Chapter 336 Attack

"Whoosh!"

The fired crossbow arrows were like flying birds, suppressing the hunters on the wall. Nearly ten dog-born warriors were hit by arrows and fell from a high place, letting out shrill howls. Then, a "bang bang" sound came from the rocks, and the screams stopped.

"Ah, the Mexica's bows and arrows are so powerful when shot upward!"

Alan lowered his body nervously and hid in the corner between the mountain wall and the village wall. The death crossbow bolt shot over her head and landed in the camp behind her, making a "duh" sound as it hit the wood. From time to time, the wails of the wounded could be heard. She clenched her hunting bow uneasily, and her mouth was very dry. Although she was used to small-scale battles and had hunted down more than a dozen warriors from hostile tribes, this was her first time participating in a battlefield with tens of thousands of people.

"Alan, it's okay! This position is very good. As long as you hide well, the Mexica's bows and arrows can't shoot. Just wait for their warriors to rush up, and the bows and arrows will stop!"

The young militiaman Chippawa whispered comfort. Alan turned his head and saw Chippawa already lying flexibly behind the wall. He placed the spear horizontally by his feet, pushing a huge round rock in his hand, and peering down from the gap between the wall and the rock. Then he let out a nervous cry.

"They're coming up!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The passionate war drums beat continuously, boosting the spirit of the warriors and giving the order to charge! Two thousand Otopan warriors held their large shields high, divided into several teams, and charged towards the wall one after another. The hunters on the wall began to fight back, and bone arrows fell like a shower, hitting their shields fiercely. Soon, the first group of 500 warriors braved the rain of arrows and rushed within thirty steps. The pioneer warriors shouted and howled as they began to climb the final steep slope.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Thousands of red-haired hunters poked their heads out and continued to shoot arrows ferociously! At this distance, their shooting accuracy was terrifyingly high, and every arrow hit the vital point. The climbing warriors could not cover their bodies with shields, so they were hit by arrows in the head and face, and rolled down the slope with howls.

In just two or three rounds of arrows, more than a hundred warriors were killed! And when the vanguard warriors climbed up the steep slope and approached the village wall, heavy stones were thrown down on them, causing severe head injuries and bleeding. After only a moment of brutal upward attack, the first team of warriors began to waver. Some warriors even stopped on the steep slope and raised their wooden shields to defend themselves.

"Supervise the team to step forward, those who retreat will die! Continue to charge and devote yourself to the Lord God!"

Giová, wearing heavy armor and wielding a war club, stood at the foot of the steep slope in front of the camp. He roared loudly and led his personal guards with longbows to personally supervise the battle.

"Kill the greedy canine and take back our land!"

"Kill the canine! Take back the land!"

The second group of five hundred warriors responded to the call and immediately launched a desperate charge. The bone arrows on the camp fell from high places, becoming more and more fierce. Many red-haired hunters unanimously targeted Giowa, who was supervising the battle, and quickly shot his cloth armor into hedgehog skin.

"Go forward twenty steps and shoot against the wall!"

Barda also got angry. He held up his shield and personally led the crossbowmen forward. The crossbowmen came closer and fired a hail of arrows, killing a dozen red-haired hunters. The hunters fought back fiercely, shooting down several crossbowmen. Immediately, the crossbowmen from both sides began to shoot at each other, and arrows rained alternately in the air. Under the cover of the crossbowmen, the second group of warriors quickly approached the wall, and the third group of warriors then launched a charge.

"Whoosh!"

Alan popped his head up, narrowed his eyes, and shot an arrow quickly. A climbing Otopan warrior covered his cheek, raised his head and rolled down the mountain. His shield fell, hitting the warrior behind him. The man was stunned, then continued to climb!

"Their morale is very high!"

Alan glanced worriedly before falling down behind the wall.

"call out!"

A sharp crossbow arrow grazed her red hair and hit the mountain wall with a powerful "bang" sound. The power of the crossbow bolt was exhausted, and the bullet fell into the camp behind.

"Alan, are you okay?"

Anxious shouts came from the side. Alan turned his head and saw Chippawa lying motionless on the spot, still pushing the huge rock, with only half of his face exposed.

"Chippawa, what are you doing?"

Alan blinked in confusion.

"I'm throwing stones."

Chippawa answered hesitantly.

"Okay! The Otomi are climbing up! Archery is too dangerous, I'll throw stones with you!"

Alan moved quickly and climbed to the rock in two steps. She squinted her eyes, looked at the direction of the Otomi warriors, and pushed the boulder down without hesitation!

".Alan!"

"Bang!! Bang bang!"

A dull crash sounded from under the wall, accompanied by the muffled sound of broken bones. Then, the sound of collisions continued to be heard, as well as the warriors' exclamations. The boulder rolled down the rugged steep slope, getting faster and faster, and with irresistible power, it rushed straight towards Giowa, who was supervising the battle.

"Damn it!"

Giowa was covered with arrows and remained motionless. However, when the boulder hit him, he finally couldn't hold it any longer. Prince Coyote roared and threw himself aside like a hound.

"boom!!"

The boulder knocked down a longbow guard, making a tooth-piercing impact. Then the boulder ran over the bodyguard, smashed into the gentle mountain road, and sunk deeply into the soil. The bodyguard spewed blood from his mouth, his chest was sunken, and he was dead before his eyes.

Giowa got up from the ground in fear. He became angry and waved his war stick, pointing towards the wall where the boulder had fallen.

"Longbow guards, shoot for me!"

"Ah, ah!"

Rain of arrows flew back and forth, taking the lives of the archers. Rocks rolled down, knocking down the warriors' bodies. And the dying howls echoed in the mountains, just like the increasingly brutal fighting.

On the steep slope one or two miles wide, the Ottopan warriors paid a heavy price and finally attacked the wall of the village. With red eyes, they waved their weapons and fought with the thousands of dog descendants guarding!

"Kill!"

Several warriors climbed up the low wall near the mountain wall, back to back, and fought with the tribal warriors in the front. Although this place is remote, Prince Giova has designated to attack this place, and there are not many enemies defending it.

A brave warrior swung his war stick and killed three dog descendants in succession. Then, a sneak attack of stone spears came from the side and was blocked by the shield of his companion behind him. The brave warrior tilted his head slightly, and a war stick swept across, knocking down the sneak attacking warrior.

"Puff!"

The companion behind him stepped forward, stabbed out the bronze spear, and stabbed it into the enemy lying on the ground. Then the bronze spear was pulled out, and a large amount of blood splashed everywhere.

Chipawa's face was splattered with blood, and he held the spear and trembled all over. His steps were weak and he retreated unconsciously. This kind of cowardly behavior was the most likely to arouse the opponent's killing intent in the eyes of the warrior. The brave warrior grinned, waved his war stick, and strode to kill.

"Kill!"

The fierce war stick slashed across, making a low whistling sound of breaking through the air, but it slashed into nothing. The brave warrior raised his eyebrows. The young dog in front of him had weak steps and was so scared that he suddenly sat down on the ground, causing him to lose his hand. But it didn't matter. The enemy who sat down closed his eyes and did not resist at all, but just waited for death.

The warrior grinned cruelly and turned the direction of the war stick. He aimed at the enemy's neck and was about to chop it down.

"Swoosh!"

A precise feather arrow came and pierced deeply into his neck. The brave warrior "ho ho" twice, then lost all his strength and sat down on the ground. Chipawa and the warrior faced each other, and then suddenly burst into screams.

"Ah! Ah!"

The young militia picked up the spear and desperately stabbed the dead warrior. The dog warriors behind finally came to support and fought with the remaining warriors. Alan looked at Chipawa for a moment, shook her head, but said nothing. She raised her hunting bow again and aimed at the enemy who was close at hand.

After a half-minute of fighting, there were casualties. The third team of warriors shouted and climbed onto the top of the wall, but were repelled by the fierce resistance of the dog people. A large number of entangled corpses were left on the top of the wall, and the cruel fight paused for a while,

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The whistling crossbow arrows attacked again, shooting the hunters on the top of the wall to death. Then, under Giova's strict order, the fourth team of warriors was about to continue the charge!