Aztec Eternals

"Dong Dong Dong!"

The drums of war sounded again. Toltec stood on the most conspicuous watchtower and waved the command flag forward.

Hearing the order, the Thousand Temple Crossbowmen, armed with crossbows and battle sticks, filed out from the camp. It was followed by a thousand new pioneer throws. The 2,000 pioneer battalions filled the narrow mountain road, aggressively attacked the rear battalion of the Guaquilis, and in a moment they were 200 paces away. Hundreds of the heads of the Samurai Samurai were scattered in this mountain pass, with wide-eyed terrified eyes and a face full of reluctance before death.

The warriors of the vanguard camp looked chilled and unaffected. The crossbowmen in the front row kicked their heads to both sides of the road, and the crossbowmen in the back row paused and waited for a while, never changing their faces. Some crossbowmen even took out their bolts, ready to shoot.

"It really is a coyote who is used to killing!"

Seeing this scene, Keka's pupils shrank slightly and his palms clenched tightly. He carefully observed the huge horizontal bow, thinking in his heart. After a while, the cactus warriors were already approaching within 120 steps of the camp. The temple crossbowman lowered his crossbow and began to wind the arrow.

Chief Red Frog no longer hesitated and waved his arms suddenly.

"New canine warriors, charge to the death!"

Hundreds of chiefs and guards shouted fiercely, and drove nearly three hundred dogs, Ding Zhuang, out of the camp. These Ding Zhuang faces were dyed with sacred red stripes. Some were wearing commoner clothes, some were naked, and they were obviously light soldiers without armor. The light soldiers, holding crude wooden shields in one hand and rough stone spears and hammers in the other, roared loudly, and rushed towards the front crossbowmen like wild beasts.

The temple crossbowmen paused, and under the command of the battalion commander, they put down their big crossbows and took off the battle sticks they were carrying. The two sides soon came to grips with each other. The first two hundred temple crossbowmen waved their sticks and formed a tight battle formation, easily knocking down these light soldiers. The vanguard brute at the back charged fiercely along the hillsides on both sides. They lowered their shields, thrust their bronze spears forward, and stabbed the charging hounds to the ground. But after a while, dozens of fresh corpses appeared in the valley, and the sticky warmth made the feet slippery.

"Ah!...Ah!..."

Dozens of temple captains blew the terrifying death whistle together. The charging dog Ding Zhuang quickly lost his morale and couldn't hold it any longer. He turned and fled to the camp. Seeing the fighter plane, the vanguard battalion commander blew the bone horn to attack, and more than 300 savage soldiers followed closely behind the defeated soldiers.

The fleeing dogs and the savage soldiers came to the bottom of the camp together. Just as they climbed the tens of meters of slopes, a piercing bone whistle suddenly sounded!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Hundreds of bone arrows pierced through the air sharply, knocking down a large swathe of canine strongmen and vanguard brute soldiers, regardless of enemy or foe. On the camp at the top of the slope, more than 400 elite red-haired hunters emerged from behind the piles of stones and wooden planks, together with the same number of tribal hunters, and shot arrows swiftly downwards together.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The whistling rain of arrows continued, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of people fell to the ground. Then, hundreds of chiefs and personal guards blocked the passages in and out, and fierce shouts came from the camp.

"Turn around and fight! Those who retreat die!"

There was no way out for the fleeing dog descendants, so they had to stop under the camp. They cried out in desperation, raised their shields and struggled to defend. Arrows pouring down from the camp continued to shoot down the entangled sides in a salvo.

"Woooo!"

The retreating snail horn soon sounded, and more than 200 vanguard soldiers quickly retreated. Then, a deep humming sound came from far away, and after the crossbow string was released, it was a salvo of death!

"Shhhhhh!"

Nearly a thousand arrows shot violently towards the camp. Even with the shelter of wooden boards and stone piles, more than 20 tribal hunters died on the spot. On the **** below the camp, the 100 or so surviving canines fell down, howling miserably. In Coca's view, they were like fresh cactus fruits, strung together by fierce crossbow arrows, and then the juice splashed.

"The horizontal bow of the Aztecs is so tyrannical!"

Seeing the power of the crossbow, Keka's eyes widened like a frog, and his heart was full of shock. He carefully stretched out his hand and tugged at the crossbow bolt that was nailed into the wooden board, but he couldn't pull it out for a while.

The Red Frog Chief was once a red-haired hunter of the tribe when he was young, and he was familiar with bows and arrows like his own arms, but at this moment, all cognitions were overturned.

"At one hundred and twenty steps, the arrow can be nailed into the board?... It's a weapon bestowed by the gods!"

After thinking about it, Cocao took off the wolf robe of the chief and threw it to the guard next to him.

"You, put on my wolf robe and go over there! Yes, stand under the banner in the center. Remember, put on a circle of shields, hide behind, and don't show your head!"

"Shhhhhh!"

The fierce crossbow arrow struck again, and the screams of dying sounded and disappeared. Keka clings to the wall of the village, puts on the robe of an ordinary soldier, hides behind the double-layered wooden board, and keeps an eye on the situation on the battlefield.

"Boo hoo hoo! ... hoo hoo hoo! ..."

Another two rounds of unilaterally suppressed crossbow arrows. The wall of the back camp is full of crossbow arrows that have not penetrated nearly an inch, nailed like hedgehogs. The **** leading to the camp was full of viscous liquid and corpses blocking the charge. The three hundred canines who came out have been killed and wounded.

Coca glanced at the situation on the **** without any disturbance in her heart. Anyway, it wasn't his own tribe that died, so even if it could hinder the enemy's attack a little, it would increase the advantage of the camp's defense. He continued to look at the enemy formations.

The Canines of the rear battalion were obviously more active. In order to guard against the Canine warriors who might attack, the Pioneer Battalion slightly adjusted its offensive formation. The temple crossbowmen were in the front line, spreading out along the mountain road and the hillsides on both sides, constantly firing at the camp, leaving only a few wide marching passages in the middle.

Under the cover of nearly 1,000 crossbowmen, Pioneer Throw was in the rear, preparing for a decisive charge. Although the pottery tribulus is powerful, it is very dangerous. Throwing this weapon requires a long preparation, and try to avoid the enemy's harassment.

Under the guidance of the war priest, hundreds of gray-blue figures scattered behind. They are lined up in loose rows, praying devoutly to the gods. Dozens of team leaders stood at the forefront with torches in their hands, with wooden boxes filled with hay under their feet.

"Shhhhhh!"

The fierce rain of arrows roared, as if it would never end. Keka shrank his head, patiently watching the prayers in the battlefield, listening to the vague prayers.

"...Supreme...Arrival!...Dedicated...God's Kingdom!...Vizzy radish is weird!!"

The cactus warriors called out the name of the **** three times, and a moment later, the holy prayer was finally completed. The leaders took out the **** from the wooden box, shook them lightly with torches, and handed them over to the pioneers. Then, the warrior who got the ball let out a frenzied cry, and rushed along the wide passage between the crossbowmen to the camp ahead!

"Hey, the smoking ball! Just this thing, can kill the red-haired elite?"

Coca was refreshed and a little puzzled. However, he still reacted the first time, and loudly ordered the guards.

"New canine warriors, charge to the death!"

The Red Frog guards wielded their weapons fiercely, and three hundred unarmored dogs, Ding Zhuang, were driven out like wild dogs.

"Shhhhhh!"

A large number of crossbow bolts arrived in an instant, with the cry of death, shooting dozens of canines who had left the camp to the ground. The attacking team was instantly chaotic, but the arrows on the camp were shot mercilessly, urging the canines to charge decisively. Ding Zhuang, a dog of more than 200 people, held a simple stone spear and wooden shield, howled in fear, rushed down the **** full of corpses, and instantly collided with the hundreds of savage soldiers charging.

"what!"

Seeing this scene, the black wolf Toltek suddenly clenched his fists and roared angrily.

"The dog-born grass mouse, how dare you do this!"

"Woooooo!"

The battalion commander blew the conch horn urgently, and the hundred pioneers of the second squadron immediately stopped attacking. The vanguard of the 1st Squadron was caught in a melee. The discarded orbs of divine power rolled around, and the sound of babbling was drowned out by the screams of killing, but it never stopped.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!..."

The thunderous explosion finally arrived! Nearly a hundred pottery tribulus terrestris continuously exploded under the **** of the camp, like a thunderstorm in summer, shaking the entire valley! The flames of the canopy splattered everywhere, bringing the wrath of the gods and igniting the warriors' hair. Three or four hundred people in the melee fell down, and the smoke and smoke rose at the same time, and even covered the camp above!

"Ah, ah! The smoking sphere! Ancestor, what a sorcery, a sorcery like thunder!"

The roaring thunder shook the camp, and all the canines were terrified. Behind the camp wall, Keka stood unsteadily and suddenly fell on his back. He was dazed by the explosion dozens of steps away, and he couldn't recover for a while. After a long while, Chief Red Frog muttered to himself in awe, and his mind was shaken.

"I see! It's no wonder that the Red Cat Tribe collapsed so quickly! Ah, the great chief of the Cactus Tribe is indeed a descendant of the **** of death, and his mana is so powerful! He is the enemy... ."

Two miles away, Toltec's face was sinking like water. He narrowed his eyes and watched as the burning black smoke gradually dissipated, revealing traces of the battlefield ahead. Twenty or so savage soldiers in cotton armor staggered and climbed up from the valley full of corpses. Their cotton armor was full of tiny holes, and their rattan hats were full of pottery shards. Dozens of canine descendants survived and were fleeing to the camp.

"Shhhhhh!"

The roaring crossbow bolts struck again, nailed to the Canine's camp, and also shot most of the dozens of fleeing Canines to death. The dozen or so surviving people cried and begged under the wall, but the red-haired hunters showed their heads and raised their hunting bows indifferently.

"Don't shoot! Open the camp door and let the remnants in! I want to take a closer look at the power of sorcery!"

Coca loudly ordered ~www.readwn.com~ and the hunters hid behind the plank blocking the arrows again. The chief guard opened the camp gate and let more than a dozen remnants enter the village. The third stormtrooper has been prepared, and the dog-born Ding Zhuang gathered behind the gate of the village, all looking gray and defeated.

Toltec looked into the distance, eyebrows raised. Behind the camp gate of the rear camp, more figures are faintly visible. Black Wolf no longer hesitated, grabbed the snail horn fiercely, and raised it to his mouth and blew it.

"Woooooo!"

"Captain Black Wolf, are you going to withdraw?"

Mespa leaned forward and asked in a low voice, with a hidden smile on his face. Toltec glanced at him lightly and shook his head.

"No! Just suspend the offense."

After speaking, the black wolf tightened the banner behind him and strode down the watchtower. A flat voice came from the wind, but Mesper suddenly changed color.

"I want to come forward in person and command the vanguard battalion!"

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