Chapter 343 Counterattack

"Amosi, are the Cactus Warriors catching up?"

The red dog leader stood on the hill and asked in a cold voice. His eyes were red, and his face was full of murderous intent, but he suppressed it and remained calm. Behind him were hundreds of red-haired hunters following him, and a flying red dog flag.

"Big Chief, we have traveled fifty or sixty miles in more than a day, and the whole journey is a difficult mountain road. The cactus warrior has not caught up, and is at least more than ten miles away."

Amosi stood behind Chichika, also looking south. What he saw was a scene of collapse. In the narrow mountain road, the canine tribes were mixed together in a haphazard manner with poor clothes and incomplete weapons. Thousands of tribal warriors looked panic-stricken and rushed towards the old camp in the north in a chaotic manner, not at all slow.

The rapid march raised smoke and dust all over the sky, startling birds in the mountains and forests. Vultures and crows were circling and flying, croaking ominously from time to time. Farther away, the Mexican flag loomed. A large group of gray-blue and dark green figures swayed among the mountains in the sky, like crawling giant snakes, greedily devouring all the straggler tribes.

"What's going on with the enemies there?"

Chichika stood for a moment and pointed to the far south. The canine tribes in the mountain road stretched for several miles. Before they could run steadily for a long time, there was a sudden noise at the southernmost end. Several teams at the rear started fighting again.

Amosi narrowed his eyes, looked at it for a while, and said with certainty.

"The big leader is chasing a small group of enemies, only about a hundred or so. The cactus warriors always wear armor, shields, and big bows, so they can't move so fast. Judging from the attire of these people, most of them should be arcana who are familiar with the terrain. Tommy dogs, and some lightly-armed red frog tribes!”

"Red Frog Tribe."

Hearing this, Chichika looked gloomy and clenched her hands tightly. He turned his head and looked at the solemn-looking Chief Red Monkey.

"Ozoma, you said that you encountered a night attack that night, and among the enemies you killed were more than a dozen red-haired people, who were also members of the Red Frog tribe who had sneaked into the camp?"

"Yes, Chief Chichika. The red frog warriors sneaked into the camp and took advantage of the sky fire to attack the camp, making it difficult for people to guard against it. Even my camp almost collapsed."

Ozoma nodded timidly. He was also accompanied by more than a hundred red-haired hunters and dozens of spear guards.

The mountain road goes all the way north without any forks. The various ministries retreated day and night and soon gathered together. The Red Deer Tribe was the fastest runner and had already fled back to the valley. Chief Red Stork was killed in the chaos of the night attack, Chief Red Stork was missing, and both troops were scattered everywhere.

Chichika ran all the way, raising the red dog flag and gathering all the troops. Now, he holds 600 redheads in his hands and has regrouped more than 2,000 defeated troops. Ozoma escaped earlier, with more than 200 red-haired hunters and 1,500 tribal warriors. Amosi took several personal guards and crossed the mountains to rejoin Alan and others. He was the first to arrive here, with more than a hundred red hair in his hand, and he also took the opportunity to gather nearly a thousand soldiers.

"Uman, my warrior! Roar! Coca! I will put you in a cloth bag and let the giant beasts from the north trample you into a pulp!!"

Chichika suppressed her anger and growled like a wounded animal. Just two days ago, he had 15,000 troops in his hands, all of whom were recruited from various ministries. And now, the Red Dog, Red Monkey, and Red Crow, combined together, only have five thousand warriors left!

Seeing the anger of the big leader, Amosi lowered his head and remained silent. Ozoma raised his eyebrows slightly, observing silently, weighing in his mind.

Chichika roared a few times and then stopped roaring. He stared at the fighting team in the south, his eyes gradually filled with a fierce light before hunting.

"Ozoma, Amosi, we can't escape further north!"

Hearing this, both of them raised their heads and looked at the big leader in surprise.

Chichika regained her composure.

"Now the tribes are just broken up, and not many people died in the battle. Many tribesmen are left behind. If we flee further north, these people will become prisoners of the Cactus tribe! I have sent envoys to go to the valley in advance. The tribes in the valley We are all making urgent preparations, summoning people, and recruiting new soldiers. We also need to buy time for the old camp in the valley!"

"Chief Chichika, the soldiers from all the units have just been gathered together. The morale of the army is so shattered that they cannot hold on for long."

Ozoma hesitated.

"No, we won't defend this time!"

Chichika shook her head.

"Big boss, you mean, the old way?"

Hearing this, Amosi's eyes flashed and he made a scouting gesture to ambush.

"Exactly!"

Chichica nodded approvingly. He made up his mind and waved his hand vigorously.

"The cactus warriors are behind, and those chasing after them are all native dogs and traitors! They can't guard against the old methods, and the number of red hairs in our hands is enough. Right here, fight with the chasing Otomi native dogs. field!"

The leader of the red dog looked determined, and his fighting spirit was once again ignited. He looked at the two chiefs and shouted like a beast.

"The main force of the red dogs will fight and retreat to lure the chasing native dogs! Ozoma, take five hundred elites along the mountain path and go around to the south to hide. When the enemy's main force passes by, you will rush out and attack them. The rear team!”

"Amosi, take your red-haired hunters and ambush in the mountains and forests on both sides. When the leader of the native dogs passes by, you will lead the archers to launch a sneak attack to hunt down the enemy chief!"

"When all the ambush troops come out to disturb the enemy, I will turn around with the red hair of the tribe to attack them and cut off their heads!"

Ozoma and Amosi looked at each other, knelt down on one knee at the same time, and respectfully accepted the order.

"It's up to you, Chief!"

The cool breeze blew through the valley, lifting yellow leaves. The yellow leaves fell, covering the bodies lying everywhere, and also fell on the red mountain roads. On both sides of the mountain road, many captured Guakili dog tribesmen knelt. The dog tribe captives were in a panic, and their movements were timid, no longer as brave as when they invaded the south.

Under the protection of hundreds of warriors, Mespa strode forward. He gently brushed off the yellow leaves that fell on his cotton armor, and suddenly kicked hard, kicking a kneeling red-haired captive to the ground. The red-haired captive's legs suddenly snapped, and he rolled on the ground and wailed.

"Tsk tsk, the brave red-haired hunter will also wail?"

Seeing this scene, Mespa's always cautious face finally showed some satisfaction. Returning to his homeland, some memories of the dog tribe's invasion of the south floated to his mind, making him feel ashamed and manic. He suddenly took out the war stick, adjusted the direction of the sharp blade, aimed at the wailing captive, and chopped it down with one stick!

"Ah! Haha! This time, you are the ones who escaped!"

Mespa looked at the red-haired head rolling down, as if the nightmare in his heart had been shattered. He laughed heartily for a long time before shouting to the guards beside him.

"Speed ​​up! The whole army will chase! I want to take off the red-haired dog's head!"