The mountains are vast and surrounded by dense forests. The Tehuacán Valley is full of green, and the ancient temple is looming on the top of the mountain. The loud eagle cries high in the mountains and forests, like a harbinger of death, suddenly enveloped the hearts of the Mixtec warriors!
"Ouch! Kill! Kill them!"
Ferocious wolf howls came one after another, accompanied by shouts of boiling murderous intent. Thousands of canine warriors with tattooed faces and dyed hair, all wearing cotton armor and brandishing copper spears, jumped out from the hidden vegetation. Many red-haired canine warriors held their hands.
, also holding cheap big bows made of bamboo. They stood on a high place, took a slight aim, and then shot a round of sharp copper arrows towards the scattered Mixtec front line!
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Dozens of steps away, a fierce rain of arrows hit us, bringing with it the roar of death. A few breaths later, there was the miserable howl of an injured Mixtec warrior!
"Damn it! The despicable northern barbarians actually set up an ambush for a sneak attack!"
Seeing the large group of northern barbarians showing their figures, holding bows and spears, the expression of the pioneer Rain God Warrior Rich changed. He immediately leaned down and hid behind the tall trees, and the sharp wind of arrows brushed against his face.
hair.
The large rain of arrows struck quickly, so precise and powerful. In an instant, the hundreds of Mixtec pioneers who pursued bravely suffered heavy losses. A full fifty or sixty warriors at the forefront were killed in the first round.
He was killed in the attack. What followed was the second and third rounds of arrow rain.
"Such a powerful arrow missing!"
Richie, the Rain God Warrior, pursed his lips, tightened his grip on the spear, and felt helpless in his heart. He held up his shield and carefully looked around the forest. The Mexica Army had long been prepared for an ambush and occupied the heights of the forest. At such a close distance,
At such a distance, facing the powerful bow, the warriors' cotton armor could not resist it!
"Damn it! We must lead our elite troops to rush forward from both sides and defeat the archers at high places!"
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
Arrows flew away, spears fell, penetrated the flesh and blood body, and flowed with vitality. The rain god warrior Richie lay down, gritting his teeth, thinking about the battle strategy. But soon, he did not need to worry about this: the wave became more intense
The cry of killing suddenly erupted from his side and rear. That was the direction of the commander-in-chief of the Chinese army!
"Whoosh!"
A bronze arrow flew with incomparable force. At the central army headquarters, a Mixtec guard holding a shield fell down at the sound. A large amount of blood splashed from his neck, and poured in again.
His mouth opened in vain, like a foaming fish on the beach.
"No! Waka! My nephew!"
The military leader of Shenshi City, Blue Snake Guku's eyes were splitting. He looked at his nephew who was killed in the battle, and felt extremely painful in his heart. This was his destined heir!
The Mixtec tribes have ancient traditions, ranging from hundreds of years to thousands of years. Their power hierarchy has long been stable, the noble race is born, the theocracy is hereditary, and they follow the tribal democracy with decentralized power. The leaders of each tribe take turns to hold important positions through the election of the chief.
The leaders of the city-state. The family tribe is the basis of their power, and the loose tribal power is passed down among the family warriors who are outstanding and able to convince the crowd... In other words, they are still in the late stage of the tribal system and have not developed
The feudal arts of "father is kind and son is filial" and "brother, friend and brother are respectful".
"Rain God!"
Blue Snake Guku gritted his teeth, hurriedly raised his shield and lowered his body, shouting in anger and fear.
"Quick! Hold on! Personal guards, send the message to the warriors in the back, and ask them to come up quickly to support and fight for the Rain God!"
"Whoosh!"
The black wolf Toltec stood on a high place, raised a hundred-pound bow, and aimed at the Mixtec flag. He squinted his eyes and shot another arrow from a hundred steps away. This time, he shot
After seventy or eighty steps, he was nailed straight to the branch. The black wolf's brows suddenly furrowed.
"Damn it! The forests in the south are so dense!"
The mountains and forests in the south are blocking the way, and without the openness of the northern plateau, the power of bows and arrows is only a few dozen steps. In the end, the victory of this ambush will depend on the swords of the warriors!
The black wolf shook his head, lowered his big bow, and straightened his spine. He looked at the battlefield in the forest, and after just looking for a moment, a confident smile appeared on his face.
"Not bad! The Tlaxcala troops who lured the enemy to surrender were defeated very well!"
In front of his eyes, the Mixtec warriors who were suddenly attacked were like a chaotic herd of deer, charging left and right in the forest, with no one in sight. They were scattered in pursuit, with no formation at all. Hundreds of forwards were directly hit by a hail of arrows.
Suppressed, thousands of defenders were even as far away as a mile away.
At this moment, the bodyguard warriors led by a thousand black wolves were divided into two teams and rushed out from the left and right wings. Wearing armor and stomach, they broke into the enemy's center at the same time and charged towards the towering Mixtec flag.
!
"Kill! Kill them!"
"Charge in! The one with the feathers on his back is the commander of the Mixtecs!"
"Chief Black Wolf said it! That head is worth 800 acres of fertile fields and 40 fertile women!"
When mobilizing before the war, Black Wolf informed the entire legion and promised a reward for a first-class military noble. Whether you are a canine warrior, a Prepecha warrior, a warrior from the Tekos tribe, or a surrendered soldier from Tlaxcala, as long as you
A commander who can kill the Mixtecs will be directly promoted to a first-class noble, and be granted land and slaves!
Black Wolf's Guakili Legion is the sharp edge of the army and must be the vanguard in every battle. It gains the most and suffers the most casualties. This legion always maintains a strength of eight thousand warriors and also has thousands of troops to surrender to the army.
Continuous battle losses and replenishments have caused rapid changes in the composition of the legion's soldiers. Today, it has changed from a pure canine legion to a mixed legion that gathers warriors from various tribes, regardless of their origins, only in terms of bravery.
The brave commander of the army, the backbone of experienced officers, a large number of looting harvests, and Kang's generous military awards, brought together the fierce warriors who had experienced life and death and came from mixed origins, and condensed the wild and fierce Gua Ji.
Lee battle group!
"Bah!"
Two hundred Mexica warriors acted as the vanguard of the two-wing assault. They wore solid bronze armor and wielded sharp copper axes. They chopped the blocking Mixtec warriors into persimmons and rushed through a passage straight into the enemy's formation.
Thousands of canine warriors wore leather armor, thrust out short spears, and roared in fierce battle. They passed the armored warriors, charged quickly, and rushed straight to the Mixtec feather flag, surrounding the desperate enemy commander and the Blue Snake Guku.
Stay, leaving no chance for escape.
"No! I am the descendant of the venerable Blue Snake God! I am a descendant of the Rain God! You cruel northern barbarians, the Rain God will rain corrosive rain, like the poison of dart frogs, destroying your faces and destroying your souls.
..Well!
"
"Ha! How can you have so much to say when you are about to die?"
Red Deer Massat swung his copper axe, and chopped down the Blue Snake Guku with one blow. The leader's feathers, which symbolized divinity, were scattered on the ground. The bright feathers were covered with dust and mud, and disappeared from the eyes of all the Mixtec warriors.
In his eyes. Then, Massat smiled naively and knelt on the ground with one knee. He held down the god with one hand, raised the copper ax with the other, and slashed with all his strength!
"Kacha! Wow!"
The blood of the god descendant dyed Massat's battle clothes red, and also dyed the deer head on his battle clothes red. After a few breaths, he grinned, stood up, and raised a head with open eyes in his right hand.
. He was triumphant, facing the direction of the black wolf, looking at the red frog and red monkey coming one step behind, and shouted the declaration of victory.
"Blessed by the Lord God, I am the fastest runner! The first prize in this battle and the forty fertile women are all mine!...Haha!"
