Aztec Eternals

The terrified shouts lasted all night, and the chaos of the dogborn continued all night. When the morning sun rose and shone on the camp on the top of the mountain, the densely packed dog-born warriors had disappeared. Looking from a distance, the precipitous camp was completely dilapidated, with chaotic traces of the fire everywhere, and the corpses of dog descendants lying down indiscriminately.

Shulot climbed up the hill, looked at the hundreds of enemies left in the stronghold, and nodded in satisfaction. Then, he smiled and said to the most trusted samurai commander.

"The dog-born brigade has been disbanded. After listening to the howling all night, I am a little tired, and I will go to sleep for a while. Berthard, you come to defeat the remnants of the enemy for me!"

"Follow your will, Your Highness!"

Bertard smiled and agreed. Shulot turned around and left without looking at the mountain again. After a while, there were bursts of killing sounds from behind.

"Shhhhhh!"

Yang Gong's arrow rain rose from the middle of the mountain, and shot at the dilapidated camp, leaving a few touches of fresh red. The sun rose into the sky, and it was already noon. The brilliant sun fell from the blue sky, illuminating the reddish-brown hills and the cottages that fought repeatedly.

The surviving 200 dog-born warriors were sparsely populated, lying behind the cottage, unable to show their faces under the pressure of the arrows. Under the wave of cactus tribe's offensive, they had already lost more than half, abandoned the main camp of Red Dog, and retreated to the high mountain behind the camp.

Soon, after the rain of arrows, the elite jaguar battle group wore heavy armor and held a large shield, formed a loose formation, and killed them carefully again.

The higher you go, the narrower the steep slopes and the more rugged the terrain. With the help of the terrain, the dog descendants resisted steadily. The personal guard Uman popped up, holding a shield in his hand. He quickly waited and watched for a while, then gave orders to the redheads on the left and right, and then pushed down a big rock himself.

"Boom! Boom!"

A few loud bangs echoed, and a few more boulders rolled down from a height, carrying the power to kill heavy armor! Seeing the ferocious falling rocks, the jaguar battle group paused. Their formation spread out even more, and they patiently evaded on the spot, waiting for the rocks to roll away before climbing up again.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Soon, the jaguar battle group entered the camp again. The red-haired hunter's bone arrow fell from a higher place, avoiding the armored body, and the arrow aimed at the vital points of the face and neck. From time to time, enemy teams rushed out from the hidden mountains, frantically swung stone hammers, and entangled and fought with the jaguar fighters.

In the face of various attacks, the jaguars stopped cautiously, defending first and then attacking steadily. They cover each other, make full use of the advantages of shields and heavy armor, and minimize casualties. Afterwards, the elite warriors methodically turned the rushing dog descendants into corpses!

"too slow!"

Berthard stood halfway up the mountain, a hundred steps away, frowning. He looked at the sky, and it was already noon.

"Most of the dog descendants have been disintegrated, and only a few hundred people are left. The jaguar battle group is known as the elite. It has attacked the half-day mountain, and it has not eliminated the remnants of the enemy yet!"

"Boss Holy Eagle, these broken troops resisted very tenaciously and never retreated. Their red-haired leader was especially resistant to fighting. He kept throwing stones and shooting back arrows, and killed two jaguar fighters."

Tupa held his bow, squinted his eyes, and observed the mountain where the shadows flickered.

"The enemies on the mountain have retreated to the highest point and are surrounded by groups. They are just struggling beasts at this time. As for the jaguar group, well, it is indeed a bit too stable. Is it because the terrain is too steep and heavy armor is not easy to climb? Haha, Or is it that the fear of being stoned to death is too dishonorable?"

Hearing this, Bertard frowned. Although the two noble battle groups of the Eagle and the Jaguar are exceptionally elite, they both have the independent will of the military nobles. These troops, even the current him can't do what he wants. In the entire alliance, it is estimated that only King Avit and His Royal Highness Xiulot can really drive the nobles to fight to the death.

The warrior chief looked at it for a while, then shook his head. He turned to Tupa and said.

"Tupa, you bring two hundred longbow guards and kill the leader for me! Hei Lang was injured and missed the battle here. For him and yourself, make more military exploits!"

"Okay, Holy Eagle Head!"

After receiving the order, Tupa nodded knowingly. Without any hesitation, he knelt down on one knee and saluted.

Black Wolf Toltek was born in the first batch of personal guards of His Highness, and he is the second batch of personal guards. Both of them are civilian warriors who are loyal to His Highness and have been taught by the warrior commander. During the several years of battle, there were still many such personal guards of His Royal Highness, who were successively selected by the warrior chiefs and appointed as middle-level officers of each legion. They are more loyal, braver, and more united than the military nobles inherited from the alliance, and they have vaguely formed a line of their own.

Afterwards, Tupa took two hundred longbow guards, carried the longbow, and climbed up the mountain with agility. In just a quarter of an hour, he passed the jaguar battle group and came to the forefront of the battle!

"Close and shoot!"

Tupa ordered in a low voice, and the guards immediately stopped, approaching and shooting ferociously. The dog-born red-haired hunter also straightened up, frantically throwing stones and arrows downward. However, after two rounds of shooting, more than a dozen people on both sides fell to the ground. Tupa himself was dressed in ordinary samurai costumes, with a few sharpshooters, and waited patiently behind the rocks.

Soon, Uman raised his shield again. Looking at the precarious situation, he encouraged with a hoarse voice.

"Warriors, as long as we last until dark, the main force of the clan will be able to go for another day! For the sake of the tribe, for the big leader, and for the sake of the old battalion behind, we will stay for another half day!"

The dog-born warriors looked numb, and echoed twice in a low voice. They are not the backbone of the tribe, but the army left behind. I experienced a night of chaos last night, and today I fought hard for half a day. By this time, everyone was almost exhausted, and they could only hold their last breath.

"Aww! Kill!"

Uman looked fierce and let out a wolf howl. After a short observation, he aimed at the direction where the guards gathered, and suddenly pushed down a big rock. Boulders crashed down, disrupting the formation of the guards and exposing the bodies of the warriors.

Then, he quickly put down his shield, raised his longbow, and aimed an arrow at the vital point of a personal guard!

"Whoosh!"

The sharp bone arrow struck from a high place, avoiding the middle armor at a tricky angle, and accurately shot into the neck. The personal guard immediately covered his neck, swayed weakly, and rolled down the mountain with his head up.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Almost at the same time, several copper arrows were prepared and attacked together! But in an instant, the sharp arrow shot through the cotton armor fiercely, piercing Uman's chest and abdomen!

"Well!."

The stern look on Uman's face disappeared in an instant. The arrow only entered the body, and the huge momentum made him fall back; the broken internal organs also made him lose his strength in an instant. He staggered and fell to the ground, a large amount of blood oozed from the wound on his chest and abdomen, soaking the brown rocks. He looked at the blue sky, imagining the boundless wasteland, his eyes straightened for the last time.

"Uh, uh, it turns out that when you are about to die, you don't feel pain? It's light, like a bird flying. Fly, what is it like to fly? Don't. Don't block me. Let me fly to the wasteland, Take a look, just take a look and then return to the earth."

After more than ten breaths, Uman's eyes collapsed. He vaguely heard chaotic shouts, followed by boundless darkness.

Several red-haired personal guards rushed forward, crying and kneeling on the ground, hugging the leader's body indiscriminately. The rest of the dog-born warriors lost their fighting spirit, howled and turned around, and even knelt down and surrendered.

"Haha, hit!"

Tupa laughed loudly, and confidently shook the longbow in his hand.

"My archery skills seem to be only a little worse than that of Hei Lang! Well, I'm two points worse than that of Holy Eagle, which is better than your highness hahaha!"

After laughing for a while, Tupa straightened up with a murderous look on his face.

"Let's go! Go and take our military exploits!"

The longbow guards rushed up to attack, and the dog descendants on the mountain no longer had any strong resistance. Half a moment later, the last few redheads were killed by arrows, and the remaining one hundred dog descendants knelt down and surrendered.

With his head held high and his bow in hand, Tupa led his bodyguards up to the height of the rear camp. He strode forward, then stopped suddenly.

Uman's body lay quietly on the rock. His eyes remained wide open until his death.

"Phew! A true warrior!"

Tupa breathed out, held the amulet around his neck with both hands, and bowed his head in prayer.

"Praise the Lord God! He loves warriors the most! May you rest in the red country and turn into a butterfly in the mountains!"

After the sincere prayer, Tupa grinned again. He put his hand deep into his arms, took out a sharp obsidian dagger, and said happily to Uman.

"Okay! You have already gone to the Kingdom of God, and if you turn into a red butterfly, then lend me your former head!"

The sun hangs slightly to the west, and the red sun dyes through the clouds. Red butterflies fluttered among the mountains, and the warrior's head was passed down the mountain road until it reached the king's hand.

In the big tent, Xiulot looked at Uman's head and nodded calmly. Then, he turned around and smiled at Keka who was waiting beside him.

"Kaka, do you know this warrior?"

"...Great chief, he is Chichika's personal guard general, the most famous warrior of the Red Dog tribe, Uman."

Keka lowered his head, his expression full of awe. But in one night, the Red Dog coalition army completely collapsed, and even Uman died here!

"oh?"

Xiulot glanced at Keka lightly, then asked again with a smile.

"According to the customs of the wasteland, how should a warrior be buried?"

"The ceremonies of different ministries are different, but fire is basically used. The ashes of the chief will be carried with him, and the ashes of the tribal people will be buried in the ground. As for the brave warriors"

Ke paused. He looked at Uman's head with a complicated expression.

"We'll ascend a hill. At sunrise or sunset, against the holy red sky, we'll blow the ashes into the wind and scatter them across the vast wasteland."

"Cremation and ashes. It's the same as the descendants of Guamal dogs."

Shulot nodded slightly, then fell into deep thought.

"The sacred red sky coincides with the red country in the belief of the Alliance. It seems that the origins of the Guacquiles and the Aztec tribes may be quite similar."

After a while, Shulot smiled gently.

"Kaka, since that's the case, I'll entrust you with the funeral of this warrior! You have to follow the instructions of the priest, integrate the traditions of the wasteland with the belief of the main god, create a new ceremony, and bury Guaji who died in battle with honor. Li Warrior!"

"Ah! The Great Chief? I, I will hold the funeral?"

Hearing this, Keka's eyes widened.

"Well, this is the first task I give you."

Shulot smiled lightly. Then, with a solemn expression, he ordered that he could not refuse.

"A thousand warriors will be drawn from the Red Frog Tribe! Five hundred people will be included in the warrior commander's vanguard army, chasing and killing all the Red Dog Alliance units overnight! The remaining five hundred people will be included in the rear army, and along the mountain roads on both sides, recruit the defeated Horde warriors!"

"Ah! Your Highness, this, me, this thousand people"

Keka showed anxiety on his face, but he didn't dare to protest. The life and death of Miwa's 500 elites is uncertain, how many will come back, and now another 1,000 people will be drawn!

"Kaka, devoutly believe in the Lord God, I will promise you the future."

Shulot patted the other person's shoulder gently.

"As for the thousand soldiers drawn, I will make up for you from the captives who surrendered! Well, I will equip you with priests to accompany the army!"

Keka opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't say anything. Yesterday's sky fire flashed in his mind, just like Uman's head today. After a while, he resigned himself to his fate and knelt down on the ground.

"Follow you, Warchief!"

The king smiled, turned around, and looked at the eastern sky. Evening is coming, the sun is about to set, and the sky is full of red. And the belief in the Lord God has been spread in the vast wasteland, just like the glory of the alliance!