Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, "God of Death Great Chief" Xiulote raised an eyebrow. Ozoma also looked up in surprise.

Balamo paused for a moment, then remembered His Highness's new title from the past two years. His expression unchanged, he continued to sing loudly.

"But the power of the God of Death is always eternal! The fickle fate, like clouds, changes, but ultimately, the drizzle falls. Just as the life of the warrior, destined to wither in the hands of the supreme God of Death!..."

"Enough! Balamo, the poem is well done."

Xiulote waved his hand, and Balamo obediently fell silent. Xiulote then pondered for a while before looking to his side.

"Ozoma, it seems Chichika has made up his mind to resist to the end. The sun has already risen to mid-sky, and reinforcements in the valley might arrive at any moment... I do not wish for many warriors to fall. Do you have any suggestions?"

As the King's gaze fell upon him, Ozoma hurriedly prostrated respectfully. His thoughts whirling rapidly, he soon had an idea.

"Respected God of Death Great Chief. The main camp of the Red Dog was built recently and indeed has some oversights," Ozoma respectfully answered.

"Hmm?"

"To the east of the camp are steep mountains. If we climb the mountain ridges and shoot from above, we can completely suppress the main camp!"

Hearing this, Xiulote looked in the direction of the camp, examining the terrain, and shook his head in disappointment.

"The mountainside to the east is so steep, and there are Canine Descendant Hunters shooting from the hillside. Even if we send elite troops to climb, who knows how much time it will take. It's of no help to the current battle situation!"

"Great Chief, do you know why the Red Monkey camp is set in these highlands?"

Hearing this, a confident smile appeared on Ozoma's face.

"Oh? Are you suggesting.."

Xiulote's thoughts were stirred.

"Exactly! There is a hidden and narrow mountain path behind the highland that connects to the mountains on the east side of the main camp. From this path to the north, it only takes two to three quarters to reach that mountain! Once we hold the high ground, not only can we suppress the camp, but shooting Chichika is by no means a difficult task!"

"Very well!"

Xiulote nodded in satisfaction. He glanced at the respectful Ozoma and suddenly smiled.

"Ozoma, the Red Monkey Tribe is familiar with the terrain. I hear you have three hundred red-haired Hunters, strike out for me this time!"

"Ah, this..."

Ozoma hesitated slightly, then knelt to the ground.

"Great Chief, the Red Monkey Tribe has suffered losses along the way, now only two hundred red-haired remain!"

"No matter."

Xiulote smiled, calmly issuing the order, yet leaving no room for refusal.

"The Red Frog Tribe still has three hundred red-haired. Then let Miwa strike out, taking the Red Monkey Hunters to climb the mountain path and attack! Five hundred Hunters holding the high ground is enough to settle the matter."

"Miwa... Zucata..."

Hearing these familiar names, Ozoma drifted slightly, his emotions fluctuating.

On the night of the Fire Attack, Miwa led several elite troops to raid the Red Monkey camp, only to be defeated by Zucata's Spear Guard and subsequently captured by the tribe. Ozoma personally interrogated Miwa, learned about the treatment after the Red Frog Tribe's surrender, and then began to entertain thoughts of surrender.

Then, while stationed at the camp at the valley entrance, he sent Zucata to escort Miwa southward, as an act of sincerity in negotiations. Unexpectedly, although Zucata secretly left, he still completed the escort mission. Now, the Great Chief was actually asking Miwa to lead the elite Hunters of the Red Monkey Tribe. Truly, the world changes...

"Hmm? What's wrong, Ozoma, are you unwilling?"

Xiulote's gaze bore down, carrying mountainous pressure.

"Ah! Willing to die for the Great Chief!"

Ozoma snapped back to reality and prostrated himself on the ground.

"I will personally lead the guard..."

"There's no need, Ozoma. Stay by my side and devise strategies for me."

Xiulote shook his head. His smile was gentle, yet it sent a shiver through Ozoma.

"Leave the matters of the Red Monkey Tribe to your trusted aides for now!"

"...Yes, I obey your command, my Wolf King."

Ozoma pursed his lips and received the order while prostrated. Then, he summoned his trusted aide and instructed him to deploy the red-haired Hunters. After a while, he gritted his teeth, glanced at the distant fight, and spoke softly.

"Great Chief."

"Hmm?"

"I have another suggestion."

"Speak."

"Although the forest on the west side of the camp is dense, we could send an elite squad to circle to the rear of the main camp!"

"You mean... block Chichika's retreat?"

Xiulote paused slightly. He pondered for a moment, then asked.

"With the current situation, if Chichika were to retreat, the Red Dog Tribe would instantly crumble, thus saving us the effort of attacking!"

"Great Chief, your divine revelation is brilliant!"

Ozoma first nodded respectfully, then slowly spoke.

"The squad will not just block Chichika's retreat, but also his reinforcements!"

"Reinforcements? The Red Crow Tribe has thousands of warriors. What can a few squads do? Quickly conquering the Red Dog camp and capturing Chichika is our priority!"

Xiulote smiled, unconcerned.

"Great Chief, a few squads may not stop the people, but they can stop the hearts."

"Stop the hearts?"

"Exactly."

Ozoma smirked slyly, his eyes gleaming like those of an old monkey deep in the forest.

"Red Crow Chieftain Amoxtli may appear loyal, but he is actually very cunning. If he comes with full force, naturally we could not stop him. But if he has other intentions, these squadrons could help him persuade himself and his tribe..."

At this point, Ozoma prostrated himself again, respectfully asking for a chance to fight.

"Great Chief, the Red Monkey Tribe still has three thousand warriors ready to die for you! We can assign five hundred soldiers familiar with the terrain to cut off the main camp's escape route!"

Hearing this, Xiulote turned around and looked at Ozoma. His face was full of sincerity, as if he had truly and utterly submitted.

After a long moment, Xiulote finally nodded.

"Good! Ozoma, you are much smarter than the Red Frog Chieftain. Deploy the men and make it happen!"

"I obey your command! Mighty God of Death Great Chief, Ozoma swears to dutifully serve under your mighty power as your loyal Wolf from now on. As long as your power endures, my loyalty will never change... this oath is witnessed by our ancestors!"

Ozoma made his oath on the ground, uttering the words he had prepared long ago. He looked up at the expression of the Great Chief before retreating backwards.

Xiulote smiled slightly, his eyes reflecting a King's detached demeanor. He stood tall on the high ground, squinting his eyes and looked up at the sky.

At that moment, the sun was overhead, and battle cries echoed through the mountains mixed with the moans of the dying. The sky was a clear blue, and the sunlight was golden like fire, marking a fierce noon!