The setting sun shone down on the valley, which was filled with bright red. The bone trumpets were blowing loudly, the war drums were resounding, and the bloody killing was still going on. The battle gradually reached a climax as life passed by.
The vanguard barbarians assassinated the enemy feverishly, without caring about their own life or death. The four hundred canine soldiers only resisted for a moment and were killed by the barbarians. Under the close fire of the hunters, the large group of barbarians were also shot.
Kill. The corpses filled the slopes, even directly stacking up to the height of the village wall. The barbarians who followed directly stepped on the corpses and charged, fighting with the new group of canine descendants!
The black wolf had a sullen face and frowned, shooting arrow after arrow to kill the enemies on the wall.
The battle in the rear camp has exceeded his expectations and turned into a brutal war of attrition. The vanguard barbarians have successively suffered casualties in four squadrons. Counting the first squadron, almost half of them were lost. The armored guards
More than ten people were killed, all shot in the throat by an arrow. Then the crossbowmen in the rear formation were charged once, and they also suffered 20 or 30 casualties. In total, more than 500 imperial guards were lost! This number,
How should he explain to His Highness? Only a more complete victory!
Dozens of steps away, looking at the heavy casualties, Coca's heart felt like a knife. The Aztecs had a long-range advantage, and their attack was as fierce as a storm. During these two hours of fighting, the canine descendants could only use
Human life comes to fill it.
The men recruited from various ministries were used as human shields, and 1,500 people were killed one after another. The ordinary soldiers of the Red Frog tribe suffered more than 500 casualties, and even the red-haired people suffered 100 casualties. In total, there were more than 2,000 casualties, including six
More than a hundred people are the headquarters of the Red Frog. How many Aztecs have died? Seeing that the four hundred people who left the camp are in a hard fight again, I don’t know how long they can hold on. Once the other side’s warriors rush into the camp and lose long-range support, the rear camp will
But I can’t hold on anymore!
Koka gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and shouted to the red-haired guard.
"Miwa, we are almost running out of recruits! Take 400 people from the tribal warriors in the back camp and form a team, ready to attack at any time!"
"Ah?! Chief, I can't listen to you! Our Red Frog tribe only has two thousand warriors in total! A quarter of them have been killed now, and half of them are holding on here. How can we overwhelm the last tribe?"
"Huh? What do you think we should do?! Behind us is the valley. There is no way to retreat, and the soldiers can't retreat. Once we can't hold on to the wall, and the cactus warriors rush in, the camp will be over, and so will the valley!"
"Chief, in order to surround and kill the Otomi native dogs, the Red Fox tribe came with more than a thousand warriors! They found a high ground behind the camp to watch the battle. These are the elites of the Red Fox! No matter what, the Red Fox tribe must be defeated
Pull down the water!"
"Oh! Red Fox Tribe..."
Koka's eyes widened and he pulled his red hair in annoyance. Then, he gritted his teeth and said.
"Tell the red-haired captain at the head of the Red Fox Tribe! The Cactus Tribe's offensive is fierce, and the Red Frog Tribe can't hold it anymore. Let him bring people to support immediately! If there are no reinforcements for two-quarters of an hour, the Red Frog Tribe will have no choice but to attack the Cactus Tribe.
surrender!"
"Ah? Chief, how can we surrender to the Cactus tribe after a fight like this? Everyone on the other side is dying!"
The red-haired guard shook his head repeatedly. Chief Red Frog glared over fiercely.
"That's it! The red-haired captain is not smart and has little experience! He often goes to the meeting hall to report back. I have seen him many times. As long as he bluffs, he will take it seriously!"
"Listen to you, the chief is smart!"
Miwa quickly ran towards the rear camp, with howling arrows flying back and forth above his head, and loud shouts floating far behind him. Soon, Miwa ran out of the camp and headed towards the red fox flag on the hill to the west.
Run. Under the flag, a red fox captain is looking at the battlefield, and next to him is another red-haired scout. Yes, it is Ivican and Amosi.
The red sun sets in the west, revealing a slight purple color, dyeing the sky gorgeously. Under the sky, the boiling fighting seems to be endless. Teams of cactus warriors continue to charge forward, breaking through the obstruction of the canine warriors. The vanguard barbarians are crazy
Fighting fiercely, the armored guards climbed the wall of the village. In just a moment, dozens of vanguards rushed into the camp. The hope of victory was as close as the sunset!
The black wolf Toltec stood like a rock, with dozens of bone arrows stuck in his golden armor. He tried his best to suppress the desire to rush and kill himself, and just shot the enemies on the wall with one arrow. Behind him, the god
The shooting of the temple crossbowmen gradually became sparse, and the crossbow bolts they carried were almost exhausted.
"Okay! Break through the valley mouth now!"
Toltec's arrow was like lightning, killing a red-haired man again. A smile of victory appeared on the corner of his mouth. However, after a moment, the smile of victory quickly solidified and became out of reach.
The flag of the Red Fox was erected in the camp, and hundreds of tribal warriors poured in. The large group of Red Fox warriors waved their war sticks, and the dozens of pioneers who entered the camp were quickly overwhelmed. Then hundreds of Red Fox hunters raised their
Hunting with a bow, he quickly came to the back of the village wall and shot downward again to stabilize the shaky front.
"Phew! The red cat, red frog, and red fox are really three parts in one, supporting each other like a pack of wolves!"
Black Wolf took a long breath. Fighting intent burned in his eyes, and he raised his longbow again.
"Zhongtou!... Roar! Watch me defeat you all!"
Behind the village wall, a newly arrived red-haired warrior was hit by an arrow in the face. He screamed and fell down, seemingly dead. Two steps away, Iwekan quickly knelt down. He touched his cheek,
I wiped away the splattered liquid, feeling terrified.
"Ouch! Who is this? He stands like a target, but his archery skills are so sharp!"
"Ah? He is the chief of a large tribe who controls eight thousand warriors, the commander of the cactus warriors in the middle, and the black wolf who is good at shooting."
Waka looked around and saw that the cactus warriors who had entered the camp were temporarily repelled, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Aw! As a chief, he is actually fighting on the front line!"
Ivican squatted down and shouted in surprise.
"Shoot him!"
"Boohoo!"
The fierce crossbow arrows shot out, instantly killing dozens of Red Fox warriors in the camp. Hearing the familiar screams, Iwekan felt pain in his heart and wailed loudly.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Ouch! After this battle, the chief will have to skin me!"
"Iwekan, that black wolf, is a warrior wearing thick leather!"
Arrows crisscrossed the sky, and the cry of killing shook the sky. Amosi shrank down, observed carefully for a while, and then patted Ivican on the shoulder.
"Don't forget, how to defeat thick skin!"
"Ouch! Amosi, you said, shoot the exposed neck, shoot the calves and feet, and hammer their heads?"
"Yes. But this warrior is very powerful. He has been covering the vital parts of his neck with his arms. He is surrounded by bodyguards covering him. We can only shoot his calf!"
"Ouch! Amosi, are you sure?"
"...I didn't. But Ivican, you should have!"
The two red-haired warriors lowered their bodies, held their bows and arrows, and carefully approached the wall of the village. Not far away, the cactus warriors rushed up again and fought with the warriors of Red Frog and Red Fox. The blood had completely stained the camp.
There is pungent blood everywhere.
"Ouch! Me?"
"Yes. Use the big bow you captured! Let's separate to both sides. I do this... you do this... shoot him like this!"
"Okay! Amosi, you are so smart!"
Low whispers floated on the wall, and were later covered up by fierce shouts of death. Toltec's face was as frosty, his mouth was breathing slightly, and the arrows in his hands were like shooting stars. He stared at the camp in front of him, his eyes as hot as fire.
"Armored Guards, charge again!"
Toltec roared loudly. The surrounding guards bowed their heads, saluted, and rushed toward the slope fiercely.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a bone arrow struck fiercely, hitting Hei Lang's cheek accurately. Hei Lang's pupils shrank and he lowered his head slightly. With a "bang" sound, the bone arrow was blocked by the helmet covering his face and bounced away.
"Ratfish!"
The black wolf glared angrily, and was facing an older red-haired warrior, who was raising a bow to challenge him. The black wolf did not hesitate, turned around, raised his hand and fired an arrow!
"Whoosh, ah!..."
The black wolf Toltekli shot out his arrow, but before he could see the result clearly, he heard the fierce sound of wind. He subconsciously ducked to avoid it, but suddenly felt a pain in his leg! The black wolf looked down, but saw that his left leg had already
He was shot through by a copper arrow. The power of this copper arrow was so great that it directly broke through the cotton armor on his legs and penetrated deeply into the flesh. It was completely unlike the short bow of the Guakili people!
"Whizzing!"
On the camp, two sharp arrows roared towards Toltec's cheeks and calves again. The black wolf tried his best to avoid it, but his right leg was in pain again! Both legs were injured, and he could no longer stand firm, leaning forward.
He fell to the ground. Soon, beads of sweat began to appear on Hei Lang's head. He tried hard to stand up, but couldn't find the strength to do so.
"Captain!"
More than a dozen personal guards rushed over anxiously, covering Toltec under them.
"Leader Black Wolf!"
On the watchtower of the front camp, Mesper saw the black wolf fall, and his expression suddenly changed. If His Highness's love will be lost here, what will happen to him... Thinking of this, Mesper immediately took out the conch and pressed it hard to his mouth.
Blow.
"Woooo! The whole army retreats!..."
"Woooo! The whole army retreats!"
The shrill conch horn echoed in the valley, and the boiling battlefield suddenly stopped for an instant. The pioneer warriors turned around and looked in disbelief, only to see the disappearing figure of the regiment leader and the retreating flag of General Mesper.
"Don't...continue!..."
Hei Lang gritted his teeth and shouted despite the pain, but his words were unclear. The guards paused, but still protected the regiment leader, pulled out the commander's flag, and retreated to the forward camp together.
"Boohoo!"
The temple crossbowmen fired the last crossbow bolt, struggling to suppress the city, and covering the vanguard battalion as they retreated down the slope. The slope was covered with corpses and blood, extending all the way to the crossbowmen. Tick-tock, ding-dong... sticky red
They gather quietly in the valley, forming a small mooring that does not reach the top of the feet.
After a while, the two armies broke away from contact and drifted away. The brutal fighting finally stopped completely, and everyone was exhausted. The evening wind blew, and the broken red frog flag fluttered on the wall of the camp. The camp was filled with corpses, and there was a
Motionless, like a corpse defender.
In the sky, the purple setting sun spreads its final brightness and warmth, and then slowly sinks into the mountain ridges. The shadows of the mountains spread like thick ink, gradually submerging the entire valley. In the intersection of purple light and darkness, a large group of American hawks
They fluttered down. They made a shrill croak and used their sharp beaks to tear off the softness of death from the warm remains. This was a delicious meal that had been waiting for a long time.
As the setting sun faded, darkness flooded the two camps. The camps were like injured beasts, crouching in the shadow of the night, silently licking their wounds. After a while, little bonfires were lit in the camp. Little by little fires, facing each other from a distance.
, just like the slightly closed eyes of a beast, sleeping peacefully in a peaceful night.
