Aztec Eternals

At the end of September, there is a golden harvest, and there is also a withering killing intent. Shulot led the army, traveled eighty or ninety miles eastward, and finally came to Giova's camp. As he looked around, there were rolling hills along the way, and towering mountains in the distance. The smoke and dust of the march rose in the winding mountain road, and the fallen leaves of the shallow trees also scattered among the mountains.

"The Sierra Madre Oriental is really majestic and continuous!"

Along the way, Xiu Luote felt emotional. Palms Valley is in the northeast of Red Fox Valley, deep into the Sierra Madre Oriental. The distance between the two valleys is about 170 miles, and they are full of rugged and winding mountain roads. The width of these mountain roads is variable, and there are forests blocking them, so it is very difficult for the army to pass.

"The Northern Expedition of Guajili Dogs, I thought it was a duel and fight on the flat wasteland, chasing death and chasing the north, but it turned out to be trekking in the mountains and attacking the cottage!"

Thinking of this, Xiulot shook his head and laughed. The Guakili have no herds and are a tough hunting group, accustomed to wilderness and mountains. They moved like the wind, and when they encountered powerful enemies, they naturally hid in the wilderness habitually, fleeing hundreds of miles away. It's only now that they are trapped by food, so they stay in the two valleys, guarding against danger.

"Pull up the king's flag and let Giova come over!"

Soon, the black wolf's king flag was erected on the hill outside the camp. Shulot climbed to a high place, looked down at the surrounding terrain, and observed the enemy camp. Giova was also cautious and accompanied the king.

"Giova, you fought against the Red Dog Alliance once before and lost a thousand people."

Shulot looked at the huge dog-born camp, and then at the dense forest near the camp.

"Red Dog Alliance, what's the combat power?"

"Your Highness, the Guajili people on the opposite side are divided into five groups, with the Red Dog tribe as the head, but their combat strength is different."

Giova pondered for a while, then answered frankly.

"The direct descendants of the Red Dog tribe are quite good at fighting. They are slightly weaker than my elite when fighting in formation, and better than the Ottopan warriors when fighting in the forest. But they are very cunning and always avoid fighting with the legion."

Then, Geova paused, looking a little angrily. He leaned down, accusing like a house dog.

"Your Highness, the Red Dog Alliance has a large number of red-haired hunters, and their tactics are very flexible. They will harass the warriors at night, disturbing the rest of the warriors, and even launch night attacks. They will also use provocative and feigned defeat tactics to lure the legion into the forest. and then engaged in melee. Of the thousands of people I lost, half of them went out to fight without permission and were ambushed and killed in the forest. They were also extremely despicable, gathering a large number of sharpshooters to snipe at the leader, Your Highness, please use the magic power of the main god, Destroy the enemy! If you hadn't given me the bronze armor, I would have gone to the Kingdom of God."

"Night harassment? Provocative defeat? Melee in the forest, beheading tactics? It's really familiar."

Shulot was silent.

"The Red Dog Alliance is like a pack of wolves in the wasteland, and their fighting style is more offensive. Even when the two armies confront each other, they continue to choose to take the initiative to create pressure on their opponents. The weakness of the dog-born is that they are poorly equipped and impulsive. They are disciplined Not high, lacks defensive toughness."

The king thought, and looked across again. The Red Dog tribe seemed to have noticed the arrival of the alliance's reinforcements, and they once again sent several teams of hundreds of elites to shoot arrows around the camp to harass them. Three more of them came along the mountain forest to attack Hei Lang's king's banner.

"Your Highness, there is still a small group of dog descendants hidden in the forest! The enemy is attacking, do you want to return to the camp temporarily?"

Berthard looked at the birds in the forest, and suggested solemnly.

"No need! One thousand longbow guards and five hundred jaguar warriors are all here in armor. Why should I avoid them?"

Xiulot smiled and ordered loudly.

"Bothard, I'll give you five hundred longbow guards, and go meet the dog-born hunters on the opposite side!"

The warrior commander nodded. He personally led the longbow guards to the front of the hill and formed a scattered formation to defend. But after a while, the red-haired figure also scattered in formation and rushed to the front like flying.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Condescending, with a distance of a hundred steps, the guards began to shoot arrows. The sharp rain of arrows roared away, shooting down several hunters. Hundreds of dog-born hunters all lowered their bodies and surrounded them from all directions with the help of trees and hills, like a pack of wolves hunting in the wilderness. Not long after, the two sides had approached within fifty steps and started shooting at each other.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The dog-born hunter straightened up suddenly, and shot arrows at the guards desperately. The precise bone arrow struck and pierced the vital point of the chest, but was blocked by the solid copper armor, making the sound of metal impact. The guards did not dodge, squinted their eyes, and shot steadily with one arrow. Soon, sixty or seventy dog-born corpses fell down the hill.

"Aww!"

The dog-spawn stalking the woods finally arrives. Two hundred dog-born warriors rushed out from the nearest forest and rushed towards the flying black wolf flag. Xiu Luote didn't change his face, and waved the command flag.

"Roar!"

Two hundred jaguar fighters roared. Wearing bronze armor and holding shields, they rushed forward a few steps and threw the spears in their hands! The heavy spear pierced through the air, and the charging dog-born warrior instantly pierced through his chest and abdomen, and fell down screaming. This kind of penetrating wound cannot be treated, as long as it is hit by a spear, it means death. Then, the jaguar fighters took out their batons, rushed into the enemy's line, and began to kill wantonly.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The rain of arrows whizzed back and forth, and the hunters of the dog-born completely dispersed, and those who were suppressed by the guards couldn't even raise their heads. Their arrows pierced the thick skin on the opposite side, and the arrows hit the vital point, but the opponent was unharmed. As long as the personal guard hits with an arrow, it can penetrate the hunter's cloth armor, causing them serious injury or death.

"Captain Uman, you can't fight anymore! The opponent is full of thick skins, let's retreat!"

Amoxi leaned over and hid behind a rock, admonishing Captain Red Dog in a low voice.

"Shooting like this is useless! In the Red Fox Valley, we have fought against cactus warriors many times! A thick skin like this requires five or six warriors to surround and kill at the same time. They still wear helmets. Shoot in the calf or throat!"

"Damn! Don't compare the cowards in Red Fox Valley with the warriors of our Red Dog tribe!"

Uman cursed angrily. Unbelievably, he popped up again, aimed at the leading warrior on the opposite side, and shot an arrow straight to the throat!

Dangerous voices came through the air, and the samurai's body reacted first. Berthard lowered his head slightly and turned his body sideways. The arrow shot past the helmet, making a harsh metal scratching sound. Then, the samurai commander turned around abruptly, cast his gaze awe-inspiringly, and drew the longbow in his hand again.

"Whoosh!"

Amoshi jerked Uman's body and pulled him down behind the boulder. The sharp copper arrows grazed their red hair, and shot into the soil with a "pop", the arrow sank two inches!

"ah!"

Uman's complexion changed drastically, and his body trembled. He barely got up from the ground, but also raised his bow to fight back.

"Captain Uman! The raiding fighters were defeated by the tiger heads! The sneak attack is hopeless, retreat quickly!"

Amosi pressed Uman again and tried to persuade him. Uman is the personal guard of Chichika, the chief of the red dog, and a warrior of the tribe, so he must not be folded here!

Two days ago, Amoxi was forcibly recruited into the camp by Chief Red Dog to serve as his personal follower. From time to time Chief Reddog asked him about the tribes to the south. He answered one by one, and at the same time silently learned the chief's method of controlling the tribe. Today, the banner of the black wolf comes from the mountain pass to the west. He told the chief that this was the arrival of Chief Death, and it was best to evacuate as soon as possible, but Chief Red Dog was noncommittal. Uman proposed to take the initiative to attack, Chichika nodded in praise, and asked Amoxi, who knew the cactus tribe, to attack together.

"The Great Chief Death God has boundless mana, and there are countless thick skins around him, so how can he be so easy to sneak attack?"

Amoxi looked at the fierce cactus warrior and sighed in his heart.

"The great chief arrived with the tribe's personal guards. This battle is destined to be fatal. How can the Red Crow tribe get out?"

I'm a little busy these days, working on a project, I'm really sorry.