Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 628 - 324: Mountain Melee

The long wind swept across the vast highland, and the mountain ridges undulated under the far-off sky. The rainy season had passed, and the land was dry once more. Columns of dust rose from the marching armies, morphing into different shapes in the air. A skilled general needed only to gaze from afar to know the size of the troops.

Under the escort of a few red-haired guards, Chichika climbed the highest hill to overlook the battle situation in the valley.

Chichika was not yet forty, with a full forehead, fierce eyes, and a sharp facial structure, carrying the power of a seasoned warrior. His face bore the deep marks of windswept wilderness; following tribal tradition, his cheeks were painted with red tattoos. He was draped in a rugged wolf robe, with a spiritual wolf’s paw hanging around his neck and the feathers of birds of prey tied to his arms. At a glance, one could tell that this was a battle-hardened chieftain with a wealth of experience in the wilderness.

Red Dog, the Chieftain, surveyed the surroundings, and the continuous range of small hills came into view. The hills were covered with rolling shallow trees and also surrounded by the large eagles of America. It was deep into autumn, yet the trees remained verdant in the shadows of the mountains, conveying a solemn and deadly mood. This was a branch of the eastern Sierra Madre mountain range, located between Pamus City and Red Fox Valley. The towering mountains eased here, transitioning into rolling hills.

A mountain pass wound its way along the edges of the hills, stretching a hundred miles east to west. It was also possible to march on the hills, though the path was often blocked by trees, making it difficult for large groups to pass. Eight thousand Otomi Warriors were camped in units of a thousand, along the hills and the mountain road. The eight rudimentary camps stretched for miles, blocking the route west for the Canine Descendants Army.

Countless Canine Descendants Tribes were equally encamped to the east of the mountain road, directly opposite the Otomi camps. At this moment, hundreds of red-haired warriors were closing in on the opposite camp from the hills, using the cover of the trees to exchange fire with the Otomi Archers. The whistling Arrows crisscrossed in the air, sparse in number but extremely sharp! Occasionally, warriors from both sides fell, with the grey-blue figures being the majority. The Otomi were clearly at a disadvantage in the exchange of fire.

The annoying raids had been going on for quite some time, rendering the Otomi Warriors in the camp restless and increasingly irritable. A deep horn sounded, and the Otomi suddenly opened their camp gates. Over eight hundred Samurai in Cotton Armor shouted loudly as they rushed out of the camp, attacking the harassing Canine Warriors in the forest.

Seeing this scene, Chichika cracked a smile, his face showing a murderous intent. He whispered an order to his trusted aides on either side.

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"Get ready to go down, using the old method of the wolf pack hunting!"

The Chieftain’s trusted aides nodded and set off to carry out their orders. Soon, the Otomi Warriors charged up to the red-haired warriors. After firing another volley, wounding about a dozen Samurai, the red-haired warriors turned and fled into the woods. The Otomi Warriors pursued them relentlessly, furiously chasing and throwing javelins. Occasionally, the lagging red-haired warriors were struck by javelins and then cut down by the Samurai with clubs.

"Tweet, tweet!"

A call to retreat sounded from the camp. Dozens of experienced Samurai sprinted from the camp, ordering the fighting warriors to return. However, the troops in pursuit were difficult to restrain. The cold Arrows of the red-haired warriors kept coming, inciting the minds of the Otomi Warriors. At least half of the bloodthirsty warriors, without any care, charged directly into the deep forest. The trees disrupted the Samurai’s coordination and their favored battle formations.

In the deep forests, small-scale, gruesome skirmishes erupted now and then, accompanied by faint screams and the collapsing figures of both sides. Even though the Otomi were skilled mountain people, they could not gain any advantage in the forest compared to the beast-like Canine Warriors.

It didn’t take long before a large number of agile figures flitted through the forest. Under the leadership of the Chieftain’s trusted aides, hundreds of Canine Warriors closed in from all directions. Battle cries filled the air in an instant, startling the birds in the forest!

A Canine Warrior leaped out from the woods, swinging a Stone Hammer, and smashed it onto the back of an Otomi Warrior. The warrior let out a wail and collapsed instantly, only to be met by another hammer blow to the head. Another veteran warrior, upon witnessing this gruesome scene, his eyes bloodshot, swung his War Club with deadly precision, cutting through the neck of the Canine Warrior. The Canine Warrior let out half a scream before falling to the ground, his body stacking upon the corpses, their blood mingling together.

More Canine Descendants advanced from all sides. The veteran warrior swung his War Club and shield desperately, back to back with three other warriors, fending off the surrounding assaults.

"Swoosh!"

An accurately aimed Bone Arrow sliced through the air, "thud," piercing precisely into the veteran warrior’s eye, and a piercing scream echoed through the woods. The veteran warrior’s eyes bled as he dropped his weapons in agony. He fell backwards, writhing on the ground, and then a sharp pain in his chest followed by violent struggling, and then he was silenced completely.

The redhead Canine pulled the Copper Spear out of the heart, admiring faintly. Such captured weapons were indeed sharp; he heard the southern Tribes had many more. Glancing at the remaining three warriors, he carefully took a step back and continued to command the ordinary Canine Warriors to engage, while he reloaded his Hunting Bow.

Similar scenes unfolded continuously in the forest. In close combat, the Canine Descendants’ brute force was fully unleashed. Without the protection of a battle formation, the Otomi Warriors fell like stalks of corn, broken into different shapes.

In not more than a quarter of an hour, the forest had completely quieted down. The breeze brought a pungent scent of blood. Then, the Canine Descendants began to stoop and search, gathering any usable weapons and Cotton Armor, looking for personal Daggers and Necklaces, even stripping the fallen Otomi Warriors bare.

"Haha!"

Chichika laughed unrestrainedly. Soon after, the Chieftain’s trusted aide came forward to report. Surrounded by Tribal Warriors, more than four hundred Otomi Warriors were utterly annihilated in the mountain woodlands, with almost none escaping. The Canine Descendants had lost only half their number of ordinary men and about a dozen elite redhead warriors.

The Red Dog Chieftain nodded and gave a few quiet orders. Not long after, hundreds of redhead warriors approached again, with loud clamor, shooting Arrows into the encampment. This time, the camp gates remained firmly closed, and the Otomi Warriors merely held their ground within the walls, no longer mounting an attack.

Chichika looked ferociously for a while before saying to his trusted aide.

"The morale at this encampment has plummeted. Tonight, select about a hundred redheads who can conduct a night raid, and have them kill their way in and set fire!"