poisonous sulfur smell came to the face, making it impossible for the bravest red-haired hunter to stand.

Chief Chichika's face was blackened, and under the protection of the red-haired hunters of the brigade, he retreated to the high ground behind the camp in a panic. The terrain here is steep and bare, and there are no burning trees. On both sides are towering mountains, and there are mighty mountain winds blowing away the poisonous smoke.

“Raise my flag and gather the warriors of the tribe!”

As soon as Chief Red Dog was away from the flames, he shouted urgently. He stood on the highest rock, holding a torch in his hand, showing in front of everyone.

The rockets in the sky stopped temporarily, but sporadic fireballs continued to rise. Fireballs crashed into various camps, spreading unknown fear. Suddenly, in the dim light of the fire, a hysterical cry broke out in the Red Flamingo Camp, and countless figures rushed out of the camp and rushed into the nearby Red Newt Camp.

Then, a burst of wild shouting broke out in the Red Newt Camp, and a large group of figures rushed out. Countless warriors rushed around, waving their weapons and stabbing into the bodies of the "enemies". In this terrifying night of fire, two large tribes loyal to the leader, thousands of elite dog warriors, just fought madly without distinguishing between enemies and friends!

"No, my warriors!"

Chichika's eyes were bloodshot and he roared in pain. He looked around, and the fire flooded the low places like a tide, and there were tribal warriors running in panic everywhere. He listened to the left and right, and the thunder echoed in the valley, mixed with the sharp voices of panic and fear. More than 10,000 Guajili elites who had gathered with great effort suddenly collapsed completely in the deep night under the unknown attack of the Mexica people!

"No! Roar! Roar! I will kill you!"

Chief Red Dog's eyes were red and he roared angrily. So many past efforts and future plans were reduced to ashes in this night with the fire. After a while, Chichika barely calmed down. He took a few steps, grabbed the collar of the tribal priest with one hand, pointed at the fireball rising in the enemy camp below the mountain with one hand, and shouted.

"Zuma, what on earth is this!"

"Ah! This, this should be the spell of the Mexica people, or a weapon given by the gods." The old tribal priest Zuma was strangled to the point of being out of breath. He struggled hard in the hands of the big chief, and made a sound with difficulty, like an old owl in the claws of a coyote.

"Just like the previous stone-throwing wooden beast, but it throws fireballs."

"Stone-throwing wooden beast?"

Chichika was slightly startled, and then showed a little realization.

"So the wooden beasts from a few days ago were for today!"

"Ahem!"

The Red Dog leader let go of his hand, and the old priest Zuma started coughing. In Nahua language, Zuma means "anger", and Montezuma means "the one who makes oneself angry". Of course, in front of Chichika at this time, the "angry" priest Zuma could only passively bear the other's anger, and dared not show anger at all.

Chichika looked fierce, stared at the old face of the priest, and asked again.

"Priest Zuma, what are rockets and thunder?"

"Ahem! Great chief, nature is unity and derivation, and it is the coexistence of all things. The gods are part of nature and also follow the laws of nature. Since the gods can create wooden beasts that throw stones and wooden beasts that throw fireballs, they can also create wooden beasts that shoot rockets and wooden beasts that make thunder. Now it seems that the gods of the Mexica are proficient in wooden beasts, and they must be an evil god who is good at creation!"

Zuma calmed down and answered decisively. No matter what the truth is, the most important thing at this moment is to give the tribal warriors who are afraid of the unknown an explanation that can be simply understood and comforted.

"Various wooden beasts. Evil gods who are good at creating things."

The fear on Qiqika's face flashed away. He then asked urgently.

"In this case, respected Zuma priest, do you have any way to deal with the enemy's wooden beasts?"

"Ahem. Great leader, it is a cycle of balance. The more powerful things are, the more fatal weaknesses they have. This is even more true for the creations of gods, because they lack human souls."

Zuma priest's expression flickered. While he was saying the wasteland priest's clichés, he was thinking about his words quickly.

"Well, you see, although these wooden beasts release thunder and fire, they can't move and walk, and attack the steep camp. Although the thunder is violent and the fire is hot, they are not accurate and can't really hurt a few people. This is the limitation of nature, and everything has a balance"

"Zuma priest! I ask you what to do now!"

After listening for a while, Qiqika's expression became fierce again. He looked at the chaotic fire everywhere, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart.

"Can you cast a spell to counter the opponent's wooden beast?!"

"Well, respected chief. The warriors are so panicked because they encountered the evil god's creation for the first time, and in the dark night, they were devoured by the unknown fear. As long as they see it a few more times, get used to the roar of the creation, and find the weakness of the creation, they will not be like this."

"Now, I want you to cast a spell! Can you?!"

"Ah, this. There are too many priests on the opposite side, and the magic power is too strong. My materials fell in the camp again and were all burned."

"Get out!"

Chichika shouted angrily and threw the old priest in his hand.

"Take a few priests to appease my warriors!"

"Ahem! As you say, chief."

Zuma got up from the ground and fled away quickly.

Qiqika continued to stand there with red eyes. He stared at the enemy camp opposite, like an angry northern buffalo.

"Uh, Chief, I counted the tribal warriors. There are about 2,000 people left now, and about 800 have fled. Among the remaining warriors, 600 elite red-haired ones are basically all there."

Uman came to the chief with a war stick in one hand, knelt on one knee and reported. The Red Dog Tribe is the most powerful tribe in the wilderness, and the proportion of red-haired hunters has always been very high. When the skyfire struck, these elites barely maintained the order of the tribe, allowing the warriors to collapse but not disperse, and now they are gathered again.

"Six hundred red-haired ones are all there!"

Hearing this, Qiqika breathed a sigh of relief. The red-haired elites are the foundation of the major tribes, equivalent to the old and strong soldiers. If the tribal warriors are defeated, they can be recruited or coerced from various tribes. If the red-haired lose more, the tribe will really be unable to recover.

"Uman, send people to try to gather the defeated soldiers!"

"Uh, yes, Chief."

Uman nodded, but did not move. He looked at the chief, hesitated for a while, and still spoke woodenly.

"Chief, I think the current situation is not good. Very bad!"

"Nonsense, I'm not blind!"

Hearing this, Qiqika's eyes were red and he laughed in anger. He pointed at the firelight of each camp and scolded.

"What do you want to say?"

"Uh, Chief, I think we can't hold here. All the tribes have collapsed, and our Red Dog Tribe should leave as soon as possible!"

"Huh?!"

Qiqika stepped forward and grabbed Uman's collar fiercely.

"What did you say?"

"Uh, I said, we can't hold it anymore, it's time to leave."

"Say it again?"

Qiqika's eyes were blazing with fire, and there was a dangerous murderous intent.

Uman looked at the chief, his eyes were a little straight and dazed, but his expression was extremely firm.

"Chief, the soldiers are scattered, and this battle cannot be fought. We have to give up here, retreat a hundred or eighty miles, and gather the morale of the army. In fact, in fact, I think that we, the people of the wilderness, should not stay in one place all the time and fight such a hard-to-hard battle."

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

Chichika whipped out the whip furiously. He hit Uman on the head six or seven times, and then hit him seven or eight more times.

"I'll beat you to death! You're a traitor!"

"Ah!"

Uman cried out in pain and rolled back and forth on the ground. After a while, he was covered in dirt and struggled to get up from the ground and continued to talk to the chief.

"Chief, I think we should leave."

"You!"

Chichika raised the whip again and looked at him angrily. Then, he met Uman's straight and firm eyes, and saw the blood on his face, and his heart softened inexplicably. After a while, the Red Dog leader slowly put down the whip and asked in a deep voice.

"If we abandon this strategic camp, there won't be much room left behind. The walls of the small city of Pams are low and the area is small. The valley is open, and tens of thousands of people are scattered everywhere. How can we defend it?"

"Uh, Chief, there is still the valley entrance behind, which can be defended for some time."

"The valley entrance is a bit open, and the terrain is not high and dangerous enough. The Cactus Tribe's offensive is fierce, and we can't defend it for too long."

"Then take the tribe and leave the valley. You can escape into the wilderness from the northwest, or from the mountain roads in the northeast or east."

Hearing this, Chichika lowered his eyes and didn't speak for a long time.

"Chief!"

Uman knelt on the ground and buried his head at the chief's feet, like a tamed wolf.

"Stop talking!"

Chichika shouted angrily.

"Let the scouts come to see me! It's a mess now, and I don't know how much each tribe has lost."

Then, Chief Red Dog stood on a high place and looked around again. After a while, the scouts from all directions returned one by one and reported to the chief.

Qiqika personally arranged the camps of each tribe. The situation at this time fell into his eyes one by one, combined with the intelligence of the scouts, corresponding to the memory in his heart, and turned into a helpless sigh.

"Hey! The rear camp collapsed, the red deer escaped, the red flamingo and the red newt blew up the camp and fought the red monkey, they should still be there."

Seeing this, Qiqika felt a little complicated. It was the red monkey tribe that could hold on to the end in the night attack. He pondered for a long time, finally took a deep breath, and had to face the cruel reality.

"Uman, you make sense, the camp can be abandoned. But it is too dangerous to withdraw now, and the tribe is likely to collapse on the night road!"

Qiqika suppressed his emotions and paced back and forth. Then, he looked into the distance, the long night was about to pass, the noisy voices gradually moved away, and the morning star had risen from the east. He looked at the camp again, and the priests had just calmed people's hearts. Two thousand tribal warriors once again clenched their hunting bows and spears.

"It's almost dawn! When it's dawn, we will take the tribe back first. Then we will gather up the defeated soldiers from each tribe and fight the Cactus Tribe!"

"Chief, the Cactus Tribe has a plan in advance and will not let us leave easily!"

"I know!"

Chief Red Dog was a little annoyed. He waved the whip in his hand and let out a sharp whistle.

"I will leave some people behind and rely on the remaining camps to stop the army of the Cactus Tribe!"

"Chief, the tribe needs to keep a distance when retreating, and it will take time to gather the tribes. The Cactus Tribe's offensive is fierce and ordinary people can't stop it. If the Cactus Warriors come up, the retreat will turn into a rout."

"Damn it! Uman, can you shut up?!"

Chichika couldn't help but roar.

"Don't make a noise like a short-billed crow in front of me, making ominous noises!"

"Uh, Chief!"

Uman knelt on the ground and put his head at the chief's feet again.

"What exactly do you want to say?"

Qiqika impatiently grasped the other's hair.

"I'll stay and resist the attack of the Cactus Tribe!"

Uman raised his head. This time, his eyes were clear, without a trace of dullness.

"Chief, now only I can buy you time!"

Hearing this, Qiqika suddenly froze and did not move. He slowly lowered his head and looked into the eyes of the guard general under his feet, and did not speak for a long time.

"Chief, I am a wolf, willing to die for the wolf king."

Uman showed a fierce smile on his face, and the bloody whip marks trembled.

"Our Red Dog Tribe will definitely live forever in the wilderness!"

"Uman."

Qiqika lowered his eyes and grasped his beloved general's hair again. This time, he did not let go for a long time.

"I'll give you 600 warriors and 50 redheads! Hold out for me for two days!"

After a while, the Red Dog leader turned around and looked towards the dawn in the east. He bit his lips silently, and made a vow full of hatred in the stinging blood and pungent smoke.

"Ancestors bear witness! If you die for me, I will slaughter 3,000 Otomi serfs in the valley, and then gather warriors from all tribes to seek revenge on the Cactus Tribe!"

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