Chapter 351: The Death of Chichika, the Heart of the King

The sunset over the wasteland is a deep red, slowly sinking into the distant mountains. There is a vast glow on the mountains, smearing the bright red sky and soaking the blood-colored earth. In the bloody dusk, the brutal battle has ended.

The Red Dog Main Camp in Taniguchi is full of dilapidated structures, with the edges blackened after being burnt and the inside dark red after being stained with blood. Thousands of broken warrior corpses were stacked like maple leaves; countless broken bone arrows and copper arrows were as dense as long grass. And the further you go toward the center, the more so.

A pair of moccasins stepped into the camp, surrounded by straw sandals. The moccasins walked slowly into the camp, past the fallen bodies, until they reached the flag of the red dog. At this moment, the red dog flag that had been passed down for many years had long been broken, and the flag was sunk in the blood and mud, and was in disrepair.

And a strong corpse lay prone next to the red dog flag. He was glaring with anger, his face was covered with blood, his hair was dyed red, he had a wolf robe on his back and a war club in his hand. There were more than a dozen feather arrows stuck in his body, but the fatal wound was probably a bloody hole two fingers thick on his left chest, where he died from a copper spear piercing his heart. His limbs remained in the same position as before his death, as if he was still fighting. Because at the moment of death, the body exerted great force, the muscles all over the body spasmed and twitched, resulting in rigor mortis.

The owner of the moccasins finally stopped. His eyes stayed on the corpse, and after a while, he asked in a deep voice.

"Ozoma, is this the leader of the Guakili Alliance and the chief of the Red Dog Tribe, Chichika?"

"Yes, respected Chief Death."

Ozoma had a dazed look on his face. Although he had been prepared, he still had an unreal feeling at this moment: Chief Red Dog, who had been roaming the wasteland for more than ten years, was as fierce and brave as a wolf king, just died here silently? He stared closely at Chichika's body and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to feel Chichika's breath.

Seeing this scene, Shulot shook his head. He looked at the bloody hole in Chichica's chest and fell into deep thought.

"Your Highness, please forgive me! I failed to capture the enemy chief Chichika alive, and my heart was damaged."

Bertard knelt on one knee, looking ashamed. As the nominally important goal of the Northern Expedition, the heart of Chichika, the canine leader, must be sacrificed to the Lord God to declare the victory of the Northern Expedition. It was precisely because of the sacrifice that Chichika was not beheaded by the samurai after he died in battle.

"It doesn't matter. The Victory Sacrifice will not be affected. The Lord God protects us and will definitely be satisfied with the sacrifices."

Shulot smiled slightly and said affirmatively. Soon after, he will personally preside over the victory ceremony outside the city of Palms, and then declare the Lord God's blessing.

"Chichica fought hard and died without retreating?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Bertard stood up, his face calm again.

"Five hundred hunters descended from the east mountain, shot at the camp, and killed many red-haired hunters. The morale of the Red Dog tribe dropped sharply, and the front line quickly dispersed and could no longer be maintained. The heavily armored Jaguar battle group immediately launched a charge , completely defeated the Red Dog tribe. Chichika stood under the flag and fought to the death without taking a step back. "

"I see."

Shulot nodded slowly.

"Where is the warrior who killed Chichika? I want to reward him generously!"

Hearing this, Bertard paused for a moment. He stretched out his hand and pointed towards Chichika.

"Your Highness, that is the corpse holding the spear."

Shulot looked there and saw a warrior wearing an eagle helmet, holding a half-short spear, entangled with two red-haired canines and dying together. With Chichika's position as the center, there is a dense circle around it, filled with corpses of warriors who died on both sides, many of them with the iconic red hair.

"After Chichika died in the battle, the surrounding chief guards were like crazy! More than a hundred red-haired men rushed towards the legion desperately, dragging the attacking warriors to death. Even the heavily armored Jaguar battle group, Five people were killed in the battle, but after these chief guards died, the remaining more than a thousand Red Dog soldiers knelt down and surrendered. "

"Nearly half of the four thousand Red Dog soldiers died in the battle, hundreds fled, and only more than a thousand surrendered."

The king watched silently for a while and sighed with emotion.

"Chichica can get a brave man to die, but it won't be an unjust death!"

Bertard nodded in agreement. Then he glanced briefly at Ozoma. Until now, Chief Red Monkey is still a little confused and unbelievable. From this perspective, we can see the influence of Chief Chichica in the minds of the canine tribes.

"The warrior who killed Chichica wore an eagle helmet and was a newly recruited Prepecha warrior from the Praetorian Guard?"

Shulot was thoughtful and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, Your Highness. His name is Nekaval. He was born in the Prepecha Lake area. He was a surrendered soldier from the capital during the Western Expedition. After participating in the military camp for a year, he was recruited because of his devout belief in the Lord God and his excellent combat skills. Join the Guards Corps."

Bertard recalled it for a moment and went into detail. He controls the Guards Corps and has an impression of the famous warriors in the legion.

"A native of Prepecha, he was born in the army and believed in gods. He died during the Northern Expedition."

Hearing this, Shulot's eyes brightened and he nodded.

"Bertard, reward this warrior's family generously! When he returns to the kingdom, he must erect a statue for him in the warrior forest under the main temple of Yakarta in the royal capital! Then let someone write the poem about the Northern Expedition, Sing it in the kingdom!”

"Understood. Your Highness."

Bertard nodded knowingly. The Warriors' Forest is a newly built building in the royal capital. It is located under the main temple of Yakata and is used to commemorate the outstanding warriors who died in the war. This building not only has important religious significance, it can inspire warriors to fight bravely, and it can also unite the hearts of all parts of the kingdom. Now, Nekaval will enter the Warrior Forest as the first Prepecha warrior, accept the admiration of future generations, and rest with his country.

Shulot thought for a moment and asked aloud.

"Did Chichica leave any last words before she died?"

Bertard concentrated on recalling it for a long time before saying.

"The warriors said that Chichika died in the fight. The battle was very fierce at that time. He kept shouting like a wild animal to inspire the guards around him. After being shot in his vitals, he instantly lost his strength and had no time to speak. He just glanced towards the north and fell to the ground. Probably because he was unwilling to do so, he did not wait for reinforcements until his death. "

"The dog-born reinforcements will never arrive. The scouts reported that thousands of people from the Red Crow tribe are fleeing to the east, and the rest of the tribes in the valley are also scattered."

Shulot has received the latest intelligence and sent out troops to pursue the attack. Now, three thousand Red Frog warriors and six thousand Ottopan Legions all marched into the Palms Valley. They will divide into three groups and work day and night. Go straight to Palms City, block the eastern exit all the way, and block the northwest exit all the way. Wait until all the exits are blocked, then turn around and sweep across to conquer all the ministries in the valley.

"Chichica should have left her last words before she died."

The king thought for a while and said with deep meaning.

"really."

Bertard nodded.

"Your Highness, what last words do you think are more appropriate?"

Shulot didn't answer immediately. He patted Ozoma on the shoulder.

"Ah! Holy Death Chief!"

"Ozoma, when tribal chiefs change in the wilderness, if it is a bloody change, what will the winner do and what will they say?"

"Bleeding Replacement"

Some long-lasting bloody memories flashed in Ozoma's mind, making him shudder.

"Great Chief, according to the custom of the wasteland, the winner will burn the previous chief to ashes and then scatter it into the wind with his own hands. He will pray to the Mother Earth Goddess, wishing that the deceased will turn into a new baby of the tribe, and pray for the future prosperity of the tribe!"

".What a rustic custom."

Hearing this, Shulot nodded slightly and ordered Bertard.

"So, Chichika's last words were, 'The Cactus tribe is also a tribe in the wilderness. If they died in the hands of the death chief, what is there to be sad about? Please scatter my body in the wind, I want to return to the embrace of the earth, A baby is born in the cactus tribe. The title of king of the wasteland will be given to you! Please be kind to the people of Guakili in the wasteland, we are born from the same origin.'"

Bertard took out a pen and paper and wrote down the king's words. After he finished writing, he added.

"Your Highness, I will arrange for people to sing Chichika's last words among the surrendered dog tribes."

"Very good! In a few days, I will hold a sacrificial ceremony in Palms City. First, sacrifice him to the main god, then recite a dying poem, and finally deal with it according to the customs of the wasteland!"

"Your will be followed, Your Highness."

The two looked at each other and smiled. The military battle of the Northern Expedition has basically been fought. Next, we have to consider these political solutions. If the kingdom wants to drive tens of thousands of Guakili dog descendants, or even recruit legions, simply using force will not do.

Ozoma stood aside, dumbfounded. After a while, he came back to his senses.

"The Death Chief is like a jaguar with a fox head. He is indeed much cunning and smarter than the wolf-like Chief Chichica."

Thinking of this, Ozoma's eyes flickered for a moment before he suddenly fell to his knees.

"Great Chief!"

"Um?"

"The tribes in the valley were confused by the rumors and feared the reputation of the great chief, so they fled in all directions. Witness the ancestors! I am willing to run for you and recruit the tribes who fled the wilderness!"

"Oh? You want to go to the valley and recruit all the troops for me?"

Shulot looked seriously at the kneeling Ozoma.

"Exactly! Chief, Chief Massat of Red Deer has always been familiar with me. As long as you give me one night, he will come and pay allegiance to the chief early tomorrow morning!"

Ozoma knelt at the king's feet and waited like a loyal dog.

Shulot looked at Ozoma for a while, then stretched out his hand and held his hair. This is the etiquette of accepting allegiance. Then, the king said in a deep voice.

"Ozoma, I give you this opportunity, don't let me down! Tell all the tribes in the valley that as long as you surrender voluntarily, you will not be sacrificed by the kingdom. Although I am named the God of Death, I don't like killing people."

Having said this, the king raised his head and looked at the distant sky. The sun sets deep and night falls over the earth. The campaign in the north is coming to an end, but the long journey never ends. If you want to build a long-lasting empire, you must capture the heroes from all over the world and unite all the ministries in the world. All tribes in the world are the king's future subjects; the bright moon is as clear as the king's heart.