Aztec Eternals

The long wind blows across the vast plateau, and the mountains rise and fall under the high sky. The rainy season is over and the land is dry again. Marching smoke rose from the ground, changing shapes in the air. Skilled generals only need to look far away to know the size of the army.

Under the escort of a few redheads, Chichika climbed to the highest hill, overlooking the battle situation in the mountains.

Chichika was less than forty, with a full forehead, fierce eyes, and sharp-edged face, carrying the might of a veteran warrior. He has experienced the wind and sand of the wasteland, and deep marks are carved on the corners of his eyes. Following the tradition of the tribe, his cheeks are painted with red tattoos. At this time, he is wearing a rough wolf robe, with spiritual wolf feet hanging around his neck, and raptor feathers tied on his arms. At a glance, one can tell that this is a long-time and experienced wasteland chief.

Chief Red Dog looked around, and the rolling hills came into view. The hills are covered with undulating shallow trees and are also surrounded by large vultures. It was late autumn, the trees were still green, and under the shadow of the mountains, they looked deep and chilling. This is an extension of the Eastern Sierra Madre, located between the city of Palms and the Red Fox Valley. Here the towering mountains slow down and become rolling hills.

A mountain road runs along the edge of the hills, extending hundreds of miles from east to west. It is also possible to march on the hills, but it is blocked by trees from time to time, making it difficult for the brigade to pass. The eight thousand Otomi warriors camped on the hills and mountain roads in units of thousands of people. The eight crude camps continued for several miles, blocking the way for the dog-born army to go west.

Thousands of dog tribes also camped in the east of the mountain road, facing the camp of the Otomi people. At this moment, hundreds of red-haired warriors were approaching the opposite camp from the hills, using the cover of trees to shoot at the Otomi archers. The howling arrows were flying back and forth in the air, the number was sparse, but they were extremely fierce! From time to time, soldiers from both sides fell down, and most of them were gray-blue figures. The Otomi were obviously at a disadvantage in the confrontation.

The annoying harassment had lasted for a long time, and the Otomi warriors in the camp could not rest for a long time, and became very irritable. A moment later, a muffled horn blew, and the Otomi suddenly opened the camp gate. More than 800 warriors in cotton armor shouted sharply, rushed out of the camp, and killed the dogs who were harassing in the woods.

Seeing this scene, Chichika grinned with killing intent on her face. He whispered to the guards on the left and right.

"Go down and prepare, use the old method of hunting with wolves!"

The chief's personal guards nodded and took orders to leave. Soon, the Otomi warrior rushed to the red-haired warrior. The red-haired warriors fired another round, wounding more than a dozen warriors, before turning around and fleeing into the forest. The Otomi warriors pursued fiercely, throwing javelins at the same time. From time to time, backward red-haired warriors were shot by javelins, and then beheaded to death by warriors swinging sticks.

"Didi!"

The conch horn for withdrawing troops sounded in the camp. Dozens of senior warriors rushed out of the camp and ordered the warriors who had fought to return. However, the pursuing troops are extremely difficult to restrain. The cold arrows of the red-haired warrior continued to hit, stirring up the mind of the Otomi warrior. At least half of the red-eyed warriors went straight into the depths of the forest regardless.

The forest hindered the connection of the warriors, and also destroyed the battle formation they were good at. In the deep mountain forest, tragic small-scale fights broke out from time to time, accompanied by faint screams, and entangled and fallen figures of both sides. Although the Otomi are also skilled mountain people, compared with the beast-like dog-born, they have no advantage in the mountains and forests.

Not long after, large flexible figures flickered in the forest. Under the leadership of the chief's personal guard, hundreds of dog-born warriors gathered from all sides. The sound of shouting and killing was intense in an instant, shaking the birds in the forest!

A dog-born warrior jumped out of the woods, swung a stone hammer, and slammed into the back of the Otomi warrior. The samurai let out a scream, fell to the ground in an instant, and then came head-on with another hammer. Seeing this tragic scene, another senior warrior's eyes turned red, and he swung his baton precisely, severing the dog's neck, and his body was splashed through. The dog-born howled miserably, and fell to the ground, stacked with the warrior's corpse, and the blood also blended into one.

More dog descendants surrounded from all sides. The senior samurai tried his best to wield his baton and shield, and stuck to the back of the other three samurai, responding to the surrounding attacks.

"Whoosh!"

A precise bone arrow came through the air, and with a "puff", it accurately shot into the eyes of the senior warrior, and the shrill scream resounded through the forest. The veteran samurai had blood in his eyes and dropped his weapon in pain. He fell on his back, rolled on the ground frantically, and then felt a pain in his left chest, struggled violently twice, and was completely silent.

The red-haired dog-born pulled out the copper spear pierced into the heart, slightly admiring. This kind of seized weapon is really sharp. It is said that there are many tribes in the south. He looked at the remaining three warriors, took a step back cautiously, and continued to direct the ordinary dog-born warriors to fight, and replaced the hunting bow in his hand again.

Similar scenes continue to be staged in the forest. In the close-range fights, the brute force of the canines was displayed to the greatest extent. Without the cover of the battle formation, the Otomi warriors fell down like corn stalks, breaking into different shapes.

Within two quarters of an hour, the forest was completely quiet. The long wind blows, carrying a strong smell of blood. Then, the dog descendants began to search with their heads down, collecting usable weapons and cotton armor, looking for close-fitting daggers and necklaces, and even stripping away the dead Otomi warriors.

"Ha ha!"

Chichika laughed out loud. After a while, the chief's personal guard came to report back. Under the siege of tribal fighters, more than 400 Otomi warriors were completely wiped out in the forest in the mountains, and almost no one escaped. The dog descendants only lost half of the ordinary young men, and there were more than a dozen elite red-haired fighters.

Chief Red Dog nodded and gave some instructions in a low voice. Not long after, hundreds of red-haired warriors approached again, clamoring loudly, shooting arrows and harassing the camp. This time, the gate of the camp was always closed, and the Otomi warriors just stood firm in the camp and never attacked again.

Chichika looked fiercely for a long time before speaking to the guard.

"Uman, the morale of this camp has dropped. Tonight, choose dozens of redheads who can attack at night, kill me and set them on fire!"