Aztec Eternals

"Boom. Kill!."

The violent explosion sounded like thunder, echoing repeatedly in the narrow valley. Soon, the thunder weakened, but the sound of boiling fighting was deafening. Countless shouts and howls mixed together and rushed into the sky. Above the valley, circling vultures were frightened, and they flapped their wings and flew high into the sky. In its sight, dark green dots rushed up the slope like a pack of wolves, gradually submerging the smoking camp.

"Haha! To kill the Otomi dog and defeat the cactus tribe, we still have to look at my fighting red frog tribe!"

At a distance of more than two miles, the red frog chief Keka held the head of the nobleman Yiko in his hand, laughing loudly. In front of him, the attacking Palmers warriors were first shot by the rain of arrows, and then attacked from all sides. At this time, they all fell to the ground.

A large group of dog-born warriors looked greedily, groping carefully over the corpses of the warriors. They took off the torn blood-stained cotton armor, and they couldn't wait to put it on themselves. The down-to-earth hounds of the Wastelands understand the simple truth that in the brutal battle, gear is life. All of a sudden, the rolling thunder exploded from the front of the valley, and all the dog descendants turned pale and showed horror. Some people even lost their hands and fell to the ground.

".Uh? What's the situation?!"

Coca's laughter was interrupted instantly. He turned to the east, only to see thick smoke rising from the front battalion, and his face immediately showed surprise. Chief Red Frog watched for a moment, then gave instructions to the red-haired guard beside him.

"Take two people with you and let me go to the front camp to investigate! Tell Mizli, my side has already solved it! Well, ask him if he wants support?"

The red-haired bodyguard left immediately. He walked through the narrow valley road, but after running for a while, he came to the Qianzhai two miles away.

At this time, the Qianzhai was already full of fierce fighting. Hundreds of pioneer barbarians rushed up the slope, crossed the wall, and fought with the chaotic dog-born warriors. A vanguard barbarian thrust out a bronze spear, stabbing the dog-born in front of him to death. The young dog-born warrior next to him shouted wildly, but he hadn't recovered from the shock of the explosion. The vanguard barbarian grinned loudly, pulled out his blood-stained bronze spear, and charged at the young dog-born again. Only then did the young dog-born swing the stone spear in fear, but after resisting for a few times, he suddenly felt pain in his waist and abdomen, and was pierced by the copper spear to death.

Soon, the dark green figure stood firmly in the camp. A large group of vanguard barbarians charged forward, and the red-haired hunters had no choice but to throw away their hunting bows and wave the captured batons to meet them. The redheads had fierce eyes, precise and agile movements, and howled beasts from time to time. They were much tougher than ordinary tribal warriors. It's just that they suffered heavy casualties in the two rounds of explosions. At this time, they could no longer form a front and fell into a bitter fight. Immediately, the camp also lost its shooting support.

The two vanguard barbarians cooperated with each other, stabbing bronze spears one after another, approaching a red-haired warrior. The red-haired retreated quickly, holding the battle stick in both hands, and kept swinging it fiercely, hitting the shields of the two of them, making a "bang bang" sound. However, the camp was narrow, and after a while, the red hair was blocked by the wall, and there was no way to retreat. The two pioneers roared at the same time, and both advanced to stab their spears. The red hair blocked a copper spear with difficulty, and then felt a pain in his leg, and immediately couldn't stand upright. The two copper spears quickly retracted and stabbed out again, piercing deeply into the softness, and the scream was immediately shrill! Then it stopped abruptly.

Hundreds of vanguard barbarians charged forward like a tide, squeezing the defenders to the rear. A large group of temple crossbowmen followed closely behind the melee warriors, constantly blowing mournful death whistles, threatening the chaotic dog-born warriors.

An elderly temple crossbowman wields a razor-sharp club with great martial prowess. He stepped forward obliquely, and with just one precise horizontal cut, he cut the chest and neck of a dog-born man, and easily killed the enemy who slipped through the net. Afterwards, he moved his eyes forward, held the stick in both hands, and was about to kill a red-haired warrior not far away. A crossbow made a "shoot", one step ahead of him, and shot into the damaged gray-blue cotton armor, pinning the red-haired warrior to the ground.

The old crossbowman glanced back, then strode forward, swung his stick and slashed down! The sharp piece scratched across the neck, and bright red sprayed out. A red-haired head rolled to the ground, was picked up immediately, and was thrown back.

"Take it! Fasten it around your waist, your military exploits!"

Temple Crossbowmen are drawn from the Temple Guard. They have been fighting for many years, and their combat skills are outstanding, even braver than the vanguard barbarians. Under the cover of melee warriors, many crossbowmen approached and fired. The crossbow bolts of "咻咻" smashed through the wooden shield, and the dog-born warriors behind the barracks were unable to raise their heads.

In less than two moments of fierce fighting, the dog descendants had already lost their advantages in terrain and camp. The red-haired hunters were killed one after another, and the attack of the Mexica Legion became more and more unstoppable! It didn't take long for a group of vanguard barbarians to break through the dogborn's resistance and come to the center of the camp. They frantically shouted the name of the God of War, clenched their hands, and broke the red cat's flag!

The inherited flag fell into the soil and was stepped on by straw sandals, dyeing it even more bright red. Seeing this scene, the ordinary dog-born fighters completely lost their morale and quickly fled to the rear. It is the easiest to kill the rout, but the camp is narrow and difficult. The vanguard barbarians stabbed out the bronze spears fanatically, without mercy. The dog descendants are like harvested corn, falling to the ground powerlessly in rows. The corpses were piled up on top of each other, and pools of blood flowed, covering the center of the camp in a short while.

Looking at the battle situation in front of him, Mizli was about to burst into tears, and his heart was bleeding. Nearly half of the fighters of the Red Cat tribe have been killed or injured! He yelled at Keka's personal guard angrily.

"Backup? It's too late now! The Aztecs have sorcery! The front battalion can't hold it anymore! Go back quickly and let Coca open the gate. I gather the soldiers in my hand and I'll be there in a moment!"

The red-haired personal guard suddenly changed color. He bowed his head in a simple salute, and with two followers, he quickly ran out of the back door of the camp to report to the back camp. Mizli threw off his conspicuous wolf robes and tried to gather the remaining warriors. He did a little counting and only got five hundred, his eyes turned red immediately.

However, the fanatical cries of the cactus warriors are close at hand. The vanguard barbarians crossed the center of the camp, and the crossbow bolts of "Xu Xiu" rushed towards them, nailed to the shields of the guards, and even came out through the shields. The fleeing tribal warriors are huddled behind the camp, fleeing for the road!

Chief Red Cat looked in front of him reluctantly. Hundreds of red-haired fighters were still struggling to resist, but they couldn't withdraw at all. He finally gritted his teeth fiercely, and growled ferociously.

"let's go!"

Dozens of the chief's personal guards swung their batons and knocked down the broken soldiers blocking the back. Then, five hundred remnants of dog descendants escorted the chief and quickly retreated to the rear battalion.

"The Chief has escaped!"

Desperate cries echoed through the camp. The dog descendants turned their heads to look and lost all fighting spirit in an instant. Under the command of the battalion commander, the fastest vanguard barbarians rushed to block the retreat passage, and a large number of dog-born soldiers knelt down and surrendered, including hundreds of elite red-haired soldiers.

The vanguard barbarians had their eyes reddened, facing the enemy who surrendered, they were still fiercely assassinating, and soon more than two hundred surrendered soldiers died. It wasn't until the order from the head of the Black Wolf arrived that the killing in the camp gradually stopped.

"The vanguard army has made great achievements in defeating the enemy, and there must be a heavy reward! Throw 300 vanguards and continue to chase and defeat the enemy until the enemy's rear camp! The rest of the vanguards rest for a quarter of an hour, and then escort the prisoners back. The temple crossbowmen put out the flames and rest on the spot .Wait for follow-up reinforcements to come and break through Taniguchi in one fell swoop!"

"Roar! Praise the Lord God!"

Hearing the latest military order, the vanguard raised their heads and shouted, roaring in victory, praising the glory of the Lord God. In the sky, the vulture circled closer again, savoring the scent of blood in the wind.

"Quack!"

The breeze blows up the smoke and dust, and the bright red seeps into the soil. The cry from the sky came, low and mournful, as if the god of death expected.