Chapter 306: Battle of Taniguchi (Part 1)

The morning sun rose from the sky, illuminating the narrow valley and dispelling the tranquility of the night. Fierce war drums resounded throughout the sky, and the scavenging American eagles came upon hearing the sound, which was a sign before the feast began.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

A thousand temple crossbowmen were wearing cotton armor, holding heavy crossbows, and carrying obsidian war clubs on their backs. These temple crossbowmen belonged to the Royal Guard Corps and were selected from the temple guards. They were generally strong and skilled in martial arts, and could shoot at both long and short distances. The crossbowmen quickly entered the valley and soon arrived a hundred steps in front of the camp, ready to shoot.

"Ah!.Ah!"

More than a dozen temple warriors in the lead took out the skull-like death whistle together, put it to their mouths and blew it hard. The dying scream instantly sounded in front of the camp at the entrance of the valley, and spread far away in the wind. The number of dog-born warriors guarding the camp has increased to two thousand. Hearing this terrifying whistle for the first time, many warriors were shocked and terrified.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The fierce crossbow arrows came with the whistle, bringing the real screams of dying! More than a dozen tribal warriors were pierced by crossbow arrows and nailed to the soil or wooden walls, but they could not die quickly for a while, and could only bleed and howl in despair.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The second round of crossbow arrows came in an instant, nailed to the wooden fortress in the front camp, making a "doo-doo" sound. Hundreds of red-haired warriors gritted their teeth, crouched down, held the bows and arrows in their hands, and tried their best to endure the rain of arrows. At this distance, the hunting bows commonly used by the Guakili dog descendants could not hurt the crossbowmen wearing cotton armor at all.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The third round of arrow rain extended slightly to the back, and shot more than a dozen warriors to death. The impulsive dog descendants dodged everywhere and shouted angrily. There was some commotion in the camp for a while.

A red-haired captain bent his waist, looked at the situation in the camp for a while, and looked worried. He immediately stood up and hurried to the red cat flag in the center.

"Chief, the crossbows of the cactus tribe have too long a range, we can't shoot them at all! If we are beaten unilaterally like this, the morale of the warriors will be gone! Chief, let me take 500 warriors to attack their archers!"

The red-haired captain shouted loudly, his beast-like eyes eager for battle.

Mizli held a shield and stood under the red cat flag. The main force of the warriors in the tribe were guarding here, so he naturally had to command in person. The red cat chief first looked at the crossbowmen's war sticks, and then looked at the vanguard barbarians following closely behind. He thought for a while and gritted his teeth.

"Charge! Withdraw half of the tribal warriors back to the camp to avoid the rain of arrows and wait for the enemy to rush up before attacking!"

Soon, the chief sent an envoy and ordered to shrink the defense. Half of the tribal warriors shouted and retreated to the back in a mess. Only the elite red-haired warriors were still holding their hunting bows, waiting to shoot near the wall of the village at any time.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Seeing the enemy's mobilization, the crossbow battalion commander waved a small flag. The temple crossbowmen approached twenty steps forward, and the fourth round of crossbow arrows shot directly at the flag in the center of the camp.

The whistling rain of arrows came on, bringing the sound of death! Several chieftains' guards screamed and fell to the ground, with blood flowing out. The shield in Mizli's hand was hit continuously. He bent his waist, took advantage of the impact, and quickly retreated, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Damn it! The Aztecs' horizontal bow is so powerful!"

Mizli wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked at the tribal flag, which had many arrow holes on it. He looked at the dead and wounded guards again, and anger rose in his chest.

"I will send out warriors to tear these crossbowmen to pieces! Come on."

"Praise the Lord Huitzilopochtli! He has given us the power of destruction! We must spread His glory!"

A burst of fanatical shouts suddenly came like thunder, echoing in the narrow valley, like the cry of a group of beasts. Mizli was startled and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw hundreds of cotton-armored barbarians standing in several rows, with wooden boxes placed nearby and dozens of leaders holding torches. They first raised their hands high and prayed to the sky. Then, hundreds of barbarians in the front row each picked up a clay ball as big as a human head. The barbarians paused in front of the torches, then rushed towards the camp shouting wildly.

"Dedicate yourself to God!"

"Hey, what is this?"

Mizli looked confused and looked at the loose barbarians charging. With just these few people, are they here to die?

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Another burst of crossbow arrows whizzed in, constantly suppressing the red-haired hunter on the low wall. The barbarians approached under the cover of crossbow arrows and soon came within forty steps.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The red-haired warriors began to show their heads and shoot fiercely at the barbarians. More than twenty barbarians in the front fell to the ground in an instant, and the smoking balls in their hands rolled down the hillside. But their formation was loose enough and their morale was high enough, and the remaining barbarians still charged enthusiastically with the balls.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The crossbowmen increased their shooting speed. The fierce rain of arrows attacked the wall! Nearly ten red-haired warriors who showed their heads were shot and fell to the ground, which made Mizli feel heartbroken.

"Ah, despicable Aztecs, they actually used a small force to trick the enemy!"

The crossbow arrows suppressed the top of the city, and the remaining half of the barbarians finally rushed up the slope and came to the wall of the village. The low wall of the village was only half a person high, and behind it was a large group of red-haired hunters shooting. The barbarians suddenly roared and threw the ball of divine power at the defenders.

"Praise the Lord God, the divine power is coming!"

"Hmm?"

Beside the wall of the village, the red-haired captain's eyes flashed with murderous light. He first raised his hand and shot an arrow, aiming at the enemy's eyes, and shot a barbarian who was close to him to death. Then, with a confused look on his face, he looked at the smoking pottery ball under his feet.

"What is this? A pottery jar? Still smoking?"

The red-haired captain lowered his head and reached out to touch the sharp-angled surface of the pottery ball. Then, he narrowed his eyes and put his head close to the small mouth of smoke.

"Boom!"

The pottery caltrops weighing several kilograms suddenly exploded with a thunderous roar! The red-haired captain was like a small tree in the wind. In an instant, his back bent, his body cracked, and flames burst out from top to bottom, turning him into a corpse. Countless sharp pottery corners exploded, and the remaining corpse in front of him was shot into a sieve.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Dozens of pottery caltrops exploded one after another, and large bursts of flames burst out, and billowing smoke rose in an instant! More than 200 dog-born warriors screamed and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground. More tribal warriors were shocked by the explosion and fell into chaos. They ran, making meaningless howls, shouting the names of their ancestors and priests.

Mizli's eyes turned red instantly. In just a moment, he saw fifty or sixty elite red-haired warriors being killed or wounded in the enemy's terrifying attack.

"Witchcraft! Witchcraft! This is the witchcraft of the Aztecs! Guards, charge forward, calm people's hearts, and kill the barbarians who released the witchcraft!"

Hundreds of the chief's guards immediately rushed to the wall of the stockade with the seized war clubs. While they shouted loudly to calm the chaotic warriors, they waved their weapons to surround and kill the remaining barbarians. The first batch of barbarians crossed the stockade wall, roaring and fighting hard, disrupting the situation in the stockade, but they were destined to die.

The thick smoke and the constant shouting and killing weakened the shooting of both sides. Outside the stockade, under the weak rain of arrows, the second batch of hundreds of barbarians quickly rushed up the slope. They shouted the name of the main god, came to the stockade wall, and threw the ball of divine power again.

"The God of War is coming!"

The pottery ball rolled and fell into the crowd of dog races. This time, most of the dog race warriors were terrified and dodged randomly, colliding into a ball. It's just that the camp is small and there are many places that cannot be avoided.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The pottery caltrops exploded again, and the gunpowder rose up, igniting the wood in the camp and the dogs running around. The broken pottery pieces flew everywhere, carrying huge kinetic energy, like sharp pottery arrows. The pottery arrows cut through the cloth of the tribal warriors, cut their bodies, and even shot into their heads and necks. The shrill screams suddenly sounded like a rainstorm in the rainy season, splashing everywhere.

"Roar! Sacrifice for God!"

After throwing the pottery caltrops, dozens of surviving barbarians took off the copper spears and shields behind them, jumped over the wall of the camp, and rushed into the camp frantically. The chaos in the camp was spreading rapidly, and the hunters' shooting almost stopped completely.

At the mouth of the valley, the black wolf Toltec looked at the vanguard camp that rushed into the camp again and laughed with satisfaction.

"Good! Very good! Although the divine power sphere does not distinguish between friend and foe, it is truly extremely powerful, just like the arrival of divine power!"

After praising, Black Wolf waved the flag again and shouted angrily.

"The opportunity for war has arrived! Vanguard throwers, temple crossbowmen, all close combat charge! Seize the camp for me!"