Aztec Eternals

"Listen to you, Chief!"

The personal guard Uman nodded, his face also showing a ruthless look.

"I personally lead the team at night and kill an Otomi native dog!"

"Haha! Very good, brave warriors should be fearless!"

Chichika laughed. He stretched out his fist and punched Uman's chest hard. Then, the red dog chief looked cold and looked at the forest where the fighting stopped.

"Uman, cut off the heads of the hundreds of Otomi warriors who died! The heads are piled up outside the next camp. If the Otomi come out to take revenge, hunt again!"

"Listen to you, Chief!"

Uman nodded again and again. Then he stretched out his hand to the most central camp, where a flag of birds flew. Hundreds of archers were stationed in the camp, some with long bows in their hands.

"Chief, why don't you pile the heads out of the Otomi leader's camp! If he continues to shrink like a tortoise, the morale of the dogs will not be good!"

Hearing this, Chichika narrowed her eyes and looked at the strong Otomi camp.

"Okay, bring three hundred redheads who are good at shooting and go do it!"

"Listen to you, Chief!"

Uman showed excitement and walked away quickly. Soon, the dead forest was noisy again. Hundreds of canine descendants, carrying blood-stained heads, lined up in a loose formation and rushed to a distance of more than a hundred paces outside the camp. They hurled insults at the camp and piled their heads on the soft ground.

Under the banner of the flying bird, Giova clenched her fists and looked at the provocative canines outside the camp, burning with anger.

"Damn Guaquili! Damn Red Dog Chief! Damn!"

Giova slapped her chest angrily, and the bronze cloth armor made a metallic crash sound. He felt the solidity of the metal, remembered His Highness's military strategy, and calmed down again.

"His Royal Highness said that as a commander, you must restrain your emotions, especially not to send troops when you are angry. You must use your own advantages and limit the advantage of the enemy. Canines are good at melee combat in the mountains and forests. Compared with them, the Ottopan warriors are good at battle. .."

"The bird king of the Otomi people, the shrunken armadillo, the short lynx!  …"

The insults outside the camp became more and more unbearable, and the sound was in my ears.

"Damn, **** it! Guard warriors, join me in battle!"

Giova's eyes were red, and she ordered angrily. For the past few days, he has been stubbornly refusing to fight, and the warriors have complained that the prestige of the new leader has been shaky. Today, the front battalion attacked without authorization and suffered many losses. If the canines are allowed to be humiliated again, the warriors of Ottopan will really be dissipated!

Giova thought hard while putting on a bronze helmet with several bright feathers on it. Then, he reached out and touched the sturdy metal armor, thought about it for a while, and put a tough leather robe on it. The coyote-like prince made all preparations cautiously, and then he brought all the archers and led a thousand warriors out of the camp.

The horn of the attack sounded loudly, and the elite Ottopan warriors rushed out of the camp and divided into two formations. The front line killed the provocative hundreds of Canine Ding Zhuang, while the back line raised a big bow and shot at the Canine warriors behind.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The fierce rain of arrows roared, and the sharp screams cut through the mountains and forests, and more than 20 dogs died in an instant. Soon, the warriors who came out were fighting with the provocative canines. After only a moment of fighting, the warriors beheaded dozens of canine Ding Zhuang, and the rest were like a group of fleeing rats, all of them fled to the rear.

"well!"

In the mountains behind, Uman held the captured longbow, full of excitement before hunting. Behind him, there are a full three hundred redheads who are good at shooting, and five hundred warriors who are preparing for melee combat. The elites of the Red Dog Tribe are ambushed here, ready to launch a sharp blow against the leader of the Otomi people at any time.

Under the **** of his personal guards, Giova fiercely chased and killed the scattered enemies, showing the bravery of the new leader. The coyote prince kept shouting and shouting, swinging his battle stick vigorously, beheading the enemy who dared to resist. His bright feathers fluttered overhead, so striking.

The charging samurai was motivated by the leader, his morale was lifted, and he shouted loudly.

"The leader of the mountain city, the fighting bird king!"

Giova rushed for a moment, beheaded several enemies, and then gradually slowed down. He breathed a little, the armor and leather robe were really heavy. Then, Prince Coyote looked around, saw the woodland a hundred paces away through the gap in his visor, and stopped completely.

"In this rush, the leader's bravery is enough! If there are any nobles chattering about their tongues, they can use thunder. The fighting in the mountains and forests is too risky, and the cunning Guaquili will definitely bury an ambush, or order a samurai. Let's retreat!"

In the woods, Uman frowned. The leader on the opposite actually stopped and called his own guards, seemingly not planning to move forward.

"Bah~www.readwn.com~ The cowering armadillo stopped halfway through! The last Otomi leader was a warrior who personally led the charge, and crushed 2,000 tribal warriors head on!"

Uman gave a fierce "bah". Of course, the end of the last Otomi leader's charge was that he was ambushed by the red hair he led, and the arrows were shot to death. Thinking of this, he tightly clenched the longbow in his hand and became excited again.

"With this captured big bow, I'll shoot you to death too!"

"Drip!"

The conch horn to withdraw troops sounded in the mountain road. Giova himself blew the conch horn and summoned the warriors to retreat. The charging Ottopan warrior gradually stopped. They looked back for a moment, and then moved closer to the brave prince.

"Can't wait!"

Uman suddenly let out a tiger roar, blew the bone whistle, and shouted to the redheads behind him.

"Dudu! The elite of the tribe, all charge! Get close and shoot, hunting the bird king of the Otomi people!"

The eight hundred red dog warriors howled like a pack of wolves, then fiercely rushed out of the woodland and charged towards Giova not far away. Seeing this scene, a large group of Ottopan warriors also gathered, and there was a fight in front of the woodland.

The ambushed enemy emerged from the forest and ran straight towards it. Although Giova had expected it, she was suddenly surprised. He subconsciously prepared to turn around and run away, then forcibly stopped his footsteps. Prince Coyote looked left and right and whispered.

"Give me a shield!"

Hundreds of tribal warriors were like crazy tigers. They made almost no defense, wielding stone hammers and bronze spears, and charged desperately at the enemy's leader. Uman personally led the red hair and rushed to the front.

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