The rapid sound of war drums echoed through the mountains, and the fierce shouts of killing drowned out the miserable howls. The pungent blood was scattered in the camp, dyeing the withered and yellow grass and trees red. Suddenly, a burst of excited shouts sounded from the vanguard of the attacking camp.

"The enemy has escaped!..."

Shulot stood on the hill to watch the battle. He saw nearly two thousand Guamare warriors like a grey-blue tide, shouting and surging, pouring into the camp in the mountains. The canines were gradually unable to resist, and retreated to the rear camp in a chaotic manner, and some places seemed to be on fire. Then, a chief guard held a spear, took down the red monkey flag in the battalion, and ran to the rear.

"The camp is down. Chalky did a great job!"

The king smiled and nodded slightly. A large group of dog descendants are breaking away from the back of the camp, leaving only two or three hundred people in the rear, obviously it can't last for long. The king looked at the samurai chief beside him.

"Bottard, bring five hundred personal guards and go to the front to restrain the vanguard. You are not allowed to enter the forest to hunt down and fight with the enemy!"

"As ordered!"

The samurai chief bowed his head. Then, he turned around and watched the situation in the camp while summoning his personal guards, frowning after a while.

"Your Highness, the camp is on fire."

Shilot looked from a distance and saw sporadic flames ignited on the hay. At this time, a large pile of wood had already been ignited. But for a moment, the pungent thick smoke rose from the fierce battle camp, the fighting figures became shadowy, and the shooting feather arrows gradually became sparse.

"The fire started very quickly... The canines were well prepared and set fire on their own initiative!"

"Indeed. The canines took the initiative to burn down the camp. It seems that they have been preparing to retreat, and their will to fight is not high."

Bertard nodded in agreement, then looked worried.

"There is no rain in the dry season. The camp is close to the mountains and forests. Once a fire breaks out, it may be difficult to extinguish!"

"The wildfire..."

Shulot looked at the surrounding mountains and forests, remembered the scene in his memory, and ordered decisively.

"Blow the snail! Order the vanguard to retreat!"

"DiDi!...DiDi!..."

The sound of the retreating snail horn blew sharply, passing through the mountain road of hundreds of meters, through the gradually thick black smoke, and directly to the fighting camp.

It was late autumn, the sky was dry and the vegetation turned yellow, and a lot of dry grass and wood were deliberately stored in the camp, which was easy to burn. Once the surging fire rose, it quickly lost control and rushed to the surrounding fiercely.

Hundreds of soldiers in the front line had red eyes, and they were still tightly entangled in the black smoke smoked by fireworks. While coughing hard, they fought fiercely, turning each other or themselves into corpses. Surrounded by flames and thick smoke, blood splattered recklessly, and the corpses fell on top of each other. Then, the churning flames licked, and there was a strange aroma in the air.

Chalky bowed his waist and coughed to give the order to withdraw. He ignored the front line surrounded by flames, and only took the more than 1,000 warriors in the back line and quickly fled to the outside of the camp.

The mountain wind blew wildly, and the flames kept coming, igniting the armor of the warriors. The middle-aged chief kept at his feet, flapping the flames stained on the cotton armor in his hands. By the time he escaped from the camp, the cotton armor was burnt out, and even a large section of his hair was slashed.

Barda looked at the bald black-faced middle-aged chief and held back his smile. Well, middle-aged bald, inexplicably fit. Then, he looked forward, and the billowing smoke rose up, completely obscuring the sight of the shooting. The hot wind was blowing from the front, and it still warmed people across the distance of dozens of steps.

It didn't take long for a mournful howl to sound in the burning camp, and a vaguely smoking figure ran wildly, and then fell to the ground. The suffocating smoke rendered the warriors incapacitated, the fire came, and they burst into a final sound, followed by a burning crackle.

"The fire is so big, the fighting Guamare warriors..."

Barda sniffed the burnt smell in the wind and shook his head. He quickly waved his stick and shouted to the left and right.

"The whole army retreats, away from the mountains and forests on both sides!"

On the edge of the forest, the Red Monkey Chief Ozoma looked ashen and stared blankly at the fire that engulfed the camp.

The blazing flames continued to extend, like a terrifying demon. The demon opened its mouth wide and completely engulfed the camp. It was so greedy and eager for life that it not only devoured the more than 400 Guamare warriors in the front, but also devoured the more than 200 canine warriors in the rear. Then, it stretched out its burning fire claws and rushed towards the mountains and forests on both sides. And the thick smoke, like the scouts of the demons, has already poured into the forest one step ahead, forcing the ambush soldiers out. Thousands of canine warriors screamed in terror and chaos.

Red Deer Chief Massat ran out of the forest and ran quickly to the front. He looked at the wildfire that was burning more and more intensely, dyeing the sky black, his face suddenly turned pale, and then he was full of anger.

"Cough! Cough!...Damn red monkey, what have you done!"

"I was...preparing a surprise for the Mexicans...and set a fire..."

Orzoma looked at the flames rushing in front of him, smiling and crying on his face. He just wanted to set the camp on fire, but he never thought to set the whole mountain on fire.

However, within a few quarters of an hour, the fire in the camp had completely blocked the mountain road, and it was rolling in the wind without stopping, igniting the oily pines and cypresses. Soon, a fire also ignited in the forest, and the rolling heat wave hit the face, and many canine warriors were ignited by the flames and retreated in horror.

"Damn! Damn! My red hair! ... Orzoma, are you trying to burn us all by setting such a fire in the autumn forest!"

Massat covered his hair and stepped forward angrily. Then he grabbed Orzoma's collar with one hand and shook it vigorously back and forth.

"What are you looking at here! The mountain fire is on! There is no rain at this time, and it is impossible to destroy the forest for more than ten kilometers without burning it! Why don't you run away with me? The mountains and forests are completely different from the wasteland. Thank you for being smart. The red monkey..."

Massat roared a few words, then grabbed Ozoma's arm and ran to the camp behind him with hundreds of guards. The canine warriors of the two tribes also stumbled along the mountain road and fled to the east. From time to time, panicked dogs fell and were injured, and were swallowed up by the chasing wildfires.

The vast and long wind rolled along the mountain road, and the huge mountain fire also spread with the wind. Thick smoke obscured the sky, and the wind was filled with the pungent smell of smoke. Once a forest fire starts, it cannot be put out by manpower. In the face of the ferocious flames, tens of thousands of allied warriors and canine warriors were forced to retreat to both ends, retreating ten miles in a row.

Shulot abandoned the Red Deer Camp and retreated all the way to the rear camp. He first urgently ordered the army to retreat, then summoned thousands of warriors, collected all the bronze axes of the guards, and cut down an isolated firebreak day and night in the sparsely forested area. Within two days, the fire burned along the mountains and forests, devoured the Red Deer Camp, and burned until the front.

In this age of civilization, the flames of nature were always given the will of the gods and burned in the hearts of warriors. In the face of the incoming fire, the Otomi warriors panicked, regarded it as an ominous omen, and clamored for the withdrawal of the army.

"Praise the supreme Lord God! He protects us, and the fire cannot come!"

Before the mighty mountain fire, the king built a high altar and held sacred ceremonies. In order to appease the greedy gods, and to appease the tens of thousands of panicked and restless troops~lightnovelpub.net~ 260 canine prisoners sacrificed in the ceremony and were bound and thrown into the fire. After the grand sacrificial ceremony, the raging fire finally stopped in front of the fire belt.

"Huhu... The mountain fire has finally stopped, and the military spirit of the Otomi warriors has also stabilized!"

With a solemn expression, Shulot stood on the altar several meters high and looked at the legion under his feet. Thousands of Otomi warriors fell in unison, praying devoutly to the main god, asking for the blessing of the gods. Then, 20,000 warriors got up one after another and looked at the king with reverence as if they were looking at a god.

"The power of mountain fires is so great..."

Shulot looked to the east, and the flames of the sky were still burning in the mountains and forests at both ends, devouring all living things. Flocks of birds fled far away, and the burnt forest was full of dead silence. Seeing this scene, a new strategy appeared in the king's heart.

"Well, I don't know the other dog, what's the current situation?"

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