"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"
Two thousand Guamare samurai ascended a small hillock and charged within fifty steps of the Red Deer camp, only for the Canine Descendants’ hunters’ bone arrows to fall like a sudden rain. Over a dozen samurai were struck in the head and face, their screams echoing as they tumbled down the hillock, leaving a trail of blood behind them.
"Rear army, suppress with your shooting! Vanguard, follow me in the charge!"
Chalki’s eldest son Quino, clad in copper armor, puffed out his cheeks and bellowed loudly. The officers of various squads were prepared and followed orders. The samurai’s formation quickly dispersed, dividing into a front and rear section.
The rear army, consisting of five hundred samurai, drew their bows and fired rapidly at the palisade, suppressing the hunters inside. The howling arrow rain shot past the fences, and a dozen Canine Descendants’ strong men wailed as they were hit, their incoming volley weakening.
The vanguard of fifteen hundred samurai took the opportunity to quicken their pace and reached the palisade wall. Five hundred vanguard clad in cotton armor scaled the wall and roared as they engaged the Canine Descendants behind it. Samurais grouped in threes and fives, wielding war clubs, cutting through the enemy’s chest and neck; Canine Descendants gathered in turns, thrusting out stone spears, piercing their opponents’ waists and bellies. Weapons penetrated flesh, with blood and viscera flowing out along the wounds, the pungent smell of blood quickly spreading.
Now and then, a red-haired hunter would release a stealthy arrow, hitting vital spots and bringing down the climbing samurai. At times, groups of samurai archers fired in volleys, turning the red-haired hunters into porcupines. Most warriors of both sides wore light or no armor, fighting around the rudimentary palisade, and in moments there were a hundred dead on each side! Mute bodies turned into silent corpses, overlapping on both sides of the palisade wall, as samurai continued to trample over them, climbing and fighting. The battle to seize the camp had just begun, and already it reached a climax!
Arrows crisscrossed like rain, ferrying away the lives of warriors. Quino, repressing his killing intent, raised his shield to protect his head and neck, patiently waiting near the camp gate. Under the cover of the great shield, a dozen samurai took out bronze axes and hacked at the camp gate, damaging its structure. Then, an experienced samurai took out a rope, tied it to a support pillar of the camp gate, and a group of samurai let out a loud shout, yanking the rope together!
"Crack... Boom!"
The simple camp gate could no longer hold and collapsed with a crash, tearing open a half gap. Quino let out a battle cry and led dozens of his trusted aides directly into the camp.
The Canine Warriors at the camp entrance fought to the death, stabbing repeatedly at Quino’s armor without being able to breach his defense. Then, the ferocious war clubs descended, one by one cutting them down!
"Roar, truly a treasured armor!"
Quino shouted with excitement, tossing aside his shield. He held the club with both hands, foregoing defense, and charged fiercely forward, knocking down the obstructing Canine Warriors! Leading the charge like an arrowhead, dozens of trusted aides pushed forward, creating a breach in the camp. Guamare samurai then continuously poured in through the gap, relentlessly driving back the Guajili Canine Descendants. From a distance, gray-blue figures flowed like a tide, surging up from the base of the hillock, engulfing the simple camp!
"Truly fearless warriors!"
Xiulote smiled, praising Chalki.
"Guamare samurai have been conserving their strength, and their attack today is indeed fierce and valiant!"
"Haha, Your Highness, it is all thanks to the Chief Divine’s protection!"
Chalki bowed in a salute, then smiled with self-praise.
"Your Highness, my Guamare samurai roam the wilderness, their bravery is not inferior to that of the Canine Descendants, and their tactics are far superior!"
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Xiulote nodded in agreement. He shifted his gaze towards the two thousand Guamare samurai who had yet to launch their attack. He saw many samurais’ faces painted with stripes akin to those of the Canine Descendants, but mainly in blue. On their exposed shoulders and arms were also etched blue tattoos of eagles, wolves, bears, and leopards.
"Guamare samurai, they really closely resemble the Canine Descendants..."
The King mused silently. The western territory of the Guamare State was vast, the climate arid, the land barren, and the population sparse.
On the west side of the state lived the Guamal people, to the north the Guajili; various groups mixed and fused with one another. Among the warriors of the Guamare State, it was clear there were many conscripted Guamal Canine Descendants, even Guajili Canine Descendants,
"Chalki, with the various groups mixed in the Guamare State and customs alike, how do you distinguish between the kindred Otomi Tribes?"
Xiulote asked with a smile.
"Distinguish kindred tribes?"
Chalki scratched his head. It took him a while to understand the King’s question. The middle-aged chieftain’s expression grew subtle as he replied awkwardly.
"Uh... worshiping the ancestral gods, those who form marital alliances with us... they are our own people. Our military campaign this time...was initially in response to the call of the ancestral land priests...of course, now it is to fight to the death for His Highness!"
"Mm. Praise be to the Supreme God and Chief Divine! And praise be to the ancestral gods as Subordinate Gods!"
Xiulote nodded solemnly and prayed a sentence.
"Praise the spirits! Chief Divine supreme! Ancestral gods second supreme!"
Chalki also hastily echoed.
Xiulote smiled without speaking, only contemplating in his heart.
"The faith in the ancestral gods has been passed down for a thousand years and is an important bond among the tribes of the Northern Land; it cannot be easily discarded. And spreading the teachings of the Chief Divine is of urgent importance! Bloodline and faith are the foundation of ruling the Northern Land. The former requires immigration and intermarriage, the latter requires priests to spread the word. Besides this, we must also improve agricultural production and introduce trade methods..."
"Roar! The flag has fallen!..."
The King was contemplating when suddenly he heard a tumultuous cheer, boiling over and coming from the front. He looked up and saw that a grey-blue tide of people had already submerged the camp’s center. Quino, clad in copper armor, was forceful breaking the Red Deer’s flagstaff, brandishing it triumphantly for a couple of swings, and then flung it to the ground!
Within the Red Deer camp, fifteen hundred Guamare samurai shouted in unison, their morale soaring. Nearly a thousand Guajili warriors let out a chaotic cry and then, led by the Red Deer Chieftain wrapped in a wolf robe, they fled en masse through the back gate.
"Your Highness, protected by the Chief Divine, Quino has taken the camp!"
Chalki’s face was full of joy.
"Good!"
The King nodded in satisfaction and promised generously.
"When he returns, I have a great reward for him!"
The two talked and laughed loudly, both holding the winning ticket. In just a quarter-hour, two thousand Guamare samurai had taken the camp and routed more than a thousand warriors of the Red Deer Tribe.
"Haha, the Guajili are nothing special!"
Quino laughed heartily, filled with pride. Drenched in blood, he looked towards the fleeing enemy, his face full of killing intent.
"A thousand samurai, follow me and pursue!"
Having said this, he did not stop moving, leading his trusted aides out from behind, continuing the slaughter towards the fleeing enemy.
The Guajili camp was built against the mountain, with the front and back mutually supporting each other, and the sides merging with the forest. Not far from the back camp, the dense forest stood on both sides, with birds circling in the sky. Half a mile directly behind, there was another camp, where a flag of the Red Monkey fluttered.
The Red Deer Tribe fled swiftly, nearly a thousand warriors scattering in disorder, even blocking the mountain paths. The Red Deer Chieftain, clad in his conspicuous wolf robe, paused for a moment. He looked back and, panic-stricken, headed straight for the deep forest on the north side.
"Where do you think you’re running!"
Quino, with eyes red, focused on the location of the Red Deer Chieftain, roaring as he relentlessly pursued. The Red Deer Chieftain, followed by dozens with red hair, vanished into the grim forest. Quino, without hesitation, also led three hundred samurai, charging into the quiet darkness.
"Quick, blow the retreat conch!"
"No good! Call him back!"
Seeing the situation from afar, Xiulote and Chalki exchanged glances, both urgently shouting!