Aztec Eternals

"Whoosh!"

The swift bone arrow struck like lightning, and it was in sight in a flash! Before Giova could react, there was a sudden pain in his chest, and his whole body was shaken.

"Bang bang!"

The sharp arrow pierced through the cloth and pierced the bronze armor with a "bang". Prince Coyote took a step back, looking down hastily. The arrow was right at the center, but it didn't penetrate the copper armor.

"Damn it, you actually shot me in the gut!"

Giova was frightened for a while, and looked around, looking for the sneak attacking enemy.

Not far away, Uman was startled. He hit the vital point with one arrow, but the enemy did not fall. The red-haired bodyguard showed a fierce expression, and led dozens of red-haired people, and rushed forward ten steps again, raised his hand and shot another arrow.

"Swoosh!. Bang!"

When the bone arrow hit the copper armor, there was another metallic crash. Giova's chest hurt again, as if someone had punched him in the air, and he took another step back. He looked down, the arrow was still stuck in his heart, only two inches away from the previous one.

"Damn it, it's such a sharp shot!"

Giova glared and finally found the enemy general who was shooting. It was a red-haired hound-born hunter without any conspicuous attire. He held a large bow rarely seen by the Guakili people, and he was looking at this side at this time.

"It turned out to be a thick-skinned armadillo"

Uman bowed his bow to observe, with an expression of disbelief on his face. He looked at the unscathed Otomi leader and cursed under his breath in surprise.

"Damn it, it's so thick!"

More than fifty steps apart, the two looked at each other with awe-inspiring killing intent. Giova turned around and shouted orders to the guards. Uman gritted his teeth fiercely, and shouted to the redheads around him.

"Ten steps forward! Fight with the Otomi dogs on both sides! The red-haired hunter in the middle, shoot that bird king with me!"

After speaking, Uman rushed forward in person. The distance of ten steps came in an instant, and he raised his big bow again and drew it full. This time, he aimed at the bird king's face! Around him, more than 30 elite red-haired hunters also raised their hunting bows at the same time, aiming at the vital points of the head and face.

"Damn it, damn it! Despicable Guajili dog descendant! Surprise attack!"

Giova looked at a group of redheads aiming at him, trembled all over, and cursed angrily. He threw away the baton in his hand, raised the shield with both hands, and tried his best to cover his head, face and neck.

"Whoosh!. Whoosh!. Bang!"

The red-haired hunters shot every arrow, and the howling rain of arrows brought the trill of death. Most of the bone arrows hit the wooden shield, and the rest hit the cloth faceplate accurately. Giova bowed his waist and raised his shield, as if walking in a rainstorm, his whole body hurt from the beating. In just one round of shooting, more than a dozen arrows pierced his armor, making him almost a hedgehog.

"Damn it! The sneak attacking wild dog!"

Giova tried to stabilize his figure, carefully deflected the shield, and revealed his observation line of sight. He was furious, stretched out his fingers, pointed in the direction of Uman, and shouted orders to the guards.

"Shoot! Shoot 'em!"

Nearly a hundred personal guards have taken out their longbows and are ready to shoot. Hearing the leader's order, they all drew their bows and set their arrows together, aimed slightly, and fired at the opposite side.

After Giova became the prince, His Highness generously rewarded him with two hundred longbows. Half of it was given to important nobles and heads by him. The remaining half was used to select the elite, following the example of His Highness, to form the Captain Gong Guards.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sharp copper arrow pierced through the air. At this distance, the dog-born's civilian clothes are like paper, and the captured cotton armor cannot resist. Uman sensed the danger in advance, threw himself on the ground, and rolled backward twice.

"Pfft, puff!"

The arrow only penetrated into the flesh, making a piercing puffing sound, and was immediately covered by the shrill howling, and fell into Uman's ears together. Uman was lying on the ground, looking at his side covered in dust, and his heart felt like bleeding. More than a dozen elite red-haired hunters fell to the ground with arrows, bleeding profusely, and they seemed to be dead.

"Whoosh whoosh!."

The longbow guards took aim, and fired another round of ferocious salvo, falling into the rear of the dog-born warriors. A dozen dog descendants fell to the ground in an instant, and there was chaos behind them. And the front line where hundreds of dog descendants were desperately charging was also blocked by the gathered Otomi warriors.

"Blessed by the ancestors! Form a battle formation and defeat the enemy!"

Giova waved his shield and shouted loudly, encouraging the morale of the army. Seeing that the leader came to the front line unscathed, the Ottopan warriors were inspired. They uttered a cry and began to fight hard. Soon, the warriors formed a battle formation, raised their shields to cover each other, and gradually stabilized the battle line.

A dog-born warrior frantically swung his stone hammer and charged towards the battle formation of the Otomi warriors. He tried his best to smash forward, but was blocked by the shield of a middle-aged warrior. The middle-aged warrior leaned back slightly against the sunken shield, and another young warrior beside him swung his baton and slashed at the enemy's chest.

"Zizz!"

The bright red of the big canopy spurts from the chest and abdomen. The dog-born warrior suddenly lost all strength and fell to the ground. Another dog-born rushed forward wielding a stone spear, the middle-aged warrior raised his shield again, and the young warrior slashed diagonally from the side. After a miserable howl, another corpse appeared on the ground.

Facing the formed army formation, the damage of the dog-born fighters began to rise rapidly, and the damage of the warriors decreased significantly. Uman looked around the battlefield, feeling anxious. He stepped back among the clan warriors, commanding the attacking elite.

"Aww! Red-haired hunter, disperse your shots and suppress the enemy archers! Tribal warriors, go around to the sides, don't charge directly!"

The fighting in the mountains was intertwined, and the shouts of killing shook the sky. Once soldiers get into close combat, it is difficult to command again. Hearing Uman's order, only hundreds of tribal fighters who had not fought in battle accepted the command. They quickly divided into two teams, circled obliquely to both sides of the Otomi army formation, then lowered their bodies and charged like hunting dogs!

The flanking charge struck, and the fighting became fierce again. The samurai formations on the two wings wavered for a moment and became a little scattered. The Ottopan warriors and the Guakili warriors were entangled close to each other, like beasts biting each other, launching deadly attacks on each other. In just a moment, dozens of people fell down!

The dog-born red-haired hunters straightened up and shot at the longbow warriors with all their strength, and the archers on the opposite side also quickly returned fire. The rain of arrows intersected among the mountain paths, and many flew into the forest, frightening the vultures to fly away.

Toch, a veteran red-haired hunter, had a red-lined face and an indifferent expression. He squinted his eyes, held his hunting bow sideways, and raised his hand to see a sharp bone arrow! Forty steps away, the grey-blue longbow guard was hit by an arrow in the face and fell down in response.

"The third finger!"

Toch nodded slightly, recording the number in his mind. Then, he moved slightly again, aimed at another guard, pulled the string to the corner of his mouth, and shot another swift arrow.

"Fourth finger!"

Toch counted confidently in a low voice without looking at the results of the shooting. He has held a bow for more than 20 years, and even his back has an arc suitable for shooting. As long as he shoots an arrow, he will know whether it hits or not based on his feeling.

"ah!"

Sure enough, the other guard uttered a miserable scream, his eyes were bleeding from arrows, and he fell to the ground and rolled in pain.

The corners of Toch's mouth curled up slightly. After this battle, he will be able to draw four more red lines on his face, and he will definitely surpass Uman and become the first person in the tribe. He moved his hunting bow again, aiming at the next enemy, but the roar of death came from his ears!

Seven or eight feathered arrows struck at the same time, focusing on this marksman! Toch bowed quickly and moved his feet, but he was still pierced by a sharp arrow in his waist and abdomen, and he fell to the ground in one fell swoop. Then, another round of arrows hit him, instantly piercing him into a bloody man!

The veteran hunter lay on the ground, the soil under his body was quickly wet. Finally, he tried his best to look up at the autumn forest. Some autumn leaves danced in the air, and then fell slowly, stained with bright red.

"Autumn is the cycle of death, the return to Mother Earth."

Toch whispered to himself, his eyes quickly lost their luster. Around the thick-skinned chief Ziova, warriors from both sides fell down like autumn leaves. Two thousand elites fought fiercely, and one-third of them had died at this time, but they were filled up by the reinforcements that rushed to them!

On the hill, Chief Red Dog gripped his weapon tightly, watching the battle situation intently.

Hundreds of elite red dogs rushed out suddenly, half-wrapping the leader of Otomi, like a snake half-biting its prey. However, this prey's skin is thick and scary, but it can't bite through it no matter what, and it is reluctant to let go for a while. The brutal confrontation continued, the Otomi opened their camp gates, and the dog-born tribes also sent warriors. A steady stream of reinforcements from both sides came in from both sides, stretching the front line longer and longer, and seeing an unexpected decisive battle!

"Chief! Marksman Tohe, dead in battle!"

A personal guard quickly ran up the hill and reported to Chief Red Dog who was watching the battle.

"What?!"

Chichika clenched her fists with a ferocious expression, like a wild beast that chooses to eat someone. Toch was one of the best shooters under his command, and he died in battle in the nameless mountain road like this! Chief Red Dog hesitated, pacing back and forth. He turned his head again, looked at the battlefield that had expanded to three or four thousand people, and looked at Ottopan's personal guards whose line was still solid.

"No, you can't fight like this!"

Chichika bit her lip hard and made up her mind. Although he wanted to have a big fight with the Otomi dog, it was by no means a battle on such a flat terrain with no cover. Chief Red Dog yelled at the guards next to him.

"Blow the horn to withdraw the troops!"

"Chief, withdraw troops?"

"Withdraw!"

Chichika growled sharply.

"Let Uman retreat! Send the remaining 2,000 warriors to ambush in the forest! Then send messengers to inform the other ministries: If the Otomi chase into the forest, let them never return!"

The guard nodded and left. But for a moment, the low-pitched horn echoed in the mountains. The Guakiri hunted the great beasts of the north, and this time they used real horns.

"Woo! Woo!."

Uman's eyes were red, and he was raising his bow to shoot furiously, when the sound of the horn came from afar. He turned his head and looked at the hill where the chief was, but only saw the flag of the withdrawal. The figure of the chief has disappeared.

"What?"

"Woo! Woo!."

Even in the heat of battle, the elite red-haired warrior remains calm. They looked back, hesitated for a few breaths, then decisively turned and retreated.

"Wow! Let's go!"

Uman showed unwillingness, but he could only obey. Before leaving, he took one last look at the Otomi leader who was close at hand. The opponent was covered in arrows, and the shield shot like a brush. At this moment, he turned his head and looked at the hill where the horn was blowing.

"Where is it? The leader of the Guakiri?"

Hearing this completely different sound of the horn, Giova's expression changed. He looked at the hills not far away, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then shouted loudly to his guard.

"Wave the command flag, let the nearest camp send troops! Kill that hill!"

While they were talking, the fighting Guakili suddenly let out a chaotic shout. Then, they all turned their heads, the formation was completely disorganized, and fled to the forest behind. Most of the dog-born fighters were lightly armed and unarmored, and they were accustomed to running. They could still walk like flying on the hills, and they could escape very fast. The samurai in the front row had their eyes red, and continued to chase and kill the fleeing enemy, and they were about to enter the forest!

Giova looked for a moment, and saw the birds rising above the forest, as well as the faintly flickering figures. He decisively took out the conch horn and blew it himself.

"Didi! Didi! The whole army retreats!"

"woo woo woo woo!"

The leaders of the two armies, one after the other, issued orders to withdraw their troops. The low horns and sharp conch horns echoed in the mountains at the same time, like a movement that ended suddenly. The fighters on both sides quickly disengaged, then calmed down, turned their heads and returned to the Chinese army.

A brutal battle broke out suddenly, it was fierce for a few moments, and then it calmed down so suddenly. Under the respectful eyes of the warriors, Giova pulled out the bone arrows on his body, broke them one by one, and threw them on the ground. Then he raised his head and looked at the vast sky.

I saw the sun slanting to the west, and the red sun dyed the top of the mountain. At both ends of the long mountain road, the two armies returned to their camps, and after a distance of several miles, they resumed their confrontation again. In this battle, more than a thousand people were killed on both sides, almost all of them elite! The casualties of the two armies were roughly equal. Although the Guajili people were surprised, they did not take advantage of the battle.

Black vultures fell from the sky and swooped down on the fresh food. In the rolling hills, nothing seems to happen, only the yellow of the autumn leaves on the mountain road is dyed into the red of maple leaves.

"Praise the Lord God for His blessing! Thank you, Your Highness, for your gift!"

Giova held the sun amulet on his chest, pressed down on the solid metal armor, and prayed devoutly towards the setting sun. Then, he gritted his teeth and cursed fiercely.

"Despicable Guakili people! When His Highness's army arrives, you will be sacrificed to the Lord God, and all of you will be sent to heaven one by one!"