Aztec Eternals

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The sun rises, reflecting the Scarlet Stone City. After many years, the muffled drums of war sounded again in Kuramo City. The bronze-armored leader under the pyramid personally beat the drums, and the rebels in the brigade shouted the slogan of the three gods and rushed to the pyramid one by one!

"Whizzing!"

The first two hundred or so rebel archers lined up in a loose formation, holding hunting bows and carrying reed arrows, climbed to the bottom of the pyramid. They stopped and shot upward at the Mexica warrior above. Although the hunting bows of the rebels were soft, they still wounded several warriors at such a short distance.

Veteran Etalik raised his eyebrows. He waved the command flag, and the Mexica warriors shrank upward for a few meters, entrenched on the upper part of the gold letter, forming a tighter battle formation. As long as this last wave of offensive is held, the rebels will no longer be able to launch a strong attack. At that time, it will be his chance to fight back.

"Boom boom boom!"

After three rounds, the rebel archers paused. Afterwards, the drumbeat became more and more urgent, and the shouting became louder and louder. More than two hundred rebel javeliners carried spears on their backs, passed the archers at the bottom, and continued to climb towards the middle of the pyramid. Soon, the fastest javeliner had occupied the middle of the pyramid, raised his wooden and stone javelin, and was ready to throw it upwards.

Etalik immediately blew his whistle and waved the red flag. The Mexica warriors lowered their shields to cover their lower bodies. Then the archers of the king's army stopped saving their arrows and shot at the climbing javeliners.

"Swoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The enemy is close at hand, and the archers of the king's army are condescending, and they use powerful longbows. However, after two rounds of shooting, the two hundred javeliners suffered heavy casualties and rolled down the stone steps one after another. The stone steps were more than ten meters high, and the javeliners screamed and smashed to the bottom of the pyramid, leaving a dazzling bright red. They threw only half a round of javelins, barely knocking down more than a dozen warriors.

Gulamo looked at this sacrifice-like scene, his face remained unchanged. He waved his hand violently, and another group of two hundred javeliners climbed up in a loose formation.

Etalik frowned and ordered to shoot again.

"Swoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The sharp copper arrow pierced through the body of the commoner, bringing a dying cry! Under the unilateral massacre, the rebels gradually broke up halfway through the climb, fled down the tower in terror, and even jumped frantically.

Gulamo was expressionless and gave orders to his personal guards. The Zicao warriors beheaded more than a hundred people who had fled in front of the battle, and then drove the third group of javeliners to attack.

Shots on the pyramids are finally thinning out. The arrows of the royal archers were gradually used up, and they replaced them with short spears and small shields. Amid the sparse feather arrows, the third group of javeliners managed to climb to the middle, took off the spears behind their backs, threw a round indiscriminately upwards, and then hurriedly retreated!

Seeing this scene, Etalik was stunned, and anger rose in his heart.

"Guramo! You snake of lies!"

The third group of javeliners shot from the back in a disorderly way, and the javelins they threw were limp and inaccurate. Where are these guys dangerous skilled pitchers? Obviously a harmless newcomer!

Under the pyramid, Gulamo smiled slightly. Spear throwing is powerful and even more difficult to practice than bow and arrow. Of the three batches of javeliners, only the first batch had a hundred real pitchers, and the latter two batches were all young men recruited on the spot, just carrying javelins as a gesture. These people were dressed in civilian clothes, and they used their lives to consume the arrows of the king's army.

Poor residents of Kuramo City took the risk of genocide and rebelled with the Zicao family, but they were treated as firewood to consume arrows!

As the defeated army retreated from the pyramid, Gulamor hesitated no longer. He cheered loudly.

"Loyal warriors, brave militiamen! The brutal barbarian king of the north is dead! The loyal Prepecha warriors have raised their troops! As long as the enemies in front of us are eliminated, Kuramo City will return to the arms of the three gods ! After the Kingdom of Tarasco is restored, everyone will be rewarded and everyone can become a nobleman! Come on, the glory of the three gods will protect us! Dedicate our lives to Haratana!"

"Dedicated to Haratana!"

The main force of the rebels summoned their fighting spirit and shouted in unison. Subsequently, under the leadership of several leading warriors, thousands of rebels held spears, stone hammers, and batons, and rushed up the pyramid, almost filling the stone steps on all sides.

Etalik looked around. On the east, west, and north sides, there are more than a dozen Zicao warriors leading more than 500 rebel militias to climb up. On the south side of the Zicao banner, there are nine bronze-armored elites leading 300 leather-armored warriors. Followed by two hundred civilian militiamen. The rebels outnumbered nearly four times the Mexica warriors, and the royal archers had run out of arrows.

Etalik lowered his eyes. He took out the Aztec death whistle from his arms, raised his head to the east of the Mexica Alliance, and blew it vigorously.

"Ah!.Ah!"

The rebels rushed up the stone steps, and the brutal close combat finally began! Along the edge of the stone steps, warriors from both sides thrust out their spears and pushed each other fiercely. The Mexica warriors took advantage of the terrain, stabbing down hard, and using their shields to resist the assassination of the rebels.

A young Mexica warrior shouted loudly, raised his arm suddenly, and slammed down hard! A sharp copper spear pierced the neck of a Kuramo militiaman, slit an artery, and pierced the chest and back. The bright red of the big canopy spurted out, spraying the faces of the surrounding soldiers. The militiaman let out a half scream, and with the stuck copper spear, he fell obliquely towards the pyramid. The Mexica warrior staggered, unable to draw his weapon for a while, so he had to let go of his spear. Then, he drew out the short dagger at his waist, cut the arm of another militiaman, and continued to raise his shield to defend.

Seeing the opportunity, the Purple Grass Warrior next to him bowed slightly and stabbed upwards suddenly. The spear precisely passed through the gap in the shield and plunged into the Mexica warrior's calf, cutting the connecting ligaments. The young warrior screamed in pain. His feet went limp and his body lost his balance. Another stone spear from a militiaman took the opportunity to stab, piercing through the cotton armor indiscriminately and penetrating into his lower abdomen! With a roar, the young warrior grabbed the militiamen next to him and fell from the pyramid more than ten meters high together, followed by two penetrating "bang, bang"!

Under the watchful eye of the gods, the bloody fighting gradually reached a climax. Both sides in the war have no way out, and the coach's will is extremely firm. Melee fighting has gradually turned into close combat, and life is full of blood in the fighting. A large amount of blood spattered out, completely staining the pyramid.

Etalik watched the battle while blowing the death whistle.

The Mexica warriors deployed defenses on all sides of the pyramid, and the three sides attacked by the rebel militia were still in a stalemate, while the south side attacked by the Zicao warriors gradually fell into a disadvantage. Among these Zicao warriors, there are a few agile warriors with outstanding martial arts skills, constantly killing the Mexica warriors who showed their flaws.

After only two moments of fierce fighting, the Mexica warriors lost more than a hundred people, and the rebels also left three or four hundred corpses. Seeing that the southern defense line was about to be breached, Etalik finally stopped playing and waved the red flag in his hand.

"Heavy armored warrior, attack!"

Forty heavily armored warriors roared, and holding bronze axes with both hands, they flocked to the gap in the south. They slashed fiercely and cut the Kuramo militia in two! It was just a charge, and at least twenty or thirty rebels died. The rebels in the south immediately loosened their positions, and the Zicao warriors were repelled a few steps. They set up their spears, but relying on nine heavy armored elites, they barely entangled with the heavy armored warriors.

The attack on the southern front is about to collapse, but Gulamo's mouth is smiling, the reserve team of the Mexica has been exhausted! He waved the command flag, and the two or three hundred men who were conscripted were thrown into the south of the pyramid, blocking the retreat of the warriors in front. Then, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the west, and shouted to the guards in front of him.

"Cranberry, Tudingui, bring your personal guards and go to the west to make an assault!"

"Obey, Patriarch."

The guardsmen knelt down and saluted. Afterwards, they took seventy or eighty guard warriors along the west side of the pyramid and quickly climbed up. At this moment, in the hands of the two leaders above and below the pyramid, all the elites have been thrown into the battlefield.

Etalik's expression remained unchanged, and he raised the death whistle again, with a will to die in his heart. Although the heavily armored warriors are brave, they can only fight for two moments. Their physical strength is exhausted extremely quickly and they cannot recover quickly. And the defense in the west will soon be unable to support it.

"Ah!.Ah!"

The shrill whistle blew again, like the shriek of death. Gulamo raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the Mexica general on the pyramid. As long as the king's army in the city is wiped out, a batch of armor, bows and arrows are seized, and then three thousand strong men are recruited from the city, and the country militia is summoned, relying on a solid stone wall, perhaps

"Woo!.Woo!"

The low sound of horns suddenly came from far away in the northern sky. Gulamo's smile froze in an instant. Only the Northern Kingdom Legion will use the strange musical instrument obtained from this wilderness monster.

"Woo!.Woo!"

The low-pitched horn sounded again, and the sound shook the sky. The fighters on both sides fighting up and down the pyramid were all stunned. Then, the morale of the Mexica warriors suddenly rose, and the morale of the Kuramo rebels plummeted.

"Reinforcements have arrived!"

The war priest in the temple came out excitedly. He saw at the end of the sky, thousands of dark green warriors, holding the flag of the kingdom, approaching the edge of Kuramo City. He stood before the sign of the Lord God and shouted to all the warriors.

"The reinforcements have arrived!! This is the blessing of the main god! The three gods are dead, and the main god is supreme!"

"The three gods are dead, the main god is supreme!!"