Moheku, who rushed out to kill people, ran back toward the camp with a big ax that was half as tall as him. The chain armor on his body had been stained bright red by the enemy's blood, and his face and ax were stained with blood. It looked like he had killed many Aztlans.
"A lot of people suddenly appeared on the left! They were like moles emerging from a hole in the ground. I can't finish them all by myself!"
Although he received such a surprise attack, he did not seem very panic - so far they have not encountered Aztlan's regular army. Judging from the conflicts before the war, the equipment of the soldiers of Aztlan and the Pirate Kingdom The gap is huge, so he still has some confidence.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the flames in the camp. The archers who were shooting rockets into the camp saw him and sent a part of their troops to move towards him. The ambush soldiers described by Moheku also caught up, running very fast and already behind him, surrounding him on all sides.
"It will really surprise me."
Moheku spat on the ground, and when he swung the ax again, the iron ax blade was already filled with sizzling electric sparks.
"Come here if you can!" He shouted at the surrounding Aztlan soldiers, "Let's see whether you send me to the Hall of Valor or I send you to Damictlan!"
Damictlan is the Aztlan people's legendary hell. Mohecu had heard of these things during the many conflicts between the Pirate Kingdom and Aztlan before the war.
He swung the big ax around his body like a windmill, and the sizzling electric flowers formed chains of lightning as they rotated. Before the ax blade even touched, these lightning bolts flew out, causing bursts of small explosions in the crowd. All the Aztlans hit by lightning fell to the ground after convulsing all over their bodies and lost the ability to move. But Mohecu had no time to cut off their ears to claim credit. He kept spinning his ax, killing the Aztlans who surrounded him. But the more he killed, the more Aztlans around him. . Most of the Aztlans in front were bare-chested and only carried a spear, while the Aztlans who followed were equipped with cotton armor, cotton armor and wooden shields. There were even a few holding high-height door panels. Moheku's lightning struck these pieces of wood and could only burn out a large scorch mark.
In desperation, Mohecu shouted loudly, threw all the lightning forward, and using the path created by the Aztec's dodge, he grabbed the ax and ran towards the camp!
Since this was a camp where Ella expected to be discovered by the enemy, and the preparations would take time to complete, although the fire started, it was not very rapid at the moment. Bea Ivi was leading his troops to put out the fire while facing the enemies pouring into the camp.
As soon as Mohecu saw this scene, he became angry: "What kind of fire are you putting out! This is not our camp! Rush out and cut down all these Aztlan people, and the fire will be extinguished!"
"It makes sense...Hiccup, it makes sense!"
"Don't make sense! I saw from outside that there were at least five or six thousand Aztlan soldiers ambushing us, ten times as many as us!"
"That would be interesting..."
Bea Ivi nodded drunkenly. The moment he raised his head, his drunken eyes became extremely sharp, like an awakened plump brown bear.
"Brothers, stop putting out the fire and focus on killing people!"
The Aztlan soldiers chased Mohecu into the camp, and Bea'ivi kicked a barrel that was half waist high beside him without even looking. The barrel flew out with astonishing momentum, and after hitting the Aztlan soldier rushing at the front, he and the three people behind him were pushed out of the camp.
"Botulf just said he wanted to find something valuable before retreating." He pointed his hand towards the inside of the camp, "I'm blocking this place, you pull him back!"
Before he finished speaking, he rushed towards the Aztlan soldiers pouring into the camp. He grabbed a spear that was thrust forward with one hand, stepped forward and collapsed with force, and immediately pushed him back with the spear. His belly was round, but he charged like a mad bull. He pushed a dozen Aztlan soldiers to the ground, but his collision did not slow down at all. The subsequent pirates followed the mad bull to the entrance of the camp and ran into the elite warriors holding shields.
Bea Ivi shouted loudly, and swiped the iron sword in his right hand, splitting the small wooden shield in half, and also cut off the maquawit that was handed over. He threw away the iron sword that had been curled by the sweep, grabbed the arm of the Aztlan soldier who had lost his weapon, used him as a weapon and swung him left and right, and then threw him towards the Aztlan soldiers behind him. !
"The sword is not enough!" he shouted, "give me a hammer!"
One of the pirates threw the mace to Bea Ivi. He suddenly became proud and rushed towards the crowd again!
He fought his way out and controlled the entrance to the camp. However, the more he killed, the more enemies came to him. As time went on, the fire in the camp grew bigger and bigger.
The black smoke was like a curtain blowing in the wind over the camp, like the flag of death, making the pirates feel more and more fearful.
"It's too hot! It's too hot!" Bottulf complained as he jogged, "I can't stay here any longer!"
"You're not wasting your time in there!" Moheku cursed and followed behind, "The time I spend looking for you is enough for me to cut off a hundred ears!"
"Why are you so anxious? Although you were ambushed, the Aztlan savages on the opposite side are not really victors. It would have been fine if you didn't insist on attacking at that time. Now that they have attacked, you have to bring something valuable back. ?”
However, when he saw the dark Aztlan soldiers outside the camp, Botulf was stunned:
"How come there are so many people ambushed? Are you stabbing the Aztlan people in the nest?"
"As you can see, now is not the time to kill people, nor is it the time to steal things!"
Bea Ivi, who was already feeling a little strenuous, turned around and shouted:
"After one person breaks it off, the other one and I will go to the shore to prepare the boat!"
Botulf took a deep breath and blew out two puffs of black air from his nose.
"Leave it to me. The opponent is not the Triumphant, and I am not Sigurd!"
The two streams of black gas spurted from his nose converged and wrapped around him.
——"What are they doing? What are these pirates doing? Who are Hestein's men???"
From a tree on a high ground in the distance, Ella's almost collapsed voice sounded:
"The ambush is at the second camp. It took a long time to get here, and I don't think the fire is big? Why haven't they withdrawn yet!!! And they are still withdrawing to the river! We've almost burned all the boats on the river, haven't they noticed yet? Fortunately, I've predicted their land retreat path, and I'm waiting here to let them go!"
"The military level of this group of pirates is like this." Dast muttered from the side, King of Sweden, have you forgotten? You also said before that you broke the fleet into pieces and sneaked across the Black Sea Strait and asked them to gather in the island republic. As a result, one of them has not returned yet. "
(End of chapter)
