The morning sun rises from the sky, illuminating the narrow valley and dispersing the tranquility of the night. Fierce war drums resounded all over the sky, and carrion-eating vultures came upon hearing the sound. This was a sign before the feast began.
"Dong dong dong!"
The crossbowmen of the Thousand Temples wear cotton armor, hold heavy crossbows, and carry obsidian war clubs on their backs. These temple crossbowmen belong to the Praetorian Guard Legion and are selected from the temple guard. They are generally strong and skilled in martial arts, capable of both near and far. The crossbowmen quickly entered the valley road and soon reached a hundred steps in front of the camp, ready to shoot.
"Ah!...Ah!..."
The leading dozen or so temple warriors took out skull-like death whistles, put them to their mouths and blew them hard. A death-like scream suddenly sounded in front of the Taniguchi camp, and spread far away in the wind. The number of canine warriors guarding the camp has increased to two thousand. Hearing this terrifying whistle for the first time, many soldiers were shocked and fearful.
"Boohoo!"
The sharp crossbow arrows struck amidst the whistle, bringing a real death scream! More than a dozen tribal warriors were pierced by crossbow bolts and nailed to the soil or wooden walls. However, they could not die immediately. They could only bleed and howl in despair.
"Boohoo!"
The second round of crossbow bolts arrived in an instant and nailed the wooden stockade of the front camp, making a "duh" sound. Hundreds of red-haired warriors gritted their teeth, lowered their bodies, clenched the bows and arrows in their hands, and tried their best to endure the rain of arrows. At this distance, the hunting bows commonly used by the Guakili canine descendants could not harm the crossbowmen wearing cotton armor at all.
"Boohoo!"
The third round of arrow rain extended slightly to the rear, killing more than ten soldiers. The impulsive canines ran away and shouted angrily. There was some commotion in the camp.
A red-haired captain hunched over and looked at the situation in the camp with a worried look on his face. He immediately stood up and hurried towards the red cat flag in the center.
"Chief, the range of the cactus tribe's horizontal bow is too far, we can't shoot them at all! The morale of the soldiers has been destroyed by such a one-sided beating! Chief, let me bring five hundred warriors and shoot at their archers! "
The red-haired captain shouted loudly, his beast-like eyes eager to fight.
Mizley held up his shield and stood under the red cat's flag. The main warriors in the tribe are stationed here, so he naturally has to take command in person. The red cat chief first looked at the sticks of the crossbowmen, and then at the vanguard barbarians following closely behind. He thought for a while and gritted his teeth.
"Go ahead! Move half of the tribal warriors back into the camp to avoid the rain of arrows, and wait for the enemy to rush up before attacking!"
Soon, the chief sent an envoy and ordered the defense to be reduced. Half of the tribal warriors shouted and retreated to the rear in confusion. Only the elite red-haired warriors still held hunting bows and were always waiting for shooting near the wall.
"Boohoo!"
Seeing the movement of enemy troops, the crossbowman battalion commander waved a small flag. The temple crossbowmen moved forward twenty steps, and the fourth round of crossbow bolts shot directly at the flag in the center of the camp.
The whistling rain of arrows is coming, bringing the wind of death! Several of the chief's personal guards screamed and fell to the ground, bleeding bright red. The shield in Mizli's hand was continuously impacted. He arched his waist and quickly retreated due to the force of the impact, breaking into a cold sweat.
"Damn it! The Aztec's horizontal bow is so powerful!"
Mizli wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked at the tribe's flag and saw that many arrow holes had been shot into it. He looked at the dead and injured guards again, and anger rose in his chest.
"I'm going to send out warriors to tear these crossbowmen into pieces! Someone..."
"Praise be to the Lord God Huitzilopochtli! He gives us the power to destroy! We will spread His glory!"
A burst of fanatical shouting suddenly came like thunder, echoing in the narrow valley, like the chorus of a herd of beasts. Mizli was startled for a moment, then walked away after hearing the sound.
I saw hundreds of cotton-armored barbarians standing scattered in several rows, with wooden boxes placed nearby, and dozens of leaders holding torches. They first raised their hands and prayed to the sky. Then, hundreds of barbarians in the front row each picked up a pottery ball as big as a human head. The barbarian soldiers paused for a moment in front of the torch, then rushed towards the camp with wild shouts.
"Dedicate yourself to God!"
"Hey, what is this?"
Mizli looked confused and looked at the charging barbarians. Are these just a few people here to die?
"Boohoo!"
Another burst of crossbow bolts roared in, constantly suppressing the red-haired hunter on the low wall of the village. The barbarians approached under the cover of the crossbow arrows, and soon came within forty steps.
"Swish swish!"
The red-haired warriors began to pop up and shoot fiercely at the barbarians. The twenty or so barbarian soldiers at the front fell to the ground instantly, and the smoking ball in their hands rolled down the hillside. But their formation was loose enough and their morale was high enough. The remaining barbarians still charged with the ball in their arms.
"Boohoo!"
The crossbowmen increased their firing rate. The fierce rain of arrows hit the wall of the village! Nearly ten of the red-haired warriors who showed up were hit by arrows and fell to the ground. Mizli felt heartbroken when he saw them.
"Ah, the despicable Aztecs used a small force to trick someone into shooting!"
The crossbow arrows suppressed the city head, and the remaining half of the barbarian soldiers finally rushed up the slope and came to the wall of the village. The low wall was only about half a person high, and behind it were a large group of red-haired hunters shooting. The barbarians roared suddenly and threw divine balls at the defenders.
"Praise the Lord God, the power of God is coming!"
"Um?"
Beside the village wall, the red-haired captain's eyes flashed fiercely. He first raised his hand and shot an arrow, aimed it at the enemy's eyes, and shot a barbarian soldier who was close at hand to death. Then, with a confused look on his face, he looked at the smoking pottery ball at his feet.
"What is this? A clay pot? Is it still smoking?"
The red-haired captain lowered his head and reached out to touch the sharp-angled surface of the pottery ball. Then, he narrowed his eyes and leaned his head towards the smoking mouth...
"boom!"
The pottery caltrop weighing several kilograms suddenly exploded with a loud thunder! The red-haired captain's back bent like a small tree in the wind, and his whole body burst into flames. Countless pottery sharp angles exploded, and the remaining corpses in front of them were shot into a sieve.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Dozens of pottery caltrops exploded one after another, large flames burst out, and billowing smoke rose instantly! More than two hundred canine warriors screamed and fell to the ground, rolling into a ball on the ground. More tribal warriors were shocked by the explosion and fell into chaos. They ran, howling meaninglessly, calling the names of their ancestors and priests.
Mizli's eyes turned red instantly. Within a moment, he saw fifty or sixty elite red-haired warriors killed or wounded in the enemy's horrific attack.
"Evil magic! Evil magic! This is the evil magic of the Aztecs! Guards, rush forward, calm people's hearts, and kill the barbarians who are releasing evil magic!"
Hundreds of the chief's personal guards immediately rushed to the wall with captured war clubs. While they shouted loudly to calm the chaotic warriors, they waved their weapons to surround and kill the remaining barbarians. The first batch of barbarian soldiers crossed the wall, roared and fought with all their strength, disrupting the situation in the camp, but they were destined to die or not.
Thick smoke billowed, shouts of killing continued, and the shooting of both sides was greatly weakened. Outside the camp, under the weak rain of arrows, the second group of hundreds of barbarians quickly rushed up the slope. They shouted the name of the main god wildly, came to the wall of the village, and threw the ball of divine power again.
"The God of War is coming!"
The clay ball rolled and fell into the crowd of canine descendants. This time, most of the canine warriors evaded in panic and collided into a ball. It's just that the camp is small and there are many places where there is no way to avoid it.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The pottery caltrop exploded again, and the gunpowder rose up, igniting the wooden blocks in the camp and igniting the running dogs. The broken pottery fragments flew in all directions, carrying huge kinetic energy like sharp arrows. The potsherds cut through the tribal warriors' clothes, wounded their bodies, and even shot into their heads and necks. The shrill screams were like a heavy rain in the rainy season, splashing everywhere.
"Roar!"
After throwing away the caltrops, the dozens of surviving barbarian soldiers took off the bronze contradiction plaques on their backs, jumped over the wall, and rushed toward the camp in a frenzy. The chaos in the camp spread rapidly, and the hunters' shooting almost stopped completely.
At the mouth of the valley, the black wolf Toltec looked at the vanguard camp rushing towards the camp again, laughing with satisfaction.
"Okay! Very good! Although the sphere of divine power does not distinguish between friend and foe, it is truly extremely powerful, just like the coming of divine power!"
After Hei Lang praised him, he waved the command flag again and shouted angrily.
"The fighters have arrived! Vanguard throwers, temple crossbowmen, all charge in close combat! Capture the camp for me!"
