"Boom...kill!..."
The violent explosion was like thunder, echoing repeatedly in the narrow valley. Soon, the thunder weakened, and the boiling sound of fighting was deafening. Countless shouts and howls were mixed together, rushing into the sky. Above the valley, the American vultures were circling.
Frightened, it flapped its wings and flew high into the sky. In its sight, small dark green dots rushed up the slope like a pack of wolves, gradually submerging the smoking camp.
"Haha! To kill the Otomi Dog and defeat the Cactus Tribe, we still have to look at my Red Frog Tribe who is good at fighting!..."
More than two miles away, Chief Koka of the Red Frog was laughing while holding the head of the noble Iko. In front of him, the attacking Parmus warriors were first shot by a hail of arrows, and then attacked from all sides.
By this time, they had all fallen to the ground.
The large group of canine warriors were greedy and groped carefully on the corpses of the warriors. They took off their damaged, blood-stained cotton armor and couldn't wait to put it on their bodies. The pragmatic canine warriors of the wilderness understood a simple truth,
In a cruel battle, equipment is life. Suddenly, rolling thunder suddenly exploded from the front of the valley. All the canine descendants turned pale and looked horrified at each other. Some people were even helpless and fell to the ground.
"...Uh? What's going on?!"
Koka's laughter was interrupted instantly. He turned to the east and saw thick smoke rising from the front camp, and his face suddenly showed surprise. Chief Red Frog watched for a moment and gave instructions to the red-haired bodyguard beside him.
"Take two people with you and let me go to the front camp to investigate! Tell Mizli that I have solved the problem here! Well, ask him again if he wants support?"
The red-haired guard left immediately. He passed through the narrow valley, ran for a moment, and arrived at the front village two miles away.
At this time, the front village was already filled with fierce fighting. Hundreds of vanguard barbarians rushed up the slope, crossed the village wall, and fought with the chaotic dog warriors. One of the vanguard barbarians thrust out a bronze spear,
He stabbed the canine in front of him directly to death. The young canine warrior next to him shouted randomly, but he had not yet recovered from the shock of the explosion. The vanguard barbarian grinned, pulled out the blood-stained copper spear, and stabbed the young canine again.
The young dog-born swung the stone spear in fear, but after resisting for a few times, he felt a sudden pain in his waist and abdomen, and was stabbed to death by the copper spear.
Soon, the dark green figure stood firm in the camp. A large group of vanguard barbarians rushed towards them, and the red-haired hunters had no choice but to throw away their hunting bows and wave their captured war clubs to attack. The red-haired hunters had fierce eyes and fierce movements.
They were precise and agile, and made roaring beast roars from time to time. They were much tougher than ordinary tribal warriors. However, they suffered heavy casualties in the two rounds of explosions. At this time, they were no longer able to form a battle line and fell into a bitter battle. The camp also lost shooting support.
The two vanguard barbarians cooperated with each other, thrust out copper spears one after another, and approached a red-haired warrior. The red-haired man quickly retreated, holding the war stick in both hands, and kept swinging it fiercely, hitting the shields of the two men, making a "bang bang" sound.
The sound of the sound. However, the camp was narrow, and in just a moment, Hongfa was blocked by the wall, unable to retreat. The two vanguards roared at the same time, and both advanced to thrust their spears. Hongfa blocked a bronze spear with difficulty, and then kicked his leg.
The last pain caused me to stand unsteadily. The two bronze spears quickly retracted and thrust out again, piercing deeply into the soft tissue. The screams immediately became shrill and shrill! Then they stopped abruptly.
Hundreds of vanguard barbarians charged forward like a tide, squeezing the defenders to the rear. A large group of temple crossbowmen followed closely behind the melee warriors, constantly blowing shrill death whistles to intimidate the chaotic canine warriors.
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An old temple crossbowman wielded a sharp war club, showing superb martial arts. He stepped forward diagonally, and with just a precise horizontal slash, he cut the chest and neck of a canine, easily killing the one who slipped through the net.
The enemy was killed. Then, he moved his eyes forward, holding a stick in both hands, and was about to kill a red-haired warrior not far away. However, a crossbow arrow made a "shoo" sound, one step ahead of him, and shot into the damaged gray
The blue cotton armor pinned the red-haired warrior to the ground.
The old crossbowman looked back and glared, then strode forward and slashed with his stick! The sharp blade scratched his neck, bright red splashed out, and a red-haired head rolled to the ground and was picked up immediately.
, and then throw it back.
"Take it! Tie it around your waist for your military exploits!"
The temple crossbowmen are selected from the temple guards. They have been fighting for many years and have excellent combat skills. They are even braver than the vanguard barbarians. Under the cover of the melee warriors, many crossbowmen came close to shoot. "Whoosh!"
The crossbow bolts smashed through the wooden shields, and the canine warriors behind the camp were unable to raise their heads.
Less than two moments into the fierce fighting, the canine descendants had already lost the advantage of the terrain and camp. The red-haired hunters were killed one after another, and the Mexican Legion's attack became more unstoppable! It didn't take long for a group of vanguard barbarians to attack.
Breaking through the resistance of the canine descendants, they arrived at the center of the camp. They chanted the name of the God of War fanatically, clasped their hands, and broke the red cat's flag!
The inherited flag fell into the soil and was trampled on by straw sandals, dyeing it even brighter red. Seeing this scene, the ordinary canine warriors completely lost their morale and quickly fled to the rear. It was easiest to kill the defeated troops, and the camp was narrow and difficult to navigate.
The vanguard barbarians stabbed out their bronze spears feverishly without mercy. The canine descendants were like harvested corn, falling to the ground in rows. The corpses were lying on top of each other, and the blood was flowing, and the center of the camp was covered in a moment.
Looking at the battle situation in front of him, Mizli's eyes were splitting with anger and his heart was bleeding. Nearly half of the soldiers of the red cat tribe had been killed or injured! He roared angrily at Coca's bodyguards.
"Support? It's too late now! The Aztecs have sorcery! The front camp can't be defended! Go back quickly and let Coca open the camp door. I'll gather the soldiers in my hands and we'll be there in a moment!"
The red-haired guard suddenly changed his expression. He bowed his head briefly, took two followers, and quickly ran out of the back door of the camp to report to the back camp. Mizli threw away his conspicuous wolf robe and tried to gather the remaining soldiers. He took a moment to count
, only got the number five hundred, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
However, the fanatical shouts of the cactus warriors were already close at hand. The vanguard barbarians crossed the center of the camp, and the crossbow bolts shot quickly, nailed the shields of the guards, and even broke out through the shields. The fleeing tribes
The warriors were crowded behind the camp and trying to escape!
The red cat chief looked ahead reluctantly. Hundreds of red-haired warriors were still resisting but could not retreat at all. He finally gritted his teeth and growled ferociously.
"let's go!"
Dozens of the chief's personal guards waved war clubs and knocked down the defeated soldiers blocking the rear. Then, five hundred canine remnant soldiers escorted the chief and quickly retreated to the rear camp.
"The chief escaped!"
Desperate shouts echoed in the camp. The canine descendants turned their heads to look, and instantly lost all fighting spirit. Under the command of the battalion commander, the fastest vanguard barbarians rushed over and blocked the retreat passage. A large number of canine descendants
The descendants of the soldiers knelt down and surrendered, including hundreds of elite red-haired men.
The vanguard barbarian soldiers were already red-eyed. Facing the surrendered enemies, they continued to assassinate them ferociously. Soon more than two hundred surrendered soldiers were killed. It was not until the order from the leader of the Black Wolf arrived again that the killing in the camp gradually stopped.
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"The vanguard army has made great achievements in defeating the enemy, and will be rewarded greatly! Three hundred vanguards will be thrown, and they will continue to chase and defeat the enemy until they reach the enemy's rear camp! The remaining vanguards will rest for a quarter of an hour before escorting the prisoners back. The temple crossbowmen extinguished the flames and rested on the spot.
.Wait for the follow-up reinforcements to arrive and defeat the valley mouth in one fell swoop!"
"Ho! Praise the Lord God!"
Upon hearing the latest military order, the pioneers raised their heads and shouted, roaring in victory, praising the glory of the Lord God. In the sky, the American vulture circled closer again, savoring the scent of blood in the wind.
"Quack!"
The breeze blew up the smoke and dust, and the bright red seeped into the soil. The cry from the sky came, low and sad, like the expectation of the god of death.
This chapter has been completed!