Chapter 325 Fighting in the Mountains Part 2

"At your command, Chief!"

The personal guard Wuman nodded, with a ruthless look on his face.

"I will personally lead the team at night and kill the Otomi native dog properly!"

"Haha! Very good, a brave warrior should be fearless!"

Chichica laughed. He stretched out his fist and hit Uman's chest hard. Then, Chief Red Dog looked coldly towards the forest where the fighting stopped.

"Uman, chop off the heads of the hundreds of Otomi warriors who died in battle! The heads are piled outside the next camp. If the Otomi come out for revenge, hunt again!"

"At your command, Chief!"

Wuman nodded repeatedly. Then, he pointed to the centermost camp, where a flying bird flag was flying. Hundreds of archers were stationed in the camp, and some warriors still held longbows.

"Chief, why not just pile the heads outside the camp of Chief Otomi! If he continues to cower like a turtle, the morale of the local dogs will not be good!"

Hearing this, Chichika narrowed her eyes and looked at the fortified Ottomi camp.

"Okay, bring the redhead who is good at shooting and let's go do it!"

"At your command, Chief!"

Uman looked excited and left quickly. Soon, the dead forest became noisy again. Hundreds of canine descendants, carrying their bloody heads, lined up in a loose formation and rushed to a distance of more than a hundred steps outside the camp. They insulted the people in the camp wantonly, and then piled their heads on the soft soil, dyeing the soil with bright red.

Under the flag of Asuka, Giowa clenched his fists and looked at the provocative dog-born outside the camp, burning with anger.

"Damn the Guakili Hounds! Damn the Red Dog Chief! Damn it!"

Giowa beat his chest angrily, and the bronze cloth armor made a metallic collision sound. He felt the solidity of the metal, remembered His Highness's military strategy, and calmed down a little.

"His Highness has said that as a commander, you must restrain your emotions, especially not send troops when you are angry. You must give full play to your own advantages and limit the enemy's advantages. The dog-born are good at close combat in the mountains and forests. Compared with them, the Otopan warriors are good at formation fighting. "

"The king of birds of the Otomi people, the shrunken armadillo, the short lynx!"

The insults outside the camp became more and more unbearable and could be heard.

"Damn it, damn it! Guard warrior, come with me to fight!"

Giowa's eyes were red and he ordered angrily. In the past few days, he has been refusing to fight. The warriors have complained that the new leader's prestige has been shaky. Today the front camp even attacked without permission and suffered many losses. If the canine is allowed to be humiliated again, the military morale of the Otopan warriors will really be lost!

While Giowa was thinking hard, looking for an excuse to attack, he put on a bronze helmet and inserted several bright feathers. Then, he reached out and touched the strong metal armor, thought carefully for a while, and then put on a tough leather robe. The coyote-like prince carefully made all preparations, then took all the archers and led a thousand warriors out of the camp.

The horn of attack sounded loudly, and the elite Ottopan warriors rushed out of the camp. They were divided into two formations. The front formation attacked hundreds of provocative canine warriors, while the rear formation raised their big bows and fired at the canine warriors further behind.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

A fierce rain of arrows roared in, and sharp screams ripped through the forest. In an instant, more than twenty dog-born people were dead. Soon, the samurai who came out of the battle started fighting with the provocative canine. After only a moment of fighting, the warriors killed dozens of canine warriors, and the rest fled to the rear like a pack of rats.

"well!"

In the mountain forest behind, Uman held the captured longbow, full of excitement before hunting. Behind him, there were three hundred red-haired men who were good at shooting, and five hundred warriors who were ready for close combat. The elites of the Red Dog tribe are ambushing here, ready to launch a sharp attack on the leader of the Otomi people at any time.

Under the protection of his personal guards, Giowa ferociously pursued and killed the defeated enemies, demonstrating the bravery of the new leader. He kept shouting loudly and swung his war stick vigorously, killing the enemies who dared to resist. The Coyote Prince's bright plumage flutters above his head, so eye-catching.

The charging warriors were inspired by their leader, their morale was high, and they shouted loudly.

"The leader of the mountain city, the skilled archer bird king!"

Giowa rushed for a moment, killed several enemies, and then gradually slowed down. He took a breath, the armor and the leather robe were a bit heavy. Then, Prince Coyote looked around, saw the forest a hundred steps away through the gap in his visor, and stopped completely.

"In this charge, the leader's bravery is enough! If there are any more nobles who talk nonsense, they can use thunderous means. Fighting in the mountains and forests is too risky. The cunning Guakili people will definitely have an ambush, so they still order the warriors Let’s retreat!”

In the forest, Uman frowned. The leader on the opposite side actually stopped and summoned his guards, as if he had no intention of continuing.

"Bah, the cowering armadillo stopped midway through the charge! The last leader of Otomi was a warrior who personally led the charge and defeated two thousand tribal warriors head-on!"

Uman let out a loud "poof". Of course, the fate of the last Otomi leader's brave charge was to be ambushed by the red-haired man he led and shot to death with random arrows. Thinking of this, he tightened his grip on the longbow in his hand and became excited again.

"With this captured big bow, let me shoot you to death too!"

"Didi!"

The conch horn to withdraw troops sounded in the mountain road. Giowa himself blew the conch horn to summon the warriors to retreat. The charging Ottopan warriors gradually stopped. They looked back for a moment and then moved closer to the "brave" prince.

"Can't wait any longer!"

Uman suddenly let out a wolf howl, blew his bone whistle, and then shouted to the redheads behind him.

"Dudu! All the elites of the tribe charge! Get close and shoot to hunt the bird king of the Otomi people!"

"Ouch! The King of Hunting Birds!"

The eight hundred red dog warriors howled like wolves, then fiercely rushed out of the forest and charged towards Giowa not far away. Seeing this scene, a large group of Otopan warriors also gathered together, and a fight broke out in front of the forest.

The ambush enemy appeared from the forest and ran straight towards them. Although Giowa had expected it, he was still shocked. He subconsciously prepared to turn around and run away, then forcibly stopped himself. Prince Coyote looked to the left and right and whispered.

"Give me a shield!"

Hundreds of tribal warriors were as powerful as mad tigers. They made almost no defense, wielding stone hammers and bronze spears, and charged desperately at the enemy leader. Wuman personally led dozens of red-haired people and rushed to the front. He was like a running lynx, approaching within seventy steps of Giowa. Then, he quickly stopped, raised his long bow, and aimed a fierce arrow at the leader of Otomi with feathers on his head!