Aztec Eternals

"Your Highness, the dog descendants in the forest have been completely defeated! There were more than 700 decapitations in the camp and in the forest, including about 60 red-haired heads. The Guamare warriors suffered nearly 500 casualties, and the Jaguar battle group had more than ten people. Minor injuries, no one killed"

A jaguar warrior knelt under the king's banner and shouted back to the king.

"Most of the enemy has fled to the rear camp. Do you want to continue the pursuit?"

"No need to pursue! Order the Jaguars to return to the king's banner and continue to protect the Chinese army! Order the Guamare warriors to return to the camp, and reward wine and meat tonight! Order the Giova army to move forward, and send two thousand Ottopan warriors to fight in the Red Army. Stationed in the deer camp!"

Shulot raised his head, looked at the setting sun, and continued to give orders.

"Send two more teams of scouts to guard the edge of the forest, and beware of night attacks at the same time!"

"Follow orders, Your Highness!"

Although the Red Deer camp was successfully conquered, the Guamare warriors were ambushed in the forest and suffered heavy casualties. These city-state warriors have the advantages and disadvantages of the wilderness tribes. They are light, agile, brave and fearless, but also impulsive, irritable, and lack of discipline. They belonged to the vassal legion, which actually consisted of private troops led by tribal leaders or Otomi nobles, and it was difficult to directly restrain them.

Thinking of this, Shulot looked at the titular Guamare commander, the middle-aged great chief Charki.

Chalki's face paled. He hesitated, gritted his teeth, and spoke tremblingly.

"How about the vanguard casualties? Where's Chino?"

The jaguar warrior gave Chalki a sympathetic look, and then looked at His Highness. Shulot nodded slightly, and the jaguar warrior replied loudly.

"All the Guamare warriors in the forest died in battle! We have found more than 200 corpses, and General Chino has not yet been identified."

"Ah! My eldest son! Warrior of my family!"

Tears welled up in Chalki's eyes, and his hands and feet trembled. Shulot lowered his eyes and remained silent. After a while, the middle-aged chief's eyes were red, and he begged His Highness for orders.

"Your Highness, please let me lead the army to attack the next camp and avenge the fallen Guamare warriors!"

"Yes! But it's getting late today, and we will fight again tomorrow morning. I will send temple crossbowmen to fight for you!"

Xiuluo nodded, patted Chalkie on the shoulder, and comforted him.

"The Lord God bless the warriors! The life and death of General Kino is unknown, and there may be hope."

Chalki bowed his head silently. The king pondered for a moment and promised.

"Chalkie, I can see you fighting bravely for the alliance. No matter how much your family's warriors are lost, you will still be the leader of the various tribes in Guamare! When the Northern Expedition wins, I will report to Avit The king begs to be ordered to enshrine you as a hereditary nobleman of the alliance and guard the city of Guamare!"

Hearing this, Chalki raised his head with joy on his face, and even the tears disappeared in an instant. He fell to his knees and saluted His Highness.

"Your Highness, you are the holy wind, willing to die for you!"

A gust of wind blew past, blowing the skirts of the two of them. Shulot nodded with a smile and looked towards the distant forest. There are dead leaves flying in the forest, just like the life that is about to wither.

On the second day, the fierce war drum "dong dong" sounded, and the cruel fighting started again. Chief Charki personally led two thousand cutting-edge Guamare warriors to attack the Red Monkey Camp through the rugged mountain road. Balda, the warrior of the eagles, led a thousand temple crossbowmen and followed closely behind, providing long-distance support.

The Red Monkey Camp is similar to the Red Deer Camp, located on a higher hill and guarded by a thick wooden fence. On both sides of the camp, there are mountains undulating from north to south, and deep and dense forests. At this moment, figures in the camp flickered, shouting and howling. One or two thousand dog-born fighters are relying on the camp, brandishing bows and stone spears, provoking the coalition forces on the opposite side.

"Praise the Lord God!"

Led by Balda, the temple crossbowman held the amulet and prayed to the newborn sun. With fanaticism on their faces, they all praised, and then raised their crossbows while leaning back.

"Shhhhhh!"

The crossbow shot fiercely, passed through a distance of eighty steps, and fell fiercely into the camp, and there was a wailing in an instant! Dozens of dog descendants were directly knocked down to the ground, the crossbow bolts came out of their bodies, and were driven into the soil fiercely, and bright red immediately gushed out.

"Quick! Hide behind the wood and wait for the enemy to come up before shooting arrows!"

Ozoma raised his shield carefully and shouted through the battalion. Then, he tugged at the crossbow bolt nailed to the wood, but couldn't pull it out for a while.

"Tsk tsk, the crossbow of the Mexica is so powerful!"

Chief Red Monkey looked surprised. He slammed hard again, and finally pulled out the arrow, his eyes lit up.

"It turned out to be sharp metal arrows. No wonder they penetrated so deep into the wood! Haha, the red deer is in ambush in the forest, and I don't know what's going on here. After this battle is over, these arrows will be mine!"

"Shhhhhh!"

Another round of arrow rain roared! More than a dozen dog-born hunters rolled over from the camp, and the rest all crouched down, hiding behind the sheltered fences and logs.

Chalki nodded, swung his baton abruptly, and pointed at the camp.

"Brave Guamare warrior, come on! Kill these cunning wild dogs!"

"Aw!"

Fifteen hundred Guamare warriors howled, then rushed up the hill like wild beasts, and arrived in front of the camp in a short while. Some pioneer warriors slashed at the gate of the village with all their strength, while more warriors climbed over the one-person-high fence and directly fought with the dog-born warriors.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

More than six hundred tribal hunters appeared and shot arrows at a distance of more than ten steps, shooting down all the warriors. Among them, the number of red-haired hunters is as high as three hundred. Their shooting skills are particularly fierce, each aiming at the vital points of the warrior's head and face, regardless of the young man who is entangled in the front. Accurate shooting took only three rounds, and hundreds of warriors died in battle.

"Shhhhhh!"

The Temple Crossbowmen advanced twenty paces, onto the edge of the hill, and approached the supporting warriors in the melee. Their crossbows raised slightly, shooting at the enemy's rear! The sharp rain of arrows, like the fingers of death, easily pierced through the cotton armor of the elite hunter, and shot the red monkey's flag into a sieve.

"Damn mexican archers!"

Ozoma held up his shield, cursing under his breath. He took off the chief's wolf robe twice, stuffed it under the wood he was hiding from, and then continued to command the tribe to resist.

"Red-haired hunter, cover carefully and shoot at the archer on the opposite side!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Soon, a round of precise bone arrows was shot down from the hillock and landed in the loose formation of crossbowmen, causing more than a dozen casualties. Under the pressure of the temple crossbowmen, the red-haired hunter no longer hunted the enemy warriors, but tried to suppress the crossbowmen's fire.

"Half the crossbowmen raised their shields while the other half continued to shoot. Ugh, vile dogborn!"

Balda swung his baton, shouted orders, and was hit by two arrows. Fortunately, he was wearing bronze armor, but he only staggered a bit and was not injured.

Seeing this scene, Chalki stopped charging, and called several personal guards to raise shields to defend. The Guakili people on the opposite side are good at bows and arrows, especially like to snipe and kill officers and generals, and take pride in hunting nobles. He doesn't have thick armor to protect himself, so he has to guard against it.

"boom"

A huge roar resounded through the front battalion, followed by cheers with murderous intent.

"The door is broken!"

The Guamare warriors of the brigade poured in through the broken camp gate. Wearing cotton armor, they also wielded obsidian spears and clubs, and fought desperately with the dog-born warriors. Both sides tattooed their faces, shouted similar languages, and stabbed their weapons fiercely into each other's chest. The brutal close combat only lasted for a moment, and two or three hundred people fell to the ground, and the bright red blended on the ground.

"Kill! Who else!. Uh! Ho."

A Guamare warrior screamed and fought fiercely. After killing three enemies in a row, a cold arrow shot out and hit his throat with precision. The warrior roared "ho ho" twice, then fell on his back and was trampled under by the fighting parties.

The Guamare warriors kept pouring in, and the dog-born line slowly retreated. Facing the fierce offensive, the dog-born fighters in the front line resisted hard and suffered heavy casualties. Behind them, red-haired hunters shot cold arrows from time to time, attacking conspicuous nobles and warriors. The battle situation in the camp was stalemate for a while, only the life was rapidly consumed, turning into piles of corpses.

"Damn it! With the support of the Mexica warriors, the Otomi dog has become so brave!"

Ozoma looked gloomy and cursed bitterly. Looking at the tragic battle situation in front of him, he hesitated for a while, then clenched his fists suddenly.

"The Mexica have sharp bows and arrows. If the fight continues, the warriors will lose too much! Forget it, I don't want the camp, I don't want these copper arrows!"

Chief Red Monkey finally made a decision. He turned his head and gave orders to his guards.

"Otomi dogs are pouring in! According to the plan, ignite the dry wood and fodder. Let the red-haired hunter shoot arrows for cover, and the soldiers who have not yet engaged in the battle will retreat to the gate of the rear camp! When the fire ignites, we will abandon the camp and retreat into the camp. In the forest, look at the dogs howling in the fire!"