"Yo!"
The mountains are vast and surrounded by dense forests. The Tehuacan Valley is full of green, and the ancient temple looms on the top of the mountain. The loud cry of the eagle soared in the mountains and forests, like a harbinger of death, suddenly enveloped the hearts of the Mixtec warriors!
"Ouch! Kill! Kill them!"
Fierce wolf howls came one after another, accompanied by shouts of boiling murderous intent. Thousands of canine warriors with tattooed faces and dyed hair, all wearing cotton armor and wielding copper spears, jumped out from the hidden vegetation. In the hands of many red-haired canine descendants, they also held cheap large bows made of bamboo. They stood on a high place, took aim, and then fired a round of sharp copper arrows at the scattered Mixtec front line!
"Swish swish!"
Dozens of steps away, a fierce rain of arrows hit him, bringing with him the roar of death. A few breaths later, there was the miserable cry of the injured Mixtec warrior!
"Damn it! The despicable northern barbarians actually set up an ambush for a sneak attack!"
Seeing the large group of northern barbarians showing their figures, holding bows and spears, the expression of the pioneer Rain God Warrior Rich changed. He immediately leaned down and hid behind the tall trees, and the sharp arrow wind brushed his hair.
The large rain of arrows struck quickly, so precise and powerful. In an instant, hundreds of Mixtec pioneers who pursued bravely suffered heavy losses. Fully fifty or sixty warriors who were at the forefront were killed in the first round of attacks. What followed closely was the second and third rounds of arrow rain.
"Such a powerful arrow!"
Richie, the warrior of the Rain God, pursed his lips, tightened his grip on the spear, and felt helpless in his heart. He held up his shield and carefully looked around the forest. The Mexican Legion had long been prepared for an ambush and occupied the high areas of the mountain forest. At such a close distance, facing the powerful bow, the warriors' cotton armor could not resist at all!
"Damn it! We must lead our elite troops to rush forward from both sides and defeat the archers at high places!"
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
Arrows flew, spears fell, and penetrated the flesh and blood body, flowing with vitality. Rain God Warrior Richie was lying down, gritting his teeth, thinking about the battle strategy. But soon, he no longer had to worry about this: a more intense cry of killing suddenly erupted from his side and behind, which was the position of the commander-in-chief of the Chinese army!
"Whoosh!"
A bronze arrow flew towards him with incomparable force. At the headquarters of the Chinese army, a Mixtec guard holding a shield fell down in response. A large pool of blood splashed from his neck and poured into his mouth that opened in vain, like a foaming fish on the beach.
"No! Waka! My nephew!"
The military leader of Shenshi City, Blue Snake Guku's eyes are about to burst. He looked at his nephew who was killed in battle and felt extremely painful in his heart. This was his intended heir!
Mixtec traditions are ancient, ranging from hundreds to thousands of years. Their power class has long been stable, with innate nobles, hereditary theocracy, and a tribal democracy with decentralized power. The leaders of each department took turns serving as the leaders of important city-states through head-to-head elections. The family tribe is the basis of their power, and the loose tribal power is passed down among the family warriors who are outstanding and able to convince the crowd... In other words, they are still in the late tribal system and have not developed the "father is kind and son is filial" , the feudal performing arts of "brothers, friends and brothers".
"Rain God!"
Blue Snake Guku gritted his teeth, hurriedly raised his shield and lowered himself, shouting in anger and fear.
"Quick! Hold on! Guards, send the order to the warriors in the rear, and ask them to come up quickly to support and fight for the Rain God!"
"Whoosh!"
The black wolf Toltec stood on a high place, raising his hundred-pound bow and aiming at the Mixtec flag. He was a hundred steps away, narrowed his eyes, and shot another arrow. This time, it shot out seventy or eighty steps and nailed directly to the branch. Black Wolf's brows suddenly frowned.
"Damn it! The forests in the south are so dense!"
The mountains and forests in the south are obstructive, and there is no openness in the northern plateau. The power of bows and arrows is only a few dozen steps. In the end, the victory of this ambush will depend on the swords of the warriors!
The black wolf shook his head, lowered his bow, and straightened his spine. He looked at the battlefield in the forest, and after just looking at it for a moment, a confident smile appeared on his face.
"Not bad! The Tlaxcala troops who lured the enemy to surrender were defeated very well!"
In front of him, the Mixtec warriors who were suddenly attacked were like a chaotic herd of deer, charging left and right in the forest, unable to look at each other from head to tail. They were scattered in pursuit and had no formation at all. Hundreds of forwards were directly suppressed by arrows, and thousands of rearguards were even a mile away.
At this moment, the bodyguard warriors led by a thousand black wolves were dividing into two teams and fighting out from the left and right wings. Wearing armor, they broke into the enemy's center at the same time and charged towards the towering Mixtec flag!
"Kill! Kill them!"
"Charge in! The one with feathers on his back is the commander of the Mixtecs!"
"Chief Black Wolf said it! That head is worth 800 acres of fertile fields and 40 fertile women!"
During the mobilization before the war, Black Wolf informed the entire army and promised a reward to a first-class military noble. Whether you are a canine warrior, a Prepecha warrior, a warrior from the Tecos tribe, or a soldier from Tlaxcala, as long as you can kill the Mixtec commander, you will be directly promoted to a first-level noble, and you will be granted land and slaves. !
Black Wolf's Guakili Legion is the sharp edge of the army and must be the vanguard in every battle. They gain the most and suffer the most casualties. This legion has always maintained a strength of eight thousand warriors, and also has thousands of troops descending from the army.
Continuous battle losses and replenishments caused the composition of legionnaires to change rapidly. Today, it has transformed from a pure canine legion into a mixed legion where warriors from all tribes gather together, only in terms of bravery and regardless of origin.
A brave legion commander, a backbone of experienced officers, a large amount of looting harvests, and generous military awards, brought together the fierce warriors who had experienced life and death and came from mixed origins, and condensed the wild and fierce Guakili War. group!
"Bah!"
Two hundred Mexica warriors served as the spearhead of the two-wing assault, wearing solid bronze armor and wielding sharp copper axes. They chopped the blocking Mixtec warriors into persimmons and rushed through a passage straight into the enemy's formation.
Thousands of canine warriors wore leather armor, thrust out short spears, and fought fiercely. They leapt past the armored warriors and charged forward at high speed until they reached the vicinity of the Mixtec Feather Flag. They surrounded the desperate enemy commander, Blue Snake Guku, leaving no chance for escape.
"No! I am the descendant of the venerable Blue Snake God! I am a descendant of the Rain God! You cruel northern barbarians, the Rain God will rain corrosive rain, like the poison of dart frogs, destroying your faces and destroying your souls. ..Well!!"
"Ha! How can you have so much to say when you are about to die?"
Red Deer Massat swung his copper ax and chopped down Blue Snake Guku to the ground. The leader's feathers, which symbolized divinity, were scattered on the ground, and the bright feathers were covered with dust and mud, disappearing from the eyes of all Mixtec warriors. Then, Massat smiled naively and knelt on the ground on one knee. He held down the divine descendant with one hand, raised the copper ax with the other, and slashed with all his strength!
"Crack! Wow!"
The blood of the god descendant dyed Massat's suit red, and also dyed the deer head on his suit red. After a few breaths, he grinned, stood up, and raised a head with open eyes in his right hand. He was triumphant, facing the direction of the black wolf, looking at the red frog and red monkey coming one step behind, and shouted the declaration of victory.
"Blessed by the Lord God, I am the fastest runner! The first prize in this battle and the forty fertile women are all mine!...Haha!"
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Hmm...Cat probe. One month in the cave, a thousand years of dreams, thousands of things have gone through my heart. I tried my best to come out of seclusion and took a careful look. Are the readers and cats still there? ...Meow meow...
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