Aztec Immortal - Chapter 305
Chapter 297 Attacking Black Wolf
“Boom, boom, boom!”
The drums of attack sounded passionately. Under the leadership of dozens of Prepecha bow warriors, two thousand longbow militiamen lined up and stepped forward, ready to shoot. These Tarasco archers wore gray paper armor, yellow rattan hats on their heads, bamboo longbows in their hands, a bag of cheap reed bone arrows hanging from their waists, and a self-defense dagger. They are not expensive to set up and relatively easy to maintain, but they are not good at melee combat, so they maintain light mobility.
Seeing the approaching group of archers, the canines shouted nervously. The hunters raised their hunting bows one after another, relying on the terrain of the hill, and tried their best to shoot out of the camp. It’s just that the hunting bow is short, and the flying bone arrows shot dozens of steps away before exhausting their strength and impaling themselves on the archers’ paper armor without causing any damage.
“Drip, drop!.”
Accompanied by two short flute sounds, the longbow militiamen stopped, and immediately drew their bows and arrows. It was about 60 steps away from the camp. It was difficult for the hunting bows of the dog-born to damage the paper armor of the archers, but the longbows of the archers could easily break through the civilian clothes of the dog-born.
“Drip!. Whoosh!”
The sharp flute blew, and the leading bow warriors suddenly let go of their fingers to conduct the first round of test shooting. Dozens of long arrows crossed a short half-arc and pierced obliquely on the wooden fence. The houndspawn burst into laughter and curses. Then, the bow warriors adjusted their angles, led the archers behind them, and fired a volley!
“Swoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
Thousands of reed arrows pierced the sky, like soaring birds, with the roar of death, shot into the dog-born camp! Hundreds of dog descendants were wounded and fell to the ground on the spot, screaming and bleeding profusely. In the red rat tribe, there was chaos and noise in an instant, just like a group of rats exploding their nests.
“Swoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
The second round of arrow rain struck again. Dozens of impulsive dog-born warriors wanted to open the gate of the camp and rush out, but they made the best archery targets; other warriors crouched down, hiding behind fences and grass huts, avoiding the deadly arrows.
“Swoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
More than a dozen red-haired warriors roared loudly, commanding the chaotic tribe, but the third round of arrow rain struck again, shooting them into hedgehogs!
“Swoosh, whoosh, whoosh!.”
“Swoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
The howling rain of arrows shot five consecutive rounds, and there were hundreds of unlucky dog descendants on the ground. Toltek looked at the chaotic tribal camp without command, and curled his lips in disdain. He ordered the flag to point forward again, his voice was like thunder.
“Pioneer throw, charge!”
“Roar! The Lord God protects you! Kill!”
The two thousand Tekos barbarians shouted excitedly and rushed forward with low growls.
As the Royal Guards, these barbarian mercenaries were selected from the prisoners of war in the Western Expedition and the surrendered tribes. They have always been light and sturdy, good at melee throwing, and after converting to the main god, they regard life and death as nothing. They are also the best melee vanguards, capable of hurling dangerous pottery caltrops in siege warfare. Of course, to fight such a small tribal camp, there is no need to consume explosive weapons that were difficult to transport.
At this moment, the barbarian pioneers were wearing dark green Mexican cotton armor and a sturdy rattan hat, holding a sharp copper spear in one hand and two cheap obsidian javelins in the other. They moved extremely fast, approaching within twenty steps of the camp in no time. Hidden tribal hunters began to emerge, firing sparse arrows. The pioneers ran faster while raising their arms, and returned with precise javelins.
“Whoo, whoo, whoo!”
How powerful a javelin is at a distance of ten paces! The thrown javelins passed through the gaps in the fence, pierced through the chests and abdomens of the hunters who were struggling to resist, and nailed the whole body to the ground, screaming inhumanely!
Soon, the sound of “dong dong” felling trees sounded violently. The leading pioneer warrior took out his copper axe and slashed at the fence and camp gate. The barbarians in the back threw out ropes, caught them around the damaged camp gate, and pulled them together.
“Crack!”
The wood snapped, making a sharp “click”, and the gate of the camp burst open! The pioneer warriors swung their axes again, and the red agouti flag was cut off in the middle, and fell to the ground, where they were trampled under their feet. The sacred totem has fallen and can no longer bless the tribe! The dog descendants suddenly let out a low cry of despair.
“Roar, roar, kill!”
Hundreds of dark green figures roared excitedly and rushed into the camp ferociously. They stabbed out the bronze spears, and mercilessly used all their strength to kill any figure who was still resisting, and quickly killed the leader’s long house in the center of the tribe from the gate of the camp!
Hundreds of dog-born warriors wielding stone hammers and wooden shields fought hard in front of the longhouse, but were pierced one after another by the surrounding copper spears. Soon, a capable red-haired warrior uttered a scream, covered the bloody hole in his chest, and fell down dejectedly.
“Chief Agouti!”
The canines shouted in panic, losing the last of their morale. They threw away their weapons one after another, knelt down in front of the powerful enemy, gave up all struggles, and let fate dictate.
Under the hill, Toltek laughed loudly. In front of an excellent commander, victory is so easy! Afterwards, he looked around the camp and frowned again.
The commander-in-chief of the black wolf called a personal guard and gave a few instructions. The personal guard nodded, and led a large group of warriors and war priests accompanying the army forward.
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After a while, the killing in the camp stopped completely. The barbarian pioneers, covered in blood, escorted the young and strong prisoners who could still walk, and filed out of the camp. The priests looked kindly, and comforted the terrified dogs, and let the warriors take the children away.
In the howling camp, the warriors searched for a while, and then turned back to report to the commander.
Unsurprisingly, although this ordinary dog tribe has nearly 2,000 people, it is extremely poor. There are not even rats in the large storage tent, only a few dozen bags of grain, barely enough for two thousand people to survive until the autumn harvest. Then there was bark, grass roots, cacti, yucca, various insects, rat meat, some questionable dried meat, and a few baskets of strange herbs. The only valuables are the innermost bundles of furs, ranging from mouse skins to bear skins.
“These impoverished dog-borns! After a fight, they couldn’t even recover the cost of the arrows.”
Looking at the results of the search, Toltek shook his head. He waved his hand cruelly, and the barbarians ignored the low wailing on the ground, waved their torches, and set fire to longhouses, grass huts and tents.
Soon, the camp on the hill was a sea of flames. Thick black smoke rose violently, erasing all traces. The wailing gradually subsided, and even the wind quieted down, leaving only the fields under the hills, still pregnant with the hope of harvest.
From the beginning of the siege to the end of the search, the battle lasted about an hour. The attacking battalion only killed a dozen people and injured dozens, but it completely destroyed the dog-born camp of 2,000 people and captured 1,000 prisoners.
The black wolf glanced at the captured captives, they were all young men and women of dog descent. The Mexica warriors have neatly strung them together with tough hemp rope. They have already done this kind of work of capturing prisoners countless times.
“Well, there are indeed very few old and weak people in the Guakili tribe. When they are sent to the south, they are slaves suitable for farming. The nobles and warriors have divided up so many fields, and finally they are able to serve as young adults!”
Thinking of this, Toltek nodded in satisfaction. He looked at the cronies beside him, and ordered boldly.
“Tupa, I’ll give you two hundred men! Escort all these young captives to Mespa in the back. Instruct him to arrange manpower and send them to the rear camp for His Highness to have a look! His Highness likes young young men the most. Already!”
“Yes! Boss, don’t we wait for General Mespa? He has three thousand warriors with him.”
“What are you waiting for? We need to be quick to wipe out the dog-born tribe! Before the mice react, one more nest will be wiped out! Otherwise, who knows where they will go? I don’t have the time to catch mice all over the mountains and plains.” .Pamus warriors are not disciplined, and their actions are too slow. We only need to bring a few scouts to serve as the guides of the legion, and the rest will stay behind and take the prisoners slowly!”
Hei Lang waved his hand boldly. Then, he identified the direction and waved the command flag to the northwest.
“The whole army rests for a quarter of an hour! Before tonight, we will kill the next tribe!”
“Roar!”
The roars of the warriors instantly resounded across the wasteland, drowning out a low dog bark in the grass.
“Ow! He saw us and waved the flag at us!”
Ivican raised his head in horror, let out a low cry, and almost turned around and ran away immediately.
“Shut your dog’s mouth! Ivikan, they didn’t move! Two hundred steps away, as long as you wear the rattan hat, no one will be able to see us in the grass!”
Amoxi quickly stretched out his hand and pushed Ivican to the ground. Ivican trembled for a long time before he calmed down. He stared wide-eyed, looking at the burning camp, showing deep fear.
“Ancestors! Amoxi, how long have you been fighting? Is this the end of the two thousand red rat tribe?”
“Ivican, your eyes have always been better than mine, don’t you know how to see by yourself?”
Amoxi was also shocked. He answered angrily.
“Half of the members of the Red Rat Tribe went to meet their ancestors, and half of them were captured and captured. The finished ones can’t be finished!”
“Ah, Amosi, that’s the end of the Red Rat tribe! Why don’t they escape?”
“Escape? When I just came out of the cold wave, ordinary tribes were eating people, so where would there be food for escape? Do you think they are all like your red fox tribe? There are many red-haired fighters, and they rob a lot of food. The leader Treacherous again!”
“Oh! Chief Otuwa is indeed very smart. He fought all the way and never fought a losing battle!”
Hearing this comment, Ivican was a little proud. He nodded in agreement, and then spoke in a low voice.
“Amoxi, we’ve seen everything we need to see. Let’s go back to the tribe and report the information to the leaders! The cactus tribe is so capable of fighting, so the leaders have to figure out what to do.”
“Okay! It’s true that we can’t stay in the south anymore, let’s go now!”
Among the bushes, two red-haired warriors bowed their bodies, took a last look at the black smoke on the hill, and left quietly along the back of the ridge. In the sky, several black vultures came smelling blood. They circled up and down, croaked, and looked forward to a richer meal.