Chapter 394: Assault

The wind was howling, and the grass and trees were turning yellow. The fluttering red leaves blew down from the hills around the valley, covering the large number of corpses in the valley, staining them with a brighter red.

The accurate shooting of the dog hunters lasted only half a quarter of an hour, and nearly two hundred palm warriors were killed. More than a hundred red-haired elites in the valley immediately launched a charge and defeated the remaining hundred warriors. The short ambush suddenly became fierce and ended quickly. The Guakili warriors roared, waved their copper spears, shot feather arrows, and chased the scattered enemies.

Palm tribe leader Zotor was motionless, lying on his back on the grass. His eyes were wide open unwillingly, with dozens of sharp copper arrows stuck in his body, and the red under his body was spreading continuously. Death was so sudden that he didn't even have time to leave a last word. Until his death, there was still surprise and confusion in his eyes, as if he was still questioning: Why did I die suddenly? The northern barbarians who attacked by surprise, don't talk about it.

"Haha, stupid deer, feign defeat to lure the enemy, ambush and behead, it really works every time!"

Red monkey Ozoma grinned, and led hundreds of hunters to climb down the cliffs on both sides swiftly. Behind him, hundreds of Guakili warriors popped their heads on the cliffs. They howled softly and rushed towards the palm warriors outside the valley along the edge of the cliff.

"Red monkey, I can't figure it out, why do I always have to lure the enemy? Being chased like a dead dog, I have to save my strength at all times, so as not to shake off the opponent."

Red deer Masat was panting and a little dissatisfied. He lured the enemy all the way, and was chased by Zotor for twenty miles, and finally led to the ambush valley.

Feigning defeat to lure the enemy is simple to say, but it is actually a real technical job, especially when running on two feet. If the warriors do not have enough fighting will, they will collapse while fleeing; and if they do not have enough mobility and experience, they will run the wrong way while running. When Masat was running, he not only had to control his speed, but also had to constantly adjust his direction, and lost more than a dozen elite soldiers who were luring the enemy.

"Dai Lu, isn't it because you have experience and run fast?"

"Humph! Red Monkey, you will have experience if you lure the enemy a few more times."

"Masat! I am the head of the Red Monkey Regiment, and you are the deputy head. According to the rules of the Southern Tribe, you must obey my orders!"

Red Monkey Ozoma frowned and pressed the brand new bronze sword on his waist, revealing a bit of pride in his words. After the Northern Expedition, he was highly regarded by His Majesty and became the head of the 3,000-man regiment, and Dai Lu Masat served as his deputy. The 3,000 warriors under their command were selected from tens of thousands of Western Dogs, and each of them was a good fighter.

".Okay. But I was responsible for the most dangerous luring of the enemy. According to the rules of the Southern Tribe, these two hundred heads of war are all mine!"

Red Deer Masat paused, his eyes flashed, and he told his calculations.

"As for the subsequent military exploits, we will share them equally!"

". I'll give it to you! It's just over 200 heads. I thought the southern tribes were as tough as the tribe of the Death Chieftain, but I didn't expect them to be so vulnerable. Now it seems that even thousands of heads, let alone hundreds of heads, would be easy!"

Ozoma looked confident. After a little thought, he looked at the body of the palm tribe leader Zotor.

"The head of that southern chieftain"

"It's mine too!"

Masat looked anxious and shouted.

"He has been chasing me for so long, I want to knock off his skull and use it as a bowl!"

Using human bone utensils is also a tradition of the wilderness tribe. However, there is a lack of food and wine in the wilderness, and the dog descendants can't use wine glasses, only bowls. According to the wilderness priests, this kind of vessel can absorb the enemy's bravery and life, making the warriors more brave and stronger!

"Give it to you, all yours. This southern chief is brave, but his brain is not very good. I use his skull to make a bowl, but it may become stupid. It's just right for you, stupid deer!" Ozoma laughed, full of victory. "But these people's heads are still very useful now. The warriors put their heads on the spears, just to intimidate the enemy warriors and villages!" "Okay! The enemy on the opposite side has lost its leader and scattered into a long snake, which can be defeated in one fell swoop!" Masat grinned, obviously not hearing Ozoma's mockery. The two wilderness chiefs talked and laughed for a while, and the red-haired hunters had cut off the enemy's heads and strung them on sharp spears. Then, the hunters turned around and killed towards the valley entrance in the south without stopping. There, thousands of Guakili warriors fought fiercely and just defeated another wave of chasing enemies. Red leaves were flying, and three thousand red monkey war groups gathered from all directions, driving away the defeated palm warriors and attacking the enemies behind. They held high the head of Palm Chief Zotor, howled like wolves, and fired deadly arrows.

"Awooo!"

"Palm Chief Zotor is dead!"

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Friendly troops were scattered, leaders were killed, both wings were attacked, and arrows rained down continuously. Under the continuous and fierce attacks of the dog race, the 3,000 palm warriors who went out of the city to fight had no time to stand firm before they were swept away by the defeated army and fled back. The disintegration was like a landslide, and the fierce wolf howls surrounded them on three sides, leaving only a deadly way to escape to the south.

The tragic defeat continued for 20 miles, from the ambush valley to the city of Apachingan. Along the way, the bodies of palm warriors were everywhere, most of them with their backs facing up.

Hundreds of canine warriors happily cut off the heads of fallen warriors and groped for their opponents' relics. Whenever they touch jade, gold and silver jewelry, the canine warriors cry out excitedly. Every time he touched any wood or stone ornament, Inuji cursed under his breath. The tribe had just settled down and was still extremely poor. As long as they could plunder two valuables and take them back, they would be worth a year's worth of farming! The canine warrior, who didn't touch anything, could only keep a cold face, holding a bronze spear and a long bow, and continued to pursue.

"Chase, keep chasing, don't stop! Damn it! Everyone has a share in the seized property!"

The red monkey Ozoma cursed and, together with Masat, drove the tribal warriors to continue the pursuit. Although ordinary tribal warriors fight bravely and are very tenacious in the face of adversity, as long as they win and are faced with the temptation of trophies, they will forget about the rules of combat. Their discipline is currently not comparable to that of the samurai army.

One day later, thousands of canine legions finally gathered again and marched to the gates of Apatchingan. After the war priests counted the war merits, they piled the heads of two thousand palm warriors into a temple, stacked within two hundred steps of the city. The morale in Apatchingan City instantly fell to the bottom.

The Palm Patriarch led 3,000 men to fight, but within a few days, he was defeated and died. Of the three thousand warriors, two thousand were killed and five hundred were captured. Only five hundred remaining soldiers escaped back to the city. The rebellious nobles of the southwest were in panic and were in fear day and night. Even though there are still 6,000 militiamen and 4,000 strong men in Apachingan City, after losing the warriors who are good at fighting, they completely lost the ability to fight outside the city.

Being trapped in an isolated city is bound to be a dead end. The only hope is the more than 10,000 reinforcements from "Shield" Chief Chimali!

Black Wolf Toltec and hundreds of personal guards stopped under the city of Apatchingan. He frowned and looked at the situation at the top of the city.

This important town in the southwest played an important role in the old dynasty. It was the frontline military city for the Kingdom of Tarasco to conquer the Tecos. Apatchingam State is named after this city. The entire city is not large, but the height of the city wall is nearly six meters, which is higher than Kuramo City. Because there are abundant stones in the nearby mountains, the towering city wall is made of granite and volcanic rocks of different sizes plus soil and corn mortar. Although the city wall in front of you looks ugly, it is actually very strong. In the past hundred years, the Tekos people invaded several times, but there was nothing they could do about this stone military city.

"No wonder Zotor dared to rebel. It turned out to be because of this strong city."

Black Wolf looked at it for a moment and muttered to himself. He pondered for a moment, then ordered five hundred red-haired hunters to shoot and cover, and five hundred Prepecha warriors to test and attack the city.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The red-haired hunters, wearing cotton armor, approached within eighty paces. They braved the scattered rain of arrows and fired at the archers at the top of the city! The arrows roared, intertwined with each other, and shot through the bodies of the soldiers. Dozens of people died in a matter of seconds!

Black Wolf frowned again. After surrendering to the kingdom, the southwest nobles also learned the craftsmanship of making long bows. At this time, the big bow on the city head flashed with great power. It would be difficult for the archers to close in and suppress them without taking huge casualties.

"Dong dong dong!"

The war drums sounded, echoing through the mountains and forests. Five hundred Prepecha warriors held high shields and carried simple wooden ladders, pressing towards the city wall of Apatchingan. The Prepecha warriors rushed within fifty steps, and the arrow rain from the top of the city immediately turned and began to penetrate the cotton armor and kill the warriors. Within twenty steps, the javelin from the top of the city was thrown down, breaking the shield and striking around the wooden ladder. Further back, the Apatchingan militiamen were carrying heavy stones and clay pots filled with lime, ready to drop them.

"Dip!.Dip!Dip!"

The Prepecha warriors withstood the fierce attack, but before they even approached the city, the retreating conch horn suddenly sounded. The warriors paused, then threw down the wooden ladder and hurriedly retreated. A burst of cheers suddenly erupted above Appachingan City.

"Ah? Dear Commander of the Black Wolf Army."

Ozoma looked at the black wolf Toltec.

"No fight! Ezpin's spear army is about to move westward. This broken city is so tough, let him chew it!"

Toltec looked calm and waved his hand. He would not do stupid things like attacking a strong city and fortress again.

"Apachingan is an isolated city and has completely lost its ability to fight in the field. Ozoma, leave five hundred people to guard it. We continue to move west! Koka has been keeping an eye on the 'Shield' tribe. Chief Chimali has more than 10,000 people. People have entered the Apa Plain!"

"Okay, legion commander! Let's have a good fight with these southern barbarians!"

"No, Chief Chimali's tribal warriors have just come out of the mountains and their morale is high. We will leave two thousand troops to hang on to him and won't fight for the time being."

"Ah? Commander of the army, where should we fight?"

Ozoma understood, but still pretended to be confused on his face.

"Ha ha!"

Toltec laughed out loud and taught proudly.

"Ozoma, you need to learn more! Guakili warriors travel across the wasteland and are the best at running! Let us go deep into the mountains and dig out his lair!"

"The legion commander is wise!"

"Ha ha!"

The black wolf's laughter dispersed into the wind, headed southwest, and turned into chilling thunder.