Chapter 342 Red Sky

The frightened shouts lasted all night, and the confusion of the canine also lasted all night. When the morning sun rises and shines on the camp on the mountain top, the densely packed canine warriors have disappeared. Looking from a distance, the precipitous camp was completely ruined, with chaotic traces of the fire everywhere, and canine corpses lying randomly.

Shulot climbed up the hill, looked at the few hundred enemies left on the stronghold, and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he smiled and said to his most trusted warrior commander.

"The canine brigade has been defeated. After listening to the howling all night, I am a little tired, so I go to sleep for a while. Bertard, come and defeat the remaining enemies for me!"

"I obey your will, Your Highness!"

Bertard smiled and agreed. Shulot turned around and left, never looking at the top of the mountain again. After a while, there were bursts of killing sounds from behind.

"Boohoo!"

The rain of arrows from the upward attack rose from the middle of the mountain and hit the dilapidated camp, leaving a few fresh touches of red behind. The morning sun rises into the sky, and it's already noon before I know it. The bright sunshine fell from the blue sky, illuminating the red and brown mountains, and also illuminated the mountain village where fighting was fought repeatedly.

The remaining two hundred or so canine warriors were sparsely crouched behind the stronghold, their heads suppressed by the arrows. Under the waves of attacks from the Cactus Tribe, they had lost more than half of their strength. They abandoned the Red Dog main camp and retreated to the high mountains behind the camp.

Soon, after the rain of arrows, the elite Jaguar battle group, wearing heavy armor and holding large shields, formed a small loose formation and carefully attacked again.

The higher you go up, the steeper slopes become narrower and the terrain becomes more rugged. The canine descendants took advantage of the terrain and resisted step by step. The personal guard Uman appeared, holding a shield in his hand. He quickly watched for a moment, then gave orders to the red-haired people on the left and right, and then personally pushed down a big stone.

"Boom! Boom!"

Several loud roars echoed, and several large rocks rolled down from high places, carrying the power to kill heavy armor! Seeing the fierce falling rocks, the Jaguar battle group was stunned. Their formation spread out even more, patiently hiding on the spot, waiting for the rocks to roll away before climbing up again.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Soon, the Jaguar battle group boarded the camp again. The red-haired hunter's bone arrows fell from a higher place, avoiding the armored body, and aimed at the vital points of the face and neck. From time to time, enemy teams would rush out from the hidden mountains, wildly swinging stone hammers, and fight with the Jaguar warriors.

Faced with various attacks, the Jaguars cautiously stopped and defended first and then attacked. They cover each other, taking full advantage of shields and heavy armor to minimize casualties. Afterwards, the elite warriors methodically turned the canine descendants into corpses!

"too slow!"

Bertard stood on the hillside, a hundred steps away, frowning. He looked at the sky and saw that it was already noon.

"Most of the Canine descendants have been defeated, leaving only a few hundred people behind. The Jaguar battle group is known as an elite group. They attacked Banri Mountain, but they still haven't eliminated the remaining enemies!"

"Chief Holy Eagle, these troops at the rear are resisting very tenaciously and will not retreat to the death. Their red-haired leader is particularly resistant. He keeps throwing stones and shooting hidden arrows, and has already killed two Jaguar warriors."

Tupa held his bow and squinted his eyes, observing the hills where the figures were flashing.

"The enemies on the mountain have retreated to the highest point and are surrounded by groups. They are just struggling trapped beasts at this time. As for the Jaguar battle group, well, it is indeed a bit too stable. Is it because the terrain is too steep and heavy armor is difficult to climb? Haha, Or maybe he was afraid of being stoned to death, a death that would be too dishonorable?”

Hearing this, Bertard raised his eyebrows. Although the two noble battle groups, the Eagle and the Jaguar, are extremely elite, they both have the independent will of the military nobles. These troops, even now, he cannot use his fingers like an arm. In the entire alliance, it is estimated that the only ones who can really drive the noble war group to fight to the death are King Avitt and His Highness Shulot.

The warrior commander looked at it for a while and shook his head. He turned to Tupa and said.

"Tupa, take two hundred longbow guards and kill that leader for me! Black Wolf was injured and missed the battle here. You should make more military exploits for him and yourself!"

"Okay, Chief Holy Eagle!"

After receiving the order, Tupa nodded knowingly. Without any hesitation, he knelt down on one knee and saluted.

Black Wolf Toltec was from the first batch of His Highness's personal guards, and he was from the second batch of personal guards. Both of them are civilian warriors loyal to His Highness and have been taught by the warrior chief. During the several years of campaigns, there were many such personal guards of His Highness, who were successively selected by the warrior commanders and appointed as mid-level officers of each legion. They are more loyal, more brave, and more united than the military nobles inherited from the alliance, and they are vaguely their own line.

Later, Tupa led two hundred longbow guards, holding longbows, and climbed up the mountain with agility. Within a quarter of an hour, he crossed the Jaguar battle group and came to the front line of the battle!

"Get close and shoot!"

Tupa whispered the order, and the guards immediately stopped and fired fiercely at close range. The canine-born red-haired hunter also straightened up, frantically throwing rocks and arrows downwards. However, after two rounds of shooting, more than a dozen people from both sides fell to the ground. Tupa himself was wearing ordinary warrior clothes, and with a few sharpshooters, he crouched behind the rocks and waited patiently.

Soon, Uman raised his shield again and showed his head. He looked at the precarious situation and encouraged him in a hoarse voice.

"Warriors, as long as you hold on until dark, the main force of the tribe will be able to walk for one more day! For the sake of the tribe, for the big leader, and for the old camp behind, we must stay for another half a day!"

The canine warriors looked numb and responded in low voices. They are not the backbone of the tribe, but the palace soldiers who were left behind. We experienced a night of chaos last night, and another half-day of hard work today. Everyone was almost exhausted after holding on until this point, with only their last breath left.

"Ouch! Kill!"

Wuman looked fierce and let out a wolf howl. He took a moment to observe, pointed in the direction where the guards gathered, and suddenly pushed down a large stone. The boulders thundered down, disrupting the formation of the guards and exposing the bodies of the warriors.

Then, he quickly put down his shield, raised his long bow, and aimed an exquisite arrow at the vital point of a personal guard!

"Whoosh!"

The sharp bone arrow struck from a high place, avoiding the armor at a tricky angle, and accurately shot into the neck. The guard immediately covered his neck, swayed with all his strength, and rolled down the mountain with his head raised.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Almost at the same time, several bronze arrows were prepared and attacked together! But in an instant, the sharp arrow shot by Zan shot through the cotton armor and penetrated Wuman's chest and abdomen!

"Well!."

The stern look on Wuman's face disappeared in an instant. The arrow only entered his body, and the huge momentum caused him to lean backwards; his internal organs were shattered, and he instantly lost his strength. He staggered and fell to the ground, a large amount of blood seeping from the wounds on his chest and abdomen, soaking into the brown rocks. He looked at the blue sky, imagining the boundless wasteland, and his eyes straightened for the last time.

"Uh, uh, it turns out that you don't feel pain when you're about to die? It's as light as a bird flying. Flying, what is flying like? Don't, don't block me, let me fly to the wilderness, Take a look, just for a moment, and then return to the earth."

After more than ten breaths, Uman's eyes fell apart. He vaguely heard chaotic shouts, and then boundless darkness came.

Several red-haired guards rushed forward, crying and kneeling on the ground, hugging the leader's body randomly. The remaining canine warriors lost their fighting spirit, howled and turned around to disperse, even kneeling down and surrendering.

"Haha, hit!"

Tupa laughed loudly and confidently shook the longbow in his hand.

"It seems that my archery skills are only a little worse than those of the Black Wolf Chief! Well, two points worse than those of the Holy Eagle Chief, and even better than His Highness, hahaha!"

After laughing for a while, Tupa straightened up with murderous intent on his face.

"Let's go! Let's get our military exploits!"

The longbow guards attacked quickly, and the canine descendants on the mountain had no strong resistance. After another half moment, the last few red-haired people were killed by arrows, and the remaining more than a hundred canine descendants knelt down and surrendered.

Tupa held his head high, held his bow, and led his guards to the heights of the rear camp. He strode forward, then suddenly stopped.

Uman's body lay quietly on the rocks. His eyes remained wide open until he died.

"Phew! He is a real warrior!"

Tupa breathed out, held the amulet around his neck with both hands, lowered his head and prayed devoutly.

"Praise the Lord God! He loves warriors the most! May you rest in the red kingdom and become a butterfly in the mountains!"

After a sincere prayer, Tupa grinned again. He put his hand deep into his arms, took out a sharp obsidian dagger, and said cheerfully to Uman.

"Okay! You have gone to the Kingdom of God and turned into a red butterfly. Then lend me your head!"

The sun is setting slightly in the west, and the red sun is dyed through the clouds. Red butterflies were flying in the mountains, and the warrior's head was passed down the mountain road until it was in the hands of the king.

In the big tent, Shulot looked at Wuman's head for a while and nodded calmly. Then, he turned around and smiled at Cocaine who was waiting beside him.

"Coca, do you know this warrior?"

".The great chief, he is Chichika's personal guard general and the most famous warrior of the Red Dog Tribe, Uman."

Koka lowered his head, his expression full of awe. But in one night, the Red Dog Alliance Army was completely defeated, and even Uman died here!

"oh?"

Xiulote glanced at Koka lightly, then asked again with a smile.

"According to the customs of the wasteland, how should a warrior be buried?"

"The rituals of each tribe are different, but they basically use fire. The chief's ashes will be carried with him, and the ashes of the tribesmen will be buried in the earth. As for the brave warriors"

But there was a pause. He looked at Uman's head with a complicated expression.

"We will climb a hill. At sunrise or sunset, facing the sacred red sky, we will lift the ashes in the wind and scatter them into the vast wilderness."

"Cremation and ashes. It's the same as the Guamar dog descendants."

Shulot nodded slightly and then fell into deep thought.

"The sacred red sky coincides with the red country in the alliance's beliefs. It seems that the origins of the Guakili dog descendants and the Aztec tribe are quite similar."

After a moment, Shulot smiled gently.

"Coca, in that case, I leave the funeral of this warrior to you! You must follow the priest's instructions, integrate the traditions of the wasteland with the faith of the main god, create a new ceremony, and bury the Guaji who died in the battle on both sides. Lee Warriors!”

"Ah! Great Chief? I will hold the funeral?"

Hearing this, Koka's eyes widened.

"Well, this is the first task I give you."

Shulot smiled faintly. Then, with a solemn look on his face, he gave an order that he could not refuse.

"Draw out a thousand warriors from the Red Frog tribe! Five hundred people will join the samurai commander's vanguard army, and they will hunt down all the Red Dog Alliance tribes all night long! The remaining five hundred people will join the rear army, and along the mountain roads on both sides, they will recruit the defeated troops. Tribal warrior!"

"Ah! Your Highness, these, me, these thousand people"

Koka's face showed anxiety, but he didn't dare to speak out to resist. Miwa's five hundred elite soldiers were in danger of death, and it was unknown how many would come back, and now another thousand people had to be drawn out!

"Koka, believe in the Lord God devoutly, and I will promise you a future."

Xuluot patted the other's shoulder gently.

"As for the thousand warriors drawn out, I will make up for you from the surrendered captives! Well, and equip you with priests to accompany the army!"

Koka opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't say anything. Yesterday's sky fire flashed in his mind, just like Uman's head today. After a while, he knelt down on the ground resigned to his fate.

"Obey you, Great Chief!"

The king smiled, turned around, and looked at the sky in the east. It was approaching dusk, the sun was about to set, and the sky was full of red. And the faith of the Lord God had been spread across the vast wasteland, just like the glory of the alliance!