Aztec Eternals

"Listen to you, Chief!"

The personal guard Uman nodded, with a ruthless look on his face.

"At night, I will personally lead the team, and kill an Ottomi dog!"

"Haha! Very good, a brave warrior should be fearless!"

Chichika laughed. He stretched out his fist and thumped Uman's chest hard. Then, with a grim expression on his face, Chief Red Dog looked towards the forest where the fighting had ceased.

"Uman, cut off the heads of the hundreds of Otomi warriors who died in battle! The heads are piled up outside the next camp. If the Otomi come out to take revenge, they will hunt again!"

"Listen to you, Chief!"

Uman nodded repeatedly. Then, he pointed to the most central camp, where a flying bird flag was flying. Hundreds of archers were stationed in the camp, and some warriors still held longbows in their hands.

"Chief, why don't you pile up the heads outside Chief Otomi's camp! If he keeps shrinking like a tortoise, the morale of the local dogs will lose!"

Hearing this, Chichika narrowed her eyes and looked at the fortified Otomi camp.

"Okay, take three hundred red hairs that are good at shooting, and go do it!"

"Listen to you, Chief!"

Uman showed excitement and walked away quickly. Soon, the dead forest was noisy again. Hundreds of dog descendants held their bleeding heads and lined up in a loose formation, rushing to a distance of more than a hundred steps outside the camp. They insulted the camp wantonly, and then piled up the heads on the soft ground, and the soil was soaked in bright red.

Under Asuka's banner, Giova clenched his fists and looked at the provocative dogs outside the camp, burning with anger.

"Damn Guakili! Damn Chief Red! Damn!"

Giova thumped his chest angrily, and the bronze cloth face armor made a metallic clang. Feeling the firmness of the metal, he remembered His Highness's military strategy, and calmed down a little.

"Your Highness said that as a commander, you must restrain your emotions, especially when you are angry. You must use your own advantages and limit the enemy's advantages. Dogborn are good at close combat in mountains and forests. Compared with them, Ottopan warriors are good at battles. "

"The king bird of the Otomi, the chrysalis armadillo, the short bobcat!"

The insults outside the camp became more and more unbearable, and the sound was heard.

"Damn it, damn it! Guardsman, fight with me!"

Giova's eyes were red, and he ordered angrily. In the past few days, he has been steadfast in not fighting, and the warriors complained that the prestige of the new leader has been shaky. Today, the front battalion even attacked without authorization and suffered a lot of losses. If the dog-born were allowed to humiliate him again, the Ottopan warrior's morale would really be lost!

Giova thought hard, looking for an excuse to attack, while putting on a bronze helmet and inserting several bright feathers. Then, he reached out and touched the solid metal armor, thought carefully for a while, and then put on a tough leather robe on the outside. The coyote-like prince carefully made all preparations, and then he took all the archers and led a thousand warriors out of the camp.

The horn of attack sounded loudly, and the elite Ottopan warriors rushed out of the camp. They were divided into two formations, the front formation charged at the provocative hundreds of dog descendants, while the rear formation raised their bows and shot at the dog descendants further back.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sharp rain of arrows roared, and the sharp screams cut through the forest, and more than twenty dog ​​descendants died in an instant. Soon, the samurai who came out fought with the provocative dog-born. After a short while of fighting, the warriors beheaded and killed dozens of young dogs, and the rest fled to the rear like a swarm of fleeing rats.

"well!"

In the forest behind, Uman held the captured longbow, full of excitement before hunting. Behind him, there were 300 red-haired shooters and 500 warriors preparing for close combat. The elite of the Red Dog tribe ambushed here, ready to strike the leader of the Otomi at any time.

Under the protection of his personal guards, Jiowa ferociously pursued and killed the defeated enemies, showing the bravery of the new leader. He kept shouting loudly, swung his baton vigorously, and beheaded the enemies who dared to resist. Prince Coyote is so eye-catching with his brightly colored plumage fluttering overhead.

The charging samurai was encouraged by the leader, their morale was boosted, and they also shouted loudly.

"The leader of the mountain city, the king of bird shooting!"

Giova rushed for a while, beheaded a few enemies, and then gradually slowed down. He gasped slightly, the armor plus the leather robe was really heavy. Then, Prince Coyote looked around, through the gap in his helmet, saw the woodland a hundred paces away, and stopped completely.

"In this charge, the brave performance of the leader is enough! If there are any nobles chewing their tongues again, they can use thunderous means. Fighting in the mountains and forests is too risky, and the cunning Guakili will definitely have ambushes, or order the warriors Let's retreat!"

In the forest, Uman frowned. The leader on the opposite side actually stopped and summoned his guards, as if he didn't intend to move on.

"Hey, the cowering armadillo, stopped halfway through the charge! The last Otomi leader was a warrior who personally led the charge, and smashed two thousand tribal warriors head-on!"

Uman let out a harsh "Bah". Of course, the end of the last Otomi leader's brave charge was that he was ambushed by the red hair led by him, and shot to death with random arrows. Thinking of this, he tightly clenched the longbow in his hand and became excited again.

"With this captured big bow, watch me shoot you too!"

"Didi!"

The conch horn for the retreat sounded in the mountain road. Giova himself blew the conch horn and summoned the warriors to retreat. The charging Ottopan warriors gradually stopped. They looked back for a moment, and moved closer to the "brave" prince.

"Can't wait!"

Uman suddenly let out a wolf howl, blew his bone whistle, and then shouted at the redheads behind him.

"Doo! Tribal elites, all charge! Get close and shoot, hunting the bird king of the Otomi people!"

"Aww! Bird-hunting king!"

Eight hundred red dog warriors howled like a pack of wolves, and then rushed out of the woodland ferociously, charging towards Jiowa not far away. Seeing this scene, a large group of Ottopan warriors also gathered together, fighting in front of the forest.

The ambushing enemy appeared from the forest and came straight to kill. Although Giova had expected it, he was taken aback. He subconsciously prepared to turn around and run away, and then forcibly stopped his footsteps. The Coyote Prince looked around and said in a low voice.

"Give me a shield!"

Hundreds of tribal fighters are like crazy tigers. They hardly made any defenses, brandishing stone hammers and bronze spears, and charged desperately at the enemy leader. Uman personally led dozens of redheads and rushed to the front. Like a running lynx, he quickly approached Giova within seventy steps. Then, he stopped quickly, raised his longbow, aimed at the Otomi leader with feathers on his head, and shot a fierce arrow!