Aztec Eternals Chapter 394

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The wind was blowing, and the vegetation turned yellow. The swirling red leaves fell from the hills around the valley, covering the large corpses in the valley, stained with more vivid red.

The precise shooting of the canine hunters only lasted for half a quarter of an hour, and nearly two hundred palm warriors were attacked and killed. The more than 100 red-haired elites in the valley immediately launched a charge, defeating the remaining more than 100 warriors. The short ambush was suddenly intense and ended quickly. The Guaquili warriors roared, swung their bronze spears, and shot feathered arrows, chasing the disintegrating enemy.

The Palm Patriarch Zotor remained motionless and fell on his back on the grass. His eyes widened unwillingly, dozens of sharp copper arrows were stuck in his body, and the dark red spread constantly under him. Death was so sudden that it didn't even give him time to leave a last word. Until he died, surprise and puzzlement remained in his eyes, as if he was still questioning: Why did I suddenly die? The northern barbarians who attacked, not to mention...

"Haha, dumb deer, cheating defeat to lure the enemy, ambush beheading, it's really tried and tested!"

The red monkey Orzoma grinned, and with hundreds of hunters, nimbly climbed down from the cliffs on both sides. Behind him, hundreds of Guachili warriors emerged from the cliffs. Howling in low voices, they slaughtered the palm warriors outside the valley along the edge of the cliff.

"Red Monkey, I just can't figure it out. Why am I here to lure the enemy every time? Being chased is like a dead dog. You have to keep your strength at all times, so as not to get rid of the opponent."

Red Deer Masat was panting and a little dissatisfied. He lured the enemy all the way, was driven twenty miles by Zotor, and finally led him to the valley where he was ambushed.

Deceiving and enticing the enemy is easy to say, but it is actually a real technical task, especially when running with two feet. If the warriors do not have enough fighting will, they will break up if they run away; if they do not have enough mobility and experience, they will run the wrong way. When Massat fled, he not only had to control the speed, but also constantly adjust the direction, and lost more than a dozen elites who lured the enemy in the middle.

"Dai Lu, don't you have experience and run fast?"

"Hmph! Red Monkey, the more you lure the enemy a few times, the more experience you will gain."

"Massat! I am the head of the Red Monkeys, and you are the deputy head. According to the rules of the great southern tribe, you must obey my orders!"

The red monkey Ozoma turned his face and pressed the brand-new bronze sword on his waist, with a hint of pride in his words. After the Northern Expedition, he was highly valued by His Majesty and became the leader of the three thousand-man Chapter, with Dulu Massat serving as his deputy. The 3,000 warriors under them were selected from tens of thousands of western dog breeds, and all of them were good warriors.

"...Okay. But I am responsible for the most dangerous lure of the enemy. According to the rules of the big southern tribes, the two hundred or so first-level military exploits are mine!"

Red Deer Horse Sutter paused, his eyes flashed, and he said his calculations.

"As for the later battle exploits, we should share it equally!"

"...It's for you! It's just over 200 heads. I thought the southern tribes were as tough as those of the Great Chief Death, but I didn't expect them to be so vulnerable. Now, let alone hundreds of heads. level, even a few thousand is easy!"

Ozoma looked confident. After thinking for a moment, he looked at the corpse of the palm patriarch Zotor.

"The head of that southern chief..."

"It's mine too!"

Massat looked anxious and shouted.

"He's been chasing me for so long, I'm going to knock his skull off and use it as a bowler!"

The use of human bone utensils is also a tradition of the wasteland tribes. However, there is a shortage of food and wine on the wasteland, and the dogs can only use bowls instead of wine glasses. According to the wasteland priest, this vessel can absorb the enemy's bravery and life, making the warriors more brave and stronger!

"For you, it's all yours. Although this southern chief is brave, his brain is not good. I use his skull as a bowl, and it will become stupid if I don't do it. Dumb Lu, you use it just right!"

Ozoma laughed, full of joy of victory.

"But the heads of these men are still very useful now. The warriors put their heads on their spears, just to terrorize the enemy's samurai and villages!"

"Okay! The enemy on the opposite side lost its leader and scattered into a long snake, just in one fell swoop!"

Massat grinned, apparently ignoring Orzoma's taunting.

The two wasteland chiefs chatted and laughed for a while, and the red-haired hunters had already cut off the enemy's head and strung it on the sharp spears. Afterwards, the hunters did not stop, turning around and killing Taniguchi in the south. There, thousands of Guaquili warriors fought fiercely and had just defeated another wave of chasing enemies.

The red leaves were flying, and the three thousand red monkey battle groups gathered from all sides, driving the defeated palm warriors and attacking the enemies behind. They held the head of the Palm patriarch Zotor high, howled and shot a deadly rain of arrows.

"Ow!"

"Patriarch Zotor is dead!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The friendly army was scattered, the leader was dead, the flanks were attacked, and the arrows continued to rain... Under the rapid and violent blows of the canines, the three thousand palm warriors who went out of the city to fight were too late to stand up, and they were wrapped around by the defeated army and fled back. The collapsing battle was like a landslide, with fierce wolf howls surrounding it on three sides, leaving only one way to return to the south to escape for life.

The tragic rout continued for twenty li, from the valley of the ambush to the foot of the city of Appachingan. Along the way, there were corpses of palm warriors everywhere, mostly with their backs up.

Hundreds of canine warriors were elated, cutting off the heads of the fallen warriors and fumbling for the other's relics. Whenever they touched jade, gold and silver jewelry, the canine warriors murmured excitedly. The Dogborn cursed in a low voice whenever they touched ornaments of wood and stone. The tribe has just settled down and is still very poor. As long as they can loot two valuables and bring them back, they can be worth a year of farming! And the canine warriors who didn't touch anything could only keep a cold face, carrying a bronze spear and a longbow, and continued to pursue.

"Chase, keep chasing, don't stop! Damn it! Everyone has a share of the seized property!"

The red monkey Ozoma cursed, and together with Massat, drove the tribal warriors to continue to chase and kill. Ordinary tribal warriors are brave in battle and tough in the face of adversity, but as long as they are victorious and face the temptation of trophies, they will forget the rules of battle. Their discipline is currently not comparable to that of a samurai army.

A day later, thousands of canine legions finally gathered again and approached the city of Appachingan. After the war priests had counted their exploits, they built the heads of two thousand palm warriors into a temple and stacked them within two hundred paces of the city. The morale in the city of Apatchingan fell into a low ebb in an instant.

Patriarch Palm took 3,000 men to battle, but within a few days, they were defeated. Two thousand of the three thousand warriors were killed, five hundred were captured, and only five hundred remnants fled back to the city. The rebellious southwestern aristocrats were panic-stricken, terrified day and night. Even though there are still 6,000 militiamen and 4,000 strong soldiers in the city of Appachingan, after losing the warriors who are good at fighting, they completely lose the ability to fight outside the city.

Being trapped in a lonely city is bound to be a dead end. And the only hope is more than 10,000 reinforcements from the "Shield" Chief Chimali!

The black wolf Toltec stopped under the city of Appachingan with hundreds of guards. He frowned, watching the situation at the top of the city.

This southwest important town played a pivotal role in the old dynasties and was the frontline military city for the Tarasco Kingdom to conquer the Texans. Apatchin Gambang is named after this city. The entire city is not large, but the height of the city wall is close to six meters, which is higher than that of Kuramo City. Because there are abundant stones in the nearby mountains, the towering city walls are made of granite and volcanic rocks of different sizes, mixed with soil and corn mortar. Although the city wall in front of it looks ugly, it is actually very solid. In the past 100 years, the Turks have entered the pirates many times, but they have no way to take this stone military city.

"No wonder Zotor dared to rebel, it turned out to be based on this strong city..."

The black wolf looked at it for a moment and muttered to himself. He pondered for a moment, and then ordered five hundred red-haired hunters to shoot for cover, and five hundred Prepecha warriors to try to attack the city.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The red-haired hunters, wearing cotton armor, approached within eighty paces. They braved the scattered arrows to shoot against the archers at the head of the city! The arrows whistled, intertwined, and shot through the bodies of the warriors, and dozens of people died in an instant!

The black wolf frowned again. After surrendering to the kingdom, the nobles in the southwest also learned the craft of making longbows. At this time, the big bow on the city head flashed with great power. It is difficult for the archers to get close and suppress without paying huge casualties.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

The drums of war sounded, echoing the mountains and forests. Five hundred Prepecha warriors, holding large shields and carrying crude wooden ladders, pressed against the walls of Appachingan. The Prepecha warriors rushed within fifty paces, and the rain of arrows at the head of the city turned, and began to shoot through the cotton armor, killing the warriors. Within twenty steps, the javelin at the head of the city was thrown down, breaking the shield and hitting the surrounding wooden ladder. Further back, the Apatchingan militiamen held heavy stones and clay pots filled with lime, ready to drop.

"Drip!...Drip!...Drip!..."

The Prepecha warriors faced the ferocious attack, and before they approached the city head, the retreating snail horn suddenly sounded. The warriors paused, then threw down the wooden ladder and hurried back. A burst of cheers erupted from the head of Apatchingan City.

"Ah? Dear Black Wolf Legion Commander..."

Orzoma looked at the black wolf Toltek.

"Stop fighting! Ezpan's spear corps is about to move westward~www.mtlnovel.com~ This city is so hard, let him gnaw it!"

Toltec looked calm and waved his hand. He won't do stupid things like attacking the fortress of the strong city again.

"Apatchingan is an isolated city, and has completely lost its ability to fight in the field. Ozoma, leave 500 guards behind, and we continue westward! Keka has been staring at the 'Shield' tribe, more than 10,000 chiefs of Chimali. People, have entered the Apa Plain!"

"Okay, Legion Commander! Let's have a good fight with these southern barbarians!"

"No, the tribal warriors of Chief Chimali have just come out of the mountain, and their morale is strong. We will leave 2,000 troops hanging on him and will not fight for the time being."

"Ah? That army commander, where are we fighting?"

Orzoma was enlightened, but he still had a puzzled expression on his face.

"Ha ha!"

Toltec laughed and taught proudly.

"Ozoma, you need to learn a lot! Guaquili warriors are the best at rushing across the wasteland! Let's go deep into the mountains and dig out his lair!"

"The Legion Commander is wise!"

"Ha ha!"

The loud laughter of the black wolf was scattered into the wind and went southwest, turning into a chilling thunder.

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