The summer is hot, and the wind carries moist water vapor. There are clouds gathering in the eastern sky, like a sign of rain. On both sides of the Adobe River, green weeds and shrubs are lush. A tribal army of thousands of people is walking along the river.
On the west bank, march quickly to the upper reaches of the south.
It is said to be an army, but judging from the state of the march, it is clearly divided into two teams, front and rear. Among the two thousand people in the front, there are some leaders with pointed hats, who are the main force of the Eastern Cone House City.
The two thousand people at the back, who use the bird feathers on their hats to show their dignity, are from the southwest of Hatori Castle.
The two tribal armies went south at the same time to support Hewan Village, but their motives were different. The Coyote City Department stationed in Hewan Village and the Zhuiwu City Department were geographically close to each other. They both belonged to the East Totonak Alliance Army and were very close.
alliance. Therefore, when the envoys from the Coyote Castle Division arrived at Golden Bay City, the leaders of the Tsuya Castle Division were the first to respond to support. The reason why the Hatori Castle Division followed southward was to protect the river.
Wanzhai, this node connected with Hatori Castle on the upper reaches of the river, prevented the army from being completely cut off from the city.
It had only been a day since the messenger asking for help arrived. As for the Totonak chiefs from other tribes in Golden Bay City, they are still arguing, and they have not come to a conclusion yet.
"These red-haired barbarians are harassing and shooting arrows back and forth, and they run so fast! They are just like biting rabbits!"
The chief of Hatori Castle, Mazatel, puffed out his chest and stared angrily at the jungle to the west of the team.
A group of dozens of red-haired hunters, wearing leather armor and holding big bows, were shooting arrows from a distance of one to two hundred paces. From time to time, marching tribal warriors would be captured.
He was wounded by cold arrows fired from a distance. These hunters were well-equipped, elite, and fast. Mazatel had previously sent dozens of tribal warriors to chase them into the jungle, but in the end they were defeated and escaped.
"Damn the Mexicans! They actually equipped these barbarians who can run with strong leather armor, large bows that can shoot far, and sharp copper axes! Damn it, damn it!"
Chief Mazatel cursed a few times and felt angry. He looked around at the tribal forces under his command. Among the more than two thousand people, more than a thousand were tribal militiamen with bare upper bodies and carrying stone spears, and seven to eight hundred were wearing combat uniforms.
, there are only one or two hundred tribal warriors carrying stone axes and javelins, who are the warriors wearing leather armor and carrying obsidian war clubs. The equipment gap between the two sides is obvious, and the level of bravery is also different. Then send out a small team of warriors
, to drive and chase, is to deliver food to the "rabbit" on the opposite side.
"Damn it, all the tribal warriors, follow me! Chase, catch up with them!"
After being harassed a few more times, Mazatel couldn't stand it any longer. He estimated that the barbarians on the opposite side had exhausted a lot of their physical strength. As long as a large group of warriors surrounded them and chased them, they would definitely not be able to escape! And once he caught up with the enemy,
Fight with more and less, and you can seize the leather armor and weapons
"Blessed by Quetzalcoatl! Follow me, kill, kill them all!"
Mazatl raised his spear and led hundreds of warriors, chasing the red-haired barbarian into the forest. The footsteps of both sides came one after another, trampling the shrubs and weeds under their feet. Then, the footsteps of the front and back gradually
Get close, and after a quarter of an hour, they will even be in the same place.
"Haha! I caught you!"
Mazatel shouted loudly, threw the spear in his hand, and shot it more than ten steps away, right into the chest of a red-haired hunter. The spear penetrated the leather armor, and blood spurted out wantonly, and the red-haired hunter
His face showed surprise and disbelief. He tried his best to turn his head and looked deep into the forest, then smiled strangely and fell down softly.
"Haha! I caught you!"
Deep in the forest, the black wolf Toltec narrowed his eyes and drew his big bow silently. His eyes paused for a moment on the fallen red-haired hunter, and then focused on the feather crown of Chief Mazatel. From the other man's clothing decoration
From the looks of it, this is obviously a noble tribal leader, maybe even the chief leading the team.
"The Lord God bless you! Hit!"
"Whoosh!"
The bronze feather arrows flew away, like lightning in the rainy season, and like hummingbirds in the forest. The sound of breaking through the air came from far away, and Chief Mazatel turned his head when he heard the sound, with the same surprise and disbelief on his face. Then, "
With a "puff" sound, the sharp arrow accurately hit his neck, taking away his strong vitality.
"Feathered Serpent God bless. This is despicable"
Chief Mazatel fell down in the weeds before he finished speaking. He heard the exclamations of the tribal warriors beside him, and also heard more sharp arrows coming through the air. Then, the screams of the warriors suddenly came.
More footsteps were approaching quickly. At the last moment of his life, he only saw a leather combat boot coming with blood stains, and a copper ax dripping with blood could not wait to aim at his chest.
neck.
"Crack!"
"The Lord God bless you! Kill the enemy!"
The black wolf straightened up, held up Mazatel's head, and shouted loudly. Upon seeing the chief's head, several groups of Hatori warriors who were still resisting instantly lost their will to fight and joined the fleeing crowd.
.Thousands of red-haired warriors poured out from the depths of the jungle, stabbing spears and swinging axes, chasing the fleeing enemies wantonly.
The warriors of the Hatori tribe panicked, and dozens or hundreds of them were cut down to the ground by the pursuers. Soon, they dispersed, like a flock of birds, and fled each other. A small number of warriors fled to the river bank, trying to find
Under the protection of Tsuya Castle, more samurai hurriedly fled to the jungle in the southwest. In the absence of food, they had to cross a hundred and fifty miles of jungle to escape back to their hometown of Hatori Castle in the southwest.
"Praise the Lord God! The main force of the legion, let me chase the defeated army that fled to the east! First defeat the remaining one thousand militiamen, and then drive the defeated soldiers to the enemies in the front line and break up their formation!"
Black Wolf shouted loudly, and the guards beside him also issued orders. Soon, the two thousand elites who were pursuing them were divided into two teams. Most of the main forces took advantage of the victory and rushed out of the jungle, defeating the remaining members of Hatori Castle in a matter of seconds.
The militiamen. Then, the chaotic and defeated army was like a tide. Hundreds of people jumped into the river in despair. More people panicked and fled to the front, attacking the two thousand military formations at the center of Zhuowu City.
"Damn it! Mazatel deserves to be chopped to death by the God of Thunder! What kind of battle is this stupid bird fighting? In just two or three moments, the whole army was defeated?!"
In the military formation, the chief of Zhuowu City, Yorjin, was dumbfounded as he watched hundreds of defeated soldiers rushing towards them like a herd of deer. The two hundred soldiers who came forward to block him were overtaken by the rebels in just a moment.
Thousands of red-haired barbarians in armor chased the defeated troops, holding copper axes, and came from the northwest to kill them!
"Blessed by Quetzalcoatl! Blessed by the Sun God! Don't panic, don't be afraid! We all line up against the river and let the broken troops escape quickly! Get ready to fight. There are not many enemies, so we still have a chance!"
Chief Yorzin's voice was hoarse and he shouted wildly. More than a thousand tribal soldiers followed his instructions and moved with difficulty. However, just as everyone approached the river and reluctantly formed an array, a desperate cry rang out from the mouths of the scouts in the front team.
.
"Ah! Gods! There are enemies in the south. There are enemies in the south too!"
When Chief Yorzin heard the news, his face suddenly turned pale and full of despair.
"It's over! It's really over now!"
On the banks of the river in the south, thousands of Mexica warriors gradually emerged. Under the leadership of battalion commander Tupa, they swooped in like a pack of hunting wolves.
