Aztec Eternals

At the end of September, there is a golden harvest, but also withering killing intent. Shulot led the army, traveling eight or ninety miles east, and finally came to Giova's camp. As he looked around, he saw rolling hills along the way, and towering mountains in the distance. The smoke and dust of the march rose in the winding mountain road, and the leaves of the shallow trees also rose in the mountains.

"The Eastern Madre Mountains are really majestic!"

Along the way, Shulot sighed with emotion. The Palms Valley is northeast of the Red Fox Valley, deep into the Sierra Madre. The distance between the two valleys is about one hundred and seventy miles, and they are all rugged and winding mountain roads. These mountain roads are of variable width and are blocked by forests, making it very difficult for the army to pass.

"The northern expedition of the Guaquili dogs originally thought they were fighting on the flat wasteland, chasing the dead and chasing the north, but in the end, they all trudged through the mountains and attacked the cottage!"

Thinking of this, Shilot shook his head and laughed. The Guaquilis have no herds, but are a tough safari group, accustomed to the wilderness and mountains. They move like the wind, and when they encounter a powerful enemy, they naturally hide in the wasteland and flee hundreds of miles away. It is only now that he is trapped by food, and this is why he stays in two valleys and guards against danger.

"Raise the king's flag and let Giova come over!"

Soon, the black wolf's king flag was erected on the hill outside the camp. Sherlot climbed to the heights, overlooking the surrounding terrain, and observed the enemy's camp. Giova was also cautious and accompanied the king.

"Giova, you fought with the Red Dog Alliance before and lost thousands of people."

Shulot looked at the large-scale canine camp, and then looked at the dense forest near the camp.

"Red Dog Alliance, how is the combat power?"

"His Royal Highness, the Guaquili people on the opposite side are divided into five groups, headed by the Red Dog tribe, but their combat power is different."

Giova pondered for a while and answered calmly.

"The descendants of the Red Dog tribe are quite good at fighting. They are slightly weaker than my elites when they are fighting in formation, and they are better than the Ottopan warriors when they are fighting in the forest. But they are very cunning and always avoid fighting with the legion."

Then, Giova paused, looking a little indignant. He leaned down and complained like a house dog.

"His Royal Highness, the Red Dog Alliance has a large number of red-haired hunters, and their tactics are very flexible. They will harass the warriors at night, making the warriors unable to rest, and even launch night attacks. They will also use provocative and deceitful tactics to lead the legion into the forest. Among the thousands of people I lost, half of them went into battle without authorization and were ambushed and killed in the forest. They were also extremely despicable, concentrating a large number of marksmen and sniping at the leader... Your Highness, please use the Lord God The mana, destroy the enemy! If you hadn't given me the bronze armor, I would have gone to the kingdom of God..."

"Night harassment? Provocation and defeat? Fighting in the woods, beheading tactics? It's so familiar..."

Shilot was silent.

"The Red Dog Alliance is like a pack of wolves in the wasteland, and its fighting style is more inclined to attack. Even when the two armies face off, they continue to choose to take the initiative to attack and create pressure on the opponent. The weakness of the dog breeds is their poor equipment and impulsive personality. They are disciplined. Not high and not good at defense.”

The king thought about it and looked at the opposite side again. The Red Dog Tribe seemed to have discovered the arrival of reinforcements from the Alliance, and they once again dispatched several hundred elite teams to shoot arrows around the camp to harass them. Three of them, along the mountains and forests, came to kill the black wolf's king flag.

"His Royal Highness, there is still a small group of dogs hidden in the forest! The enemy is attacking, will you return to the camp temporarily..."

Bertard looked at the birds in the forest and suggested with a solemn expression.

"No! One thousand longbow guards, five hundred jaguar warriors, all in armor. Why should I hide?"

Shilott smiled and ordered loudly.

"Bottard, I'll give you five hundred longbow personal guards, and go meet the dog-born hunter on the opposite side for a while!"

The samurai chief nodded. He personally led the Longbow personal guards to the front of the hill and formed a scattered formation to defend. But for a moment, the red-haired figures were also scattered in formation, rushing to the front as if flying.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Condescendingly, at a distance of a hundred paces, the guards began to shoot arrows. The fierce rain of arrows roared away, shooting down several hunters. Hundreds of dog hunters all bowed down, followed by the cover of forests and hills, and surrounded them from all directions, like wolves hunting in the wilderness. Not long after, the two sides were already within fifty steps and started shooting at each other.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The canine hunter straightened up abruptly, and shot arrows desperately at his guards. Precise bone arrows struck, stabbing at the vital part of the chest, but blocked by the bronze armor, making a thumping sound of metal slamming. The guards did not evade, narrowed their eyes, and shot arrows steadily. Soon, sixty or seventy dog-born corpses lay down under the hill.

"Ow!"

The canines sneaking through the forest finally arrived. Two hundred canine warriors suddenly rushed out of the nearest mountain forest and rushed towards the flying black wolf flag. Shulot's expression did not change, and he waved the flag.

"Roar!"

Two hundred jaguar warriors roared. Wearing bronze armor and holding shields, they rushed out a few steps and threw their spears! The heavy throwing spear broke through the air, and the charging canine warrior instantly pierced through his chest and abdomen, and fell down screaming. This penetrating injury cannot be treated, and as long as it is hit by a throwing spear, it means death. Then, the jaguar warriors took out their battle sticks and began to slaughter recklessly.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The rain of arrows whizzed back and forth, and the hunters of the dog breed were completely scattered, and they couldn't lift their heads when they were suppressed by the guards. Their arrows pierced the thick skin on the opposite side, and the arrows hit the key points, but the opponent was unscathed. As long as the personal guard hits with an arrow, it can penetrate the hunter's cloth and cotton armor, causing them to be seriously injured or killed.

"Captain Uman, you can't fight! The opposite side is full of thick skins, let's withdraw!"

Amoxi leaned down, hid behind a rock, and whispered to Captain Red Dog.

"It's useless to shoot like this! In the Red Fox Valley, we have played against cactus warriors many times! A thick skin like this requires five or six warriors to kill at the same time. They also wear helmets, and if they shoot arrows, they must Shot in the calf or in the throat!"

"Damn it! Don't compare the cowards of the Red Fox Valley with the warriors of our Red Dog tribe!"

Uman scolded angrily. He didn't believe in evil and once again appeared, aiming at the samurai headed on the opposite side, and fired an arrow straight to the throat!

A dangerous sound came from the air~www.readwn.com~ The samurai's body responded first. Bertard lowered his head slightly and turned his body sideways. The arrow rubbed his helmet and shot, causing a metallic scratching sound. Then, the samurai captain turned around abruptly, cast a dignified gaze, and drew the longbow in his hand.

"Whoosh!"

Amoshi yanked Uman's body and pulled him behind the boulder. The sharp copper arrow rubbed their red hair, and shot into the soil with a "poof", the arrow did not penetrate two inches!

"what!"

Uman's face changed greatly and his body trembled. He struggled to get up from the ground and returned fire with a bow.

"Captain Uman! The soldiers who raided were smashed by the tiger heads! There is no hope for the sneak attack, so retreat!"

Amoxi held down Uman again and tried to persuade him. Uman is the personal guard of Chichika, the chief of the red dog, and a warrior of the tribe. You must not be folded here!

In the past two days, Amoshi was forcibly transferred to the camp by the Red Dog Chief to serve as his personal companion. From time to time, Chief Red Dog asked him for information on the tribes of the South. He answered them one by one, and at the same time silently learned the methods of the chiefs to rule the tribe. Today, the banner of the Black Wolf comes from the mountain road to the west. He told the chief that this was the death of the great chief, and it was best to evacuate as soon as possible. The red dog chief was noncommittal. Uman proposed to take the initiative to attack, Chichika nodded in praise, and let Amoshi, who knew the cactus tribe, attack together.

"The Great Chief Death God has boundless mana, and there are countless thick skins around him. How can he be so easy to attack?"

Amoxi sighed in his heart.

"The Great Chief's reinforcements have arrived, and this battle is destined to be fierce. How can the Red Crow Tribe escape?"

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