Chapter 335 An Unexpected Encounter

The October wind was full of killing intent, and even the sun became slightly cooler. Thousands of warriors marched silently through the scorched woodland, and there was a crackling sound when they landed. When they raised their feet again, their straw sandals were stained black by the wood ash. On the road, sporadic human-shaped charred bodies could be seen, but their identities could no longer be identified. The dangerous wildfire had just passed, and the birds and beasts in the mountains fled far away and never returned. Along the way, there were only traces of god-like destruction, leaving awe in the hearts of mortals.

"Lord God bless! Praise Your Highness!"

The pious prayer sounded from the warrior team and floated under the king's flag of the black wolf.

The king stopped and rested for a while. He raised his head and saw birds hovering in the sky and high mountains rising in the northeast. The further he went, the mountain path did not become narrower, but the terrain began to steepen. He looked into the forest again, and the scorched forest had a wide view, and he could see far away at a glance. The Guakili people did not harass here, and the army passed very smoothly.

"We set out in early August, and now it is halfway through October. The corn is about to be harvested, and the Guakili people are no longer short of food. I hope they will stay in the valley and not scatter and flee into the vast wilderness!"

Xuluot looked into the distance, thinking silently.

When they set out from the Otomi Mountain City, the three legions had more than 27,000 people, and there were thousands of militiamen to maintain the food route. The army marched north all the way, wiped out the tribes along the way, and then captured the Red Fox Valley. More than 2,000 people were killed and wounded, and the number of prisoners was close to 30,000. Then, 1,500 Otomi warriors and 3,000 militiamen were left behind to garrison in the valley and continue to maintain the food route. 3,000 Red Frog warriors were drawn out to follow the army to the east.

In the Eastern Mountain Road, Ottopan and Guamare warriors fought with the dog tribes several times, and 2,000 were killed and hundreds were injured. The number of enemies killed by the army was also roughly the same, more than 2,000 people.

"This is still the result of the support of the Mexica warriors. In fact, the combat power of the main force of the dog race is obviously higher than that of the Otomi Legion. They are swift in action, more flexible in tactics, and have a bonus in mountainous terrain. No wonder the Otomi tribes were suppressed in the previous invasion to the south."

Xuluot shook his head. The Otomi warriors of the three states are all recruited vassal legions. They are composed of private armies of various tribes and are not supported by the kingdom, so it is difficult to intervene in training. Although the discipline of these troops is poor, their combat effectiveness in the homeland is still good, and there is no problem in fighting a favorable battle.

Now, he has more than 21,000 troops in his hands. Seven thousand Ottopan Legion is leading the way in front, more than 5,000 Guards Legion is supporting the central army, and the remaining nearly 10,000 are in the rear army. The battlefield in the mountain road is limited in width. Even with the woodlands on both sides, at most more than 10,000 people on both sides can fight at the same time.

The long snake-like marching team stretched all the way for ten miles. After Xiuluot walked for half a day, a scout reported back.

"Your Highness, we encountered an enemy camp more than ten miles ahead! The flags of all the dog tribes are all there, and they are setting up camps in dangerous places to defend!"

The king was relieved to hear that the dog tribe was still there. Then, he led his personal guards and rushed for more than ten miles to the new camp of the dog tribe that was blocking the way. After looking at the terrain, he took a breath again.

The long mountain road suddenly turned north here, rising dozens of meters with the mountains on both sides, forming a steep slope. Both sides of the slope are rugged rocks, which are steep and difficult to climb. And a brand new camp stands at the end of the slope. The camp is high above, completely cutting off the mountain road!

Looking closely, this camp is actually very simple. There is a fence on the periphery, and behind it is a solid low wall made of wood and stone. On the low wall, the heads of densely packed tribal warriors are shaking, tens of thousands. And the number of red-haired hunters is more than a thousand. Seeing the attacking coalition forces, many dog ​​warriors shouted and cursed, and made various provocative movements, and seemed to be in high morale.

Xiuluot observed the demeanor of the enemy and divided them into two obvious categories. One category was shouting wildly, and the other category was silent and quiet. He quickly made a judgment.

"Most of them are new reinforcements, but not elite!"

Further back, the red dog's flag stood tall, and next to it were tribal flags surrounded on all sides. The flags were of different sizes, clearly distinguishing the primary and secondary. Beyond the flags, a large area of ​​messy grass nests and a half-built back wall could be vaguely seen.

"Haha, the dog people chose a good location, but built a turkey nest!"

Xiuluot looked for a moment and suddenly laughed. Then he looked at the Otomi generals.

"It's a pity that my black wolf is not here. Who is willing to be the vanguard and try for me?"

Chief Mespa lowered his head and remained silent. Chief Chalkki's expression flickered and hesitant. Only Prince Giova narrowed his eyes, stepped forward, and responded loudly.

"Your Highness, the Ottopan warriors can be the vanguard!"

Xuluot took in the reactions of the generals. Then, he nodded and smiled at Giova.

"Okay! Prince Giova, send out two thousand warriors, most of them with large shields, to test the quality of the dog race. I will send a thousand crossbowmen to support you!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Giova, wearing bronze armor, saluted and left.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Soon, the low drums began to beat, and a large number of gray-blue warriors lined up in front of the camp. Giova began to boost morale. Thousands of crossbowmen were in the back, ready to shoot and cover.

In the high camp, the dog races also separated one after another, busy like ants. The red-haired hunters occupied the best shooting positions and took out bows and arrows to prepare. Some tribal warriors held wooden boards and covered the hunters. Other warriors stood in front of the piled rocks, ready to throw at any time.

"Hey, there are some rules."

Shulot's eyes were sharp, focusing on the details of the camp. His eyes swept over a small conspicuous group of spearmen, then rested on the red dog's banner. There was a vague tall figure there, wearing the chief's wolf robe, also looking this way.

"Uman, the one wearing golden armor and a helmet is the Death Chief?"

Chichika narrowed her eyes and looked at the black wolf flag on the hill opposite, then tilted her head and asked.

"Uh, yes, Chief. I heard people say that there is magic on that flag. Don't look at it too much."

Uman held the shield in one hand and replied intermittently with his loyal guard in front of the Red Dog Chief. He had been hit by a samurai arrow in his left arm. The arrow penetrated nearly an inch of his flesh, but did not damage any bones. As the personal guard of the big leader, he naturally received the best treatment. The witch doctors and priests gave him spiritual "holy medicine", including thornless cactus balls and dried black feather jade slices.

In various parts of the northern wilderness, Wuyu Jade is widely used as medicine and has been passed down for more than five thousand years. The earliest archaeological specimens of later generations were found in Texas Aboriginal sites dating back to 3,700 years ago. It contains hordenine with antibacterial effect, which has a good killing effect on bacteria and fungi and can replace penicillin to a certain extent. It also has strong analgesic effects and is often used by women in severe pain during childbirth.

Of course, in various parts of the wilderness, the most important effect of black feather jade is to communicate with the divine heaven and earth in sacred religious rituals and obtain enlightenment from nature and gods. Simply put, it is hallucinogenic.

Chichika frowned slightly and looked at the stuttering bodyguard. This is the symptom after using too much Wuyuyu. Chief Red Dog's face darkened and he scolded.

"Uman, the holy medicine is the medium for priests to communicate with heaven and earth. It will corrode the souls of mortals. Even warriors cannot avoid it! The holy medicine has protected you and escaped from the inflammation infected by death. Now that your wound has improved, then from today Get up, you are not allowed to use the holy medicine anymore! As a warrior, you have to bear the pain yourself!"

"Well, it's up to you, Chief!"

Wuman's eyes straightened and he nodded vigorously.

Chichika continued to look at the black wolf flag, her eyes as fierce as a beast. He has more than 15,000 warriors under his command, and with the support of a dangerous camp, he is confident enough to withstand the cactus tribe!

A few hundred steps away, in the corner of the camp close to the mountain wall, the girl Alan was holding a hunting bow and looking at the black wolf flag in front of her. Her hair was dyed red and her chest was tied tightly with a tie. This was her first time as a warrior, participating in a battle with the Mexicans.

Seeing the black wolf's royal flag, Alan's heart was beating violently, and complex expressions were changing on his face. After a while, she gritted her teeth, clenched the bow and arrow in her hand, and asked the spear warrior beside her.

"Chippawa, this is the Mexica Legion?"

"Yes. This is the legion of the Mexica."

Chippawa was only seventeen or eighteen years old, a thin boy. He held a spear in both hands and stared at the army outside the camp with red eyes. Three thousand Mexica warriors, wearing platinum cloth face armor, lined up in order under the wolf's flag. Tens of thousands of Otomi warriors surrounded the surroundings, filling the entire valley. Soon, the memories of the battlefield came to his mind again, making him tremble with fear.

"They were the ones who destroyed the Kingdom of Tarasco and killed my father!"

Hearing this, Alan felt the same and his eyes were red. She stretched out her hand hard and pressed Chippawa's shoulders.

"Chipawa, don't be afraid! Mother Wilderness will guide you out of the nightmare you once had and become a fearless warrior! Just like what I experienced."

"Alan."

Chipawa looked at the girl in front of him gratefully, his heart suddenly beating very fast. After a while, he nodded vigorously.

"I'll be as brave as you!"

"Um!"

The girl looked at the pattern of the wolf flag and was lost in thought for a moment, then turned around and asked.

"Chippawa, you are from the Condor tribe in the south and know more about the Cactus tribe. What does this black wolf pattern represent? Is it very common?"

"Ah? Black wolf pattern? Hmm. I heard Captain Zucata say that the black wolf is the Mexica people's god of death. This is a very important god and should be very common in the Mexica Alliance!"

Chippawa racked his brains, trying to remember what the captain had said.

"In the Legion, this flag represents the Mexica people under the Temple of Death. During the Mexica invasion, he was the commander of the Northern Route Army and I was in the Southern Route Army, so I never really encountered him."

"Legend has it that he is the incarnation of the God of Death. He possesses terrifying magic power. He can turn into a running black wolf and project lightning that explodes like thunder. It was he who destroyed the strong river mouth fortress, defeated the supreme Condor King, and captured It was he who destroyed the majestic capital of the kingdom and burned down the sacred temple of the Three Gods and destroyed my hometown village!”

"Huh? This turns out to be a very common pattern."

Alan blinked his eyes, feeling a little disappointed for no reason. Then, she clenched the hunting bow in her hand and looked fiercely at the distant king under the wolf flag. The king wore a bronze helmet covering his face and golden bronze armor, as majestic as a god.

"Hmph! Is this the evil Mexica leader? If he dares to come close to the camp, I will shoot him to death with one arrow!"

Alan held his head high and confidently pulled the hunting bow. Then, she thought about it and added.

"By the way, daddy said that to deal with the thick skin of the Mexicans, shoot them in the calves and necks!"

"Alan, that's not thick leather, that's bronze armor."

Chippawa whispered.

"Bronze? What is that?"

"Well bronze is just hard, sharp gold."

"Can gold also be hard and sharp?"

Alan was a little confused. Although the North is desolate, there are many scattered open-air gold and silver mines. There are small ornaments made of gold and silver in various tribes in the wilderness.

"Ah, this."

Chipahua scratched his head. He was just an ordinary village militiaman and didn't really understand these things.

"Alan, anyway, our tribes are all in the back camp and live very close. Wait until the evening, I will let Captain Zukata come to talk to you! He is a senior kingdom warrior, very powerful, and knows a lot."

"Okay! Dad is also very interested in the southern tribes."

Then, the two stopped talking and just looked nervously at the army opposite.

The heavy drums gradually became more and more urgent. Two thousand Ottopan warriors finished their formation and began to attack. Under the command of an armored warrior, they held huge wooden shields, climbed along the mountain road, and slowly approached the towering camp.

Thousands of temple crossbowmen praised the name of the main god and followed the warriors closely. They held the best crossbows and looked fanatical. Soon, the crossbowmen approached within seventy steps, suddenly pulled down their swords, and raised their heads to shoot a rain of arrows!