"Boom...kill!..."
The violent explosion sounded like thunder, echoing repeatedly in the narrow valley. Soon, the thunder weakened, but the boiling sound of fighting was deafening. Countless shouts and howls mixed together and rushed into the sky. Above the valley, the circling American vultures were frightened and flapped their wings to fly high into the sky. In its sight, small dark green dots rushed up the slope like a pack of wolves, gradually submerging the smoking camp.
"Haha! To kill the Otomi Dog and defeat the Cactus Tribe, we still have to look at my Red Frog Tribe who is good at fighting!..."
More than two miles away, Chief Koka of the Red Frog was laughing while holding the head of the noble Iko. In front of him, the attacking Parmus warriors were first shot by a hail of arrows, and then attacked from all sides. At this time, they all fell to the ground.
The large group of canine warriors looked greedy and groped carefully on the corpses of the warriors. They took off their damaged, blood-stained cotton armor and couldn't wait to put it on themselves. The pragmatic wasteland canines understand the simple truth that in brutal battles, equipment is life. Suddenly, rolling thunder suddenly exploded from the front of the valley, and all the canine descendants turned pale and looked horrified at each other. Some people even felt helpless and fell to the ground.
"...Huh?! What's going on?"
Cocker's laughter was interrupted momentarily. He turned to the east and saw thick smoke rising from the front camp, and he suddenly looked surprised. Chief Red Frog watched for a moment and then gave instructions to the red-haired bodyguard beside him.
"Take two people with you and let me go to the front camp to investigate! Tell Mizli that I have solved the problem. Well, ask him again if he wants support?"
The red-haired bodyguard left immediately. He passed through the narrow valley and ran for a moment before arriving at the front village two miles away.
At this time, the front village was already full of fierce fighting. Hundreds of vanguard barbarians rushed up the slope, crossed the village wall, and fought against the chaotic dog warriors. One of the vanguard barbarians thrust out a bronze spear and stabbed the canine in front of him to death. The young canine warrior next to him shouted randomly, but he had not yet recovered from the shock of the explosion. The vanguard barbarian soldier grinned widely, pulled out the blood-stained copper spear, and pounced on the young canine again. The young dog-born swung the stone spear in fear, but after resisting for a few times, he felt a sudden pain in his waist and abdomen, and was pierced by the copper spear.
Soon, the dark green figure stood firm in the camp. A large group of vanguard barbarians rushed towards them, and the red-haired hunters had no choice but to throw away their hunting bows and wave their captured war clubs to attack. The red-haired men had fierce eyes, precise and agile movements, and roared beastly roars from time to time. They were much tougher than ordinary tribal warriors. However, they suffered heavy casualties in the two rounds of explosions. At this time, they were no longer able to form a front and fell into a bitter battle. The camp also lost shooting support.
The two vanguards cooperated with each other, thrust out copper spears one after another, and approached a red-haired man. The red-haired man quickly retreated, holding the battle stick in both hands, and kept swinging it fiercely, hitting the shields of the two people, making a "bang bang" sound. However, the camp was narrow, and in just a moment, Hongfa was blocked by the wall, unable to retreat. The two vanguards roared at the same time and thrust their spears forward. The red-haired man blocked a bronze spear with difficulty, then felt a pain in his leg, and immediately became unsteady on his feet. The two bronze spears quickly retracted and thrust out again, piercing deeply into the softness. The screams immediately became shrill and shrill, and then stopped abruptly.
Hundreds of vanguard barbarians charged forward like a tide, squeezing the defenders back. A large group of temple crossbowmen followed closely behind the melee warriors, constantly blowing shrill death whistles to intimidate the chaotic canine warriors.
An old temple crossbowman wielded a sharp war club, showing superb martial arts. He stepped forward diagonally, and with just one precise horizontal slash, he cut the chest and neck of a dog-born, easily killing the enemy who slipped through the net. Then, he moved his eyes forward, held the stick in both hands, and was about to kill a red-haired warrior not far away. However, a crossbow bolt made a "shoo" sound, one step ahead of him, and shot into the damaged gray-blue cotton armor, pinning the red-haired warrior to the ground.
The older crossbowman looked back and glared, then strode forward and slashed with his stick! The sharp blade scratched the neck, bright red splashed out, and a red-haired head rolled to the ground, and was immediately picked up and thrown back.
"Take it! Tie it around your waist, your battle exploits!"
Temple Crossbowmen are drawn from the Temple Guard. They have been fighting for many years and have excellent combat skills, even braver than the vanguard barbarians. Under the cover of the melee warriors, many crossbowmen came close to shoot. The crossbow arrows smashed through the wooden shield, and the canine warriors behind the camp were unable to lift their heads.
Less than two moments into the fierce fighting, the canine descendants had completely lost the advantage of the terrain and camp. The red-haired hunters were killed one after another, and the Mexican Legion's attack became more unstoppable! Within a moment, a group of vanguard barbarians broke through the resistance of the canine people and arrived at the center of the camp. They fanatically shouted the name of the God of War and broke the red crow's flag!
The inherited flag fell into the soil and was trampled on by straw sandals, dyeing it even brighter red. Seeing this scene, the ordinary canine warriors completely lost their morale and quickly fled to the rear. It is easiest to kill defeated troops, but the camp is narrow and difficult to navigate. The vanguard barbarians thrust out their bronze spears feverishly and showed no mercy. The canine descendants were like harvested corn, falling to the ground in rows. Corpses were lying on top of each other, blood was flowing, and the center of the camp was covered in a moment.
Looking at the battle situation in front of him, Mizli's eyes were splitting with anger and his heart was bleeding. Nearly half of the soldiers of the Red Cat Tribe have been lost! He yelled angrily at Cocker's bodyguards.
"Support? It's too late now! The Aztecs have evil magic! The front camp can't hold on! Go back quickly and let Coca open the camp door. I'll gather the soldiers from the back camp and we'll be there in a moment!"
The red-haired guard suddenly changed color. He bowed his head briefly and saluted, and quickly ran out of the back gate of the camp with his two followers to report to the back camp. Mizri threw away his conspicuous wolf robe and tried to gather the remaining warriors. He did some counting and only got the number five hundred, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
However, the fanatical shouts of the Cactus Warriors were close at hand. The vanguard barbarians crossed the center of the camp, and the crossbow bolts shot out quickly, nailing the shields of the guards, and even came out through the shields. The fleeing tribal warriors crowded behind the camp and were fleeing!
Chief Red Cat looked ahead reluctantly. Hundreds of red-haired warriors were still resisting, but they couldn't retreat at all. He finally gritted his teeth and growled ferociously.
"let's go!"
Dozens of the chief's personal guards waved war clubs and knocked down the defeated soldiers blocking the rear. Then, five hundred canine remnants escorted the chief and quickly retreated to the rear camp.
"The chief escaped!"
Desperate cries echoed through the camp. The canine descendants turned their heads and looked away, instantly losing all fighting spirit. Under the command of the battalion commander, the fastest vanguard barbarians rushed over and blocked the retreat. A large number of canine warriors knelt down and surrendered, including hundreds of elite red-haired men.
The vanguard barbarian soldiers were already red-eyed. Facing the surrendering enemies, they continued to assassinate them ferociously. Soon, nearly two to three hundred more soldiers were killed. It wasn't until Captain Black Wolf's order arrived again that the killings in the camp gradually stopped.
"The vanguard army will be rewarded for its meritorious service in defeating the enemy! Throw three hundred vanguards and continue to chase and defeat the enemy until the enemy's rear camp! The remaining vanguards rest for a quarter of an hour before escorting the prisoners back. The temple crossbowmen rest on the spot and wait for the follow-up Reinforcements, defeat the valley mouth in one fell swoop!”
"Ho! Praise the Lord God!"
Upon hearing the latest military order, the pioneers raised their heads and shouted, roaring in victory, praising the glory of the Lord God. In the sky, the American vulture circled closer again, savoring the scent of blood.
"Quack!"
The cry from the sky sounded like the praise of death.
