Aztec Eternals

The sun is slowly setting to the west, and the breeze blows away the smoke and dust. The mountains cast huge shadows, and there was a sweet smell on the wind. Smelling the enticing fragrance, the vulture landed tentatively from time to time, and was startled to fly by the moving warrior. These New World scavengers are more eager than the Old World vultures. They have sharper beaks and are particularly fond of freshly dead, uncorrupted corpses.

The black wolf Toltek came to the vanguard camp with a cold expression and didn't say anything. He just untied his commander's banner and plunged into the formation. The flag was buried a foot into the ground with a "bang", and it did not move. Then, he looked forward, and saw several vultures hovering over the battlefield, surrounding the corpses of the vanguard soldiers.

Toltek looked cold, raised his longbow, and narrowed his eyes. He aimed a little bit, shot in the air, and a vulture landed on the ground! The vultures in the mountains were frightened, and all flew away. The cry of "croaking" echoed in the valley, as shrill as a whine.

"Bird shooter!"

There was a low cheer in the pro army. Hei Lang looked around, the warriors of the Pioneer Battalion were still calm and fighting. It's just that they fought for half a day and were tainted by thick smoke, so they couldn't help showing a little fatigue.

"Samurai! The eyes of the God of War are upon you! You are the glorious Royal Guard!"

Toltek lowered his longbow slowly and encouraged him loudly.

"His Royal Highness is about to arrive! The army marches all the way to the north, and the attack is invincible! We are ferocious jaguars, are we going to be blocked by the dogs in front of us?!"

"Roar!"

Hearing this, the warriors of the Pioneer Battalion showed killing intent, and low roars sounded in the formation.

"Guardians! Here I plant the banner! I hold the longbow in my hand!"

Hei Lang held the banner in one hand and raised his longbow in the other, roaring sharply.

"I attack with you! I fall with you!!"

"Roar! Roar! Kill!"

The two thousand warriors raised their heads together, their morale was boosted, and they roared like a beast!

In the camp not far away, Keka looked dignified. He held his hunting bow tightly and carefully looked at the general under the banner.

"Damn! Who is this?!"

"Chief, he should be the black wolf! The chief of the big tribe under the chief of Death God, and the eight thousand warriors in the middle!"

"oh?!"

Keka stared round his eyes, turned slightly, and had some faint thoughts. However, before he could think about it for a long time, the terrible sound of war drums sounded from under the camp!

"Boom boom boom!"

Under the personal leadership of Hei Lang, the 2,000 Pioneer Battalion were all overwhelmed! But after a short time, the Pioneer Battalion came to about a hundred steps away from the camp. The Thousand Temple crossbowmen stopped immediately, raised their crossbows, and shot towards the camp.

"Shhhhhh!"

The crossbow arrows hit like a torrential rain, nailed to the wooden board fiercely, suppressing the hunters at the top of the city. Keka shrank his neck, turned his head and shouted to the guards.

"Quick! Order the soldiers to charge!"

Soon, the three hundred young dogs rushed out of the camp shouting, and there was a rain of arrows in front of them. Dozens of people were brought down by the crossbow arrows, and their shouts turned into howls in an instant, and the charge of the dog descendants slowed down immediately.

"Shhhhhh!"

The deadly crossbow bolts came in waves, and as long as the armorless young man was hit by an arrow, he was destined to meet his ancestors. Under the cover of crossbow arrows, the Pioneer Battalion had already reached within sixty paces.

Toltek stopped and raised the longbow in his hand. He squinted his eyes, just aimed slightly, and shot an arrow with all his strength! The copper arrow was extremely precise, piercing through the neck directly, cutting the trachea, and bringing out the bright red of the shot. A young man of dog descent stopped shouting suddenly, and fell down clutching his neck with "ho ho".

Hei Lang didn't stop, and shot three people dead in a moment. He was wearing a half-body bronze armor and a bronze helmet covering his head. He stood in the center of the army formation without doing anything to avoid it. Beside him, there were eighty longbow guards, also wearing middle armor, raising their bows and shooting together.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The precise feather arrows were shot at the top of the city, and more than a dozen tribal hunters turned over and fell down. The Pioneer Battalion has rushed within forty steps! Nine hundred vanguard barbarians shouted frantically, began to climb the slope, and charged towards the camp!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Hundreds of red-haired hunters poked their heads out from behind the boards, and began to shoot arrows downward. At this distance, the Guakili's shooting skills are so accurate! Dozens of vanguard barbarians were instantly hit by arrows in their heads and necks, and rolled down the slope.

"Shhhhhh!"

The fierce crossbow arrows roared and shot more than ten hunters to death. The vanguard barbarians did not stop, and along the slope full of corpses and blood, they fought with the young dogs who came out of the camp.

As the battle situation became more and more intense, the senior red-haired hunter could still remain calm, while the ordinary tribal hunters were almost completely insane. They poked their heads out desperately, braved the incoming crossbow bolts, and shot arrows down the camp, shooting the dog descendants and the barbarians to death together.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

It was especially tragic on the narrow slope! The dog-born and the barbarians assassinated each other, their bodies entangled and fell to the ground. The people on the ground bleed out a large amount of blood, let out a dying cry, and then stopped in the trampling. New fighters continued to fill in, continuing the bloody fight.

"Center!"

Toltek narrowed his eyes, roared suddenly, and shot an arrow into the head of a tribal hunter. Immediately, he nocked the arrow, moved slightly to aim, and shot another swift arrow.

On the watchtower, a red-haired hunter had just poked his head out from behind the plank and was about to shoot down when suddenly his neck hurt and his eyes went dark. The red-haired hunter lost all his strength in an instant, and rolled down from the wall of the village, his whole body was dyed red.

The black wolf took a longbow as his personal guard, and accurately shot and killed the tribal hunters, clearing the high watchtower. Soon, the red-haired hunters reacted.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Hundreds of bone arrows rushed towards them, hitting the bronze armor of the guards, making a "pop" sound. Many bone arrows pierced the cloth, and were blocked by the bronze armor, so they could only be inlaid on the armor in vain. From a distance, the armor looks like the fur of a hedgehog, draped over the bodyguards. Faced with such a thick skin, the red-haired hunters once again aimed fiercely at the vital points. Feathered arrows hit like heavy rain, and the bronze helmet made a "bang bang" sound, but only two personal guards were injured.

"Shhhhhh!"

The sharp crossbow pierced the sky and nailed to the wall again, and a dozen or so redheads fell down with a muffled groan. Coca felt a pain in his heart. He looked at the longbow guard who was hit by more than a dozen arrows, and roared angrily.

"Ah! What is this? Why can't I die!"

"Chief, the red fox scouts mentioned that these are the thick-skinned warriors of the cactus tribe! They wear thick skins and can survive a hundred arrows!"

The red-haired personal guard Miwa stepped forward and explained.

"What? Thick skin? What kind of sorcery is this!"

Keka's eyes widened, and he looked carefully at the front of the camp, but he couldn't see what was going on for a while.

The fierce fighting has lasted for a moment. The 300 strong men who left the camp had no way to retreat, and almost all of them died in battle. A large group of cactus warriors shouted frantically, and gradually rushed up the slope. They braved the rain of arrows and approached the wall of the village, and they would soon climb up. Although the wall of the rear camp was slightly higher, it was still only two meters long, and it could not stop the charge at all.

"Miwa, how many soldiers have been recruited for the second batch of stormtroopers?"

Coca asked eagerly. The war is tight, and the first batch of thousands of people has been exhausted.

"About 600 people have already issued shields and spears! The follow-up is still being recruited."

"Divide into two teams! Add a hundred red frog fighters to each team as the backbone, and hurry out of the camp to fight! Don't let the Aztecs climb the wall!"

"Listen to you, the chief is brave!"

"By the way, let the guards in my wolf robes hold the flag and move forward! Send twenty soldiers to guard with big shields. Well, let him boost the morale of the soldiers, and then attract the enemy's bows and arrows!"

"Listen to you, chief cunning!"

The drums of the charge gradually became faster, and the bone whistle of the dog-born became more and more sharp. A moment later, four hundred tribal warriors rushed out of the camp, once again fighting with the vanguard barbarians on the slope. Immediately afterwards, the chief in wolf robe held the banner of the red frog and came to the wall of the village in person. The cheers of the dog descendants suddenly resounded in the camp!

"Hey! This Red Frog Chief is an admirable warrior!"

Looking at the moving flag, Toltek was slightly taken aback. He nodded respectfully, and without hesitation, he shot swiftly!

"Whoosh!"

The copper arrow came like lightning, nailed hard to the shield under the flag, and shot the warrior in wolf robe back a step. Then, dozens of feathered arrows struck at the same time! The warrior sat down on the ground in shock, huddled behind the shield and guards, like a small boat in a storm.

"Temple crossbowman, move forward twenty steps, approach and shoot!"

Toltek fired another round, making sure the longbow couldn't break through the wooden shield. He immediately waved the command flag and summoned the crossbowmen to step forward. On the slope, the dog-born and the barbarians fought fiercely again. The tribal hunters shot arrows desperately, shooting to death the barbarians below, and then were shot to death by the archers in the distance.

"Shhhhhh!"

Panting for breath, the crossbowmen tried their best to shoot a round of arrows. The sharp crossbow roared, piercing the red cat's flag, breaking through the wooden shield, and wounding the surrounding guards!

Toltek looked carefully for a moment, but there was no figure behind the shield, and he didn't know whether the chief in the wolf robe was dead. But judging by the calm reaction in the camp, it seems that the work has not been completed.

"What a tough warrior!"

Hei Lang sighed slightly, and shook his head in disappointment. He raised his longbow again, shot a long arrow sharply, and nailed another redhead to death!

"Swoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!"

Keka stared wide-eyed and shrank behind the wall. Feather arrows and crossbow bolts flew over his head, nailing the guards under the banner to death one by one. After a while, the red-haired personal guard Miwa rushed over with a heavy expression.

"Chief, the guard in your wolf robe was shot to death!"

Coca's pupils shrank. He looked at the black wolf whose arrows were like shooting stars, as if he saw a dying skeleton. Chief Red Frog pondered for a while, then ordered in a low voice.

"Quickly, find another bodyguard and put on my wolf robe again! Remember, to attract the enemy's bows and arrows, stack a few more shields!"

"Listen to you, chief cunning!"

Coca nodded. In the eyes of the dogs of the wasteland, treachery and cunning are compliments as long as they can achieve their goals. The dog descendants have fought for survival for generations, tried their best to adapt to the cruel environment, and dismissed faith and glory. Therefore, when faced with new gunpowder weapons, they will quickly find a way to deal with them, and will not, like their compatriots in the south, regard it as the coming of gods and even give up resistance.