Aztec Eternals

"Yo!"

The mountains are vast, surrounded by dense forests, the Tehuacan Valley is full of greenery, and the ancient temples are looming on the top of the mountain. The resounding crowing of the eagle soared in the mountains and forests, like a harbinger of death, suddenly enveloped the heart of the Mixtec warrior!

"Wow! Kill! Kill them!"

Ferocious wolves howled one after another, accompanied by shouts of killing intent. Thousands of dog-born warriors with grained faces and dyed hair, all wearing cotton armor and wielding bronze spears, jumped out of the hidden vegetation. In the hands of many red-haired dog descendants, they still hold cheap big bows made of bamboo. They stood on a high place, took a little aim, and shot a round of sharp copper arrows towards the scattered Mysterks!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

A few tens of steps away, a sharp rain of arrows hit his face, bringing the howl of death. After a few breaths, the Mystec warrior howled from being injured!

"Damn it! The despicable northern barbarians set up an ambush!"

Seeing a large group of northern barbarians showing their figures, holding bows and spears, Rich, the vanguard Rain God warrior, changed his expression. He immediately bent down and hid behind the tall trees, the sharp arrow wind brushed his hair.

The large rain of arrows struck quickly, so precise and powerful. In an instant, the hundreds of Mystec pioneers who pursued bravely suffered heavy losses. A total of fifty or sixty warriors who rushed to the front were killed in the first round of attacks. And what followed was the second round and the third round of Arrow Rain.

"Such a powerful arrow!"

Ridge, the warrior of the Rain God, pursed his lips and clenched his throwing spear tightly, feeling powerless in his heart. Holding up his shield, he carefully looked around the forest. The Mexica Legion had already prepared for an ambush and occupied the heights of the forest. At such a close distance, facing the powerful big bow, the cotton armor of the warriors could not resist at all!

"Damn it! You must lead the elite, rush forward from both sides, and defeat the high archers!"

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Arrows flew, spears fell, and penetrated the flesh and blood body, flowing with vitality. Ridge, the Rain God warrior, leaned over and gritted his teeth, thinking about the battle strategy. But soon, he didn't need to worry about this: a more intense shout of killing suddenly erupted from his side and rear, which was the position of the commander in chief of the Chinese army!

"Whoosh!"

A copper arrow flew towards him with incomparable force. At the commander-in-chief of the Chinese Army, a Mixtek personal guard holding up his shield fell down in response. Da Peng's blood splashed from his neck and poured into his vainly opened mouth, like a fish spitting on the beach.

"No! Waka! My nephew!"

The military leader of Shenshi City, Blue Snake Guku's eyes are about to burst. He looked at his nephew who died in battle, and felt extremely painful in his heart. This is his intended heir!

The Mystec tribes have ancient traditions ranging from hundreds to thousands of years. Their power class has long been stable, the nobles are born, the theocracy is hereditary, and they follow the tribal democracy with decentralized power. The chiefs of each ministry take turns serving as the rulers of important city-states through the election of their chiefs. The family tribe is their power base, and the loose tribal power is passed on among the outstanding and convincing family warriors. The feudal arts of "Youdi Gong".

"Rain God!"

Gritting his teeth, Blue Snake Guku hastily raised his shield and lowered his body, while shouting angrily and fearfully.

"Quick! Hold on tight! Personal guards, send an order to the warriors in the back formation, tell them to rush up to support and fight for the Rain God!"

"Whoosh!"

Black Wolf Toltek stood on a high place, raised his hundred-pound bow, and aimed at the Mixtec banner. A hundred steps away, he narrowed his eyes and shot another arrow. This time, he shot seventy or eighty steps and nailed it straight to the branch. Hei Lang frowned suddenly.

"Damn it! The forest in the south is really dense!"

The mountains and forests in the south are obstructed, without the openness of the northern plateau, the power of bows and arrows is only a few dozen steps. This ambush, after all, depends on the warriors' weapons to decide the outcome!

Hei Lang shook his head, lowered his bow, and straightened his spine. He looked at the battlefield in the forest, and after only a moment, a confident smile appeared on his face.

"Not bad! The Tlaxcala who lured the enemy into surrendering was defeated very well!"

In front of his eyes, the Mixtec warriors who were suddenly attacked were like a herd of deer, rushing left and right in the forest, unable to look at each other from head to tail. They were scattered in pursuit, without formation at all. Hundreds of forwards were directly suppressed by Arrow Rain, and thousands of defenders were even a mile away.

But at this very moment, the personal guard warriors led by a thousand black wolves were dividing into two teams and fighting out from the left and right wings. Wearing armor, they broke into the enemy's center at the same time, and rushed to the towering Mixtec banner!

"Kill! Kill them!"

"Break in! The man with the feathers on his back is the commander of the Mixtec people!"

"Chief Black Wolf said it! That human head is worth 800 acres of fertile fields and 40 fertile women!"

During the mobilization before the war, Hei Lang informed the entire army and offered a reward for a first-class military meritorious nobleman. Whether you are a dog-born warrior, a Prepecha warrior, a Tekos tribe warrior, or a Tlaxcala soldier, as long as you can defeat the commander of the Mystec people, you will be directly promoted to a first-class nobleman, and you will be granted land and slavery !

The black wolf's Guajili army is the sharp edge of the army, and it must be the vanguard in every battle. It has captured the most and suffered the most casualties. This legion has always maintained an establishment of 8,000 samurai, and it also has thousands of driven battalions.

The constant battle damage and replenishment caused the composition of legion soldiers to change rapidly. Today, it has changed from a pure dog-born army to a mixed army that gathers warriors from various tribes and only focuses on bravery, regardless of origin.

The brave commander of the legion, the backbone of experienced officers, a large number of looting harvests, and generous military rewards, this brings together fierce warriors who have experienced life and death and come from mixed sources, and condense the wild and sturdy Guajili War group!

"Shh!"

Two hundred Mexica warriors acted as the front arrows of the two-wing raid, wearing solid bronze armor and wielding a sharp copper axe, hacking the blocking Mixtec warriors into persimmons, rushing out a passage directly into the enemy's line.

Thousands of dog-born warriors wore leather armor, stabbed short spears, and fought fiercely. They leaped over the armored warriors, charged at high speed, and killed around the Mixtec feather banner, surrounded the desperate enemy commander, Blue Snake Guku, leaving no chance of escape.

"No! I am the revered descendant of the blue snake god! I am the descendant of the rain god! You brutal northern barbarians, the rain god will rain down corrosive rain, like the poison of dart frogs, destroy your faces and destroy your souls .Well!!"

"Ha! When death is imminent, how can there be so much to say?"

Masat the Red Deer swung the copper ax and chopped down the blue snake Guku to the ground with one blow. The leader's feathers, which symbolized divinity, were scattered all over the place, and the bright feathers were covered with dust and mud, disappearing from the eyes of all Mixtec warriors. Then, Massat smiled innocently and knelt on the ground on one knee. He held down the divine descendant with one hand, raised the copper ax with the other, and cut it with all his strength!

"Crack! Wow!"

The blood of the descendant of the gods stained Masat's battle suit red, and also stained the deer head on his battle suit red. After a few breaths, he grinned loudly, stood up, and held up a head that was unwilling to open his eyes with his right hand. Satisfied, he faced the direction of the black wolf, looked at the red frog and red monkey who were one step behind, and shouted out the victory declaration.

"Bless the Lord God, I am the fastest runner! The first victory in this battle, and forty fertile women, are all mine! Haha!"

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