Aztec Immortal - Chapter 735
Chapter 709 Ambushes, the death of reinforcements
The summer is scorching hot, with moist water vapor in the wind. Clouds gathered in the eastern sky, like a harbinger of rain. On both sides of the adobe river, the green weeds and shrubs are lush. A tribal army of thousands of people is marching quickly along the west bank of the river to the upper reaches of the south.
It is said to be an army, but judging from the state of the march, it is clearly divided into two teams. Among the 2,000 people in the front, there are some heads with pointed hats, who are the main force of the Dongfang Zhuwu City Department. And among the two thousand people in the back, the bird feathers on the hats are used to show their dignity, but they are from the southwestern part of Hatori Castle.
The two tribal armies went south at the same time to support Hewanzhai, but their motives were different. The Coyote City Department stationed in Hewanzhai is geographically close to the City Department of Cone House, and both belong to the East Totonac Allied Forces, and they are very close allies. Therefore, when the envoys from the Coyote City Department rushed to Jinwan City, the leaders of the Cone House City Department were the first to respond. The reason why the Yu Bird City Department followed southward was to keep Hewanzhai, the node that communicated with the Yu Bird City in the upper reaches of the river, so as to prevent the army from being completely cut off from the city.
It was only a day since the messenger who asked for help arrived. As for the Totonak chiefs of the other ministries in Jinwan City, they are still arguing endlessly, and no results have been reached yet.
“These red-haired savages harass and shoot arrows back and forth, and they run so fast! They are just like rabbits biting people!”
Mazatel, the chief of the Yuto City Department, puffed out his chest, stared angrily, and looked towards the jungle to the west of the team.
A team of dozens of red-haired hunters, wearing leather armor and holding a big bow, shot arrows in this direction from a distance of one or two hundred steps. From time to time, tribal soldiers marching will be injured by cold arrows shot from afar. These hunters are well-equipped, quite elite, and they run fast. Mazatel had previously sent dozens of tribal warriors to chase them into the jungle, but they were defeated and escaped in the end.
“Damn the Mexica! To equip these savages who can run with sturdy leather armor, a big bow that can shoot far, and a sharp copper axe! Damn it, really damn it!”
Chief Mazatel cursed a few times, feeling resentful in his heart. He looked around at the tribal force under his command. In a team of more than 2,000 people, more than a thousand were tribal militiamen with bare upper body and carrying stone spears, and seven or eight hundred were tribal warriors wearing battle clothes and carrying stone axes and javelins. The one or two hundred is the warrior wearing leather armor and carrying an obsidian baton. The equipment gap between the two sides is obvious, and there is also a difference in the degree of bravery. Then send a small team of warriors to chase after them, just to deliver food to the “rabbit” on the opposite side.
“Damn it, all the tribal warriors, follow me! Chase, catch up with them!”
After being harassed a few more times, Mazatel couldn’t bear it anymore. He reckoned that the barbarian on the opposite side had exhausted a lot of his physical strength. As long as a large group of warriors encircled and chased him, they would definitely not be able to escape! And once you catch up with the enemy, you can fight more and fight less, and the leather armor and weapons that can be captured
“Blessed by the Feathered Snake God! Follow me, kill, kill them all!”
Mazatel raised his spear and led hundreds of warriors, chasing the red-haired barbarian into the forest. The footsteps of both sides stepped forward and back, trampling the bushes and weeds under their feet. Then, the footsteps from front and back gradually approached, and after a quarter of an hour, they even came together in one place.
“Haha! Got you!”
Mazatel yelled, threw the spear in his hand violently, and shot more than ten steps away, right into the chest of a red-haired hunter. The spear pierced through the leather armor, and blood spurted wantonly. The red-haired hunter showed surprise and disbelief on his face. He tried his best to turn his head, looked into the depths of the forest, then smiled strangely, and fell down limply.
“Haha! Got you!”
Deep in the forest, the black wolf Toltek narrowed his eyes and silently drew his bow. His eyes paused for a while on the fallen red-haired hunter, and then gathered on Chief Mazatel’s crest. Judging from the other party’s attire, it was obvious that this was a dignified tribal leader, perhaps even the chief who led the team.
“The lord god bless! Medium!”
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“Whoosh!”
Bronze feathered arrows flew away, like lightning in the rainy season, and like hummingbirds in the forest. The sound of breaking through the air came from far and near, and Chief Mazatel turned his head when he heard the sound, his face also showed surprise and disbelief. Then, with a “puchi”, the sharp arrow shot precisely at his neck, taking away his strong vitality.
“The Feathered Serpent God Bless You. This Is Despicable”
Chief Mazatel fell into the weeds before finishing his sentence. He heard the exclamation of the tribal warriors beside him, and also heard more sharp arrows coming through the air. Then, the screams of the soldiers came suddenly, and more footsteps approached quickly. At the last moment of his life, he only saw a leather combat boot coming with bloodstains, and a blood-dripping copper ax could not wait to aim at his neck.
“Crack!”
“The lord god blesses! Kill the enemy!”
Heilang straightened up, held Mazatel’s head, and shouted loudly. Seeing the chief’s head, the several teams of Hatori warriors who were still fighting in the corner lost their fighting spirit instantly and joined the fleeing crowd. Thousands of red-haired warriors emerged from the depths of the jungle, stabbing spears and swinging axes, wantonly chasing and killing the fleeing enemies.
The samurai of the Hatori Division panicked, and dozens of hundreds of them were cut down to the ground by the pursuers. Soon, they dispersed, like a flock of birds, fleeing separately. A small number of warriors fled to the river bank, wanting to seek the protection of the Cone House City, while more warriors hurriedly fled to the jungle in the southwest. In the absence of food, they had to go through the jungle for 150 miles and flee back to their hometown in the southwest Feather City.
“Praise the Lord God! The main force of the legion, chase after the defeated army fleeing to the east! First defeat the remaining 1,000 militiamen, and then drive the defeated soldiers to the enemy in the front team and break up their formation!”
Hei Lang shouted sharply, and the guards beside him also issued orders. Soon, the two thousand elites who pursued were divided into two teams. Taking advantage of the victory, most of the main force rushed out of the jungle and defeated the remaining militiamen in the feather bird city in a short while. Then, the chaotic defeated army was like a tide, hundreds of people jumped into the river in despair, and more panicked and fled forward frantically, attacking the 2,000 army formation in the city of Zhuowu.
“Damn! Mazatel, who deserves to be killed by Thor! What kind of battle is this stupid bird fighting? In just two or three moments, the whole army was defeated?!”
In the army formation, the chief of Zhuowu City, Yorzin, was dumbfounded, watching hundreds of broken soldiers rushing towards him like a herd of deer. The two hundred soldiers who came forward to stop them were scattered by the rebel army in just a moment. And thousands of red-haired barbarians in armor chased the rout soldiers, holding copper axes, and killed them from the northwest!
“Blessed by the Feathered Snake God! Blessed by the Sun God! Don’t panic, don’t be afraid! They are all lined up by the river, so that the broken soldiers can escape from the side quickly! Prepare to fight, the number of enemies is not many, we still have a chance!”
Chief Yorzin’s voice was hoarse, screaming wildly. More than a thousand tribal fighters followed his instructions and moved with difficulty. However, as soon as the crowd got close to the river and reluctantly lined up, a desperate cry sounded from the mouths of the scouts of the front team.
“Ah! Gods! There are enemies in the south, too!”
Chief Yorzin turned pale and despaired when he heard the reputation.
“It’s over! It’s really over now!”
On the banks of the river in the south, thousands of Mexica warriors gradually revealed themselves. Led by Battalion Commander Tupa, they rushed towards them like a pack of wolves hunting.