Vanguard Attacks the Camp - Complete

The urgent beat of war drums echoed through the mountains, and fierce battle cries drowned out the screams. The stench of blood spread through the camp, staining the withered yellow grass and trees red. Suddenly, a burst of excited shouting rang out from the vanguard attacking the camp.

"The enemy's running!"

Xolotl stood on the small hill and watched the battle. He saw nearly two thousand Guamare warriors like a gray-blue tide, shouting, surging, pouring into the mountain camp. The Dog-kin gradually could not hold, retreating chaotically toward the rear camp, and in some places fires seemed to have broken out. Then one of the chief's personal guards, spear in hand, took down the Red Monkey Tribe banner in the camp and fled toward the rear.

"The camp has fallen. Chalki did well!"

A smile appeared on the king's face, and he nodded slightly. Great masses of Dog-kin were collapsing out from the rear of the camp, leaving only two or three hundred men to cover the retreat; clearly, they would not hold for long. The king looked to the Captain of Warriors beside him.

"Bertad, take five hundred personal guards and go to the front line to rein in the vanguard. Do not enter the forest to pursue and get dragged into a wild fight with the enemy!"

"As you command!"

The Captain of Warriors bowed his head in salute. Then he turned, summoning the personal guards while observing the situation in the camp, and before long his brows furrowed.

"Your Highness, the camp is on fire."

Xolotl gazed into the distance and saw scattered flames rising on the dry grass, already setting large piles of timber alight. In only a moment, acrid thick smoke rose from the camp where the fierce fighting raged, the struggling figures grew indistinct,