"Boom, boom, boom!"
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 armor and yellow rattan hats. They held long bamboo bows, a bag of cheap reed bone arrows hanging on their waists, 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 maintain light mobility.
Looking at the approaching group of archers, the canine people shouted nervously. The hunters raised their hunting bows one after another, relying on the terrain of the hill, and shot hard outside the camp. It's just that the hunting bow was short, and the flying bone arrows were shot dozens of steps away before they ran out of power and pierced the archers' paper armor without causing any damage.
"Bit, beep!..."
Accompanied by two short flutes, the longbow militiamen stopped and immediately drew their bows and nocked arrows. This place is about sixty steps away from the camp. It is difficult for the canine's hunting bow to damage the paper armor of the archers, but the archers' long 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 crossed a short half arc and stuck diagonally on the wooden fence. The canine people burst into 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 rising birds, and shot into the dog-born camp with the roar of death! Hundreds of dog-born people were injured on the spot and fell to the ground, screaming in agony and dripping with blood. The red rat 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 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!"
After five rounds of whistling arrows, there were hundreds of unlucky canine descendants on the ground. Toltec looked at the chaotic tribal camp that was out of command and curled his lips in disdain. He pointed the flag forward again, and the sound was like thunder.
"Vanguard Throw, Charge!"
"Roar! The Lord God protects you! Kill!"
Two thousand Tekos barbarians shouted excitedly and rushed forward with a low roar.
As royal guards, these barbarian mercenaries were selected from prisoners of war and surrendered tribes during the Western Expeditions. They have always been agile and sturdy, and are good at throwing in close combat. After converting to the Lord God, they regard life and death as nothing. They are also the best melee vanguards, capable of throwing dangerous caltrops during siege battles. Of course, attacking such a small tribal camp does not require consuming explosive weapons that were transported with great 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 were within twenty steps of the camp in a matter of seconds. Hiding tribal hunters began to emerge, shooting sparse arrows. The pioneers ran faster and raised their arms, responding with precise javelins.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
At a distance of ten steps, the power of the javelin is so great! The thrown javelin passed directly through the gap in the fence, pierced the chest and abdomen of the hunters who were struggling to resist, and nailed them to the ground, letting out a miserable howl that was not like a human voice!
Soon, the sound of "dong dong" logging sounded violently. The leading pioneer warrior took out a copper ax and slashed at the fence and camp gate. The barbarian soldiers behind threw out ropes, tied the broken camp gate, and then pulled it all together.
"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 off in the middle, falling to the ground and trampled under the feet of the warriors. The sacred totem dropped and can 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 charged into the camp ferociously. They thrust out their bronze spears and used their full strength without mercy to kill any figure who was still resisting. They quickly fought their way from the gate of the camp to 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, covered the bloody hole in his chest, and fell down slumped.
"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 at the mercy of 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 Hei Lang summoned a personal guard and gave some instructions. The personal guard nodded and came forward with a large group of warriors and accompanying war priests.
After a while, the killings in the camp stopped completely. The barbarian vanguards 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 dog descendants, and then 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 dog tribe has nearly 2,000 people, it is extremely poor. There were not even mice in the large storage tent, only a few dozen bags of grain, barely enough for two thousand people to survive until the autumn harvest. Then there are tree 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 was the innermost bundles of furs, ranging from rat skins to bear skins.
"These poor dog-borns!... After a fight, they can't even recoup the cost of the arrows."
Looking at the harvest of the search, Toltec shook his head. He waved his hand coldly, and the barbarian soldiers ignored the low wails on the ground, waved their torches, and lit longhouses, huts, and tents on fire.
Soon, the camp on the hill turned into a sea of flames. Black smoke rose violently, obliterating all traces. The wailing gradually stopped, and even the wind quieted down, leaving only the fields under the hills, still pregnant with the 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 wounded dozens more. It completely destroyed the Canine Camp of 2,000 people and captured a thousand prisoners.
Black Wolf glanced at the captured prisoners. They were all young and strong men and women of dog origin. The Mexican warriors had neatly strung them together with tough hemp ropes. They had done this kind of capture work 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 they can finally 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! Send all these Dingzhuang captives 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 young Dingzhuang 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 have poor discipline 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 entire 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! Iweikan, 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 shivered for a long time before he calmed down. He stared at the burning camp with wide eyes, showing deep fear.
"Ancestor! Amosi, how long have we been fighting for? 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, that's it for the Red Rat Tribe! 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 are many red-haired warriors, and they robbed a lot of food. The leader And treacherous!”
"Ouch! Chief Otua really listens to the wise, he robs all the way, and he never loses in a battle!"
Hearing this comment, Ivican 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 and report the information to the leaders! The Cactus tribe is so capable of fighting, so the leaders must make a careful calculation on 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 came smelling the smell of blood. They circled up and down, making croaking calls, looking forward to a more sumptuous meal.
