Chapter 344 Death or Life

"Leader, the canine barbarians are crumbling!"

The sun sets slightly in the west, dyeing the yellow leaves in the mountains red. Chief Mespa wore the cotton armor of an ordinary warrior and climbed the nearest hill in two steps. While listening to the feedback from the family warriors, he looked at the battle ahead.

Two or three miles away, the red dog's flag was waving north, and the red-haired figure fled in panic. Mesper finally laughed with satisfaction.

"Haha! Chase hot and slow, but in the end I caught the tail of the wild dog! Send the order, all the warriors in the front team rush for me! The warriors in the rear team speed up and ignore the broken troops along the way. Who can catch the barbarian? Chief, I will reward him with two hundred acres of fertile land from the fiefdom in the valley!"

"As you command, leader!"

The family warriors obeyed orders. Then, he hesitated for a moment and warned softly.

"Chief, the Otopan Army is more than ten miles away, clearing out the remaining enemies. The Mexica Army is further behind, collecting prisoners. The only ones pursuing here are the two thousand warriors of our Parmus Army, and there are hundreds more who have surrendered. Barbarian, should we slow down for a while and wait for the rear troops to join us before attacking? "

"What are you waiting for! The morale of the legion is strong, and the barbarians have been defeated. The Palms Valley is twenty miles away to the north. The hometown of the warriors and the fiefdoms of the nobles are all in front of you! Now is the time to pursue them. Where can I go? Let the enemy regroup!"

Mespa's expression changed and he yelled angrily. Then, he looked around and lowered his voice in front of his confidants.

"What's more, since the Northern Expedition, the legion has not made any achievements. Once the dog descendants are expelled, each country will reward them based on their merits. If there is not enough military merits, how can we, the Parmus nobles, protect the fiefdoms in the country and avoid being destroyed? Outsiders intervene!"

"Chief. Follow your orders."

Hearing this, Clan Wu nodded helplessly. He bowed to the ground and left with the order.

Half a mile away, Amosi lay silently in the forest. He looked at the samurai saluting on the hillock and took a long breath.

"After looking for this for a long time, I finally found you!"

Amosi held the bow and arrow tightly and narrowed one eye to watch. He gestured with one hand and quickly frowned.

"At this distance, if you shoot an arrow"

Amosi pursed his lips and turned to look to his side.

"Alan, that short and stocky warrior is probably the leader of the other party. Yes, he is the one who was saluted just now. He is walking this way now. When he reaches the mountain road directly below, are you sure you can shoot him?"

"Dad, no problem."

Alan was wearing a tight-fitting short coat, tied tightly with ties where it would get in the way. She narrowed one eye, gestured with her fingers twice, and nodded affirmatively.

"Where to shoot?"

"Uh, where to shoot?"

Amoxi was startled. Is this also an option? It seemed that Alan's shooting skills far exceeded his own.

"Shoot where you can get the biggest shot."

He thought for a moment and added.

"Alan, I will lead the soldiers to rush out and attract the attention of the guarding warriors! Don't be anxious, wait for the best time!"

"good!"

There was silence in the forest again, with only the sound of muffled breathing remaining. Mespa walked proudly, and when he reached the narrow mountain road, his expression suddenly changed.

"kill!"

Amosi roared angrily and rushed out of the forest with dozens of elites. Mesper took two steps back and waved his hand suddenly. Dozens of family warriors beside him rushed forward and fought with the sudden enemy.

"Whoosh!"

In this short gap, a bone arrow suddenly shot out! In the lightning and flint, the bone arrow passed through a distance of sixty steps, bringing out the roar of death!

"ah!."

"Alan!"

The evening breeze whistles, and the night songs sing sadly. Red clouds soaked the sky, and blood moistened the soil. Soon, the deep night swallowed up all the red. The darkness extended all the way south, and finally stopped in front of the big tent in the mountains.

"Your Highness!"

Bertard opened the tent door, strode in, and bowed his head quietly to salute. Then, he glanced at his old acquaintance in the corner. He was dusty and had obviously just arrived.

"Um?"

The chatter in the tent stopped. Shulot raised his head, looked at the warrior commander who entered the tent directly, and smiled slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"Your Highness, the pursuing Parmus Legion was ambushed."

After saying this, Bertard paused, his expression a little complicated.

"Chief Mespa was attacked and killed on the spot by the ambushed red-haired hunter. The Parmus Army then collapsed. The Otopan Army rushed to the rescue. So far, only half of the two thousand Parmus warriors have escaped!"

"Another attempt to escape and set up an ambush. Oquilly was ambushed and died, Giowa was ambushed and fought fiercely, Chino was ambushed and captured, and Mesper was ambushed and died. It was a tried and tested tactic."

Hearing the warrior commander's reply, Shulot shook his head, but his expression did not change at all.

Although the strategy of escaping and setting up an ambush is simple, it has proven successful when used on enemies who are not disciplined enough. It is actually not easy to implement this strategy. It requires sufficient mobility and flexibility of the troops, and is a classic tactic used by grassland nomads and old rogue camps. More than a hundred years later, the peasant army in the late Ming Dynasty would use the same tactics and defeat the official troops who were good at battles countless times.

The king pondered for a moment, with a faint smile on his face. He looked at the warrior commander and asked calmly.

"Pams City was originally the fiefdom of Mespa, right?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Bertard nodded understandingly. He glanced at the corner again and spoke quietly.

"When the Guakili people went south, the Red Dog tribe advanced rapidly. Chief Mespa abandoned his family and ran south with only his eldest son and a few close followers. Now, Mespa's eldest son died in the battle in the Red Fox Valley, and Mespa Unfortunately, Chief Pa also died here. The city of Pamus is already a land without one.”

Xiulote nodded and continued to ask.

"How many nobles are left in Palm State?"

"Your Highness, the Parmus nobles who led the army were attacked and killed by the red-haired hunters, and there were not many left. When the dog descendants went south, they killed a lot of people. The entire Parmus Valley is almost an unclaimed land."

"Um."

Shulot lowered his eyes and nodded slightly. Then, he asked seemingly unintentionally.

"How is the Ottopan Army of Giowa resting?"

"Your Highness, the Ottopan Army has rested and recuperated. Although the Mountain City Army suffered heavy losses in several battles, its morale is still strong and is completely under the control of the prince."

Bertard smiled quietly, with deep meaning.

"very good!"

Shulot smiled and ordered calmly.

"In this case, move the Parmus Army to the back! Then let the Guamare Army go up and pursue them day and night to put pressure on the canine descendants. The main force of the Guards Army will continue to fight steadily and support from behind."

A few words from the king decided the fate of many people. He then looked at the kneeling figure in the corner and smiled gently.

"Well, it seems that what I just told you needs to be changed slightly. Now, the Palms Valley can be directly included in the direct control of the kingdom. After the Palms Valley is recovered, you will be the Lord of the City of Palms. I will still Form a Northland Legion, and you will serve as its commander. To establish rule in the Northland, you will not be able to do it without sufficient force."

"Yes! Your Highness, I will obey your will."

The figure fell to the ground and kowtowed nine times in awe according to the etiquette of meeting the king. Then, he bowed to the ground and recited a psalm of praise in a low voice.

"Your holy highness, you are a martial eagle, bathed in the magical red sun, giving light to the north! This is a wasteland without green trees and vitality, which has been vicissitudes of ignorance for thousands of years. It But because of your arrival, brilliant flowers bloomed and lush vitality was born! Your Highness, you are the red light of the north! I will follow the guidance of the light and crawl at your feet forever!"

"Haha, the poem is good, get up!"

Shulot laughed loudly. He stretched out his hand, shook the other person's hair firmly, and then helped the person up with his own hands.

"The more setbacks a poet encounters, the more beautiful the poems he writes. Paramo, it seems that you have gone through a lot of hardships in the past few years!"

Hearing this, Paramo slowly raised his head, revealing a weather-beaten face and a pair of exceptionally deep eyes. He listened to His Highness's words, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Your Highness, I have stayed in the wilderness for more than three years. I have eaten countless sandstorms, seen countless mountains, and encountered white disasters. I think about it day and night, and I am waiting for your call in my dreams! When your messenger sent the edict, I rushed to the altar as soon as possible, prayed to the supreme Lord God, and praised your gift!”

"oh?"

Shulot smiled slightly and was noncommittal.

"How did I hear that when the envoy arrived, he didn't find you at first. And you were in the tent of a Guamar noblewoman?"

"Ah, this! Your Highness, I am following your will and spreading the faith of the Lord God! The glory of the Lord God has taken root in various tribes in Guamar. Many female leaders who control the tribe have become devout believers of the Lord God!"

Hearing this, Balamo's face trembled, and then he showed compassion and answered sincerely.

"I am willing to sacrifice everything for the light of the Lord God! Even if I experience physical suffering, I will still light the holy fire of light in my wild heart!"

"alright."

Shulot put away his smile and waved his hand. Parramo immediately shut up and bowed to listen. The king looked at the warrior commander with a solemn expression.

"How many Guakili people ambushed the Parmus Legion? How many tribes did they have?"

"According to the scout report from the Red Frog Tribe, the enemy has three thousand to five thousand warriors, of which nearly one thousand are red-haired. The main tribal flags are the red dog, the red monkey and the red crow."

"The main force of the Red Dogs was defeated and not dispersed. Now they can still organize a counterattack. Chichika is considered a hero."

Shulot praised. Then, he had some doubts.

"Red Crow Tribe? I remember that this is a small tribe that escaped from the Red Fox Valley?"

"Yes, Your Highness. The Red Crow Tribe fled to the east and became a vassal of the Red Dog Tribe. They have a small number of warriors, but their shooting skills are excellent. The ones who ambushed Chief Mespa were the hunters of the Red Crow! "

"Um."

Shulot nodded. He had always remembered the prophecy of the old priest Red Crow, and had left an impression on this small tribe. The king thought for a while and then spoke again.

"The Red Monkey Tribe. Is this the tribe that captured General Chipa before and secretly sent him to the main camp?"

"Yes, Your Highness. Ozoma, the chief of the Red Monkey Tribe, seems to know the Alliance very well. He is not a stubborn frog in the well, but more like a flexible water snake in the lake."

Bertard whispered back.

"Yes. Is the injury of Chippa, the flexible water snake, healed?"

The king nodded knowingly and asked calmly.

"He has been in the back camp and has recovered from his injuries."

"Okay, invite him over."

Shulot made a decision. Then, he turned around, looked at Paramo, and smiled lightly.

"Paramo, my poet general. Before your light comes, there is still a small test."

Hearing this, Balamo's heart tightened. He knelt down quickly and expressed his attitude respectfully.

"Your Highness, I am willing to die for you!"

"Come closer."

Xuluot waved his hand, and the poet general came on his knees. Seeing this scene, the king raised his eyebrows and whispered his will.

The night was like a heavy net, covering everything. The bonfire in the big tent gradually dimmed, and the figures shuttled and left. When everything returned to calm, the king stood in the shadow of the bonfire and looked up at the starry sky.

The Libra in autumn outlined a shining diamond, flashing on the trajectory of the sun's movement, symbolizing a certain scale of human heart.

Xuluot looked alone for a long time, thinking of some arrangements since the Northern Expedition, his heart was ups and downs, but he talked to himself calmly.

"The purpose of the northern expedition is to rule the north, not to expel the dog people. The feudal state cannot project too much power in the north for a long time. Those Otomi nobles who hinder the rule must die in the war; those Guakili tribes that are beneficial to the rule will be retained after the war. War is the continuation of politics and serves the rule. The so-called life is born with the will and death is against the will, which is nothing more than this!"