Aztec Eternals

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The drums of attack sounded loudly. Led by dozens of Prepecha bow warriors, 2,000 longbow militiamen lined up and prepared to shoot. These Tarrasco archers wear gray paper armor, yellow rattan hats, bamboo longbows, a bag of cheap reed bone arrows hanging around their waists, and a self-defense dagger. They are inexpensive to set up and relatively easy to maintain, but they are not good at melee combat, so they maintain light mobility.

Watching the approaching brigade of archers, the Dogs shouted nervously. The hunters raised their hunting bows one after another, relying on the terrain of the hill, and tried their best to shoot out of the camp. It's just that the hunting bow is short, and the swirling bone arrow shoots a distance of dozens of steps, and it exhausts its strength.

"Drip, drip!..."

With two short flutes, the longbow militiamen stopped, then drew their bows and arrows. It was about 60 paces away from the camp, and the hunting bows of the Dogs could hardly hurt the paper armor of the archers, but the longbows of the archers could easily break the commoners of the Dogs.

"Drip!...Whoosh!"

The sharp flute blew, and the leading bow warriors suddenly released their fingers to conduct the first round of test shots. Dozens of long arrows crossed a short half-arc and slanted obliquely on the wooden fence. There was a burst of laughter and curses from the Dogborn. Then, the bow warriors adjusted their angles, led the archers behind them, and fired a salvo!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Thousands of reed arrows cut through the sky, like soaring birds, with the whistling of the **** of death, and shot into the camp of the dog-born! Hundreds of canine descendants fell to the ground injured on the spot, uttering shrill screams, and dripping blood. In the Red Rat tribe, there was chaos and noise in an instant, just like a group of rats that exploded their nests.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The second round of arrow rain struck again. Dozens of impulsive canine warriors wanted to open the camp gate and rushed out, but made the best archery targets; other warriors hunkered down and hid behind fences and thatched huts to avoid deadly arrows.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

More than a dozen red-haired warriors roared loudly and commanded the chaotic tribe, but the third round of arrow rain struck again, directly shooting them into hedgehogs!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!..."

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The whistling rain of arrows shot five consecutive rounds, and there were hundreds of unfortunate canines on the ground. Toltec looked at the chaotic tribal camp without command, and pouted in disdain. He pointed the flag forward again, and his voice was like thunder.

"Pioneer throw, charge!"

"Roar! The Lord God shelters! Kill!"

The two thousand Turks barbarians shouted excitedly and rushed forward with a low growl.

As royal guards, these barbarian mercenaries were selected from prisoners of war and surrendered tribes. They have always been light and sturdy, good at melee throwing, and after converting to the main god, they regarded life and death as nothing. They are also the best melee vanguards, capable of throwing dangerous caltrops in siege battles. Of course, fighting such a small tribal camp does not need to consume the hard-to-ship explosive weapons.

At this moment, the barbarian pioneers were wearing dark green Mexican cotton armor and sturdy rattan hats, holding a sharp copper spear in one hand and two cheap obsidian javelins in the other. They moved extremely fast, and in a moment they approached the camp within twenty paces. Hidden tribal hunters began to emerge, firing sparse arrows. The pioneers sped up their run, raising their arms in return with precise javelins.

"Shh, shh, shh!"

At a distance of ten paces, the power of the javelin is so great! The thrown javelin went straight through the gap in the fence, pierced through the chest and abdomen of the hunters who were struggling to resist, and nailed the whole thing to the ground, making a miserable howl that didn't sound like a human voice!

Soon, the sound of "dong dong" logging sounded violently. The leading vanguard warrior took out his copper axe and slashed at the fence and the camp gate. The brute at the back threw out ropes, caught the broken camp gate, and pulled them all together.

"Crack...chuck!"

The wood was broken, making a sharp "click" sound, and the camp door suddenly burst open! The vanguard samurai slashed again with an axe, and the red agouti flag was cut off in the middle, falling to the ground, and being trampled on by the samurai. The sacred totem has fallen and can no longer bless the tribe! The canines suddenly groaned in despair.

"Roar, shout, kill!"

Hundreds of dark green figures roared with excitement and rushed into the camp fiercely. They stabbed bronze spears and used all their strength mercilessly, killing any figure who was still resisting, and quickly killed from the camp gate to the leader's longhouse in the center of the tribe!

Hundreds of canine warriors, wielding stone hammers and wooden shields, struggled to resist in front of the longhouse, but were pierced by the surrounding bronze spears one after another. Soon, a powerful red-haired soldier let out a scream, covered the blood hole in his chest, and fell down with his head up.

"Chief Agouti!"

The Canines cried out in panic, losing their last morale. They threw away their weapons, fell to their knees in front of the formidable enemy, gave up all struggle, and let their fate dictate.

Under the hill, Toltec laughed. In front of an excellent commander, victory was so easy! Afterwards, he looked at the camp and frowned again.

The black wolf commander called a personal guard and ordered a few words. The personal guard nodded and brought the brigade of warriors and the war priests who accompanied the army forward.

After a while, the killings in the camp came to a complete stop. The barbarian pioneers were covered in blood, escorting young and strong prisoners who could walk, and filed out of the camp. The priests looked kindly, soothed the terrified Dogborn, and then let the warriors take the child away.

In the wailing camp, the warriors searched for a moment, then turned back to the commander.

Unsurprisingly, although there are nearly 2,000 members of this ordinary dog ​​tribe, they are so poor that they are clanking. There were no rats in the large tent, only a few dozen bags of grain, barely enough for 2,000 people to survive until the autumn harvest. Then there's bark, grass roots, cacti, yucca, various insects, rat meat, some questionable dried meat, and a few baskets of odd herbs. The only valuables were the innermost bundles of furs, ranging from mouse skins to bear skins.

"These impoverished canines! . . . Even the cost of the arrows can't be recovered after a fight."

Looking at the harvest of the search, Toltec shook his head. He waved his hand grimly, and the barbarians ignored the low wailing on the ground and waved torches to set the longhouses, huts and tents on fire.

Soon, the camp on the hill turned into a sea of ​​fire. Thick black smoke rose violently, wiping away all traces. The mourning gradually ceased, and even the sound of the wind quieted down, leaving only the fields under the hills with the hope of harvest.

From the start of the siege to the end of the search, the battle lasted about an hour. The attacking battalion only killed a dozen people and wounded dozens, completely destroyed the 2,000-strong Canine camp and captured 1,000 prisoners.

The black wolf glanced at the captives he caught, all of them were young men and women of canine descent. The Mexica warriors have used tough hemp ropes to string them neatly. They have done this kind of capture work countless times.

"Well, there are indeed very few old and weak in the Guaquili tribe. Sent to the south, they are slaves suitable for farming. The nobles and warriors have divided so many fields, and finally there is a servant Ding Zhuang!"

Thinking of this, Toltec nodded in satisfaction. He looked at the cronies beside him and ordered.

"Tupa, I'll give you two hundred people! Take these Ding Zhuang prisoners and **** them all to Mesper in the back. Then instruct him to arrange manpower and send them to the rear army camp for His Highness to see! His Highness likes young Ding Zhuang the most. It's gone!"

"Yes! Chief, shall we not wait for General Mespa? He has three thousand warriors..."

"What are you waiting for? Sweeping the dog tribe is fast! Before the mice can react, sweep away one more litter and one litter! Otherwise, who knows where they will burrow? I don't have the time to hunt for mice. Samurai Palms is not disciplined enough to move too slowly. We only need to bring a few scouts as guides for the legion, and the rest will stay behind and take prisoners slowly!"

The black wolf waved his hand boldly. Then, he identified the direction and waved the flag to the northwest.

"The whole army rests for a quarter of an hour! Before tonight, we have to kill the next tribe!"

"Roar!"

The roars of the warriors instantly resounded in the wasteland, and drowned out a low bark in the grass.

"Ow! He saw us and waved his flag at us!"

Ivican raised his head in horror, let out a low cry, and almost immediately turned to run away.

"Shut your dog mouth! Ivican, they didn't move! Two hundred steps away, as long as we put on our wicker hat, no one can see us in the grass!"

Amoxi quickly stretched out his hand and pressed Ivican to the ground. Ivican shivered for a long time before calming down. His eyes widened and he looked at the burning camp with deep fear.

"Ancestor! Amoxi, how long has it been? The Red Rat tribe of 2,000 people is over?"

"Ivican, your eyes are always better than mine, can't you see for yourself?"

Amoxy was also shocked. He answered irritably.

"Half of the Red Rat tribe went to see their ancestors, and half of them were captured and captured. It can't be over!"

"Ah~www.readwn.com~ Amoxi, the Red Rat tribe is over! Why didn't they flee?"

"Escape? When we just survived the cold wave, ordinary tribes were eating people, where would there be food to escape? Do you think they are all like your Red Fox tribe? There are many red-haired warriors, and they grab more food. The leader Treacherous again!"

"Ow! The leader of Ottowa really listened to the cleverness, grabbed it all the way, and never fought a losing battle!"

Hearing this evaluation, Ivican was a little proud. He nodded in agreement, and then spoke in a low voice.

"Amoxi, you've seen everything you need to see. Let's go back to the tribe and report the information to the leaders! The cactus tribe is so good at fighting, and the leaders have to figure out what to do."

"Okay! I really can't stay in the south, let's go now!"

Among the grass, the two red-haired warriors hunched over, took a last look at the black smoke on the hill, and left quietly along the back of the ridge. In the sky, several black vultures came smelling blood. They circled up and down, croaking and chirping in anticipation of a richer meal.

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