Chapter 328 The King's Flag Arrives

At the end of September, there is a golden harvest, but also a withering murderous intention. Xiulote led the army and marched eighty or ninety miles eastward, finally arriving at Giowa's camp. As he looked around, there were rolling hills along the way, and towering mountains beyond. The smoke of the march was rising in the winding mountain road, and the fallen leaves of the shallow trees were also scattered in the mountains.

“The Sierra Madre Oriental Mountains are so majestic and continuous!”

Along the way, Shulot felt emotional. The Palms Valley is northeast of the Red Fox Valley and deep into the Sierra Madre Oriental Mountains. The distance between the two valleys is about 170 miles, which is all rugged and winding mountain roads. These mountain roads are of varying widths and are blocked by woods, making it very difficult for large armies to pass.

“The expedition to the north by the Guakili dog descendants was originally thought to be a duel on the flat wasteland, chasing death and chasing the north, but in the end it was just trekking through the mountains and attacking strongholds!”

Thinking of this, Shulot shook his head and laughed. The Guakili people have no herds and are a tough hunting group, accustomed to wilderness and mountains. They move like the wind, and when encountering powerful enemies, they will naturally hide in the wilderness and escape hundreds of miles away. But now that they were trapped by food, they stayed in two valleys and defended themselves according to danger.

"Raise the royal flag and ask Giowa to come over!"

Soon, Black Wolf's royal flag was erected on the hill outside the camp. Shulot climbed to a high place, overlooked the surrounding terrain, and observed the enemy's camp. Giowa was also cautious and accompanied the king.

"Giowa, you fought against the Red Dog Alliance before and lost thousands of people."

Shulot looked at the large canine camp and then at the dense forest near the camp.

"Red Dog Alliance, how is its combat strength?"

"Your Highness, the Guakili people opposite are divided into five tribes, led by the Red Dog tribe, but their combat capabilities are different."

Giowa thought for a while and answered calmly.

"The direct descendants of the Red Dog Tribe are quite good at fighting. They are slightly weaker than my elite when fighting in formation, and they are better than the Otopan warriors when fighting in the forest. But they are very cunning and always avoid fighting with the legions."

Then, Giowa paused, looking a little angry. He leaned down and complained like a house dog.

"Your Highness, the Red Dog Alliance has a large number of red-haired hunters, and their tactics are very flexible. They will harass the warriors at night, disturb the rest of the warriors, and even launch night attacks. They will also use provocation and false defeat tactics to lure the legion into the forest. and then engaged in a melee. Half of the thousands of people I lost were ambushed and killed in the forest without authorization. They were also extremely mean and concentrated a large number of sharpshooters to snipe the leader. Your Highness, please use the power of the Lord God. Destroy the enemy! If you hadn't given me the bronze armor, I would have gone to the Kingdom of God."

"Night harassment? Provocation and false defeat? Melee in the forest, beheading tactics? It's really familiar."

Shulot was silent.

"The Red Dog Alliance is like a pack of wolves in the wilderness. Their fighting style is more offensive. Even when the two armies are facing each other, they constantly choose to take the initiative to create pressure on their opponents. The weaknesses of the canine descendants are their poor equipment and impulsive personality. They are disciplined Not high, lacks defensive toughness.”

The king thought and looked across again. The Red Dog Tribe seemed to have discovered the arrival of reinforcements from the Alliance. They once again sent several teams of hundreds of elites to shoot arrows around the camp. Three more of them came along the mountains and forests towards the black wolf's king's flag.

"Your Highness, there is still a small group of dog descendants hidden in the forest! The enemy is attacking, will you return to the camp temporarily?"

Bertard looked at the birds in the forest and suggested with a solemn expression.

"No need! A thousand longbow guards and five hundred jaguar warriors are all here wearing armor. Why should I hide?"

Shulot smiled and ordered loudly.

"Bertard, I'll give you five hundred longbow guards, and go meet the canine hunter opposite!"

The warrior commander nodded. He personally led his longbow guards to the front of the hill and formed a defensive formation. Within a moment, the red-haired figure also formed a formation and rushed towards them as if flying.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Condescendingly, a hundred steps away, the guards began to fire arrows. The fierce arrows roared away, shooting down several hunters. Hundreds of canine hunters all lowered their bodies, using the cover of trees and hills to surround him from all directions, like a pack of wolves hunting in the wilderness. Not long after, the two sides were close to within fifty steps and began to shoot at each other.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The canine hunter stood up suddenly and fired arrows at the bodyguard. The precise bone arrow struck, piercing the vital part of the chest, but was blocked by the solid copper armor, making a thud of metal impact. The guards did not dodge, they narrowed their eyes and shot arrows steadily. Soon, sixty or seventy canine corpses lay under the hill.

"Ouch!"

The dog-born stalking in the forest finally arrived. Two hundred canine warriors suddenly burst out of the nearest mountain forest and rushed towards the flying black wolf flag. Shulot's expression did not change and he waved the command flag.

"Roar!"

Two hundred jaguar warriors roared. Wearing bronze armor and holding shields, they rushed forward a few steps and threw their spears! The heavy spear flew through the air, and the charging canine warrior was instantly pierced through the chest and abdomen, screaming and falling to the ground. This kind of penetrating injury cannot be treated, and as long as it is hit by a thrown spear, it means death. Then, the Jaguar warriors took out their war clubs, rushed into the enemy formation, and began to kill wantonly.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The rain of arrows whizzed back and forth, and the canine-born hunters dispersed completely. They were suppressed by the guards and could not even lift their heads. Their arrows pierced the thick skin on the opposite side, and the arrows hit the vital points, but the opponent was unscathed. As long as one arrow from the personal guard is shot, it can pierce the hunter's cloth and cotton armor, causing them serious injury or death.

"Captain Wuman, we can't fight anymore! The other side is full of thick skins, let's retreat!"

Amosi crouched down, hiding behind a rock, and whispered to Captain Red Dog.

"It's useless to shoot like this! In the Red Fox Valley, we have fought with cactus warriors many times! It takes five or six warriors to surround and kill such a thick skin at the same time. They are also wearing helmets. If you shoot arrows, you must shoot the calf or throat!"

"Damn it! Don't compare the cowards of the Red Fox Valley with the warriors of our Red Dog tribe!"

Uman cursed. He popped up again in disbelief, aimed at the warrior leading the opposite side, and shot an arrow straight at the throat!

The dangerous sound broke through the air, and the warrior's body reacted first. Bertard lowered his head slightly and tilted his body. The arrow shot past the helmet, making a sharp metal scraping sound. Then, the warrior leader turned around suddenly, cast a stern look, and pulled the longbow in his hand again.

"Swoosh!"

Amosi pulled Uman's body and pulled him behind the boulder. The sharp copper arrows brushed their red hair and shot into the soil with a "puff", and the arrowheads sank two inches!

"Ah!"

Uman's face changed drastically and his body trembled. He barely got up from the ground and raised his bow to fight back.

"Captain Uman! The raiding warriors were defeated by the tiger heads! There is no hope for a sneak attack, retreat quickly!"

Amosi held Uman down again and tried to persuade him. Uman is the personal guard of the Red Dog Chief Chichika and a warrior of the tribe. He must not die here!

Two days ago, Amosi was forcibly recruited to the camp by the Red Dog Chief to serve as his personal follower. The Red Dog Chief asked him about the intelligence of the southern tribe from time to time. He answered one by one, and at the same time silently learned the chief's means of ruling the tribe. Today, the black wolf's flag came from the mountain road in the west. He told the chief that this was the death chief himself, and it was best to evacuate as soon as possible. The Red Dog Chief did not comment. Wuman suggested to launch a sneak attack, and Chichika nodded in praise, and asked Amosi, who knew the cactus tribe, to attack together.

"The Death Chieftain has boundless magic power and countless thick skins around him, so how can he be attacked so easily?"

Amosi looked at the fierce cactus warriors and sighed in his heart.

"The chieftain has arrived with his personal guard tribe, and this battle is doomed to be a disaster. How can the Red Crow tribe get out of this?"

I have been busy these days, working on a project, and I am really sorry.