Aztec Eternals

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The morning sun rises from the east, lighting up the golden sky and the rolling hills. Watermark advertising test Watermark advertising test Feather cedar stands upright in the mountains, and the green and yellow needles sway in the wind, like the feathers of the gods. The rising sun rises into the sky, and the mountains and forests fly. In the late autumn, the Eastern Madre Mountains, like the colorful feathers of the Earth Mother, are dazzling.

"It's the most beautiful season and the best time to hunt."

Shirott stood on the high ground, looking at the northern scenery, smiling. Behind him, the flag of the black wolf fluttered high, and not far away was the surrendered red monkey camp. Under the high ground, thousands of Mexica warriors looked chilled, and their armors were sonorous, surging towards the Red Dog Main.

The king's sight fell on the red dog camp. He looked carefully for a moment, then reached out a finger.

"Ozoma, is that Chichika who is standing on a high place wearing a wolf robe?"

"Exactly, esteemed Chief Death God."

The Red Monkey Chief Ozoma was kneeling on the ground with a very respectful expression. He is like a follower wolf who has left the wolf pack and re-loyalty to the new wolf king.

"Ozoma, how dare you betray me!!"

At the heights of the Red Dog Camp, the old wolf king's eyes were red, suppressing his anger, and feeling the chill to his bones. At this moment, in the eyes of Chichika's chief leader, there are no layers of forests, only all things are withering, and the splendor of late autumn is not seen, only the winter is coming.

"Big leader, the Red Monkey Tribe has betrayed. The Mexican Legion is about to attack!"

The guard looked panicked and knelt down at Chichika's feet. The Red Monkey tribe suddenly rebelled, and the enemy army arrived in an instant. The Red Dog Master didn't have time to mobilize the various ministries, and it was too late to prepare for defense. At this moment, there are only 4,000 soldiers in the camp, and they are about to engage the enemy's forward!

"What are you afraid of!"

Chichika shouted loudly, raised her foot, and kicked the guard to the ground. He had a fierce expression, no fear, and shouted angrily.

"Two packs of wolves meet on the wasteland, and they are both hungry, so it's just a fight!"

"Listen to you, Chief!"

The guard turned over and continued to kneel on the ground. Chief Chichika is the backbone of everyone. As long as the chief is not flustered, his heart will quickly settle down.

"Defend the camp! Raise the battle flag of the tribe and sound the horn of the death battle! The red-haired hunters occupy the shooting heights, the tribal warriors raise their shields for cover, and the chief guards supervise the battle at the rear. Then select a group of brave warriors, ready to leave the camp at any time. assault!"

Chichika shouted sharply, and the orders were passed down one by one. Then, the big chief paused for a while and gave the order again.

"Send an envoy to Amoxi at the Red Crow Camp, and let him quickly lead all the ministries in the valley to come to support!"

"Listen to you, Chief!"

Two of the guards immediately came out, carrying the leader's token, and ran to the valley behind.

After all this was arranged, Chichika showed murderous intent and roared fiercely.

"Go, bring all the children of the Red Monkey Tribe!"

Soon, the personal guards escorted six people. A few months ago, after establishing the status of the leader of the Red Dog tribe, Chichika began to strengthen his authority. He recruited several important disciples from all major tribes as personal guards, including the Red Monkey tribe.

Among these people, the one with the highest status is Orzoma's clan brother. As soon as he arrived, he fell to his knees on the ground with a thud, pleading loudly.

"Big Boss, I didn't know about the surrender of Orzoma! Please... uh!"

Chichika strode forward, grabbed the opponent's hair with his left hand, took out a long dagger with his right hand, aimed it at his throat, and wiped it violently.

"Bah..."

The warmth of the big tent sputtered out. Chichika stretched out her hand, and with the flow of warmth, she wiped her face and hair bright red. It's the ancient custom of the wasteland to smear the holy red and fight to the death!

Seeing this scene, the guards all knew the determination of the big leader. Excited, they took out their daggers one after another, killed the remaining red monkey brothers, and smeared bright red again.

"it is good!"

Chichika looked around, seeing the morale of the guards being boosted, raised their heads and howled in satisfaction.

"Ouch! Cut off the heads of these people and hang them by the flag of the Red Dog. Today I will stand here, and I will never take a step back and fight the Mexicans to the end!"

"Ow! Fight to the death!"

The guards shouted in unison, and then they split up and commanded each team to fight to the death.

The main business of Red Dog occupies the mountain pass, with mountains to the east, forests to the west, and mountain roads to the north and south. The Mexican army came from the south, with five hundred red frog warriors in the vanguard. The red frog fighters attacked quickly and engaged in close combat with the red dog scouts outside the main office. Both sides are light soldiers hunters, attacking and killing each other, vying for the front position of the battalion. Soon, blood was pouring everywhere.

Two quarters of an hour later, the main force of the Mexican Legion finally arrived, and the scouts of the Red Dog tribe were driven back to the camp. Bertard personally commanded in armor and waved the flag. More than a thousand temple crossbowmen unfolded in front of the camp, approaching within a hundred paces, and then all fired arrows.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The arrows of the crossbow were like rain, lashing upwards, deeply nailed to the wall of the Red Dog's main camp, so the hunter on the opposite side couldn't lift his head. The main building of the Red Dog has not been long, and the wall is simple and low, but it occupies a high place and has a terrain advantage. At this moment, the tribal warriors held up their wooden shields, and the red-haired hunters crouched behind the fortress wall, waiting for the death-defying fight together.

There is no need to save arrows in this battle today. Bertard waited patiently until the crossbowmen had fired five rounds and the wall was bright red before waving the battle flag again.

"First Ottopan Warrior Battalion, charge! Longbow Guard Battalion, approach and shoot!"

The fierce war drums sounded immediately, and thousands of Ottopan warriors dressed in cotton armor, clenched their sticks and shields, and rushed towards the high camp. And behind the gray-blue figure, there are more than a thousand longbow personal guards. Wearing bronze cloth armor and holding a man-high bow, they approached within fifty paces of the fortress wall, and shot at the hunters in the camp.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

A rain of howling arrows came from the heights, hitting the vital points of the Ortomi warriors. The Red Dog tribe has more than 600 red hairs, almost twice as many as the ordinary big tribe. These elite hunters are condescending, and the arrows are not empty. However, after two rounds of shooting, the Otomi warriors who rushed into the formation lost more than 100 people, and their morale dropped.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sharp copper arrow flew up, with a strong force, piercing the red-haired hunter in the high place. Longbow's personal guard looked cold and hard, and with the protection of bronze armor, shot and killed the enemy's elite. The red-haired hunters fired another round of warriors, and had to divert their target to meet the thick-skinned longbow guards.

The archers on both sides suppressed each other, and the charging Otomi warriors could no longer block. They roared and rushed to the wall, then climbed up and fought against the canine warriors!

The brutal melee battle devoured the lives of the warriors on both sides, blood and corpses scattered like red leaves and bloomed like cactus flowers. In half a quarter of an hour, the thousand Ottopan warriors who rushed into the formation lost nearly half, and collapsed.

Bertard looked calm, staring at the fighting wall. He saw that the canine warriors gradually gathered under the wall, and the red-haired hunter also showed his figure, so he waved the flag.

"The First Pioneer Brigade, throw the magic ball!"

The army set off from the Hekou fortress and marched north for more than 700 miles, carrying very limited gunpowder weapons. When attacking the Red Fox Valley, Tao Tribulus consumed too much, and the remaining amount was only enough for one round of throwing, and it was kept until this time. In fact, the early gunpowder will gradually lose the nitrate powder during the long march, thereby reducing its power. At this time, the explosive power of the pottery tribulus is probably limited, and its more effect is to shock the enemy.

"Praise the Lord God, dedicate yourself to God!"

The two hundred vanguard brutes of the first brigade prayed fervently and shouted wildly. Then, holding the ignited divine power ball, they quickly rushed towards the wall. Along the way, the longbow guards avoided one after another, leaving a wide charging channel.

"Quick! Red-haired hunter, shoot the enemy who is charging to death!"

Seeing this scene, Chichika, who was personally supervising the battle, changed her expression and shouted. He heard Amoxi from the Red Crow Tribe say that this divine power ball is very powerful. Although it is inconvenient to fight in the field, it is a real weapon!

When the Red Dog tribe encountered such a weapon for the first time, they couldn't react at all. In just a moment, hundreds of smoky orbs were thrown into the camp and rolled at the feet of the entangled warriors. The warriors of Ottopan didn't support it at all, and at this time, the souls of the dead were all gone. They left the enemy dead, jumped off the wall, and fled outside the camp.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The canine warriors were wondering, and the terrifying explosions sounded like thunder. Hundreds of tribal warriors fell to the ground on the spot, and the red-haired hunters were also shocked by the roar and dazed. Bertard ignored the disintegrated first battalion of warriors and gave the order solemnly.

"Second Ottopan Warrior Battalion, charge to the death!"

"Roar! Kill!"

A thousand gray-blue warriors shouted and rushed to the camp. The new round of charge was like a broken bamboo, and the dog-born defenders were chopped to death by the samurai before they recovered from the shock. However, within half an hour, the main wall was lost. After several battles, the Red Dog tribe lost nearly a thousand soldiers. The remaining four hundred redheads retreated to the battalion and continued to shoot arrows to resist.

"The Chieftain's Guard comes forward! Block me!"

Seeing the lost fortified wall, Chichika's big leader's eyes were split. The sun has just risen in the sky, and it will take time for the Red Crow reinforcements to arrive! He personally held a shield and came to the center of the camp, boosting the morale of the tribe. The 2,000 warriors who were in reserve also rushed forward and fought again with the warriors who had entered the camp.

The boiling cry of killing shook Taniguchi, and the warm blood pooled into a stream. The Red Dog Tribe fought to the death, and the situation in the camp fell into a stalemate.

Bertard stepped forward a hundred steps and came outside the main office. He watched the fighting in the camp and frowned deeply.

The terrain in the Red Dog Camp is complex, with ups and downs. The fighters on both sides scuffled together and staggered. The sight of the archers was also blocked by the complex terrain, making it difficult to shoot.

The Legionnaires have broken through the wall and went deep into the camp. In the past, at this time, both the defenders of Tarasco and the tribes of the Red Fox Valley would soon collapse. However, at this moment, the Red Dog tribe is still fighting to the death, and there is no sign of collapse. The one who was about to be unable to support it was the Otomi samurai who broke in!

"The Red Dog tribe is really tough!"

Shulot stood on the high ground, watching the battle. He saw the gray-blue crowd charging in, and was firmly blocked by the soldiers of the red dog, and even slowly pressed back to the wall. The king was a little surprised and couldn't help but praise his opponent.

"Chichika is a hero who can make warriors die!"

Ozoma looked embarrassed and bowed his head, not knowing how to answer for a while. Two steps away, the poet Baramo looked at the battlefield with radiance. He was inspired and recited aloud.

"...The most beautiful agate in the world is the blood bead of warriors! It shimmers in the dazzling sun, it floats in the long holy wind... Tough and unyielding soul, like the solidified rock in the volcano , even the **** of death, who leads the soul, cannot take you away!  …”

"Ok?"

Hearing this, "Chief Death God" Shulot raised his brows. Ozoma also looked up in surprise.

Balamo paused for a moment, and then remembered the new title of His Highness for the past two years. He didn't change his face and continued to chant.

"But the power of the **** of death is always eternal! The fate of impermanence changes like clouds, but after all, it rains. Just as the life of the warrior is destined to wither in the hands of the supreme **** of death!..."

"Okay! Balamo, the poem is well done."

Shirot waved his hand, and Balamo obediently shut up. Sherlot pondered for a while, then looked beside him.

"Ozoma, Chichika seems determined to fight to the end. The sun has risen in the sky, and reinforcements in the valley may arrive at any time...I don't want the warriors to suffer too much damage, what advice do you have? "

The king's eyes came to him, and Ozoma quickly fell to the ground respectfully. His thoughts ran like electricity, and he soon had an idea.

"Respected Chief Death God. The Red Dog's main business was built not long ago, and there are indeed omissions."

Ozoma replied respectfully.

"Ok?"

"To the east of the camp is a steep mountain. If you climb the mountain and shoot from the top, you can completely suppress the main camp!"

Hearing the reputation, Xiulote looked over, looked at the terrain of the main business, and shook his head in disappointment.

"The mountains to the east are so steep, and there are canine hunters shooting on the mountainside. Even if you send elite soldiers to climb, I don't know how long it will take, and it will not help the current battle situation!"

"Great Chief, you know the Red Monkey Camp, why is it located here on the high ground?"

Hearing this, Orzoma showed a confident smile on his face.

"Oh? You mean..."

Shiroute thought aloud.

"Exactly! There is a hidden and narrow mountain road behind the highland, which is connected to the mountains to the east of the main camp. From this mountain road to the north, it only takes two or three quarters of an hour to reach the high mountain! As long as you occupy the terrain, you can not only suppress the camp. , it is not difficult at all to shoot Chichika!"

"very good!"

Shirot nodded in satisfaction. He looked at the respectful Ozoma and suddenly smiled.

"Orzoma, the Red Monkey tribe is familiar with the terrain. I heard you have three hundred red-haired hunters, so just strike for me!"

"Ah, this..."

Orzoma hesitated for a moment, then fell to his knees.

"Great Chief, the Red Monkey Tribe has been damaged all the way, and now there are only two hundred redheads left!"

"It's okay."

Shilot smiled and ordered calmly, but could not refuse.

"The Red Frog Tribe still has three hundred redheads. Then let Miwa attack, bring the red monkey hunters, and climb the mountain to attack! Five hundred hunters occupy the mountain, which is enough to make a final call."

"Miwa...Zukata..."

Hearing this familiar name, Ozoma was slightly taken aback, and his mood was up and down.

On the night of the Skyfire attack, Miwa led dozens of elites to raid the Red Monkey Camp, only to be defeated by Zukata's spear guard and then captured by the tribe. Orzoma personally interrogated Miwa and learned about the treatment of the Red Frog tribe after they surrendered, which led to the idea of ​​surrendering.

Then, after stationing at Taniguchi Front Camp, he sent Zukata to **** Miwa south as a sincerity to negotiate. Unexpectedly, although Zukata secretly left, he still completed the **** mission. Now, the Great Chief actually wants Miwa to lead the elite hunters of the Red Monkey Tribe. The world has changed...

"Huh? What, Orzoma, you don't want to?"

Shulot cast his eyes, with a mountain of pressure.

"Ah! I would like to die for the Great Chief!"

Ozoma came to his senses and fell to the ground and kowtowed.

"I'll lead the guards myself..."

"No. Orzoma, you stay with me and advise me."

Shirot shook his head. His smile was gentle, but Ozoma froze.

"Let the affairs of the Red Monkey Tribe be handed over to your personal guards and deal with it temporarily!"

"...Yes, follow your orders, my wolf king."

Orzoma pursed his lips and bowed to the ground. Then, he called his personal guard and ordered the red-haired hunter to dispatch. After a while, he gritted his teeth, looked at the fighting in the distance, and spoke softly.

"The Great Chief."

"Ok?"

"I have another proposal."

"Go ahead."

"Although the mountains on the west side of the camp are dense, you can send an elite team to the rear of the main camp!"

"You mean...to block Chichika's escape route?"

Shirot was a little stunned. He pondered for a while and asked.

"Now in this battle, if Chichika wants to retreat, the Red Dog clan will collapse immediately, and it will save the strength of the attack!"

"The Great Chief is wise and enlightened!"

Orzoma first nodded respectfully, and then spoke slowly.

"The team circled back, not to block Chichika's retreat, but to block his reinforcements!"

"Reinforcement? There are thousands of soldiers in the Red Crow Tribe. What role can a few small teams play? Overcoming the Red Dog Camp as soon as possible and capturing Chichika are the current priorities!"

Shilott smiled and didn't care.

"The Great Chief, there are only a few small teams. They can't stop everyone, but they can stop people's hearts."

"Block people's hearts?"

"Exactly."

Orzoma smiled faintly, his eyes shining like an old monkey in the deep forest.

"Chief Red Crow Amoxi seems to be loyal, but in fact he has a deep mind. If he comes to help with all his strength, he will naturally be unable to stop him. But if he has other ideas, these blocking teams can help him convince himself and his followers..."

Having said this, Orzoma bowed down again, and respectfully welcomes the battle.

"The Great Chief~www.readwn.com~ There are still 3,000 soldiers in the Red Monkey Tribe who can die for you! The tribe can call out 500 elite soldiers who are familiar with the terrain and cut off the main back road!"

Hearing this, Shirot turned around and looked at Ozoma. The face of the other party was full of sincerity, and it seemed that he really surrendered and surrendered completely.

After a while, Shulot nodded.

"That's right! Orzoma, you're much smarter than Chief Red Frog. Send people, do it!"

"Follow your orders! Powerful Death Chief, Ozoma is willing to submit to your mighty power from now on and be your loyal follower wolf. As long as your mighty power is immortal, my loyalty will never change... This oath ancestor witness!"

Ozoma fell down and swore, and said the words he had prepared for a long time. He looked up at the Great Chief's expression, and then walked backwards.

Shulot smiled slightly, but the indifference of the king was in his eyes. Standing tall, he squinted and looked up at the sky.

At this time, the scorching sun was on the head, and bursts of shouting and killing echoed in the mountains, mixed with dying mourning. And the sky is as blue as wash, the sun is golden as fire, it is the blazing noon!