"Boohoo!..."
The fired crossbow arrows were like flying birds, suppressing the hunters on the wall. Nearly ten dog-born warriors were struck by arrows and fell from a high place, letting out shrill howls. Then, a "bang bang" sound came from the rocks, and the screams stopped.
"Ah, the Mexica's bows and arrows are so powerful when shot upward!..."
Alan lowered his body nervously and hid in the corner between the mountain wall and the village wall. The death crossbow bolt shot over her head and landed in the camp behind her, making a "duh" sound as it hit the wood. From time to time, the wails of the wounded could be heard. She clenched her hunting bow uneasily, and her mouth was very dry. Although she was used to small-scale battles and had hunted down a dozen enemies before, this was her first time participating in a battlefield with tens of thousands of people.
"Alan, it's okay! This position is very good. As long as you hide well, the Mexica's bows and arrows can't shoot. Just wait for their warriors to rush up, and the bows and arrows will stop!"
The young militiaman Chippawa whispered comfort. Alan turned his head and saw Chippawa already lying flexibly behind the wall. He placed the spear horizontally by his feet, pushing a huge round rock in his hand, and peering down from the gap between the wall and the rock. Then he let out a nervous cry.
"They're coming up!"
"Boom! Boom!"
The passionate war drums beat continuously, boosting the spirit of the warriors and giving the order to charge! Two thousand Otopan warriors held their large shields high, lined up in several teams, and charged towards the wall one by one. The hunters on the wall began to fight back, and bone arrows fell like a shower, turning their shields into hedgehogs. Soon, the first group of 500 warriors braved the rain of arrows and rushed within thirty steps. The pioneer warriors shouted and howled as they began to climb the final steep slope.
"Swish swish!"
Thousands of red-haired hunters poked their heads out and continued to shoot arrows ferociously! At this distance, their shooting accuracy was terrifyingly high, and the arrows struck at vital points. The climbing warriors could not cover their bodies with shields, so they were hit by arrows in the head and face, and rolled down the slope with howls. In just two or three rounds of arrows, more than a hundred warriors were killed! And when the vanguard warriors climbed up the steep slope and approached the village wall, heavy stones were thrown down on them, causing severe head injuries and bleeding. After only a moment of brutal upward attack, the first team of warriors began to waver. Some warriors even stopped on the steep slope and raised their wooden shields to defend themselves.
"Supervise the team to step forward, those who retreat will die! Continue to charge and devote yourself to the Lord God!"
Giová, wearing heavy armor and wielding a war stick, stood at the foot of the steep slope in front of the camp. He roared loudly and led his personal guards with longbows to personally supervise the battle.
"Kill the canine and take back our land!"
"Kill the canine! Take back the land!"
The second group of five hundred warriors responded to the call and immediately launched a desperate charge. The bone arrows on the camp fell from high places, becoming more and more fierce. Many red-haired hunters unanimously targeted Giowa, who was supervising the battle, and quickly shot his cloth armor into hedgehog skin.
"Go forward twenty steps and shoot against the wall!"
Barda also got angry. He held up his shield and personally led the crossbowmen forward. The crossbowmen came closer and fired a hail of arrows, killing a dozen red-haired hunters. The hunters fought back fiercely, shooting down several crossbowmen. Immediately, the crossbowmen from both sides began to shoot at each other, and arrows rained alternately in the air. Under the cover of the crossbowmen, the second group of warriors quickly approached the wall, and the third group of warriors also launched a charge.
"Whoosh!"
Alan popped his head up, narrowed his eyes, and shot an arrow quickly. A climbing Otopan warrior covered his cheek, raised his head and rolled down the mountain. He dropped his shield and hit the warrior behind him. The man was stunned and continued to climb!
"Their morale is very high...ah!"
Alan glanced worriedly before falling down behind the wall.
"call out!"
A sharp crossbow arrow grazed her red hair and hit the mountain wall with a powerful "bang" sound. The power of the crossbow bolt was exhausted, and the bullet fell into the camp behind.
"Alan, are you okay?"
Anxious shouts came from the side. Alan turned his head and saw Chippawa lying motionless on the spot, still pushing the huge rock, with only half of his face exposed.
"Chippawa, what are you doing?"
Alan blinked in confusion.
"I was...throwing stones..."
Chippawa answered hesitantly.
"Okay! The Otomi are climbing up! Archery is too dangerous, I'll throw stones with you!"
Alan moved quickly and climbed to the rock in two steps. She squinted her eyes, looked in the direction of the Otomi warriors, and pushed the boulder down without hesitation!
"...Alan!"
"Bang!!... Bang bang!"
A dull crash sounded from under the wall, accompanied by the muffled sound of broken bones. Then, the sound of collisions continued to be heard, as well as the warriors' exclamations. The boulder rolled down the rugged steep slope, getting faster and faster, and with irresistible power, it rushed straight towards Giowa, who was supervising the battle.
"Damn it!"
Giowa was covered with arrows and remained motionless. However, when the boulder hit him, he finally couldn't hold it any longer. The Coyote Prince roared and fell to the side.
"boom!!"
The boulder knocked down a longbow guard, making a tooth-piercing impact, and finally hit the gentle mountain road, sinking deeply into the soil. The bodyguard spewed blood from his mouth, his chest was sunken, and he was dead before his eyes.
Giowa got up from the ground in fear. Then, he became angry and waved his war stick, pointing towards the wall where the boulder had fallen.
"Longbow guards, shoot for me!..."
"Ah, ah!"
Arrows alternately shuttled back and forth, taking away the lives of the archers. The rocks rolled down and knocked down the bodies of the warriors. And the dying howls continued to echo in the mountains, just like the increasingly cruel fighting.
On a steep slope one or two miles wide, the Otopan warriors paid a heavy price and finally reached the wall. With red eyes, they waved their weapons and engaged the thousands of guarding canine descendants!
"kill!"
Several warriors climbed up the low wall near the mountain wall, pressed their backs against each other, and started fighting with the defending tribal warriors. Although this place is remote, Prince Giowa has designated this place to attack. As expected, there are not many enemies defending it.
A brave warrior swung his war stick and killed three dog descendants in succession. Then, a sneak attack of a stone spear came from the side and was blocked by the shield of the companion behind him. The brave warrior tilted his head slightly, swept his war stick, and knocked down the sneak attack warrior.
"Pfft!"
The companion behind him took a step forward, thrust out a bronze spear, and pierced the enemy who fell on the ground. Then the bronze spear was pulled out, and there was blood splashing everywhere.
Chippawa's face was spattered with blood, and he was holding a spear and shaking all over. His steps were frivolous and he retreated unconsciously. This kind of flinching performance in the eyes of the samurai can most inspire the opponent's murderous intention. The brave warrior smiled grimly, waved his war stick, and strode towards him.
"kill!"
The ferocious war stick slashed across, causing a sharp sound of breaking through the air, but it was completely empty. The brave warrior raised his brows. The young canine in front of him was so frightened that he suddenly sat down and fell to the ground, causing him to lose his hand. But it didn't matter. The enemy who sat down closed his eyes without any resistance, just waiting to die.
The warrior grinned cruelly and turned his stick. He aimed at the enemy's neck and was about to slash down.
"Whoosh!"
A precise feather arrow struck, piercing deeply into his neck. The brave warrior "ho ho" twice, then lost all strength and fell to the ground. Chipawa faced the warrior face to face, and then suddenly burst out screaming.
"Ah! Ah!"
The young militiamen picked up their spears and stabbed the dead warriors desperately. The canine warriors behind him immediately came up to support and fought with the remaining samurai. Alan looked at Chipawa for a moment, shook his head, but said nothing. She raised her hunting bow again, aiming at the enemy who was close at hand.
