Chapter 387 The Three Gods Are Dead, the Lord God Is Supreme!

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The sun rose, illuminating the blood-red stone city. After many years, the low drums of war once again sounded in the city of Kuramo. The bronze-armored leader under the pyramid beat the drum himself, and the large group of rebels shouted the slogans of the three gods and killed the pyramids one by one!

"Swoosh, swoosh!"

The first two hundred or so rebel archers lined up in a loose array, holding hunting bows and carrying reed arrows, and climbed to the bottom of the pyramid. They stopped and shot at the Mexica warriors above. Although the rebels' hunting bows were soft, they still shot and injured several warriors at such a close distance.

The old general Etalik raised his eyebrows. He waved the flag, and the Mexica warriors shrank upwards by several meters, entrenched in the upper part of the pyramid, forming a tighter battle formation. As long as they hold on to this last wave of offensive, the rebels will no longer be able to launch a strong attack. At that time, it will be his chance to counterattack.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

After the rebel archers shot three rounds, they paused for a while. Then, the drum beats became more urgent and the shouts became louder. More than 200 rebel javelin throwers, carrying javelins on their backs, climbed over the archers at the bottom and continued to climb to the middle of the pyramid. Soon, the fastest javelin throwers had already occupied the middle of the pyramid, raised their wooden and stone javelins, and prepared to throw them upwards.

Etalik immediately blew the war whistle and waved the red flag. The Mexica warriors put down their shields to cover their lower bodies. Then the royal army archers no longer saved arrows and quickly shot at the climbing javelin throwers.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

The enemy was close at hand, and the royal army archers were high above, using powerful longbows. However, after two rounds of shooting, 200 javelin throwers suffered heavy casualties and rolled down the stone steps. The stone steps were more than ten meters high, and the javelin throwers screamed and smashed at the bottom of the pyramid, leaving a glaring red. They only threw half a round of javelins in total, barely knocking down more than a dozen warriors.

Gulamo looked at this scene that seemed like a sacrifice, his face unchanged. He waved his hand violently, and another group of two hundred javelin throwers climbed up, with a loose formation.

Etalik frowned and ordered to shoot again.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

The sharp copper arrows pierced the bodies of the common people, bringing dying wails! Under the one-sided massacre, the rebels gradually collapsed halfway up, fled to the bottom of the tower in fear, and even jumped madly.

Gulamo gave orders to the guards with a blank expression. The purple grass warriors beheaded more than a hundred fleeing people in front of the formation, and then drove the third group of javelin throwers to attack.

The shooting on the pyramid finally became sparse. The arrows of the royal archers gradually ran out, and they were replaced with short spears and small shields. In the sparse feather arrows, the third group of javelin throwers barely climbed to the middle, took off the javelins behind them, threw a round randomly upwards, and then retreated in a hurry!

Seeing this scene, Etalik was stunned, and anger rose in his heart.

"Gulamo! You lying serpent!"

The third group of javelin throwers had no method in their upward shooting, and the javelins they threw were weak and inaccurate. How could these people be dangerous skilled throwers? They were clearly harmless newcomers!

Under the pyramid, Gulamo smiled slightly. Javelins are extremely powerful and more difficult to practice than bows and arrows. Among the three groups of javelin throwers, only the first group had 100 real throwers, and the next two groups were all forced to recruit on the spot, just carrying javelins for show. These people were dressed in cloth, and they were originally using their lives to consume the arrows of the king's army.

Poor residents of Kulamo City risked the extinction of their clan and rebelled with the Purple Grass Family, but they were used as firewood to consume arrows!

As the defeated army withdrew from the pyramid, Gulamo no longer hesitated. He encouraged loudly.

"Loyal warriors, brave militiamen! The brutal barbarian king in the north is dead! The loyal Prepecha warriors have all raised their troops! As long as we destroy the enemy in front of us, the city of Kuramo will return to the embrace of the three gods! When the Kingdom of Tarasco is restored, everyone will be rewarded and everyone can become a noble! Go ahead, the glory of the three gods bless us! Dedicate to Haratana!"

"Dedicate to Haratana!"

The main force of the rebels summoned up their fighting spirit and shouted together. Then, under the leadership of several leading warriors, thousands of rebels holding spears, stone hammers, and war clubs rushed to the pyramid, almost filling up the stone steps on all four sides.

Etalik looked around. On the east, west, and north sides, more than a dozen purple grass warriors led more than 500 rebel militiamen to climb up, and on the south side of the purple grass flag, nine bronze armored elites led 300 leather armored warriors, followed by 200 cloth-clad militiamen. The number of rebels was nearly four times that of Mexica warriors, and the royal archers had run out of arrows.

Etalic lowered his eyes. He took out the Aztec death whistle from his arms, looked up to the east of the Mexica Alliance, and blew it vigorously.

"Ah! Ah!"

The rebels rushed up the stone steps, and the brutal close combat finally began! Along the edge of the stone steps, the warriors of both sides thrust out their spears and pushed each other fiercely. The Mexica warriors took advantage of the terrain, stabbed down hard, and used shields to resist the assassination of the rebels.

A young Mexica warrior shouted, suddenly raised his arm, and stabbed down hard! The sharp copper spear pierced the neck of a Curamo militiaman, cut the artery, and pierced into the chest and back. A large burst of bright red shot out and sprayed the faces of the surrounding warriors. The militia screamed halfway, and fell obliquely towards the pyramid with the stuck copper spear. The Mexica warrior stumbled, unable to draw his weapon, and had to drop his spear. Then he drew the dagger from his waist, cut off the arm of another militiaman, and continued to hold up his shield for defense.

The purple grass warrior next to him saw the opportunity, bent slightly, and suddenly thrust upward. This spear accurately passed through the gap in the shield, pierced into the Mexica warrior's calf, and cut the connecting ligament. The young warrior screamed in pain. His feet softened and his body lost balance. Another militiaman's stone spear took the opportunity to stab, piercing the cotton armor randomly and penetrating his lower abdomen! The young warrior roared, grabbed the militia next to him, and fell from the pyramid more than ten meters high together, followed by two creepy "bang, bang"!

Under the gaze of the gods, the bloody fight gradually reached its climax. Both sides of the battle had no way out, and the commander's will was extremely determined. The melee fight gradually turned into a close-range fight, and life bloomed in the fight. A large amount of blood spurted out, completely dyeing the pyramid.

Etalik blew the death whistle while watching the battle.

The Mexica warriors deployed defenses on all four sides of the pyramid. The three sides attacked by the rebel militia were still in a stalemate, while the south side attacked by the purple grass warriors gradually fell into a disadvantage. Among these purple grass warriors, there were several agile warriors with outstanding martial arts, who kept killing the Mexica warriors who showed flaws.

The fierce fight lasted only two minutes, and the Mexica warriors lost more than 100 people, and the rebels also left 300 to 400 bodies. Seeing that the defense line in the south was about to be broken, Etalik finally stopped playing and waved the red flag in his hand.

"Heavy armor warriors, attack!"

Forty heavy armor warriors roared, holding bronze axes in both hands, and rushed to the gap in the south. They swung fiercely and cut the Kuramo militia in two! Just a charge, at least 20 to 30 rebels died. The rebels in the south immediately loosened their positions, and the purple grass warriors were pushed back several steps. They set up their spears, relying only on nine heavy armor elites to barely entangle with the heavy armor warriors.

The attack on the southern front was about to collapse, but a smile appeared on Guramo's lips. The Mexica's reserve troops had been used up! He waved the flag, and two or three hundred strong men were thrown into the south of the pyramid to block the retreat of the warriors in front. Then, he pointed to the west and shouted to the guards in front of him.

"Cranberry, Tudinggui, you take the guards and attack the west!"

"Yes, master."

The guards knelt down and saluted. Then, they took seventy or eighty guards and quickly climbed up along the west side of the pyramid. At this moment, all the elites in the hands of the two leaders above and below the pyramid have been put into the battlefield.

Etalik's expression did not change, and he raised the death whistle again, and his will to die sprouted in his heart. Although the heavy armored warriors were brave, they could only fight for two moments. Their physical strength was consumed very quickly and could not be recovered quickly. And the defense in the west would soon be unable to support it.

"Ah!.Ah!"

The shrill whistle sounded again, like the scream of the god of death. Guramo raised his lips and looked at the Mexica generals on the pyramid. As long as the royal army in the city is eliminated, a batch of armor and bows and arrows are seized, and three thousand men are recruited from the city, the rural militia is summoned, and relying on the solid stone walls, perhaps

"Woo!.Woo!"

The low sound of the horn suddenly came from the northern sky. Guramo's smile froze in an instant. Only the northern kingdom army would use this strange musical instrument obtained from the wilderness beast.

"Woo!.Woo!"

The low horn sounded again, shaking the sky. The warriors on both sides fighting above and below the pyramid were all stunned. Then, the morale of the Mexica warriors suddenly rose, and the morale of the Kuramo rebels fell to the bottom.

"Reinforcements are here!"

The war priest in the temple came out excitedly. He saw at the end of the sky, thousands of dark green warriors, holding the flag of the kingdom, approaching the edge of Kuramo City. He stood in front of the symbol of the main god and shouted loudly to all the warriors.

"Reinforcements have arrived!! This is the Lord's blessing! The three gods are dead, the Lord is supreme!"

"The three gods are dead, the Lord is supreme!!"