Aztec Eternals

"Boom boom boom!"

The drums of war sounded again. Toltek stood on the most conspicuous watchtower, waving the command flag forward.

Hearing the order, the thousand temple crossbowmen with powerful crossbows and batons on their backs filed out of the camp. It was followed by a thousand cutting-edge Pioneer throws. The 2,000 vanguard battalion filled the narrow mountain path, aggressively charged towards the Guakili's rear battalion, and they were 200 paces away in a short while. Hundreds of heads of the Parmus warriors were scattered in this section of the mountain path, their eyes widened in horror, and their faces were full of reluctance before death.

The warriors of the Pioneer Battalion looked terrified, unaffected in the slightest. The crossbowmen in the front row kicked their heads to both sides of the road, and the crossbowmen in the back row paused and waited for a while, without changing their expressions. Some crossbowmen even had their bolts drawn, ready to shoot.

"Sure enough, it's a coyote that's used to killing!"

Seeing this scene, Keka's pupils shrank slightly, and he clenched his palms tightly. He carefully observed the huge horizontal bow, thinking in his heart. A moment later, the cactus warrior was within a hundred and twenty steps of the camp. The temple crossbowman lowered his crossbow and began to nock his arrows.

Chief Red Frog didn't hesitate any longer, and swung his arm abruptly.

"New fighters, charge to the death!"

More than a hundred chiefs' personal guards shouted fiercely, and drove nearly three hundred dog descendants out of the camp. The faces of these strong men were dyed with sacred red stripes. Some were dressed in civilian clothes, and some were naked from the upper body. They were obviously unarmored light soldiers. The light soldiers held crude wooden shields in one hand and rough stone spears and hammers in the other, roaring loudly, and rushed at the crossbowmen of the front army like wild animals.

The temple crossbowmen paused, and under the command of the battalion commander, they all put down their crossbows and took off their batons. The two sides quickly fought hand to hand. The first two hundred temple crossbowmen wielded their batons and formed a tight battle formation, easily knocking down these light soldiers. The vanguard barbarians behind rushed up along the hillsides on both sides fiercely. They lowered their shields and thrust forward their bronze spears forcefully, knocking the charging hounds to the ground. But in a short while, dozens of fresh corpses appeared in the valley road, and the sticky warmth made people's feet slippery.

"Ah!.Ah!"

Dozens of temple captains blew the terrifying death whistle together. Ding Zhuang, the dog descendant who charged, quickly lost his morale, couldn't hold on any longer, turned around and fled to the camp. Seeing the fighter plane, the vanguard battalion commander blew the horn to attack, and more than 300 barbarians followed closely behind the rout.

The fleeing dog descendants and the hunting barbarians came to the bottom of the camp together. Just as they climbed the tens of meters long slope, a piercing bone whistle suddenly sounded!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Hundreds of bone arrows pierced through the air fiercely, regardless of enemy or friend, and knocked down a large number of dog-born young men and vanguard barbarians. On the camp at the top of the slope, more than 400 elite red-haired hunters emerged from behind the stone piles and wooden planks. Together with the same number of tribal hunters, they shot arrows downward quickly.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The howling rain of arrows continued, and dozens of people fell to the ground in the blink of an eye. Then, hundreds of the chief's personal guards blocked the entrance and exit passages, and fierce shouts came from the camp.

"Turn around and fight! Those who retreat die!"

The fleeing dogs had no way out, so they had to stop under the camp. They cried out in despair, raised their shields and struggled to defend. Arrows rained down from the camp, constantly shooting down the entangled parties.

"Woohoo!"

The conch horn for retreat sounded quickly, and more than two hundred vanguard barbarians quickly retreated. Then, a deep humming sound came from afar, and after the crossbowstring was released, it was a salvo of death!

"Shhhhhh!"

Nearly a thousand crossbows fired fiercely at the camp. Even with the shelter of wooden planks and piles of stones, more than twenty tribal hunters died on the spot. And on the slope below the camp, more than a hundred remaining dog descendants fell to the ground, howling. From Coca's point of view, they were like fresh cactus fruits, strung together by ferocious crossbow arrows, and then the juice splashed everywhere.

"The horizontal bow of the Aztecs is so powerful!"

Seeing the power of the crossbow, Keka widened his frog-like round eyes, and his heart was full of shock. He carefully stretched out his hand and tugged at the crossbow nailed into the wooden board, but he couldn't pull it out for a while.

Chief Red Frog was also a red-haired hunter of the tribe when he was young, and he was as familiar with bows and arrows as his own arm, but at this moment, he overturned all cognition.

"At one hundred and twenty steps, can an arrow be nailed into a wooden board? It's a weapon bestowed by the gods!"

As soon as Kaluo thought about it, he took off his wolf robe as a chief and threw it to the guards beside him.

"You, put on my wolf robe and go over there! Yes, stand under the banner in the center. Remember, put up a circle of shields, hide behind, and don't show your head!"

"Shhhhhh!"

The sharp crossbow arrow struck again, and the scream of dying sounded and disappeared. Keka stuck close to the wall of the village, put on the robe of an ordinary soldier, hid behind the double-layer wooden boards, and kept an eye on the situation on the battlefield.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Another two rounds of unilaterally suppressed arrows. The wall of the back camp is full of crossbow arrows that have been penetrated by nearly an inch, nailed like hedgehogs. The slope leading to the camp was full of viscous liquid and corpses that hindered the charge. The three hundred dog descendants who went out to battle have all been killed or injured.

Keka glanced at the situation on the slope, feeling nothing in his heart. Anyway, it wasn't his own tribe that died, even if it could cause a little hindrance to the enemy's attack, it would increase the advantage of the camp's defense. He continued to look at the enemy formation.

The dogs in the rear battalion were obviously more active. In order to guard against the dogs who might attack, the vanguard battalion slightly adjusted their offensive formation. The temple crossbowmen were in the front line, spreading out along the mountain road and the hillsides on both sides, continuously shooting at the camp, leaving only a few wide marching passages in the middle.

Under the cover of nearly a thousand crossbowmen, the vanguard throws at the rear, ready for a desperate charge. Although Tao Tribulus is powerful, it is very dangerous. Throwing this weapon requires a long preparation and avoiding the enemy's harassment as much as possible.

Under the guidance of the war priest, hundreds of gray-blue figures spread out behind. They lined up in a few loose rows and were praying devoutly to the gods. Dozens of team leaders stood at the front with torches in their hands, with wooden boxes filled with hay under their feet.

"Shhhhhh!"

The sharp rain of arrows roared, as if it would never end. Keka lowered his head, patiently watched the prayers on the battlefield, and listened to the indistinct prayers.

".The Supreme Descends!.Dedicated to the Kingdom of God!.Vizier carrots are so weird!!"

The cactus warriors called out the name of the god three times, and after a while, the holy prayer was finally completed. The team leaders took out the balls one by one from the wooden box, lightly shook them with torches, and handed them over to the pioneers. Then, the samurai who got the ball let out a fanatical cry, and rushed fiercely towards the camp ahead along the wide passage between the crossbowmen!

"Hey, the smoking ball! Just this thing, can it kill the red-haired elite?"

Coca was refreshed, feeling a little puzzled. However, he reacted immediately and shouted orders to the guards.

"New fighters, charge to the death!"

The red frog guards waved their weapons fiercely, and another three hundred unarmored dogs were driven out like wild dogs.

"Shhhhhh!"

A large area of ​​crossbow arrows arrived in an instant, and with the cry of death, they shot dozens of dog descendants out of the camp to the ground. The attacking team was in chaos for a moment, but the arrows on the camp were shot down mercilessly, urging the dog descendants to charge to the death. Holding simple stone spears and wooden shields, more than two hundred dog-born young men rushed down the slope full of corpses, screaming in fear, and collided with hundreds of barbarians who charged in an instant.

"What!"

Seeing this scene, the black wolf Toltek suddenly clenched his fists and roared angrily.

"Hound-born weed rat, how dare you do that!"

"Wooooow!"

The battalion commander blew the conch horn urgently, and the hundred pioneers of the second squadron immediately stopped attacking. The vanguard of the 1st Squadron got into a melee. The discarded ball of divine power rolled around, and the sound of burning was drowned out by the sound of killing, but it never stopped.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!."

The thunderous explosion finally arrives! Nearly a hundred pottery caltrops exploded continuously under the slope of the camp, like summer thunder, shaking the entire valley! The flames of the canopy splashed everywhere, bringing the wrath of the gods and setting the warriors' hair on fire. The three or four hundred people in the melee fell down in unison, and the smoke and thick smoke rose at the same time, even covering the camp above!

"Ah, ah! Smoking sphere! Ancestors, what a sorcery, a sorcery like thunder!"

The rolling thunder shook the camp, and all the dog descendants turned pale with panic. Behind the camp wall, Keka couldn't stand upright, and suddenly sat down on his back. He was dizzy from the explosion dozens of steps away, and he couldn't recover for a while. After a while, Chief Red Frog murmured to himself in awe, his heart shaken.

"So that's it! Being shot into the camp by such a powerful sorcery, it's no wonder that the Red Cat tribe collapsed so quickly! Ah, the great chief of the Cactus tribe is indeed a descendant of the God of Death, and his magic power is so profound! Make him your enemy."

Two miles away, Toltek's face sank like water. He squinted his eyes, watching the burning black smoke gradually dissipate, revealing traces of the battlefield ahead. Twenty or so barbarians in cotton armor staggered up from the valley full of corpses. Their cotton armor is full of tiny holes, and their rattan hats are full of pottery shards. Dozens of dog descendants also survived, fleeing to the camp with their lives.

"Shhhhhh!"

The roaring crossbow arrows struck again, nailing the camp of the dog descendants, and also shot to death most of the dozens of fleeing dog descendants. The dozen or so surviving people cried and begged under the wall of the village, but the red-haired hunters showed their heads and raised their hunting bows indifferently.

"Don't shoot! Open the gate of the camp and let the remnants in! I want to see the power of the sorcery carefully!"

Coca gave an order loudly, and the hunters hid behind the wooden planks that blocked the arrows again. The chief's personal guards opened the gate of the camp and let more than a dozen disabled soldiers enter the camp. The third assault team was ready, and the young and strong dog descendants gathered behind the gate of the village, all looking gray and defeated.

Toltek looked at him from a distance, raising his eyebrows. Behind the camp gate of the rear camp, more figures could be seen faintly. Hei Lang didn't hesitate anymore, he held the conch horn firmly, raised it to his mouth and blew it himself.

"Wooooow!"

"Captain Black Wolf, are you going to withdraw your troops?"

Mesper leaned forward and asked in a low voice, with a hidden smile on his expression. Toltek glanced at him lightly and shook his head.

"No! Just suspend the attack."

After finishing speaking, Hei Lang tightened the banner behind him, and strode down the watchtower. A plain voice came from the wind, but it made Mespa suddenly change color.

"I want to step forward personally and command the vanguard battalion!"