Aztec Eternals - Chapter 568

“Yo!”

The mountains are vast, surrounded by dense forests, the Tehuakan Valley is full of green, and the ancient temples are looming on the top of the mountain. The loud eagle’s cry rang high in the mountains and forests, like a omen of death, and suddenly enveloped the hearts of the Mistec warriors!

“Ouch! Kill! Kill them!”

Ferocious wolf howls came one after another, accompanied by shouts of boiling killing intent. Thousands of canine warriors with dyed hair on their faces, all wearing cotton armor, wielding bronze spears, jumped out from the hidden vegetation. In the hands of many red-haired dogs, they also held cheap big bows made of bamboo. They stood at a high place, aimed a little, and shot a round of sharp bronze arrows towards the scattered Mistec!

“Whoosh whoosh!”

A few dozen steps away, a fierce rain of arrows hit the face, bringing the whistling of death. After a few breaths, it was the miserable howl of the Mistek warrior!

“Damn it! The despicable northern barbarians set up an ambush and sneak attack!”

Seeing the large group of northern barbarians showing their stature, holding bows and spears, the vanguard Rain God Warrior Richie’s expression changed. He immediately bent down and hid behind the tall trees, and the sharp wind of arrows brushed his hair.

A large rain of arrows came swiftly, so precise and powerful. In an instant, the hundreds of Mistek pioneers who were chasing bravely suffered heavy losses. A full fifty or sixty warriors who rushed to the forefront were killed in the first round of attacks. And it was followed by the second round and the third round of arrow rain.

“Such a powerful arrow!”

Rain God Warrior Richie pursed his lips, clenched his throwing spear, and felt powerless in his heart. Holding his shield, he carefully looked around the forest. The Mexica Legion had already prepared for an ambush, occupying the heights of the mountains and forests. At such a close distance, facing a powerful bow, the samurai’s cotton armor could not resist at all!

“Damn it! You must lead the elites, rush forward from both sides, and defeat the archers in the high places!”

“Whoosh, whoosh!”

Arrows flew, spears fell, running through the flesh and blood body, flowing with vitality. Rain God Warrior Richie leaned over, gritted his teeth, and pondered the strategy of the battle. But soon, he didn’t need to worry about it: a more intense scream of killing suddenly erupted from his side and rear, which was the position of the commander of the Central Army!

“Whoosh!”

A bronze arrow came flying, with incomparable strength. At the commanding office of the Central Army, a Misteke guard with a shield fell in response. Da Peng’s blood spattered from his neck and poured into his futilely opened mouth, like a fish spitting on the beach.

“No! Waka! My nephew!”

The military leader of Shenshi City, the blue snake ancient library is about to split. He looked at his nephew who died in action, and his heart was extremely painful. This was his intended heir!

The traditions of the Mistec tribes are ancient, ranging from hundreds to thousands of years. Their power hierarchy has long been established, the nobles are born, theocracy is hereditary, and they follow the decentralized tribal democracy. The heads of the various ministries are elected by the headman and take turns serving as the head of the important city-state. The family tribe is their power base, and the loose tribal power is passed down among the outstanding and convincing family warriors… In other words, they are still in the late tribal system, and have not developed “filial piety to father and son”. , The feudal arts of “brother, brother and brother”.

“Rain God!”

The blue snake Guku gritted his teeth, raised his shield and lowered his body in a hurry, and shouted in anger and fear.

“Hurry up! Hold fast! Guards, send the order to the warriors in the rear, and ask them to quickly support and fight for the Rain God!”

“Whoosh!”

The black wolf Toltek stood on a high place, raising a hundred-pound bow, aiming at the flag of the Mistec. He was a hundred paces away, narrowed his eyes, and shot another arrow. This time, he took seventy or eighty steps and nailed it straight to the branch. The black wolf frowned suddenly.

“Damn it! The forest in the south is really dense!”

The mountains and forests in the south hinder, and without the openness of the northern plateau, the power of the bow and arrow is only a few dozen steps. This ambush, after all, still depends on the swords of the samurai to decide the winner!

The black wolf shook his head, lowered his bow, and straightened his spine. He looked at the battlefield fighting in the forest, and after just a moment, a confident smile appeared on his face.

“Not bad! Tlaxcala, who lured the enemy, surrendered, and it was very good!”

In front of him, the Mistec warriors who were suddenly attacked were like a chaotic herd of deer, rushing from side to side in the forest, unable to care for each other. They were scattered in pursuit and had no formation to speak of. Hundreds of forwards were directly suppressed by the rain of arrows, and thousands of defenders were even a mile away.

At this moment, a thousand guard warriors led by the black wolf were splitting into two teams, rushing out from the left and right flanks. Wearing armor, they broke into the enemy’s middle army at the same time, and killed the towering Mistec flag!

“Kill! Kill them!”

“Break in! The one with the feathers on his back is the commander of the Mistecs!”

“Heilang Chief said it! That human head is worth 800 acres of fertile fields, and 40 women who are well-bred!”

When mobilizing before the war, the black wolf informed the legion and promised a reward for the first-level military aristocrat. Whether you are a canine warrior, a Prepecha warrior, a Tekos tribal warrior, or a Tlaxcala descendant, as long as you can kill the commander of the Mistec people, you will be directly promoted to a first-class noble and granted a slave !

Black Wolf’s Guaquili Legion is the blade of the army, and it must be the vanguard in every battle, with the most gains and the greatest casualties. This legion has always maintained a formation of 8,000 samurai, and also has thousands of driven battalions.

The constant battle damage and replenishment made the composition of the legionnaires change rapidly. Today, it has changed from a pure canine legion to a mixed legion of warriors from all walks of life, regardless of origin.

Brave legion commanders, seasoned officers, a large number of looting harvests, and generous military awards have brought together the fierce warriors who have experienced life and death and have mixed sources to form the wild and sturdy Guaquili War. group!

“Bah!”

Two hundred Mexican warriors, as the sharp arrows of the two-wing raid, wore sturdy bronze armor, wielding sharp copper axes, chopped the blocking Mistek warriors into persimmons, and rushed out a Straight into the enemy’s channel.

Thousands of canine warriors wore leather armor, thrust out short spears, and fought furiously. They passed the armored warriors, charged quickly, and slammed around the Mistek feather flag, surrounded the desperate enemy commander, the ancient blue snake, and left no chance to escape.

“No! I am the venerable Blue Serpent! I am the descendant of the Rain God! You cruel northern barbarians, the Rain God will rain down a corrosive rain, like the poison of arrow frogs, to destroy your faces and destroy your souls. ..Uh!”

“Ha! When death is imminent, how can there be so much to say?”

The red deer Masat swung a copper axe, and with one axe, the blue snake Guku fell to the ground. The leader’s feather bundles, which symbolized divinity, were scattered all over the place, and the bright feathers were covered with dust and mud, and disappeared in the eyes of all the Mistec warriors. Then, Massat smiled naively and knelt on one knee on the ground. He held the goddess with one hand and raised the copper axe with the other, and he slashed with force!

“Crack! Whoa!”

The blood of the goddess dyed Massat’s war clothes red, and also dyed the deer head on his war clothes red. After a few breaths, he grinned, stood up, and held up a head that was unwilling to open his eyes in his right hand. He was triumphant, facing the direction of the black wolf, looking at the red frog and red monkey who came a step behind, and shouted the victory.

“Blessed by the Lord God, I am the fastest! The first feat of this battle, as well as forty women who are good and nurtured, are all mine! … Haha!”

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Hmm… the cat-cat probe. One month in the cave, a thousand years of great dreams, and thousands of thoughts have passed through my heart. Try to retreat out, take a careful look, are the readers cats still there? …Meow meow…

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