Aztec Eternals

The setting sun shines down on the valley, and the valley is full of bright red. The horns of bone are blowing urgently, the drums of war are resounding, and the bloody killing is still going on. With the passage of life, the battle gradually reached its climax.

The vanguard barbarians frantically assassinated the enemy, not caring about their own life or death. The four hundred dog descendants resisted for only a moment, before being killed by the barbarians. And under the close-range shooting of the hunters, the brigade's brutal soldiers were also shot to death. The corpses filled the slope, even stacking directly to the height of the wall. The follow-up barbarians stepped on the corpses and charged, fighting with the new batch of dog descendants!

With a sullen face and frowning, Hei Lang shot the enemies on the wall to death with one arrow after another.

The battle in the rear battalion has exceeded his expectations and turned into a tragic war of attrition. The vanguard barbarians lost four squadrons one after another, including the first squadron, almost half of them were lost. More than a dozen of the armored personal guards were killed, all of them were shot in the throat by an arrow. And the crossbowmen in the rear were charged once, and twenty or thirty people were also injured or injured. All in all, it was the loss of more than five hundred guards! How should he explain this number to His Highness? Only a more complete victory!

Dozens of steps away, looking at the heavy casualties, Ke Ka felt as if a knife was piercing his heart. The Aztecs had a long-range advantage, and their attacks were as fierce as a storm. During the two hours of fighting, the dog descendants can only take human lives to fill.

The young men recruited by various ministries were used as human shields, and 1,500 people were killed in succession. The ordinary fighters of the Red Frog Tribe suffered more than 500 casualties, and even the redheads suffered hundreds of casualties. All told, there were more than 2,000 casualties, of which more than 600 were from the Red Frog headquarters. How many Aztecs died? Seeing that the 400 people who left the camp were struggling again, I don't know how long they can last. Once the opponent's warriors rush into the camp and lose the long-range support, the rear camp will not be able to hold it!

Keka gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and shouted to the red-haired guard.

"Miwa, the recruited Ding Zhuang is almost exhausted! Draw 400 people from the tribal fighters in the rear battalion and form a team, ready to attack at any time!"

"Ah?! Chief, I can't listen to you! Our Red Frog Tribe only has 2,000 fighters! Now a quarter of them have been killed, and half of them are standing here. How can we suppress the last tribe!"

"Huh? What do you think?! Behind is the valley, there is no way to retreat, and the soldiers can't retreat. Once the wall cannot be defended, and the cactus warriors rush in, the camp will be over, and the valley will be over!"

"Chief, in order to besiege and kill the Otomi dogs, more than a thousand soldiers from the Red Fox Tribe came here! They found a high ground behind the camp to watch the battle. These are the elite of the Red Fox Tribe! In any case, the Red Fox Tribe Get into the water!"

"Oh! The Red Fox Tribe."

Keka's eyes widened, and she tugged at her red hair annoyed. Then, he gritted his teeth and said.

"Tell the red-haired captain who is the leader of the Red Fox Tribe! The Cactus Tribe is attacking fiercely, and the Red Frog Tribe is about to be overwhelmed, so ask him to bring someone to support him immediately! If there is no reinforcement for 25 minutes, the Red Frog Tribe can only attack the Cactus Tribe. surrender!"

"Ah? Chief, how can we surrender to the cactus tribe? Everyone on the other side is red-eyed!"

The red-haired personal guard shook his head again and again. Chief Red Frog stared at him fiercely.

"That's it! That red-haired captain is not smart and has little experience! He often goes to the meeting hall to report, I have seen it many times. As long as he bluffs, he will take it seriously!"

"Listen to you, Chief is smart!"

Miwa quickly rushed to the rear camp, the howling rain of arrows flew back and forth above his head, and the earth-shattering shouts drifted away behind him. Soon, Miwa ran out of the camp, towards the red fox banner on the hill to the west. Under the banner, a red fox captain was looking at the battlefield, and beside him was another red-haired scout. Yes, it was Ivican and Amosi.

The red sun hangs down, revealing a little purple, dyeing the sky beautifully. Under the sky, the seething battle seemed endless. Teams of cactus warriors kept rushing forward, breaking through the block of dog-born warriors. The vanguard barbarians fought fiercely, and their armored guards climbed the wall of the village. In just a few moments, dozens of pioneers rushed into the camp. The hope of victory, like the twilight of sunset, is already close at hand!

Black Wolf Toltek stood like a rock, with dozens of bone arrows stuck in his golden armor. He tried his best to suppress the desire to charge himself, and just shot and killed the enemies on the wall with one arrow. Behind him, the shots of the temple crossbowmen gradually became thinner, and the crossbow bolts they carried were almost exhausted.

"Okay! Break through Taniguchi, right now!"

Toltek's arrows were like lightning, and shot another redhead to death. A triumphant smile formed the corner of his mouth. But for a moment, the triumphant smile froze quickly again, becoming out of reach.

The flag of the red fox was erected in the camp, and hundreds of tribal fighters poured in. A large group of red fox fighters swung their batons, and the dozens of vanguards who entered the camp were quickly overwhelmed. Then, hundreds of red fox hunters raised their hunting bows, walked quickly to the wall of the village, and shot down again to stabilize the crumbling front.

"Huh! The red cat, the red frog, and the red fox are really a trinity, supporting each other like a pack of wolves!"

Black Wolf let out a long breath. Fighting intent burned in his eyes, and he raised his longbow again.

"Zhongtou! Roar! Watch me beat you all!"

Behind the wall, a newly arrived red-haired soldier was hit by an arrow in the face and fell down screaming, apparently dead. Two steps away, Ivican quickly bowed and squatted down. He touched his cheek and wiped the splashed liquid, feeling a little scared in his heart.

"Wow! Who is this? Standing there like a target, but his archery skills are so sharp!"

"Ah? He is the chief of the big tribe with eight thousand fighters, the commander of the cactus warriors in the middle, and the black wolf who is good at shooting."

Waka looked around, seeing that the cactus warriors who entered the camp were temporarily repelled, and he was slightly relieved.

"Aww! As a chief, he actually rushed to the front line!"

Ivican squatted down and shouted in surprise.

"Shoot him!"

"Shhhhhh!"

The fierce crossbow arrows shot towards them, instantly killing dozens of red fox fighters in the camp. Hearing the familiar scream, Ivican felt a pain in his heart and wailed loudly.

"Oh! After this battle, the chief will definitely skin me!"

"Ivikan, that black wolf, is a warrior in thick leather!"

The rain of arrows staggered, shouting to kill and shaking the sky. Amosi shrank, observed carefully for a while, and then patted Ivican on the shoulder.

"Don't forget, the way to defeat Thick Skin!"

"Aww! Amosi you said, shoot the bare neck, shoot the shins and feet, hammer their heads?"

"Yes. But this samurai is very powerful. He kept covering the vitals of his neck with his arms. There are guards covering him. We can only shoot him in the calf!"

"Oh! Amoxi, are you sure?"

"...I don't. But Ivican, you should!"

The two red-haired warriors lowered their bodies, held their bows and arrows, and carefully approached the wall of the village. Not far away, the cactus warrior charged up again, fighting with the red frog and red fox warriors. Blood has completely stained the camp, and there is pungent blood everywhere.

"Ow! Me?"

"Yes. Use the big bow you captured! Let's separate to the two sides. Shoot him like this!"

"Okay! Amoxi, you're so smart!"

Low whispers drifted from the wall, before being covered up by fierce shouts of killing. Toltek's face was frosty, he was panting slightly, and the arrow in his hand was like a shooting star. He stared at the camp in front of him, his eyes were as hot as fire.

"Armored personal guards, charge again!"

Toltek growled sharply. The surrounding guards bowed their heads in salute, and rushed towards the slope ferociously.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a bone arrow struck fiercely, and shot precisely at Hei Lang's cheek. Hei Lang's pupils contracted and he lowered his head slightly. Just hearing a "bang", the bone arrow was blocked by the helmet that covered the face and bounced away.

"Ratfish!"

The black wolf glared at an older red-haired warrior who was raising his bow to challenge him. Without hesitation, Hei Lang turned around and shot an arrow with his hand!

"Whoosh, ah!."

Black Wolf Toltekli shot an arrow, but before he could see the result clearly, he heard the sound of sharp wind. He subconsciously bowed to dodge, but suddenly felt a pain in his leg! Hei Lang looked down, but saw that his left leg had been pierced by a copper arrow. The power of this copper arrow is so great that it directly pierces the cotton armor on the leg and penetrates deeply into the flesh. It is not like the short bow of the Guajili people at all!

"Whizzing!"

From the camp, two sharp arrows whizzed towards Toltek's cheek and calf again. Hei Lang tried his best to dodge, but his right leg hurt again! His legs were injured, he could no longer stand still, and fell obliquely to the ground. Soon, beads of sweat oozed from Hei Lang's head. He tried his best to stand up, but he couldn't do anything.

"Captain!"

More than a dozen personal guards rushed forward anxiously, covering Toltek under them.

"Captain Black Wolf!"

On the watchtower of the front battalion, Mespa's expression changed drastically when he saw the black wolf fall down. If His Highness's love will be broken here, then what will happen to him? Thinking of this, Mesper immediately took out the conch horn and blew it forcefully near his mouth.

"Woooo! The whole army retreats!"

"Woooo! The whole army retreats!"

The ear-piercing conch horn echoed in the valley, and the boiling battlefield suddenly stopped for an instant. The vanguard warriors turned around in disbelief, only to see the disappearing figure of the regiment leader and the flag of General Mespa's order to retreat.

"No. Continue!."

Hei Lang gritted his teeth, endured the pain and shouted, but his words were indistinct. The personal guards paused, still protecting the regiment leader, pulled out the commander's flag, and retreated to the front battalion together.

"Shhhhhh!"

The temple crossbowmen fired their last bolts and fought hard to suppress the city, covering the retreat of the vanguard battalion down the slope. The slope was full of corpses and blood, extending all the way to the crossbowmen. Tick, ding dong, the sticky red color quietly gathers in the valley road, forming a small moor that does not reach the instep.

Moments later, the two armies disengaged and drifted apart. The brutal fighting finally stopped completely, and everyone was exhausted. The evening wind blows, and the broken red frog flag flutters on the wall of the village. The camp was full of corpses, and there were still guards who were motionless like corpses.

In the sky, the purple setting sun spread its last brilliance and warmth, and then slowly sank into the ridge. The shadows of the mountains spread like thick ink, gradually submerging the entire valley. In the intersection of purple light and darkness, a large group of vultures fluttered down. They croaked shrillly, and with their sharp beaks, they tore off the softness of death from the warm remains. This is a long waited meal.

As the setting sun faded, darkness flooded the two camps. The camp is like a wounded beast, lying in the shadow of the night, silently licking its wounds. After a while, little bonfires were lit in the camp. Light the fire, and face each other from a distance, just like the eyes of a beast with slightly closed eyes, sleeping peacefully in a peaceful night.

Cats begging for tickets! grateful!