Aztec Eternals

"Whoosh!"

The swift bone arrows hit like lightning, and they came to the front in a flash! Before Giova could react, there was a sudden pain in his chest, and his whole body was shaken.

"呲... bang!"

The sharp arrow pierced the cloth surface and pierced the bronze armor with a "bang" sound. Prince Coyote took a step back and looked down hastily. This arrow was in the center of the mouth, but it didn't shoot through the bronze armor.

"Damn, you shot me in the dark!"

Giova was frightened for a while, and looked around, looking for the enemy who was attacking.

Not far away, Uman was stunned. He hit the key with an arrow, but the enemy did not fall. The red-haired personal guard showed a ruthless look, and with dozens of red-haired men, he took ten steps forward again, raising his hand and throwing another arrow.

"Whoosh!...Bang!"

The bone arrow hit the bronze armor, and it was another metal impact. Giova's chest hurt again, as if someone had punched him in the air, and took a step back. He looked down, and the arrow was still stuck in his heart, only two inches away from the previous arrow.

"Damn, it's such an amazing shot!"

Giova looked angrily and finally found the enemy general who was shooting. It was a red-haired canine hunter without any striking clothing. He was holding a large bow that was rarely seen in Guarquilis, and was looking over here at this time.

"It turned out to be a thick-skinned armadillo..."

Uman bowed his bow to observe, an unbelievable expression appeared on his face. He looked at the unscathed leader of Otomi and cursed in a low voice in surprise.

"Damn, it's so thick-skinned!"

More than fifty steps away, the two looked at each other with awe-inspiring killing intent. Giova turned back and shouted an order to the guards. Uman gritted his teeth fiercely and shouted to the redheads beside him.

"Ten steps forward! Fight with the Otomi dogs on both sides! The red-haired hunter in the middle, shoot the bird king with me!"

After that, Uman rushed in front. The distance of ten paces approached in an instant, and he raised his big bow again, pulling it all the way. This time, he aimed at the bird king's face! Around him, more than 30 elite red-haired hunters raised their hunting bows at the same time, aiming at the vital points of their heads and faces.

"Damn, **** it! Despicable Guaquili breed! Sneak attack!"

Giova looked at the group of redheads who were aiming at him, trembled all over, and cursed angrily. He threw away the battle stick in his hand, raised his shield with both hands, and tried his best to cover his head, face and neck.

"Whoosh whoosh! ... duh duh! ... bang!"

The red-haired hunters shot no arrows, and the whistling rain of arrows brought the vibrato of death. Most of the bone arrows were shot on the wooden shield, and the rest were pinned precisely on the cloth visor. Giova bowed her waist and raised her shield, as if she was walking in a rainstorm, her whole body hurt from being beaten. However, in one round of shooting, there were more than a dozen arrows stuck on his armor, which made him a hedgehog.

"Damn it! The wild dog that attacked!"

Giova struggled to stabilize her body, and carefully shifted her shield away, revealing her observational line of sight. He was furious, stretched out his fingers, pointed in the direction of Uman, and shouted orders to the guards.

"Shoot! Shoot them to death for me!"

Nearly a hundred guards have taken out their long bows and are ready to shoot. Hearing the leader's order, they all drew bows and arrows, took aim a little, and fired salvos toward the opposite side.

After Giova became the Prince, His Highness generously presented two hundred longbows. Half of them were distributed by him to important nobles and chiefs. The remaining half was used to select elites, and following His Royal Highness, the captain, Gong Jinwei, was formed.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

A sharp copper arrow pierced through the air. At this distance, the commoner's clothes are like paper paste, and the captured cotton armor can't resist it. Uman sensed the danger in advance, threw himself on the ground, and rolled back twice.

"Pfft, puff... ah!"

The arrow only penetrated into the flesh, making a penetrating puff sound, which was then covered up by a shrill scream and fell into Uman's ears together. Uman was lying on the ground, looking at his side with dust all over his body, and his heart felt like a drop of blood. More than a dozen elite red-haired hunters fell to the ground with arrows, bleeding profusely, and they seemed to be dead.

"Whoosh whoosh!..."

The longbow guards stood still and aimed, and sent out another round of fierce salvos, falling into the rear of the canine warriors. More than a dozen dog descendants fell to the ground instantly, and the rear was in chaos. And the front line of hundreds of dog descendants desperately attacked was also blocked by the gathered Otomi warriors.

"Ancestor's blessing! Form a battle formation and defeat the enemy!"

Giova waved her shield and shouted loudly, boosting the morale of the army. Seeing the leader coming to the front line unscathed, the warriors of Ottopan were heartened. They let out a shriek and began to fight hard. Soon, the warriors formed a battle formation, raised their shields to cover each other, and gradually stabilized the battle line.

A canine warrior frantically swung a stone hammer and killed the battle formation of the Otomi warriors. With all his strength, he smashed forward, but was blocked by the shield of a middle-aged warrior. The middle-aged warrior resisted the sunken shield and leaned back slightly, and another young warrior beside him swung his battle stick and slashed at the enemy's chest and abdomen.

"Zizi!"

The bright red of the big tent spurted out from the chest and abdomen. The canine warrior suddenly raised his head, lost his strength and fell to the ground. Another dog-born charged with a stone spear, the middle-aged warrior raised his shield again to block, and the young warrior slashed diagonally from the side. After a miserable howl, there were more corpses on the ground.

In the face of the formed army, the damage of the canine warriors began to rise rapidly, and the damage of the samurai was significantly reduced. Uman looked around the battlefield, anxious in his heart. He retreated to the tribal warriors, commanding the elite of the attack.

"Ouch! Red-haired hunters, shoot scattered and suppress the enemy archers! Tribal warriors, go around to the sides, don't rush directly into the formation!"

The fighting in the mountains is intertwined, shouting to kill the sky. Once the warriors got into close combat, it was difficult to command again. Hearing Uman's order, only hundreds of tribal warriors who had never fought were under command. They quickly divided into two teams, slanted to both sides of the Otomi army formation, and then lowered their bodies and charged like hounds!

The flank charge came, and the fight became fierce again. The warrior formations on both wings swayed for a moment, and were slightly scattered. The Ottopan warriors and the Guaquili warriors were entangled close to each other, like beasts biting each other, and they launched a deadly attack on each other. In just a moment, dozens of people fell!

The canine red-haired hunters straightened up and shot at the longbow warrior with all their might, and the archer on the opposite side responded quickly. The rain of arrows staggered between the mountain roads, and many flew into the forest, frightening the eagles and birds to fly away.

The veteran red-haired hunter Toh was flushed and indifferent. He narrowed his eyes, raised his hunting bow diagonally, and raised his hand was a sharp bone arrow! Forty paces away, the gray-blue longbow personal guard was shot in the face and fell down.

"Third finger!"

Toch nodded slightly and wrote down the number in his mind. Then, he moved slightly again, aimed at another guard, pulled the string to the corner of his mouth, and shot another swift arrow.

"Fourth finger!"

Toch counted confidently in a low voice without looking at the results of the shooting. He has held a bow for more than 20 years, and even his back is an arc suitable for shooting. As long as he shoots an arrow, he will know whether it hits by feeling.

"what!"

Sure enough, the other guard let out a shrill scream, blood from the arrow in his eye, and rolled to the ground in pain.

Toch's mouth twitched slightly. After this battle, he can draw four more red stripes on his face, and he will definitely surpass Uman as the first person in the tribe. He moved the hunting bow again and aimed at the next enemy, but there was a whistling of death in his ears!

Seven or eight feather arrows attacked at the same time, focusing on the marksman! Toh swiftly bowed and moved his steps, but he was still pierced by a sharp arrow through his waist and abdomen, and fell to the ground in one fell swoop. Then, another round of arrow rain hit him, instantly turning him into a **** man!

The senior hunter lay on the ground, the soil under him quickly wet. He finally tried his best to look up at the autumn mountains. Some autumn leaves danced in the air and fell slowly, stained with bright red.

"Autumn is a... cycle of... death...,... return... earth... mother... pro..."

Toh muttered to himself, his eyes quickly losing the light. Around the thick-skinned leader of Giova, warriors from both sides fell like autumn leaves. Two thousand elites fought fiercely, and at this time a third of them had died in the battle, but they were filled up by the reinforcements that arrived!

On the hill, the red fox chief clenched his weapon and stared at the battle.

Hundreds of red fox elites suddenly rushed out, half wrapping the leader of Otomi in it, like a snake's mouth half biting its prey. However, this prey had a frighteningly thick skin, but it couldn't bite through it, and was reluctant to let go. The brutal confrontation was continuing, the Otomi people opened the gates of the camp, and the tribes of the Canine tribes also sent out warriors. Reinforcements from both sides came in a steady stream, merging into them from both sides, stretching the front line longer and longer, and it was an unexpected decisive battle!

"Chief! Toh, the marksman, is dead!"

A personal guard quickly ran up the hill and reported to the red dog chief who was watching the battle.

"what?!"

Chichika clenched her fists tightly, her expression ferocious, like a beast that devoured people. Toh was one of the best shooters under his command, and he died in an unnamed mountain pass like this! Chief Red Fox hesitated, pacing back and forth. He turned his head again, looked at the battlefield that had expanded to three or four thousand people, and looked at Ottopan's personal guards whose front was still solid.

"No, you can't fight like this!"

Chichika bit her lip fiercely and made a decision. Although he wanted to fight the Otomi native dog, it was by no means a battle with flat terrain and no cover. Chief Red Fox roared to the guard next to him.

"Blow the horn of withdrawal!"

"Chief, withdraw?"

"Withdraw!"

Chichika growled sharply.

"Let Uman retreat! Send the remaining 2,000 warriors to ambush in the forest! Then send messengers to inform the other ministries: If the Otomi people chase into the forest, let them go back and forth!"

The guard nodded and left. But for a moment, the low horn echoed in the mountains. The Guaquilis hunted the great beasts of the north, and at this time used real horns.

"Woo! Woo!..."

Uman's eyes were red, he was raising his bow and shooting furiously, and the sound of the horn came from afar. He turned his head and looked at the hill where the chief was, but only saw the flag of the withdrawal. The figure of the chief has disappeared.

"what?"

"Woo! Woo!..."

Even in the heat of the fight, the elite red-haired warrior remains calm. They looked back, hesitated for a few breaths, then turned and retreated decisively.

"Ow! Let's go!"

Uman was unwilling, but he could only obey. Before leaving, he took one last look at the leader of Otomi, who was close at hand. The opponent was covered in arrows, and the shield shot like a brush. At this moment, he also turned his head and looked at the hill where the horn sounded.

"Where is it? The leader of the Guaquilis?"

Hearing this completely different horn sound, Giova's expression moved. He looked at the hills not far away, squinted for a moment, and then shouted to the guards.

"Wait the command flag and send troops to the nearest camp! Kill that hill!..."

While they were talking, the warring Guaquilis suddenly let out a chaotic shout. Then, they turned their heads in unison, the formation was completely scattered, and they fled to the mountains and forests behind. Most of the canine warriors are lightly armored and unarmored, and they are used to running. The warriors in the front line were red-eyed, and continued to chase the fleeing enemy, and they were about to enter the mountains and forests!

Giova looked at it for a moment, and saw the flying birds rising above the mountains and forests~www.readwn.com~ and vaguely flickering figures. He decisively took out the snail horn and blew it himself.

"DiDi! DiDi! The whole army retreats!"

"woo woo woo woo!"

The leaders of the two armies, one after the other, issued orders to withdraw their troops. The low horns and the sharp snails reverberated in the mountains at the same time, like a music that suddenly ended. The fighters on both sides quickly disengaged, then calmed down and turned back towards the central army.

A brutal war broke out suddenly, intense for a few moments, and then subsided so suddenly. Under the respectful gaze of the warriors, Giova pulled out the bone arrows from his body, broke them one by one, and threw them on the ground. Then he raised his head and looked at the vast sky.

I saw the sun slanted westward, and the red sun dyed the top of the mountain. At the two ends of the long mountain road, the two armies returned to their respective camps and resumed their confrontation after a distance of several miles. In this battle, more than a thousand people were killed on both sides in total, almost all of them were elites! The casualties of the two armies were roughly equal, and although the Guaquilis were unexpected, they did not take advantage of the battle.

Black vultures fall from the sky and pounce on fresh food. Between the rolling hills, nothing seemed to happen, only the yellow of the autumn leaves on the mountain road was dyed the red of maple leaves.

"Praise the Lord God for the blessings!...Thanks to His Highness for the gift!..."

Giova held the sun talisman on her chest, pressed her sturdy metal armor, and prayed devoutly to the sunset. Then, he gritted his teeth and cursed fiercely.

"Despicable Guaquili! When His Royal Highness's army arrives, I will sacrifice you to the Lord God, and send them all to the sky one by one!"

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