The sun rises and the moon falls, hundreds of scouts and militia hunt, attack, entangle, and then die like withered grass in the undulating mountain forest. Every day, dozens are killed or wounded, continuously. For the Mistec people familiar with the terrain, this kind of small-scale mountain forest battle is the best way to level the gap between them and the Mexica warriors.
"Damn it! These boars in the mountain forest just hide in the mud, using their stench to insult us!"
Facing such a battle, Black Wolf felt a bit irritated. Although the Guajili warriors could fight mountainous battles, consuming resources against the Mistec in this way was a real waste and couldn't determine the bigger picture. He felt a strong urge to lead the legion directly to storm the mountain camp of the Yun Chen Leader and personally kill the opponent!
