Aztec Eternals

"Amoxi, has the cactus warrior caught up?"

The leader of the red dog stood on the hill and asked in a cold voice. His eyes were red, his face was full of murderous intent, but he suppressed and remained calm. Behind him, there are hundreds of red-haired hunters following, and a red dog flag fluttering.

"Boss, it's been more than a day. We have already traveled fifty or sixty miles, and the road is difficult to walk. The cactus warrior did not catch up, at least ten miles away."

Amosi stood behind Chichika, also looking south. As far as the eye can see, there is a scene of rout. In the narrow mountain road, the dog descendants of various tribes were randomly mixed together with simple clothes and incomplete weapons. Thousands of tribal warriors rushed towards the old camp in the north in a panic, and the speed was not slow at all.

The rapid march raised smoke and dust all over the sky, startling birds in the mountains and forests. Vultures and crows circled and danced, making ominous croaks from time to time. Farther away, the Mexica flag looms in the distance. A large group of gray-blue and dark-green figures swayed among the mountains in the sky, like crawling giant snakes, greedily devouring all the tribes that fell behind.

"The enemy there, what's going on?"

Chichika stood for a moment, pointing to the farthest south. The dog tribes in the mountain road stretched for several miles, and before they had been running steadily for a long time, there was a sudden noise at the southernmost end. Several teams in the rear fought again.

Amoxi narrowed his eyes, looked at it for a while, and said affirmatively.

"The chief is a small group of enemies who are chasing after them, but there are only about a hundred of them. Cactus warriors always wear armor, shields, and big bows, so they can't move so fast. Judging by the attire of these people, most of them should be Austrians who are familiar with the terrain. Tommy Dog, and some red-frog tribes that travel lightly!"

"Red Frog Clan."

Hearing this, Chichika looked gloomy and clenched her hands tightly. He turned his head and looked at the dignified Chief Red Monkey.

"Ozoma, you said that there was a night attack that night, and among the enemies killed were more than a dozen red-haired ones, and they were also from the Red Frog tribe who infiltrated the camp?"

"Yes, Chief Chichika. The Red Frog fighters sneaked into the camp and took advantage of the sky fire to attack the camp, making it impossible to defend against. Even my camp almost collapsed."

Ozoma nodded timidly. There are more than a hundred red-haired hunters around him, and dozens of spear guards.

The mountain road goes all the way north without forks. The various ministries retreated day and night, and soon gathered together. The Red Deer Tribe ran the fastest and had already fled back to the valley. Chief Flamingo was killed in the chaos of the night attack, Chief Red Newt was missing, and both were scattered everywhere.

Chichika ran all the way, raised the red dog banner, and gathered all the ministries. Now, with six hundred red hairs in his hands, he has regrouped more than two thousand defeated soldiers. Ozoma fled earlier, with more than two hundred red-haired hunters and fifteen hundred tribal warriors. Amoxi took several personal guards, crossed mountains and ridges, and joined Alan and others again. He was the first to arrive here, with more than a hundred red hairs in his hands, and at this time he also took the opportunity to gather nearly a thousand soldiers.

"Uman, my warrior! Roar! Coca! I'm going to put you in a cloth bag and let the giant beasts in the north trample you into a pulp!!"

Chichika suppressed her anger and growled like a wounded beast. Just two days ago, he had 15,000 troops in his hands, all of whom were recruited elites. But now, with the Red Dog, Red Monkey, and Red Crow added together, there are only five thousand fighters left!

Seeing the great chief's anger, Amoxi lowered his head and remained silent. Ozuma raised his brows, observed silently, and weighed in his heart.

Chichika roared a few times, and then stopped roaring. He stared at the fighting team in the south, his eyes gradually glowed with a fierce look before the hunt.

"Ozoma, Amosi, we can't run north any further!"

Hearing this, both of them raised their heads and looked at the big leader in surprise.

Chichika regained her composure.

"Now the ministries are just disbanded, the number of deaths in battle is not large, and many tribal people are left behind. If we flee further north, these people will become captives of the cactus tribe! I have sent envoys to the valley ahead of time. The tribes in the valley They are all making emergency preparations, gathering the tribesmen, and recruiting new fighters. We also want to buy time for the old battalion in the valley!"

"Chief Chichika, the soldiers of the various ministries have just gathered together, and the morale of the army is so broken that they can't hold on for long."

Ozoma hesitated.

"No, we won't keep this time!"

Chichika shook her head.

"Boss, you mean, the old way?"

Hearing this, Amosi's eyes flickered, and he made a scout gesture for ambush.

"Exactly!"

Chichika nodded approvingly. He made up his mind and waved his hand vigorously.

"The cactus warriors are behind, and the ones who are chasing after them are the earth dogs and traitors! They can't guard against the old method, and we have enough red hair in our hands. Right here, let's have a fight with the Otomi earth dogs who are chasing after us." field!"

The leader of the red dog looked determined, and his fighting spirit was ignited again. He looked at the two chiefs and shouted like a beast.

"The main force of the red dog will fight and retreat to lure the chasing dogs! Ozoma, you take five hundred elites and walk along the mountain path to the south to hide. When the enemy's main force passes by, you rush out and attack them rear team!"

"Amoxi, take the red-haired hunters from your headquarters and lie in ambush in the forests on both sides. When the leader of the earth dog passes by, you will lead the shooters to launch a sneak attack and kill the enemy chieftain!"

"When all the ambushes are out to disturb the enemy army, I will turn around and kill them with the red hair of the tribe, and cut off their dog heads!"

Ozoma and Amosi glanced at each other, then knelt down on one knee at the same time, respectfully accepting orders.

"Listen to you, big boss!"

A cool long wind blows across the valley, raising yellow leaves. The yellow leaves fell, covering the fallen corpses, and also fell on sections of red-stained mountain roads. On both sides of the mountain road, there are many captured Guajili dog descendants kneeling. The dog-born captives looked panic-stricken and flinched in their movements, and they were no longer as brave as they were during the southern invasion.

Guarded by hundreds of warriors, Mespa strode forward. He lightly brushed off the yellow leaves that had fallen from his cotton armor, and suddenly kicked hard, knocking a kneeling red-haired prisoner to the ground. There was a sudden click on the red-haired prisoner's leg, and he rolled and howled on the ground.

"Tsk tsk, will the brave red-haired hunter also howl?"

Seeing this scene, Mesper's always cautious face finally revealed a bit of joy. When he returned to his homeland, some memories of the dog-born's invasion of the South came to his mind, which made him feel ashamed and agitated. He suddenly took out his baton, adjusted the direction of the sharp blade, aimed at the howling prisoner, and chopped it off with one blow!

"Ah! Haha! This time, you are the ones who escaped!"

Mesper looked at the falling red-haired head, as if shattering the nightmare in his heart. He laughed happily for a long time before shouting at the guard beside him.

"Quicken your pace! The whole army pursues! I want to take off the red-haired dog's head!"