The huge fireball cut through the night sky, dragged out a meteor-like trajectory, and fell on the dog-born cottage, sending out billowing smoke. Countless rockets came from the mountains like rapid showers, igniting dry grass nests, and gathering fire in the camp. A thunderous roar resounded in the silent night, like the wrath of a god, descending an irresistible catastrophe.

"Ah! The magic of the gods!"

Amoxi raised his head in shock, the fire in front of his eyes was full of fire, and the terrifying thunder sounded in his ears. He smelled the burning scorch, and the blood that quickly diffused. Thousands of canine warriors shouted and clashed in the camp, fighting indiscriminately, and fell into chaotic madness!

"Fire and thunder, blood and death... are the magic of the Great Chief!"

Miwa looked in awe, looking at the place where the fireball rose. He stretched out his hand and held the sun talisman hidden in his clothes.

"Praise the Lord! Pray for your forgiveness..."

After a brief pause, Miwa looked at Amoshi again. This time, his eyes were full of killing intent, and there was no hesitation.

"Amosy!"

"Alan, my daughter!"

When the fire came, Amoxi suppressed the tremor in his heart. He took a deep look at the completely chaotic camp, and suddenly let out a low roar, throwing the stone spear in his hand at Miwa. Then, Chief Scarlet Crow quickly turned around and fled into the forest behind without looking back.

"let's go!"

Several elite red crows also followed the chief, turning around and fleeing like foxes.

Miwa jumped, avoiding the incoming spear. Then, he raised his hunting bow and aimed a sharp arrow at Amoxi's back!

"Whoosh!"

The night was dark and shadowy. Amoxi lowered his body like a turkey and ran along the "zigzag" shape, dodging the incoming bone arrows.

"Whizzing!"

Miwa shot twice in a row, but both missed. He looked at Amoxi, who was running very fast, and roared unwillingly and angrily.

"Amoxi, you red crow like a fox!"

"Head, do we want to hunt down in the forest?"

The red frog warriors next to them gathered around and waited for the leader's order. Miwa looked fierce, looked at the backs of the few who were about to disappear into the forest, and resolutely gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"No! Let's raid the Great Horde's camp and spread the chaos...for the sake of Chief Koka!"

The Red Frog Warriors looked at each other in dismay, and then they all brought death will. Dozens of people kept their heads down and went to the nearest Red Monkey Camp first.

The chaos in the rear battalion continued and became more brutal. The living ran in the chaos, and the corpses burned in flames. The brutal camp roar only took a moment, and the entire camp was completely out of control. Different tribes collided with each other, smashed into a ball, killed a ball, and died in a ball!

At this moment, the other tribes are enemies! A dozen howling tribesmen waved their weapons and charged frantically.

Alan raised his hunting bow and shot three arrows in a row without hesitation, knocking down the three closest fighters. The other Red Raven warriors mercilessly waved their battle sticks and stabbed out stone spears, killing these approaching "enemies". More than one hundred Red Crow elites gathered into a team like this and stood guard in the corner of the camp.

"Alan, more and more tribes are coming, and the camp is getting more and more chaotic! We can't wait here!"

Chief's personal guard Mo Qi shouted anxiously. The soldiers were awakened by Alan in advance and were able to gather in advance. This quarter of an hour after waking up early, at this time, is the difference between life and death. Alan is the chief's daughter and an excellent red-haired hunter. Everyone accepted the kindness, and they acquiesced to Alan as the leader and temporarily accepted her command.

"Uncle Moqi, Dad hasn't come back yet!"

Alan gritted his teeth, stood on tiptoe, and looked in the direction of the forest. The continuous firelight made the nearby camp red, but the mountains and forests in the distance could not be seen clearly. There was only deep darkness, and from time to time there was a huge roar like a beast, as if to devour life.

"Ying Xiao, can't wait any longer!"

The red-haired hunters all gathered around and looked at Alan with serious expressions. They temporarily obey Alan's command, but they will not obey all the time. Seeing this scene, Mo Qi took two steps closer and said with certainty.

"The chief is far away and can't come back! The elites of the tribe are all here, hurry up and take the soldiers away!"

"But..."

"Alan, don't forget the old chief's words. The continuation of the tribe is everything, no one can't sacrifice... Take the warriors away! If the chief really can't come back, there will be a new chief to lead everyone. I hope , that person can be you!"

"Uncle Mozzi..."

Alan bit his lip hard, and the pain made him more awake. She looked at the camp and saw a scene like hell. Flames blazed, tribesmen howled and slaughtered, and corpses lay down everywhere. The girl hunter finally made a decision.

"Go! Go north, go back to the old camp! Whoever blocks our retreat will kill him!"

"Ow!"

The red crow warriors howled in unison, and then under the leadership of Alan, they killed the mountain road in the north.

Hundreds of meters away, at the Red Monkey Camp, a fight just stopped.

"Zukata, continue to form a gun formation and guard the camp gate! Whoever rushes will be killed! Red-haired elite, command the warrior team. Take out the prepared soil and put out the flames in the camp!"

"Yes, Chief!"

Zukata replied in a muffled voice.

The red monkey camp has complete fences and camp gates. Although part of it has been burned, it is generally intact. At this moment, Zukarta was standing at the gate of the camp with his spear in both hands. Beside him is a small formation of spears of forty or fifty people, and in front of him are dozens of fallen canine corpses. The young militiaman Chipava also held a spear in both hands and mixed with several old Tarrasco brothers, but there was no blood on the spear tip.

"Boom boom boom!"

Four thunders rang out again, and panicked prayers rang out in the camp. The indiscriminate rockets ignited vegetation and illuminated hundreds of terrified faces.

The center where the tribal warriors gathered was the fire pit of the camp. Orzoma, panting, stood in the firelight, reassuring him loudly as he counted his warriors. His cloth-covered bronze armor was already full of bright red, like the **** battle stick in his hand.

The Mexican attack was sudden, loud and shocking. There was chaos in the camp for a while, with some people taking the lead in howling, and many people running around indiscriminately.

The Red Monkey Chief personally led the guards to suppress it. Without identifying his identity, he killed dozens of people in the battalion before he managed to stabilize the situation. Then, there were scattered tribesmen rushing in, and unidentified enemies attacked the camp. The sudden chaos continued for a moment, and dozens of soldiers were killed in the tribe before the enemy was killed.

At this time, after a little count, the number of the Red Monkey Warriors was reduced by one-third, and the number of soldiers was less than 1,000.

"Damn it! My warrior!"

Orzoma's heart was bleeding. He looked at the night sky, and another round of fireballs struck, roaring into the camp ahead.

The shadow of the mountain fire not long ago was deeply engraved in the hearts of tens of thousands of canine warriors. At this time, the skyfire attacked again, and the camp in front finally collapsed! Countless figures fled from the camp and slammed into another camp frantically. Then, thousands of soldiers from the two camps fought each other fiercely as if possessed by demons. Within half a quarter of an hour, the screams and howls followed the wind, like the dying songs of autumn birds.

"God! The divine weapons of the Mexicas are so terrifying! ... Mother Earth, please bless me, don't let the fireball hit here! Lord God of Mexica, please bless me too, I I will offer sacrifices devoutly!"

Orzoma muttered to himself, praying to the gods in the sky, full of fear in his heart. Just a little bit, just a little while ago, the Red Monkey Camp will be completely collapsed! With a solemn expression, he asked the scout's cronies.

"Which two camps are those?"

"The bombing camp was the flamingo camp, and the red salamander camp was hit."

At night, it was difficult to identify the position, and the scout cronies narrowed their eyes and confirmed it for a while before answering affirmatively.

"Haha, dog bites dog, a mouthful of hair. Damn flamingos, red salamanders, make you laugh at me before!"

Ozoma cursed bitterly, and then became nervous again.

"The two camps are near the Red Dog Main Station!"

"Yes, Chief! The Red Dog is over there, the one that burns the most!"

Hearing this, Ozoma hurriedly raised his head and looked at the main business of Red Dog. The main business was mainly attacked by the Mexicans, and fires were lit everywhere. In the raging fire, sporadic red dog warriors escaped from the camp and disappeared into the darkness. However, the main force of the Red Dog Camp did not seem to collapse, and there was no hysterical howl.

"Chichika leader... hey!"

Ozoma's expression changed, and different ideas collided violently in his mind, and then turned into a long sigh.

"What about Red Deer Camp?"

"As soon as the night attack began, the Red Deer Tribe fled north in a swarm! It seems that Chief Massat took the lead and ran first."

The scout cronies had no scruples and asked sincerely.

"Chief, the rear battalion has also collapsed, and all the ministries are in chaos. The Mexicans will definitely attack tomorrow morning! ... Shall we flee now?"

"...No. Defend the camp, wait a moment! Running away at night, colliding with each other, I don't know how much it will be scattered and how many will be injured."

Orzoma pondered for a while. He looked towards the camp. Under the command of the red-haired elite, the soldiers had gradually restored order and were guarding the camp. Chief Red Monkey made up his mind and ordered.

"The Mexica's magic weapon is only loud thunder and little rain. As long as we don't mess up, so many people won't die! We... wait until dawn!"

"Listen to you! Chief is smart."

The trusted nod should be yes, with a smile on his face.

"Well, the camp has stabilized. You are out in charge of the situation, and I'm going back to the big tent."

Orzoma looked around, and suddenly his expression flashed. He involuntarily lowered his voice.

"Send two people to secretly **** the enemy leader who was captured just now into the big tent!"

"Ah, the boss just now? He was hit with a spear~lightnovelpub.net~ is Zukarta's trophy. Chief, what do you want him to do? It's just a stocky red-haired hunter..."

"Stupid! This attack was sudden, very clear, and must have been premeditated. Behind him... don't ask! Give Zukata a reward, ask people to come, go!"

"Listen to you! Chief is smart."

The cronies leave immediately. Orzoma straightened up and looked at Shi Ye. The flames fell from the sky, and although they burned everywhere, they did not form a fierce flame. Thousands of soldiers of various divisions ran about in the firelight, rushing to kill each other, and very few were burned to death.

"The mountain camp lacks fuel to form a wildfire that destroys everything."

Orzoma sighed softly, chanting in a low voice like a wasteland priest.

"But the flames of people's hearts have been raging, and they can no longer be extinguished!"

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