Chapter 297 The Attack of the Black Wolf

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The drums of the attack sounded fiercely. 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 and yellow rattan hats. They held long bamboo bows, a bag of cheap reed bone arrows hanging on 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 close combat, so they maintain light mobility.

Looking at the approaching group of archers, the canine people shouted nervously. The hunters raised their hunting bows one after another, relying on the terrain of the hill, and shot hard outside the camp. It's just that the hunting bow was short, and the flying bone arrows were shot dozens of steps away before they ran out of power and pierced the archers' paper armor without causing any damage.

"Bit, beep!"

Accompanied by two short flutes, the longbow militiamen stopped and immediately drew their bows and nocked arrows. This place is about sixty steps away from the camp. It is difficult for the canine's hunting bow to damage the paper armor of the archers, but the archers' long bow can easily break through the canine's cloth.

"Drip!. Whoosh!"

The sharp flute sounded, and the leading bow warriors suddenly released their fingers and conducted the first round of test firing. Dozens of long arrows crossed a short half arc and stuck diagonally on the wooden fence. The canine people burst into laughter and curses. Then, the bow warriors adjusted their angles, led the archers behind them, and fired directly!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Thousands of reed arrows pierced the sky, like rising birds, and shot into the dog-born camp with the roar of death! Hundreds of dog-born people were injured on the spot and fell to the ground, screaming in agony and dripping with blood. The red rat tribe suddenly became chaotic and noisy, just like a group of rats exploding their nest.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The second round of arrow rain struck again. Dozens of impulsive canine warriors wanted to open the camp door and rush out, but they made the best arrow targets; other warriors lay low and hid behind fences and thatched huts to avoid the deadly arrows.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

A dozen red-haired warriors roared loudly and commanded the chaotic tribe, but the third round of arrow rain struck again, turning them into hedgehogs!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The whistling rain of arrows fired five rounds in a row, and there were hundreds of unlucky canine descendants on the ground. Toltec looked at the chaotic tribal camp that was out of command and curled his lips in disdain. He pointed the flag forward again, and the sound was like thunder.

"Vanguard Throw, Charge!"

"Roar! The Lord God protects you! Kill!"

Two thousand Tekos barbarians shouted excitedly and rushed forward with a low roar.

As royal guards, these barbarian mercenaries were selected from prisoners of war and surrendered tribes during the Western Expeditions. They have always been agile and sturdy, and are good at throwing in close combat. After converting to the Lord God, they regard life and death as nothing. They are also the best melee vanguards, capable of throwing dangerous caltrops during siege battles. Of course, attacking such a small tribal camp does not require consuming explosive weapons that were transported with great difficulty.

At this moment, the barbarian pioneers were wearing dark green Mexica cotton armor and sturdy rattan hats. They were holding sharp copper spears in one hand and two cheap obsidian javelins in the other. They moved extremely fast and were within twenty steps of the camp in a matter of seconds. Hiding tribal hunters began to emerge, shooting sparse arrows. The pioneers ran faster and raised their arms, responding with accurate javelins.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

At a distance of ten steps, the power of the javelin is so great! The thrown javelin passed directly through the gap in the fence, pierced the chest and abdomen of the hunters who were struggling to resist, and nailed them to the ground, letting out a miserable howl that was not like a human voice!

Soon, the sound of "dong dong" logging sounded violently. The leading pioneer warrior took out a copper ax and slashed at the fence and camp gate. The barbarian soldiers behind threw out ropes, tied the broken camp gate, and then pulled it all together.

"Crack!"

The wood broke, making a sharp "click" sound, and the camp door suddenly burst open! The vanguard warrior swung his ax again, and the red agouti flag was cut off in the middle and fell to the ground, trampled under the feet of the warriors. The sacred totem dropped and can no longer protect the tribe! The canine descendants suddenly cried out in despair.

"Hoar, roar, kill!"

Hundreds of dark green figures roared with excitement and charged into the camp ferociously. They thrust out their bronze spears and used their full strength without mercy to kill any figure who was still resisting. They quickly fought their way from the gate of the camp to the leader's longhouse in the center of the tribe!

Hundreds of canine warriors wielding stone hammers and wooden shields struggled to resist in front of the longhouse, but were pierced one after another by the surrounding copper spears. Soon, a capable red-haired warrior let out a scream, covered the bloody hole in his chest, and fell down slumped.

"Chief Agouti!"

The canine descendants shouted in panic, losing their last bit of morale. They threw away their weapons one after another, knelt down in front of the powerful enemy, gave up all struggle, and allowed themselves to be at the mercy of fate.

Under the hill, Toltec laughed. In front of an outstanding commander, victory was so easy! Then, he looked at the camp for a while and frowned again.

Commander Black Wolf summoned a personal guard and gave some instructions. The personal guard nodded and came forward with a large group of warriors and accompanying war priests.

After a while, the killings in the camp stopped completely. The barbarian vanguards were covered in blood, escorting young and strong prisoners who could still walk, and filed out of the camp. The priests looked kind and comforted the frightened dog descendants, and then asked the warriors to take the children away.

In the wailing camp, the warriors searched for a while and then returned to report to the commander.

As expected, this ordinary dog ​​tribe, although with nearly 2,000 people, was extremely poor. There were not even any mice in the storage tent, only a dozen bags of food, barely enough for 2,000 people to survive until the autumn harvest. Then there were bark, grass roots, cactus, yucca, various insects, mouse meat, some questionable dried meat, and a few baskets of strange herbs to fill their stomachs. The only valuable thing was the few bundles of fur in the innermost part, ranging from mouse skin to bear skin.

"These poor dog tribes! After a fight, they couldn't even get back the cost of the arrows."

Looking at the looted harvest, Toltec shook his head. He waved his hand coldly, and the barbarians ignored the low wailing on the ground, waved torches, and set fire to the longhouse, straw hut and tent.

Soon, the camp on the hill turned into a sea of ​​fire. The black smoke rose violently, erasing all traces. The wailing gradually subsided, and even the sound of 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 looting, the battle lasted about an hour. The attacking camp only lost a dozen people and injured dozens of people, but completely destroyed the 2,000-man dog camp and captured a thousand prisoners.

Black Wolf glanced at the captured prisoners, all of whom were young and strong dog men and women. The Mexica warriors had strung them neatly with tough hemp ropes. They had done this kind of prisoner-catching work countless times.

"Well, there are indeed very few old and weak people in the Guajili tribe. If they are sent to the south, they will be slaves suitable for farming. The nobles and warriors have divided so many fields, and finally they can have strong men to serve!"

Thinking of this, Toltec nodded with satisfaction. He looked at his confidant beside him and gave an order proudly.

"Tupa, I'll give you two hundred men! Take all these young captives to Mespa in the back. Tell him to arrange some men to send them to the rear army camp for His Highness to take a look! His Highness likes young men the most!"

"Yes, sir! Boss, shouldn't we wait for General Mespa? He still has three thousand warriors."

"What are you waiting for? To sweep the dog tribe quickly, we need to take advantage of the mice before they react. We need to wipe out as many nests as possible! Otherwise, who knows where they will go? I don't have the time to catch mice all over the mountains. The Pams warriors are not well disciplined and move too slowly. We only need to take a few scouts as guides for the legion, and the rest will stay behind to slowly receive the captives!"

Black Wolf waved his hand proudly. Then, he identified the direction and waved the flag to the northwest.

"The whole army will take a 25-minute break! We will kill the next tribe before tonight!"

"Roar!"

The warriors' roars instantly rang out in the wilderness, drowning out a low dog bark in the bushes.

"Ah! He saw us and waved his flag at us!"

Ivikan raised his head in horror, uttered a low cry, and almost turned and ran away immediately.

"Shut your dog mouth! Ivikan, they didn't move! Two hundred steps away, as long as we wear a rattan hat, no one can see us in the bushes!"

Amosi quickly reached out and pressed Ivikan to the ground. Ivikan trembled all over for a long time before he calmed down. He stared at the burning camp with wide eyes and deep fear on his face.

"Ancestor! Amosi, how long has it been since we fought? The Red Rat Tribe of 2,000 people is finished just like that?"

"Ivikan, your eyes have always been better than mine, can't you see it yourself?"

Amosi was also shocked. He answered unhappily.

"Half of the Red Rat Tribe went to see their ancestors, and half were captured. It couldn't be more ruined!"

"Ah, Amosi, the Red Rat Tribe is ruined! Why didn't they escape?"

"Escape? When we just survived the cold wave, ordinary tribes were eating people, so where would they get food to escape? Do you think they are all like your Red Fox Tribe? There are many red-haired warriors, they robbed a lot of food, and the leader is treacherous!"

"Oh! Chief Otuwa is really smart. He has been robbing all the way and never fought a battle that he lost!"

Hearing this evaluation, Ivekan was a little proud. He nodded in agreement and spoke in a low voice.

"Amoxi, we've seen everything we need to see. Let's hurry back to the tribe and report the intelligence to the leaders! The Cactus Tribe is so good at fighting, we need to let the leaders think about what to do."

"Okay! We really can't stay in the south any longer, let's go now!"

In the bushes, two red-haired warriors bent their bodies, took a last look at the black smoke on the hill, and then left quietly along the back of the ridge. In the sky, several black American eagles came, smelling the blood. They circled up and down, making quacking sounds, looking forward to a more sumptuous meal.