Chapter 349: A Long Day, a Hot Noon

The morning sun rises from the east, lighting up the golden sky and the undulating mountains and forests. Cypress trees stand tall in the mountains, their green and yellow needles swaying in the wind, like the feathers of gods. The morning sun rises into the sky, and leaves in the mountains and forests fly. In late autumn, the Sierra Madre Oriental Mountains are like the colorful feathers of the Mother Earth, which is dazzling.

“This is the most beautiful time and it’s the best time to hunt.”

Shulot stood on the high ground, looking at the northern scenery, smiling. Behind him, the Black Wolf flag was flying high, and not far away was the surrendered Red Monkey camp. And below the high ground, thousands of Mexica warriors looked solemn, their armor leaves clanging, and they surged towards the Red Dog main camp.

The king's eyes fell on the red dog camp. He looked carefully for a moment and pointed.

"Ozoma, is the one standing high and wearing the wolf robe Chichika?"

"Exactly, the respected Chief of Death."

Red Monkey Chief Ozoma knelt on the ground with an extremely respectful expression. He was like a subordinate wolf who left the pack and re-loyed to the new wolf king.

"Ozoma, how dare you betray me!!"

High above the Red Dog Camp, the old Wolf King's eyes were red, suppressing his anger and feeling a bone-chilling chill. At this moment, in the eyes of Chief Chichika, there was no color in the forest, only the withering of all things, not the splendor of late autumn, only the approaching cold winter.

"Big Chief, the Red Monkey Tribe has rebelled. The Mexica Legion is about to attack!"

The guard looked panicked and knelt down at Chichika's feet. The Red Monkey tribe suddenly rebelled, and the enemy army arrived in an instant. The Red Dog main camp had no time to recruit its various ministries, nor did it have time to prepare for defense. At this moment, there are only four thousand soldiers in the camp, and they are about to fight the enemy's forward!

"What are you afraid of!"

Chichica shouted loudly, raised her foot, and kicked her bodyguard to the ground. He looked fierce, showed no fear, and shouted angrily.

"When two packs of wolves meet in the wilderness, and both are hungry, they can only fight!"

"It's up to you, Chief!"

The guard turned over and continued to kneel on the ground. Chief Chichika is the backbone of everyone. As long as the chief does not panic, his heart will quickly calm down.

"Hold the camp! Raise the tribe's battle flag and blow the horn of a deadly battle! The red-haired hunter occupies the shooting height, the tribal warriors raise their shields to cover, and the chief's guard supervises the battle from behind. Select a group of death warriors and be ready to leave the camp at any time assault!"

Chichika shouted sharply, and military orders were passed down one by one. Then, the big leader paused for a moment and gave the order again.

"Send an envoy to Amosi in the Red Crow Camp and ask him to quickly lead all the troops in the valley to come for support!"

"It's up to you, Chief!"

Two people from the bodyguard immediately came out, carrying the leader's token, and ran towards the valley behind.

After arranging all this, Chichika showed murderous intent and roared fiercely.

"Go and bring all the children of the Red Monkey Tribe!"

Soon, the guards escorted six people. A few months ago, after establishing his status as the leader of the Red Dog Tribe, Chichika began to strengthen his authority. He recruited several important disciples from various major tribes as his personal bodyguards, including the Red Monkey Tribe.

Among these people, the one with the highest status is Ozoma's clan brother. As soon as he arrived, he fell to his knees on the ground and begged loudly.

"Big Chief, I didn't know anything about Ozoma's surrender before! Please, uh!"

Chichika strode forward, grabbed the opponent's hair with her left hand, took out a long dagger with her right hand, pointed it at the throat, and gave it a strong blow.

"Bah."

The warmth of the big tent splashed out. Chichika stretched out her hand, and with the flowing warmth, she painted her face and hair bright red. This is an ancient custom in the wilderness, smearing yourself with sacred red and fighting to the death!

Seeing this scene, the guards knew the big leader's determination. They looked excited and took out their daggers one after another, killed the remaining red monkey brothers, and then painted them bright red again.

"good!"

Chichika looked around and saw that the guards' morale was high, and they raised their heads and howled with satisfaction.

"Ouch! Cut off these people's heads and hang them next to the red dog's flag. Today I will stand here, never take a step back, and fight to the death with the Mexicans!"

"Ouch! Fight to the death!"

All the guards shouted in unison, then split up and moved forward, directing each team to fight to the death.

Red Dog's main camp occupies the mountain pass, with mountains to the east, forests to the west, and mountain roads to the north and south. The Mexican army came from the south, with five hundred red frog warriors at the vanguard. The red frog warriors rushed in and fought closely with the red dog scouts outside the main camp. Both sides were light hunters, attacking each other and competing for positions in front of the camp. Soon, blood was everywhere.

Two quarters of an hour later, the main force of the Mexican Legion finally arrived, and the scouts of the Red Dog Tribe were driven back to the camp. Bertard himself put on his armor and took command, waving the flag. More than a thousand temple crossbowmen spread out in front of the camp, approaching within a hundred steps, and then fired arrows in unison.

"Swish swish!"

The crossbow arrows were like rain, shooting upwards and nailing deeply into the wall of Red Dog's main camp, so heavy that the hunters on the opposite side could not lift their heads. The Red Dog Main Camp was built not long ago. The walls are simple and low. It only occupies a high place and has terrain advantages. At this moment, the tribal warriors held their wooden shields high, and the red-haired hunters crouched behind the village wall, waiting for a decisive fight.

There is no need to save arrows in this battle today. Bertard waited patiently until the crossbowmen fired five rounds and everything behind the wall was bright red before waving the battle flag again.

"The First Otopan Warrior Battalion, launch a charge! The Longbow Guards Battalion, approach and shoot!"

Fierce war drums sounded immediately, and thousands of Otopan warriors wore cotton armor, clutched war sticks and shields, and charged toward the high camp. Behind the gray-blue figure were more than a thousand longbow guards. Wearing bronze cloth armor and holding large bows as tall as one man, they came within fifty steps of the village wall and fired at the hunters in the camp.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The whistling rain of arrows came from a high place and hit the vital part of the Otomi warrior. There are more than 600 red-haired people in the Red Dog Tribe, almost twice as many as the average large tribe. These elite hunters occupy high positions and shoot arrows without missing a beat. In just two rounds of shooting, more than a hundred of the Otomi warriors who rushed into the battle were killed, and their morale dropped.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sharp copper arrow flew up, with strong force, piercing the red-haired hunter at the height. The longbow guards had a cold expression and relied on the protection of their bronze armor to shoot down the enemy's elite. The red-haired hunters shot another round of warriors, then had to change their targets and shoot at the thick-skinned longbow guards.

The archers from both sides suppressed each other, and there was no way to stop the charging Otomi warriors. They roared and rushed towards the wall, then climbed up and fought closely with the canine warriors!

The brutal close combat devoured the lives of warriors on both sides. Blood and corpses fell like red leaves and bloomed like cactus flowers. In just half a quarter of an hour, nearly half of the thousand Otopan warriors who rushed into the battle were lost, and they were about to collapse.

Bertard looked calm, staring at the wall of the fighting village. He saw the canine warriors gradually gathering under the stronghold wall, and the red-haired hunter also revealed his figure, and then he waved the command flag.

"First Vanguard Brigade, throw the power ball!"

The army set out from the river mouth fortress and marched more than 700 miles north, carrying very limited gunpowder weapons. During the attack on the Red Fox Valley, Tao Tribulus consumed too much, and the remaining quantity was only enough for one round of throwing, and it remained until this time. In fact, early gunpowder would gradually lose its nitrate powder during long marches, thus weakening its power. At this time, the explosive power of Tao Tribulus is probably limited, and its more function is to shock the enemy.

"Praise the Lord God and devote yourself to God!"

The two hundred vanguard barbarians of the first brigade prayed devoutly and shouted fanatically. Then, they held the ignited divine power ball and rushed towards the wall. Along the way, the longbow guards gave way, leaving a wide charging channel.

"Quick! Red-haired hunter, shoot the enemy who rushes to the battlefield!"

Seeing this scene, Chichika, who personally supervised the battle, changed his expression and shouted repeatedly. He heard Amosi from the Red Crow Tribe say that this kind of divine power ball was extremely powerful. Although it was inconvenient in the field, it was a real weapon for attacking camps!

The Red Dog tribe encountered such a weapon for the first time and could not react in time. Within a moment, hundreds of smoking balls were thrown into the camp, rolling down at the feet of the fighting warriors. The Ottopan warriors were already weak, and now they were even more desperate. They abandoned the enemy without their lives, jumped off the village wall, and fled outside the camp.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!."

The canine warriors were wondering, and terrifying explosions continued like thunder. Hundreds of tribal warriors fell to the ground on the spot, and the red-haired hunters were frightened by the roar and became dizzy. Bertard ignored the defeated first battalion of warriors and solemnly gave the order.

"The Second Otopan Warrior Battalion, charge to the death!"

"Roar! Kill!"

A thousand gray and blue warriors shouted and rushed to the camp. The new round of charge was overwhelming, and the canine defenders were hacked to death by the samurai before they could recover from the shock. However, within half a moment, the main camp wall fell. After several battles, the Red Dog tribe lost nearly a thousand warriors. The remaining more than 400 red-haired soldiers retreated to the camp and continued to shoot arrows to resist.

"Chief Guards come forward! Block me!"

Seeing the lost wall, Chief Chichika's eyes were splitting. The sun has just risen in the sky, and it will take time for the Red Crow reinforcements to arrive! He personally held the shield and came to the center of the camp to boost the morale of the tribe. The two thousand soldiers in reserve also rushed forward and fought again with the warriors who entered the camp.

Boiling cries of killing shook the valley mouth, and warm blood formed a stream. The Red Dog tribe refused to retreat, and the situation in the camp reached a stalemate.

Bertard took a hundred steps forward and arrived outside the main camp. He paid attention to the fighting in the camp and frowned deeply.

The terrain in the Red Dog Camp is complex, with ups and downs. The warriors from both sides fought in a melee, and their teeth were at each other's throats. The sight of the archers was also blocked by the complex terrain, making it difficult to shoot.

The legion warriors have broken through the wall and penetrated deep into the camp. In the past, at this time, both the defenders of Tarasco and the tribes in the Red Fox Valley would quickly collapse. However, at this moment, the Red Dog tribe was still fighting tenaciously, showing no signs of disintegration. The one who was about to lose his support was the Ottomi warriors who broke in!

"The Red Dog Tribe is so resilient!"

Shulot stood on the high ground and watched the battle. He saw the gray-blue crowd charging in, only to be firmly blocked by the red dog warriors, and even slowly pressed back against the wall. The king was a little surprised and couldn't help praising his opponent.

"Chichica is a hero for being able to die at the service of brave men!"

Ozoma looked embarrassed and lowered his head in response. He didn't know how to answer for a while. Two steps away, the poet Parramo looked at the battlefield, his eyes full of energy. He was overwhelmed with inspiration and chanted loudly.

"The most beautiful agate in the world is the blood drop of warriors fighting! It sparkles in the dazzling sunshine, and it floats the tenacious and unyielding soul in the sacred wind, just like the solidified rock in the volcano, even if it leads the soul Even the god of death cannot take you away!"

"Um?"

Hearing this, "Death Chief" Shulot raised his eyebrows. Ozoma also looked up in surprise.

Paramo paused for a moment, and then remembered His Highness's new title in the past two years. His expression remained unchanged and he continued singing at the top of his lungs.

"But the power of the God of Death is always eternal! The unpredictable fate changes like clouds, but it will rain in the end. Just like the life of the warrior, it is destined to wither in the hands of the supreme God of Death!"

"Okay! Paramo, the poem is well done."

Xiulote waved his hand, and Paramo shut up obediently. Shulot thought for a while and then looked to his side.

"Ozoma, Chichika seems determined to fight to the end. The sun has risen in the sky, and reinforcements from the valley may arrive at any time. I don't want the warriors to suffer too many losses. Do you have any suggestions?"

The king's gaze came to him, and Ozoma quickly bowed to the ground respectfully. His mind was running like lightning, and he soon had an idea.

"Dear Chief Death God. The Red Dog Main Camp was built not long ago, and there are indeed some omissions."

Ozoma replied respectfully.

"Um?"

"There are steep mountains to the east of the camp. If you climb the mountains and shoot from a high position, you can completely suppress the main camp!"

Shulot heard the sound and went away, looked at the terrain of the main camp, and shook his head in disappointment.

"The mountains to the east are so steep, and there are canine hunters shooting on the mountainside. Even if we send elite troops to climb, we don't know how long it will take, and it will not help the current war situation!"

"Great Chief, do you know why the Red Monkey Camp is located on the high ground here?"

Hearing this, Ozoma had a confident smile on his face.

"Oh? You mean"

Shulot had a thought in his mind.

"Exactly! There is a hidden and narrow mountain road behind the high ground, which is connected to the mountains to the east of the main camp. From this mountain road to the north, it only takes two or three quarters of an hour to reach the mountain! As long as you occupy the terrain, you can not only suppress the camp , even shooting Chichika is not difficult at all!”

"very good!"

Shulot nodded with satisfaction. He looked at the respectful Ozoma and suddenly smiled.

"Ozoma, the Red Monkey Tribe is familiar with the terrain. I heard that you have three hundred red-haired hunters, just go out and attack for me!"

"Ah, this"

Ozoma hesitated, then fell to his knees.

"Great Chief, the Red Monkey Tribe has suffered losses along the way, and now there are only two hundred redheads left!"

"It doesn't matter."

Shulot smiled and ordered calmly, but could not refuse.

"There are still three hundred redheads in the Red Frog tribe. Then let Miwa attack, bring the red monkey hunters, and climb up the mountain road to attack! Five hundred hunters occupying the mountains are enough to make the final decision."

"Miwa Zukata."

Hearing this familiar name, Ozoma was slightly in a trance, and his mood was ups and downs.

On the night of the Skyfire attack, Miwa led dozens of elites to raid the Red Monkey camp, but was defeated by Zucata's spear guards and was immediately captured by the tribe. Ozoma personally interrogated Miwa and learned about the treatment of the Red Frog tribe after they surrendered, and then he came up with the idea of ​​​​surrendering.

Then, after garrisoning the front camp at the mouth of the valley, he sent Zukata to escort Miwa south as a sign of good faith in negotiating. Unexpectedly, although Zukata left secretly, he still completed the escort mission. Now, the chief wants Miwa to lead the elite hunters of the Red Monkey Tribe. Things have really changed.

"Huh? What, Ozoma, you don't want to?"

Shulot looked at him with a mountain of pressure.

"Ah! I am willing to die for the great chief!"

Ozoma came to his senses and kowtowed to the ground.

"I will lead the guards myself right now"

"No need. Ozoma, you stay by my side and advise me."

Shulot shook his head. His smile was gentle, but it made Ozoma tremble.

"Leave the affairs of the Red Monkey Tribe to your personal guards to handle temporarily!"

".Yes, follow your orders, my Wolf King."

Ozoma pursed his lips and fell to the ground to accept the order. Then, he called his personal guards and ordered the red-haired hunter to move out. After a while, he gritted his teeth, looked at the fighting in the distance, and spoke softly.

"The Great Chief."

"Um?"

"I have another proposal."

"Say it."

"Although the mountains and forests on the west side of the camp are dense, we can send an elite team to the back of the main camp!"

"You mean to block Chichika's escape route?"

Shulot was startled for a moment. He pondered for a while and asked.

"In the current battle situation, if Chichika wants to retreat, the Red Dog tribe will collapse immediately, which will save the effort of attacking!"

"The great chief is wise and enlightened!"

Ozoma nodded respectfully before speaking slowly.

"The team moved back, not to block Chichika's retreat, but to block his reinforcements!"

"Reinforcements? There are thousands of warriors in the Red Crow tribe. What role can a few small teams play? Conquering the Red Dog camp as soon as possible and seizing Chichika are the top priorities now!"

Shulot smiled and didn't care.

"Great Chief, a few small teams cannot stop everyone, but they can stop people's hearts."

"Block people's hearts?"

"Exactly."

Ozoma smiled faintly, his eyes shining like an old monkey in the deep forest.

"Red Crow Chief Amosi seems to be loyal, but in fact he is very scheming. If he comes to help with all his strength, he will naturally be unable to stop him. But if he has other ideas, these blocking teams can help him convince himself and his subordinates."

Having said this, Ozoma bowed to the ground again and respectfully asked for battle.

"Great Chief, the Red Monkey Tribe still has 3,000 soldiers who can fight for you! The tribe can mobilize 500 elite soldiers who are familiar with the terrain to cut off the main camp's retreat!"

Hearing this, Shulot turned around and looked at Ozoma. The other party's face was full of sincerity, and he seemed to truly surrender and surrender completely.

After a while, Shulot nodded.

"Yes! Ozoma, you are much smarter than Chief Red Frog. Send people to do it!"

"Follow your orders! Great Chief of the God of Death, Ozoma is willing to obey your power from now on and be your loyal follower. As long as your power is immortal, my loyalty will never change. This oath is witnessed by my ancestors!"

Ozoma fell to the ground and swore, saying the words he had prepared for a long time. He looked up at the expression of the chief, and then walked away backwards.

Xuluot smiled slightly, but his eyes were indifferent to the king. He stood on a high place, squinting his eyes, and looked up at the sky.

At this time, the sun was blazing, and bursts of shouting and killing echoed in the mountains, mixed with the wails of the dying. The sky was blue and the sun was golden like fire. It was the blazing noon!