Xiulote raised an eyebrow. He looked at the Chief God’s Amulet that he would personally place on the other party, and after a while, he nodded in approval.
"Good!"
The King smiled with satisfaction.
"Since this is the case, I have a mission to entrust to a loyal Red Frog warrior!"
Keka and Miwa exchanged glances, both sensing an ominous premonition.
"The Canine Descendants’ camp stretches for miles, and the flags of various tribes are quite mixed. The Red Frog warriors share the same origin, dress, language, and customs with those tribes, making them unrecognizable at night and easiest to infiltrate the camp."
As the King spoke, he organized his thoughts. Then, after a slight pause, he issued an undeniable command.
"Miwa, you have one day to select five hundred elite warriors loyal to the tribe! Tomorrow night, you will skirt around the mountainsides and infiltrate the Red Dog camp. Before dawn, when the Allied Forces launch their attack, you will create havoc in the camp at the same time!"
"Ah, a night raid?!"
Keka and Miwa exclaimed in unison. Keka lowered his head, his eyes flickering rapidly.
A night raid was extremely challenging, requiring not only elite forces but also those loyal to the tribe. Moreover, the risk of a night raid was staggeringly high. Even if they were successful, the losses would be severe. And when the Mexica Allied Forces took advantage of the chaos to attack, how could they distinguish the Red Frog warriors from other tribes? They would likely be annihilated together. How could the Red Frog Tribe commit to such a deed that would sacrifice the tribe for the sake of enlightening the Alliance?
After a moment, Keka’s eyes grew cold, and he silently clenched his fists. The immediate plan was to first escape from the predicament of the cage. With this thought, he knelt down sincerely and petitioned the Great Chief.
"Great Chief! The Red Frog Tribe is willing to die for you! I am willing to personally lead the warriors and infiltrate the enemy camp!"
"Oh?"
Xiulote’s smile was indecipherable as he observed Keka’s expression, unable to discern its authenticity. He had long had his strategy; now, he merely shook his head.
"No! Keka, you are the Clan Leader of the Red Frog Tribe, many people in the Red Dog camp would certainly recognize you. You were the first Tribal Chief to surrender to my Great Tribe, and I need to use you importantly; I cannot allow you to enter into danger."
Subsequently, the King’s expression became stern, his gaze sharp. He looked at the trusted aide.
"Miwa, you will replace Keka and personally lead the warriors! The Chief Divine will protect you!"
Miwa looked at the King and then at Keka, who was willing to die. Years of the chief’s generosity surged in his heart, and he clenched his teeth fiercely.
"Fine, I will replace the chieftain and raid the camp! Respected Great Chief, if I do not return, please allow the chieftain to return to the tribe!"
"Miwa!"
At this, Keka’s expression grew agitated, his eyes widening as he gazed at Miwa. His fingers twisted rapidly like a water serpent. In this season, water serpents on the wilderness were no longer lively, never exerting full effort to hunt. They preferred to be lazy, sometimes "touching fish."
"Chieftain, I will surely lead the warriors and cause chaos in the Red Dog camp! Even if I return to the embrace of the Earth Mother Goddess, I shall spare no effort!"
Miwa’s expression was resolute. He raised his hand and swore, never noticing Keka’s fingers. Xiulote’s gaze swept past, but he did not understand.
"Ah! Miwa!"
"Chieftain!"
Keka’s expression grew even more agitated. Seeing the agitated chieftain, the trusted aide Miwa also grew excited. Xiulote laughed with satisfaction.
"Very good! Keka, you may leave now. I still have specific plans to discuss with Miwa."
"But, Chieftain..."
"Leave! Tomorrow’s night raid involves the power of divinity and must not be known by too many!"
"...Yes, Chieftain!"
Keka’s eyes widened in helplessness as he left the tent. Before leaving, he gave Miwa a deep look, cursing in his heart.
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Seeing the chieftain’s reluctant gaze, Miwa felt moved. He once again firmly promised.
"Chieftain, rest assured! I will surely lead the elites and overturn the camp across!"
"I..."
The tent curtain then closed. Bertade stood before the curtain, smiling. Xiulote’s expression remained unchanged, still contemplating the battles of tomorrow. To break through the mountain camp and defeat the main forces of the Canine Descendants, all in one go!
A moment later, the King instructed in detail,
"Miwa, select five hundred men, making sure loyalty is paramount. Let the teams disperse and infiltrate the mountain camps in batches from the fluctuating mountains on both sides."
"The scouts have already made it clear. The large tribe in the front camp is on high alert, with elite red-haired guarding day and night. You are few in number; do not attack the front camp but try to infiltrate the rear camp! The ordinary tribes in the rear camp are numerous and in disarray. Should you encounter patrolling scouts, you may impersonate various small tribes..."
"Great Chief, please rest assured! The warriors are veterans of the wilderness, familiar with the tribal rules, there will be no issues infiltrating the rear camp!"
Miwa puffed out his chest, assuring him.
"Good! After infiltrating the camp, patiently wait."
The King slightly nodded his head. Then, his expression became solemn, as if imbued with divinity.
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"Tomorrow, the priests will pray throughout the night, seeking the descent of the Chief Divine! The Chief Divine is also the War God, controlling thunder and flames. Before dawn, there will be thunder exploding in the mountains and flames falling from the sky! When the overpowering Divine Power descends into the valley, that is your time to act!"
"Ah, Great Chief?"
Miwa was somewhat surprised. He did not dare to question the majesty of the Mexica Chief Divine but asked again in confusion.
"Thunder and flames? Falling from the sky?"
"Yes! First, there will be thunder roaring like a bellow; then, flames will descend from the sky, unquenchable by water."
Xiulote uplifted with a fighting spirit, commanded loudly.
"At that moment, exert all your effort to create noise in the rear camp, shouting that the divine spirits are descending, and the heavenly fire is burning the mountain! Your primary task is to create as much chaos as possible, noise, setting fires, killing—anything goes. Once the camp descends into chaos, do not linger; try to move as many people as possible, and escape northward. Escape as far as you can. As for killing many enemies, that comes secondary."
"The Alliance only needs the enemy to fall into disarray! Each tribe has its plans, and once the fleeing momentum starts, their resolve to fight will crumble. By daybreak, a large army will march in to subdue any resistance!"
"Miwa, do you remember?"
"...God of Death, Great Chief, I remember."
Miwa swallowed hard, knelt on both knees, and made a bowing salute.
"Good, go prepare! If this battle is won, you shall have the greatest merit!"
Miwa nodded and backed out of the camp. He saw the mysterious Great Chief continue discussing with the Head Warrior, speaking words difficult to understand, instilling awe in his heart.
"Bertade, gather the War Priests, and hold a ceremony in the camp tomorrow. Send out envoys to soothe the three Otomi divisions. Tell them that the Mexica Alliance is about to hold a divinity-descending ceremony, praying for the blessing of Divine Power! The War God controls thunder and flames and will grant the same powers. Let them not be frightened."
"As you command, Your Highness!"
"Have the shooting platforms on both sides of the mountains been cleared?"
"Your Highness, taking the opportunity of logging, the samurai have already cleared the highlands on the mountains and set up planks, preparing small platforms for shooting at the mountain fort."
"Good! With Black Wolf absent, select five hundred Longbow trusted aides, five hundred Temple Crossbowmen, and give them to Toltec’s adjutant, Tupa! Have the crossbowmen in position early, and after the bombardment by wooden cannon tomorrow night, launch fire arrows into the camp!"
"As you command, Your Highness!"
"Eight-Gate Wooden Cannons and about a dozen catapults, all hand them over to Balda, and give him a thousand samurai! Prepare in advance. At the deepest part of tomorrow night, aim at the mountain fort with empty wooden cannons, and launch burning fireballs!"
"As you command, Your Highness!"
"Head Warrior, as for you..."
Xiulote paused slightly, his expression serious.
"I give you five hundred Heavy Armor Jaguars, a thousand Medium Armor Longbow trusted aides, and an additional thousand Vanguard barbarians!"
"Your Highness!"
Bertade’s expression shook; this was almost the core force of the Imperial Guard Legion.
"Bertade, rest with vigor. When the day after tomorrow dawns, break the enemy camp for me!"
"To serve you to the death!"
The Head Warrior reverently bowed down. The calm on his face vanished, replaced with a profound intent to kill, reflected by the firelight inside the tent.
"My supreme sun, after this battle, you shall illuminate the Northern Land!"