The drums of the attack sounded fiercely. Under the leadership of dozens of Prepecha bow warriors, two thousand longbow militiamen lined up and stepped forward, ready to shoot. These Tarasco archers wore gray paper
A, wearing a yellow rattan hat, holding a bamboo longbow, hanging a bag of cheap reed bone arrows on his waist, and a self-defense dagger. They are not expensive to set up and relatively easy to maintain, but they are not good at close combat, so they keep
Mobility while wearing light clothing.
Looking at the approaching group of archers, the canine descendants shouted nervously. The hunters raised their hunting bows one after another, relying on the terrain of the hill, and shot hard outside the camp. However, the hunting bows were short, and the flying bone arrows shot out dozens of steps.
At a short distance, he used up all his strength and stabbed the archers' paper armor feebly, without causing any damage.
"Dip, drip!..."
Accompanied by two short flutes, the longbow militiamen stopped, and then drew their bows and nocked arrows. This was about sixty steps away from the camp. It was difficult for the dog-born hunting bows to damage the paper armor of the archers, and the long bows of the archers.
But the bow can easily break through the canine's cloth.
"Drip!...Whoosh!"
The sharp flute sounded, and the leading bow warriors suddenly released their fingers and conducted the first round of test firing. Dozens of long arrows passed through a short half arc and stuck diagonally on the wooden fence. The canine descendants exploded
There was a burst of laughter and curses. Then, the bow warriors adjusted their angles, led the archers behind them, and fired directly!
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Thousands of reed arrows pierced the sky, like soaring birds, carrying the roar of death, and shot into the canine camp! Hundreds of canine men were injured on the spot and fell to the ground, screaming in agony and dripping with blood. Red Rat
The tribe suddenly became chaotic and noisy, just like a group of rats exploding their nest.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
The second round of arrow rain struck again. Dozens of impulsive canine warriors wanted to open the camp door and rush out, but they made the best arrow targets; other warriors lay low and hid behind fences and thatched huts.
, to avoid the deadly arrows.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
A dozen red-haired warriors roared loudly and commanded the chaotic tribe, but the third round of arrow rain struck again, turning them into hedgehogs!
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!..."
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
The whistling arrow rain fired five rounds in a row, and there were hundreds of unlucky canine descendants on the ground. Toltec looked at the chaotic tribal camp that had lost its command, and curled his lips in disdain. He once again ordered the flag in front of the commander.
, the sound is like thunder.
"Vanguard Throw, Charge!"
"Roar! The Lord God protects! Kill!"
Two thousand Tekos barbarians shouted excitedly and rushed forward with low roars.
As the Royal Forbidden Army, these barbarian mercenaries were selected from prisoners of war in the Western Expedition and tribes that surrendered. They have always been light and sturdy, good at melee throwing, and after converting to the Lord God, they regard life and death as nothing. They are also the best melee combatants.
Vanguards can throw dangerous caltrops in siege battles. Of course, fighting such a small tribal camp does not require the use of explosive weapons that were transported with difficulty.
At this moment, the barbarian pioneers were wearing dark green Mexica cotton armor and sturdy rattan hats. They were holding sharp copper spears in one hand and two cheap obsidian javelins in the other. They moved extremely fast, and in a moment they were
Within twenty steps of approaching the camp, the hidden tribal hunters began to show their heads and shoot sparse arrows. The pioneers ran faster and raised their arms, responding with accurate javelins.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
At a distance of ten steps, the power of the javelin is so great! The thrown javelin directly passed through the gap in the fence, penetrated the chest and abdomen of the hunters who were struggling to resist, and nailed them to the ground, causing a miserable howl that was not like a human voice!
Soon, the sound of "dong-dong" logging was heard violently. The leading pioneer warrior took out a copper ax and chopped hard at the fence and camp gate. The barbarian soldiers behind threw out ropes, tied the damaged camp gate, and then all
A pull.
"Crack...Crack!"
The wood broke, making a sharp "click" sound, and the camp door suddenly burst open! The pioneer warrior swung his ax again, and the red agouti flag was cut from the middle, fell to the ground, and was stepped on by the warriors. Sacred totem
It fell and could no longer protect the tribe! The canine descendants suddenly cried out in despair.
"Hoar, roar, kill!"
Hundreds of dark green figures roared with excitement and rushed into the camp ferociously. They thrust out their copper spears and mercilessly used their full strength to kill any figure that was still resisting, and soon came from the gate of the camp.
The leader’s longhouse in the center of the tribe!
Hundreds of canine warriors wielding stone hammers and wooden shields struggled to resist in front of the longhouse, but were pierced one after another by the surrounding copper spears. Soon, a capable red-haired warrior let out a scream and covered his chest.
There was a bloody hole, and he threw his head back and fell down.
"Chief Agouti!"
The canine descendants shouted in panic, losing their last bit of morale. They threw away their weapons one after another, knelt down in front of the powerful enemy, gave up all struggle, and allowed themselves to be manipulated by fate.
Under the hill, Toltec laughed. In front of an outstanding commander, victory was so easy! Then, he looked at the camp for a while and frowned again.
Commander Black Wolf called a bodyguard and gave a few instructions. The bodyguard nodded and came forward with a large group of warriors and accompanying war priests.
After a while, the killing in the camp completely stopped. The barbarian pioneers were covered in blood, escorting the young and strong prisoners who could still walk, and filed out of the camp. The priests looked kind and comforted the frightened canine descendants.
Then he asked the warriors to take the children away.
In the wailing camp, the warriors searched for a while and then returned to report to the commander.
Unsurprisingly, although this ordinary canine tribe has nearly two thousand people, it is extremely poor. There are not even mice in the large storage tent, only a few dozen bags of grain, which is barely enough for two thousand people to survive until the autumn harvest.
.Then there are bark, grass roots, cacti, yucca, various insects, mouse meat, some questionable dried meat, and a few baskets of strange herbs that can satisfy hunger. The only valuable thing is the innermost bundles of fur.
There are everything from rat skin to bearskin.
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Looking at the harvest, Toltec shook his head. He waved his hand coldly, and the barbarians ignored the low wails on the ground, waved torches, and lit longhouses, huts, and tents on fire.
Soon, the camp on the hill turned into a sea of fire. Black smoke rose violently, erasing all traces. The wailing gradually stopped, and even the wind quieted down, leaving only the fields under the hill, still gestating.
With hope of harvest.
From the beginning of the siege to the end of the search, the battle lasted about an hour. The attacking battalion only killed a dozen people and injured dozens more, but it completely destroyed the Canine camp of 2,000 people and captured 1,000 people.
captive.
The black wolf glanced at the captured prisoners. They were all young and strong men and women of dog origin. The Mexican warriors had used tough hemp ropes to string them up neatly. They had long been involved in this kind of capture.
Have done it countless times.
"Well, there are indeed very few old and weak people in the Guakili tribe. If they are sent to the south, they are slaves suitable for farming. The nobles and warriors have entrusted so many fields, and finally they can have young men to serve!"
Thinking of this, Toltec nodded with satisfaction. He looked at the cronies beside him and ordered boldly.
"Tupa, I'll give you two hundred men! Take these Ding Zhuang captives and escort them to Mespa at the back. Then instruct him to arrange the manpower and send them to the rear army camp for His Highness to see! His Highness likes the young Ding Zhuang the most.
Got it!"
"Yes! Boss, don't we wait for General Mespa? He still has three thousand warriors there..."
"What are you waiting for? We have to be quick when sweeping out the canine tribe! We have to wipe out every extra nest before the rats can react! Otherwise, who knows where they will get into? I don't have the time to catch mice all over the mountains and plains.
The Parmus warriors are not disciplined and move too slowly. We only need to bring a few scouts to serve as guides for the legion, and the rest will stay behind and slowly accept the prisoners!"
Black Wolf waved his hand boldly. Then, he identified the direction and waved the flag to the northwest.
"The whole army rests for two quarters of an hour! Before tonight, we have to kill the next tribe!"
"Roar!"
The roars of the warriors instantly echoed across the wasteland, drowning out a low bark in the grass.
"Ouch! He saw us and waved the flag to us!"
Iwekan raised his head in horror, let out a low cry, and almost turned around and ran away immediately.
"Shut your bitch! Ivican, they haven't moved! We are two hundred steps apart. As long as we wear our cane hats, no one can see us in the grass!"
Amosi quickly stretched out his hand and pushed Iwekan to the ground. Iwekan shook for a long time before he calmed down. His eyes widened and he looked at the burning camp with deep fear on his face.
"Ancestor! Amosi, how long has this fight been going on? Is this the end of the Red Rat Tribe of two thousand people?"
"Iwekan, your eyes have always been better than mine, don't you know how to see for yourself?"
Amosi was also shocked. He replied angrily.
"Half of the Red Rat Tribe went to see their ancestors, and half of them were captured and taken prisoner. Those who are finished cannot be finished anymore!"
"Ah, Amosi, the Red Rat tribe is finished! Why don't they escape?"
"Escape? When we just got over the cold wave, ordinary tribes were eating people, so where would there be food to escape? Do you think they are all like your Red Fox tribe? There were many red-haired warriors, and they robbed a lot of food. The leader
And treacherous!”
"Oh! Chief Otuwa is indeed very smart. He robs all the way and never loses in a battle!"
Hearing this comment, Iwekan was a little proud. He nodded in agreement and spoke in a low voice.
"Amosi, you've seen everything you need to see. Let's go back to the tribe quickly and report the information to the leaders! The Cactus tribe is so capable of fighting, so we need to let the leaders think carefully about what to do."
"Okay! We really can't stay in the south any longer, let's leave now!"
In the grass, two red-haired warriors hunched over, took one last look at the black smoke on the hill, and then left quietly along the back of the ridge. In the sky, several black American vultures smelled the smell of blood.
Come. They circle up and down, making croaking calls, looking forward to a more sumptuous meal.
