Aztec Eternals

September comes at the end of the rainy season, bringing sunshine to the sky and hope of harvest to the earth. It rains in the beginning of autumn and everything is harvested. South of the Leman River, the kingdom of the lake still has abundant rain, providing sufficient water for crops. Messengers were boating on Lake Patzcuaro, delivering orders to hurry up with the autumn harvest. As soon as they looked, there were high cornfields everywhere, lush and green, with no end in sight.

Farmers in the Lake District are busy in the fields, smelling the aroma of ripe grains on their noses, with the joy of the autumn harvest on their faces. Now the pumpkins have been harvested, the beans are just ripe, and the corn is on the cob. Under the supervision of the priests, the kingdom's spring ploughing this year was more timely than last year, and the weather was smooth and rainy, and it seemed to be a fruitful year!

In the wasteland of the Northland, the short rainy season has just passed, and the horn of war is getting more and more urgent. The plateau is desolate and rolling, with thousands of Otomi militiamen running back and forth. They used their shoulders to pick and fight with their hands, and then used some unicycles supported by the kingdom to transport military supplies from the mountain city to the northern land, and then **** the prisoners from the northern land to the mountain city.

The three-way coalition rested for several days, and after replenishing the latest batch of food, they obeyed the command of the Central Army and began to act again. The black wolf Toltec took the lead in attacking. The army scouts dispersed far away, engaging the harassing Canine squad. The army of the Eight Thousand Middle Road was unstoppable, and all the way to the north, the horn of the march blew for three days, and they came to the Red Fox Valley where the dogs gathered.

There was not a single white cloud in the sky, and the earth was full of Xiao Ran's killing intent. The confluence of mountains and rivers forms a rare fertile soil in the north, which attracts brutal fighting in the wasteland. The Eight Thousand Allied Forces camped in the southeast of the Red Fox Valley, and then slowly spread out to the surrounding area, encircling the southeast Taniguchi. Tens of thousands of Guajili tribes immediately shrunk into the Red Fox Valley. Each tribe only sent a few tribesmen to harass them, but most of the main force could not hold on.

"This is the Red Fox Valley?"

Toltec, with his own troops, stood in front of a valley entrance in the southeast of the valley, and carefully observed the terrain of the valley from a distance of several miles. Soon, he frowned.

The narrow mountain road stretches for miles, the terrain rises slightly, and at the end there are several wooden and stone forts built on high ground. A red lynx flag was planted on the fort.

Under the banner are the guarded Guachili dogs. They were armed with short bows and javelins and wielded stone spears and hammers, and they numbered more than a thousand. Among the more than 1,000 canine warriors, there are also two hundred senior red-haired warriors, who are howling loudly, brandishing weapons, and provoking demonstrations against the coalition forces in the south. From a distance, although the canines are poorly equipped, they seem to be in good spirits.

"Respected leader of the black wolf, this is the fertile Pahe Valley! In the coalition, many noble fiefs are here, and one-third of the Pamus warriors also come from here. This is the territory of our Otomi people, It's just occupied by a shameless canine, and the name of the canine has been changed!"

Mespa led hundreds of family warriors and stood beside the black wolf. He shouted angrily, looking at the canines in the valley with hatred, as if to kill each other with his eyes.

"Well, the terrain of Taniguchi is narrow, making it difficult for a large army to deploy. The enemy is condescending, and a defensive camp is built. There are thrown stones and wooden blocks on the camp. Hey, this wasteland dog is also a bit decent in defense! Is it? Learned from the Otomi?"

Toltec watched for a while, a little surprised. He turned to Mespa.

"You said there is a small town in the valley? What is the terrain like there, and are there any remaining Otomi people standing there?"

Hearing this, Mespa's expression darkened and he shook his head bitterly.

"Captain, the valley is born with natural terrain, and the defense relies entirely on the mountains enclosed by this circle, plus the two camps at the entrance of the valley in the northwest and southeast. The small town in the middle of the valley does not even have a defensive wall, just to give the nobles a decent place. To live in. The only thing that can be considered solid is the stone temple in the center of the small town."

"The cunning Guaquili dogs came very quickly, and everyone had no time to prepare! They dispatched hundreds of red-haired soldiers in advance to sneak into the camp around the Taniguchi. The Northwest Taniguchi fell in less than half a day, and thousands of dogs howled like wild beasts. They rushed in. Their eyes were red, they killed anyone they saw, and ate the food they grabbed. They were like demons coming out of the ground! The nobles and warriors took their family warriors and retreated to the temple, where they held on bravely for a long time. There are more and more canine descendants, and more than a dozen tribal flags appear in a row..."

"Seeing that the situation was over, the noble leaders discussed it together, and then decided to take the family warriors and retreat from the Southeast Taniguchi, which was still in their hands. When they left, they left hundreds of brave militiamen to stand at the temple, and now they are all You have returned to the kingdom of God!"

Toltec patiently listened to Mesper finish his words. He thought for a while, sifted out the useless words, and asked in a deep voice.

"Mespa, listen to you, you Otomi people have only held on for one day in such a steep valley?"

"Ah, it's more than one day. Since the scouts reported the enemy's situation, about...about two or three days!"

Hearing the question, Mesper turned ashamed and flushed.

"The main warriors were unprepared, and there was no subordination among the nobles. In addition, the dogs at that time went south to survive, it was too ferocious..."

"How many inhabitants were there in the valley? How many militiamen were withdrawn, and how many men? Are there still captured Otomi people? Can you echo that?"

Toltec continued to question, interrupting Mespa's explanation. Mesper paused, lost his voice for a moment, and then replied.

"There were originally 20,000 to 30,000 people in the valley. When it fell, only 1,000 nobles and samurai escaped, and then 2,000 or 3,000 militiamen were gathered. As for the other ordinary residents who escaped, the nobles had no time to manage, no Know how much they have escaped. Not long ago, the scouts watched on the hills, and now there are thousands of captured Otomi peasants in the valley, cultivating the fields for the Dogs. But they were all scared by the Dogs, the most rumored news, the rest is impossible to count on..."

"Captain Black Wolf, I was in Palms City at the time, and I really don't know much about the situation in the valley that day. If you want, I can ask a few nobles from Pahe Valley to come out and report back in detail."

"No need! Along the way, the dog tribe has seen a lot, but they are just some mice in the fields, but there are more than one here. As for the camp in Taniguchi, let's make a while to see what it is!"

Toltec raised his head, waved his big hand, then took out the small red flag and pointed to the camp on Taniguchi.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The low war drums were beaten, and the courier's banner was waved. The samurai battalion commander Jolici blew the bone whistle, and five hundred light archers wearing paper armor, lined up in a loose formation, quickly entered the narrow mountain pass. Behind the brigade of archers, followed by five hundred vanguard brutes who were about to charge.

Soon, the archers came to more than 100 paces from Taniguchi and started shooting formation. Longbow in hand, they approached in small steps with their heads raised, ready to shoot. Relying on the terrain, the camp opposite is more than ten meters high! There are hundreds of canine hunters above, each holding a short bow and a bone arrow, and they are also ready to go.

Jolicki narrowed his eyes, held up his shield, and estimated the distance of his upward shot. He approached until sixty paces from the camp. At the camp, an impulsive dog hunter couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hunting bow, and shot a short arrow downward. The surrounding canine hunters are affected, and they also shoot arrows.

"Whizzing!"

The rain of arrows came head on, bringing gusts of wind, vaguely mixed with the scolding of the red-haired soldiers.

"Bah! These barbarians from the north, the barking dogs! Without hearing the order, they fired in a swarm, and they are not even as good as the Turks. They have no discipline at all!"

Jolicki snorted disdainfully. He is a descendant of Tarasco, and has fought for many years, with both bow and spear skills.

Whether it is the kingdom or the alliance legion, the warriors are strictly required to obey the orders, especially in large-scale battles, they must act in unison. In comparison, the discipline of canine warriors is far inferior to that of the pike militia of the kingdom.

"Duh, duh."

Several feather arrows were driven into the wooden shield, making a low muffled sound. The samurai battalion commander felt the strength of the arrow shot from the shield, and blew the bone flute around his neck.

"Dudu! Mass shooting!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

A rain of arrows rose from behind Jolichi and shot at the camp sixty paces away. Eight or nine canine hunters let out shrill screams, and fell from the camp with a bang, leaving a long trail of blood. The rest of the canine hunters paused for a while, then lowered their bodies and shot down more violently. Soon, nearly ten legion archers also covered their throats or faces, groaning and falling to the ground.

Condescending and taking advantage of the terrain, even the short bows of the canine hunters can injure the long bows of the Legion at the same distance. Some red-haired warriors are particularly skilled in archery, and arrows are shot at the head, face, throat and heart.

Just as Jolicki removed his shield and observed the effect of the shot, a bone arrow struck sharply, hitting the rattan helmet on his head. The samurai battalion commander felt a pain in his forehead, his heart trembled, and he took two steps back before reaching out to touch his head. The bone arrow had already used up its strength, but when it was inserted into the fine rattan helmet, it would scrape the forehead, leaving a shallow opening.

"Damn it! It's a sharp shooter... This Guarquili dog... is also a bit powerful!"

The samurai battalion commander muttered to himself, once again covering his figure with his shield. Behind him, the drums of war kept beating, and the shouts grew louder. Inspired by the war priests, the vanguard brute prayed loudly to the Lord God, ready to launch a mortal assault. The archers on both sides shot at each other, the arrows rained back and forth fiercely, splashing a puddle of blood, and soon a hundred people were killed.

The bodies of the soldiers fell to the ground, exuding warm vitality. Vitality flows in the mouth of the valley, seeps into the streams between the valleys, and dipped a touch of bright red. By the stream, the cactus flowers were stained with blood and opened more vividly, like a harbinger of death.

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