Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 629 - 325: Mountain Melee Part 2

"As you command, Chieftain!"

Uman nodded, his face hardening into a fierce expression.

"I will lead the team tonight and butcher those Otomi mongrels well!"

"Haha! Excellent, a fearless warrior should be undaunted!"

Chichika laughed heartily. He extended his fist and thumped Uman’s chest forcefully. Then, the Red Dog Chieftain’s expression turned cold as he gazed at the forest where the skirmish had paused.

"Uman, chop off the heads of the fallen hundreds of Otomi Warriors! Pile the heads outside the next camp. If the Otomi come for revenge, we’ll hunt them again!"

"As you command, Chieftain!"

Uman nodded repeatedly. Then, he pointed towards the central command tent, where a flag with a bird was fluttering. Hundreds of archers were stationed in the encampment, some warriors still holding longbows.

"Chieftain, why not just pile the heads outside the Otomi leader’s camp! If he continues to cower like a turtle, the morale of those mongrels will completely break!"

Hearing this, Chichika narrowed his eyes and looked over the formidable Otomi stronghold.

"Agreed, take three hundred adept at shooting the redhead, and get it done!"

"As you command, Chieftain!"

Uman looked excited and hastened away. Soon, the previously silent forest became noisy again. Hundreds of Canine Descendants, carrying dripping heads, formed a loose formation and surged to within a hundred steps from the main camp. They brazenly insulted the camp and then piled the heads on the soft earth.

Under the bird flag, Jiowar clenched his fists, watching the provoking Canine Descendants outside the encampment, burning with rage.

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"Damn Guajili Canine Descendants! Damn Red Dog Chieftain! Damn it all!"

Jiowar angrily pounded his chest, the bronze Cloth Armor emitting a metallic clang. Feeling the solidity of the metal, he recalled the prince’s military strategies and calmed down once more.

"The prince once said, as a commander-in-chief, one must control his emotions, especially not to send troops out in anger. One should play to their strengths and limit the enemy’s ability to leverage theirs. The Canine Descendants are adept in close forest combat, unlike the Ottopan Warriors who excel in formation battles..."

"Otomi’s bird king, cowardly armadillo, small mountain cat!..."

The insults outside the camp became unbearable, each word piercing his ears.

"Damn it, damn it! Personal Guard Warriors, follow me into battle!"

Jiowar’s eyes were bloodshot as he angrily issued the order. These past few days, he had steadfastly held his position without engaging in combat, much to the warriors’ chagrin, and his new leader’s prestige was on shaky ground. Today, the forward camp had even struck out on its own, suffering heavy losses. If he allowed the Canine Descendants to keep insulting them, the morale of the Ottopan Warriors would truly disintegrate!

While contemplating deeply, Jiowar put on the bronze helmet and fitted several vibrant feathers into it. Then, he touched the sturdy metal armor, thought for a moment, and added an outer layer of tough leather cloak. The Coyote Prince, cautious as ever, made all his preparations before finally leading all the archers and a thousand warriors out of the camp.

The clarion call to attack sounded high, and the elite Ottopan Warriors charged out of the encampment, forming two lines. The front line attacked the provoking hundreds of sturdy Canine Descendants, and the rear line lifted greatbows, shooting at the Canine Warriors behind.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The fierce rain of arrows howled in, sharp screams tearing through the mountain forest, and in an instant, more than twenty Canine Descendants were dead. Soon, the Samurai engaged in fierce combat with the provoking Canine Descidents. The battle was brief, and the Samurai killed dozens of Canine Descendants, with the rest scattering like fleeing rats.

"Good, good!"

In the forest behind, Uman clutched a captured longbow, filled with the excitement of a hunt. Behind him stood three hundred red-haired archers, and five hundred warriors prepared for close combat. The elite of the Red Dog Tribe were ambushed here, ready to strike fiercely at the leader of the Otomi at any moment.

Under the protection of his trusted aides, Jiowar ferociously chased down the fleeing foes, displaying the martial prowess of a new leader. Coyote Prince continually shouted loudly, swung his war club forcefully, and slashed to death any enemy who dared to resist. His bright plumage fluttered overhead, so conspicuous.

The charging Samurai were inspired by their leader, their spirits lifted, they too began to shout loudly.

"The leader of the mountain city, the skillful Bird Slayer King!"

Jiowar charged for a while, killing several enemies, then gradually slowed down. He caught his breath slightly; the armor and the leather robe were indeed somewhat heavy. Afterwards, Coyote Prince looked around, and through the slits of his helmet, he saw the wooded area a hundred paces away and completely stopped.

"This charge, the leader’s display of courage is sufficient! If the nobility dare whisper again, it’s time to use the Thunderbolt. The skirmish in the woods is too risky, the cunning Guajili people will definitely have an ambush set up, better to order the warriors to retreat!..."

In the wooded area, Uman furrowed his brows. The opposing leader had actually stopped and gathered his trusted aides, seemingly not planning to advance further.

"Pah, the shrinking armadillos, quit halfway through the charge! The last Otomi leader was a warrior who personally led the charge, directly crushing two thousand tribal warriors!"

Uman spat fiercely. Naturally, the end result of the last Otomi leader’s charge was being ambushed by the red-haired attackers he led, and shot dead by a volley of arrows. Thinking of this, he gripped his longbow tightly, excited once again.

"With this captured greatbow, watch me shoot you dead!"

"Drip, drip!"

The horn to retreat resounded through the mountain path. Jiowar personally blew the horn, calling the warriors to retreat. The charging Ottopan Warriors gradually halted their steps. They looked back for a moment, then gathered around the brave Prince.

"We can’t wait any longer!"

Uman suddenly roared like a tiger, blew the bone whistle, and then shouted at the red-haired behind him.

"Charge! All tribal elite, close in and fire, hunt down the Otomi Bird King!"

Eight hundred Red Dog warriors howled like wolves, then fiercely charged out of the woodland towards the nearby Jiowar. Upon seeing this scene, a large group of Ottopan Warriors also gathered together, and the skirmishing erupted in front of the woods.

The ambushing enemies appeared from the woods and charged straight towards them. Although Jiowar had anticipated it, he was still suddenly startled. He instinctively prepared to turn and flee, then forcibly stopped himself. Coyote Prince looked around and whispered,

"Give me a shield!"

Hundreds of tribal warriors, like frenzied tigers. They hardly defended at all, swinging stone hammers and copper spears, desperately charging towards the enemy’s leader. Uman personally led the red-haired, charging at the forefront.