Aztec Eternals

The purple sunset turned red, and the green Taniguchi was stained with blood. Three thousand grass-rat-like tribesmen, along the undulating mountain pass, faced two thousand tiger and leopard-like Janissaries.

Under the banner of the Black Wolf, the Guard warriors formed a battle formation, waving their sticks alternately, and slashed powerfully at the enemy's head, neck, chest and abdomen. The canine tribesmen fell like cornstalks, sputtering out the vitality of the big canopy. The tribal people are loosely formed, demoralized, inexperienced in warfare, and there is almost no threat in battle. They pierced out the stone spears, leaving only shallow gaps in the cotton armor of the warriors, and then they were beheaded by the fierce battle sticks. The rush of slaughter came in the wind, and soon it turned into howls of dying, and screams of horror.

After only a moment of fighting, more than 300 dog descendants fell to the ground. The formation of the tribesmen swelled like a balloon, disorganized and disorganized, and people kept turning around and running away. Thousands of red fox warriors lined up in the rear, shot bone arrows mercilessly, and drove the tribesmen who were afraid to retreat back to the front line. Then, separated by a distance of forty or fifty paces, they threw rounds of arrow rain, struggling to harass the army formation of the warriors.

"Charge with me!"

Seeing the red fox warriors who would be on the line, Bertard led three hundred jaguar warriors, launched an assault himself, and rushed into the enemy's line!

The samurai leader is fast and agile, without any fancy movements, but just hits the key points accurately. He wields the battle stick lightly, cut the neck of one of the canines, and then swept away the other one's head with a sweeping blow. In just over ten breaths, he even killed several people! The canines died instantly, without even leaving a scream.

Then, three hundred jaguar warriors let out a tiger roar and launched a charge together! The warriors in tiger skins rushed into the formation and slashed wildly, as if entering no man's land. In the face of this kind of slaughter, the tribesmen of the dog tribe could no longer support it. They let out a cry of extreme fear, like balloons that were inflated to their limit, exploded and fled in all directions!

"Continue to charge!"

Bertard didn't stop there. He threw away the worn obsidian battle stick, pulled out the bronze Qin sword around his waist, and strode towards the red fox warriors. Drops of blood fell from the sharp flakes of obsidian, sinking into the gradually darkening soil, like the evening sky.

"Ow! Thick-skinned chief!"

Ivican narrowed his eyes and shot a bone arrow fiercely. The razor-sharp arrow swiped only Bertard's bronze armour, and only a slight swipe across the cloth. The samurai commander paused for a moment, looked at Ivican's red hair, and rushed forward.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The red-haired warriors fired a shower of arrows. The jaguar warriors who rushed into the formation did not stop. Bone arrows stuck in their cloth armor, but they didn't take any damage. The warriors rushed like fierce beasts, and they reached within thirty steps in a blink of an eye.

"Roar!"

Ivican's pupils shrank in an instant, then turned and fled.

"Ow! Thick-skinned tiger-headed warrior! Quickly withdraw!"

The red-haired captain ran away like a vigorous red fox. More than two hundred tribal scouts also turned their heads and ran. They have played against tiger-headed warriors, and they know how powerful the other is. If there is not enough numerical advantage, it is absolutely impossible to defeat the thick-skinned elite of the brigade. The remaining red fox warriors held their own bravery, or simply did not have time to react, and were directly attacked by the jaguar warriors.

A jaguar warrior slashed from the side and slashed the cotton armor of a red-haired warrior and cut through the opponent's chest and abdomen. The red-haired warrior fell to the ground screaming, desperately covering the torn wound, but his hands were dyed bright red. Vitality is flowing, mixed with internal organs, and the red hair is silent for a moment.

Seeing this scene, two tribal warriors double-teamed up. They stabbed out the stone spears with all their might, stuck them on the chest and back of the jaguar warrior, and made a metal thump, but they couldn't break the armor at all. The jaguar warrior grinned, and with his stick in both hands, he swept hard. The tribal warrior in front of him let out a penetrating groan, twisted his neck to ninety degrees, and died crookedly. Another young tribal warrior finally turned and fled with a look of fear on his face.

The jaguar warrior looked murderous. Wearing medium armor, he didn't chase, just took off the bronze throwing spear behind him, took two steps, and threw it suddenly.

"puff!"

The sharp throwing spear slid through a precise arc, pierced the young warrior's back accurately, and then nailed his whole body into the soil. The young warrior was still writhing on the ground, like a grasshopper stuck on the ground, but he couldn't move half a step. The warmth came out, and the screams and screams sounded, but no one cared, and slowly returned to rest.

Bertard took a step forward and stabbed a warrior wielding a stone hammer to death with a stab with his right hand. Then, he stepped back and retracted the sword, replaced it with both hands, and slashed diagonally from top to bottom! A red-haired head rolled to the ground. The samurai chief stopped with a dull expression, his clothes and armor were stained with blood, and the bronze sword in his hand was bright red. He has already killed the enemy formation, and there are no more enemies in front of him, only hundreds of red fox warriors who have fled!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Thousands of personal guards put down their battle sticks, raised their long bows, and fired a salvo. Dozens of red fox warriors fell to the ground screaming with their backs to the rain of arrows. The red fox warriors fled desperately, and suffered two more rounds of feather arrows, leaving dozens of corpses behind. The remaining fighters escaped the shooting range, turned into distant dots, and fled far away in a moment.

"These canine warriors can't fight in battle, but they flee very quickly!"

Bertard looked at Qin Jian for a moment, and smiled lightly. Then, he raised the copper sword, wiped it gently with his fingers, looked at the sharp and shining blade, and exclaimed in admiration.

"Kill several people in a row, and still have no wear and tear. It's a really good weapon! Well, the bronze sword is short and sharp, and the main purpose is to assassinate, with a large shield for defense."

The samurai chief looked up at the sky, and after a fight, the setting sun had already fallen into the sky, and the sky was gradually dimming. He looked around, and the ground was full of fallen canines, more than a thousand in number. The scattered tribesmen were scattered everywhere, and there were many wounded who were difficult to move. Hundreds of personal guards are searching and inspecting on the battlefield, adding a stick from time to time.

Bertard nodded, UU reading www.uukanshu. com looked at Taniguchi not far to the north. The figure in Taniguchi flickered, and a dog tribe with a large bag and a small bag appeared again. They looked at the battlefield in the south, and fled to the north in horror, with no fighting spirit at all.

"One thousand five hundred guards, join me, block the Taniguchi passage, and occupy the Taniguchi camp! Four hundred guards, chase and kill the scattered tribesmen, and return when it is dark! The remaining 100 people, count the battlefield and treat the wounded!"

With a loud shout, the samurai chief continued to go to Taniguchi with the brigade of the Imperial Guard. Taniguchi's dog descendants fled desperately, and hundreds of people escaped. The Mexica warriors of the brigade rushed to kill, and from then on, they were isolated from both inside and outside.

The night darkened quickly. In this battle, 3,000 dog descendants suffered 1,300 casualties, leaving more than 800 unarmored tribesmen and more than 500 red fox warriors. The 2,000 Praetorian Guards suffered only a few dozen casualties. The Guaquilis in the valley seem to know their fate. The low elegy echoed in the valley, and the desperate cries were scattered in the wind, all night long.

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