The long wind blows over the vast plateau, and the mountains rise and fall under the high sky. The rainy season is over and the land is dry again. The smoke of the march rose from the ground and changed its shape in the air. A skilled general can know the size of the army just by looking from a distance.

With several red-haired guards, Chichika climbed the highest hill and looked down on the battle in the mountains.

Chichika is less than forty, with a full forehead, fierce eyes, and angular face, with the power of a senior soldier. He has weathered the wind and sand of the wasteland, with deep marks on the corners of his eyes, following tribal tradition, and his cheeks are painted with red tattoos. At this time, he was wearing a rough wolf robe, with spiritual wolf feet hanging from his neck, and raptor feathers tied around his arms. At a glance, you can see that this is a long-term and experienced wasteland chief.

The red dog chief looked around, and the rolling hills came into view. The hill is covered with undulating shallow trees and also surrounded by large swathes of vultures. It was late autumn, the trees were still green, and in the shadow of the mountains, it looked deep and chilling. This is a branch of the Sierra Madre Oriental, between the city of Palms and the Valley of the Red Fox. The towering mountain range gradually slows down to become rolling hills.

A mountain pass runs along the edge of the hill for hundreds of miles from east to west. It is also possible to march on the hills, but it is blocked by trees from time to time, making it difficult for the brigade to pass. Eight thousand Otomi warriors camped in units of a thousand on the hills and mountain roads. Eight rudimentary camps stretched for miles, blocking the passage of the canine army to the west.

And thousands of Canine tribes also camped in the east of the mountain road, far away from the Otomi camp. At this moment, hundreds of red-haired warriors were approaching the opposite camp from the hills, using the cover of the trees to shoot at the Otomi archers. The whistling arrows are going back and forth in the air, the number is sparse, but it is extremely sharp! From time to time, soldiers from both sides fell, and most of them were gray-blue figures. The Otomi are clearly at a disadvantage in the pair.

The annoying harassment has been going on for a long time, and the Otomi warriors in the camp have not been able to rest for a long time, and have become abnormally irritable. Moments later, a low horn sounded, and the Otomi people suddenly opened the camp door. More than 800 warriors in cotton armor shouted sharply, rushed out of the camp, and killed the dogborn who were harassing in the woods.

Seeing this scene, Chichika grinned, showing murderous intent. He whispered to the guards on the left and right.

"Go down and prepare, use the old way of hunting with wolves!"

The chiefs and guards nodded and left. Soon, the Otomi warrior rushed to the red-haired warrior. The red-haired warriors fired another round, wounding a dozen warriors, then turned and fled into the forest. The Otomi warriors threw their javelins in a fierce pursuit. From time to time, the trailing red-haired warriors were shot with javelins and then beheaded by the samurai with clubs.

"Drip!"

The snail horn to withdraw troops sounded in the camp. Dozens of senior warriors rushed out of the camp, ordering the warriors to return. However, the troops in pursuit are extremely difficult to restrain. The cold arrows of the red-haired warrior kept coming, stirring the heart of the Otomi warrior. At least half of the samurai who killed the red-eyed went directly into the depths of the forest, regardless of it.

The woods hindered the warriors' connection and disrupted the battle formations they were good at. In the deep forest, tragic small-scale fighting broke out from time to time, accompanied by faint screams, and entangled the fallen figures from both sides. Although the Otomi people are also skilled mountain people, compared with the beast-like canines, they have no advantage in the mountains and forests.

Before long, a large number of flexible figures flashed in the forest. Under the leadership of the chief's personal guard, hundreds of canine warriors gathered from all sides. The scream of killing was fierce in an instant, shaking the birds in the forest!

A canine warrior leaped out of the woods, swung a stone hammer, and slammed into the back of the Otomi warrior. The samurai let out a scream, and fell to the ground in an instant, followed by another hammer. Another senior warrior saw this tragic scene, his eyes were red, he swung his battle stick precisely, and slashed the neck of the dog. The dog descended with a miserable howl, fell to the ground, stacked with the corpse on the ground, and the blood blended into one.

More canines were surrounded from all sides. The senior samurai wielded battle sticks and shields with all their might, and pressed against the backs of the other three samurai, responding to the surrounding attacks.

"Whoosh!"

A precise bone arrow came through the air, and with a "puchi", it accurately shot into the eyes of the senior warrior, and a shrill scream resounded through the forest. The senior warrior bled from his eyes and dropped his weapon in pain. He overturned on his back, rolling frantically on the ground, and then he suffered a pain in his left chest. After struggling twice, he was completely silent.

The red-haired canine pulled out the copper spear that pierced the heart, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was slightly admiring. This captured weapon is really sharp, and it is said that there are many tribes in the south. He looked at the remaining three warriors, then took a step back cautiously, and continued to command the ordinary canine warriors to fight, and once again changed to hunting bows in his hands.

Similar scenes continue to play out in the forest. In the close-quarters fighting, the brute force of the canines is brought into full play. And without the cover of battle, the Ortomi warriors fell like cornstalks, breaking into different shapes.

But within two quarters of an hour, the forest was completely quiet. The long wind blew, with a strong **** smell. Then, the canines began to look down, collecting available weapons and cotton armor, looking for personal daggers and necklaces, and even stripping the dead Otomi warriors.

"Ha ha!"

Chichika laughed outrageously. After a while, the chief guard came to report again. Under the siege of the tribal warriors, more than 400 Otomi warriors were completely destroyed in the woods in the mountains, and almost no one escaped. The canines only lost half of the ordinary Ding Zhuang, as well as a dozen elite red-haired warriors.

Chief Red Dog nodded and gave a few words in a low voice. It didn't take long for hundreds of red-haired soldiers to approach the past again, shouting loudly, and harassing the camp with arrows. This time, the camp gate was always closed, and the Otomi warriors just stood firm in the camp and never attacked again.

Chichika looked fiercely for a long time before speaking to the guard.

"The morale of this camp has fallen. Tonight, choose a hundred or ten redheads who can attack at night, kill me and set fire to it!"

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