Chapter 568 Ambush and Killing

"Yo!"

The mountains are vast and surrounded by dense forests. The Tehuacan Valley is full of greenery, and the ancient temple is faintly visible on the top of the mountain. The loud eagle cry rises high in the mountains and forests, like a sign of death, suddenly shrouding the hearts of the Mixtec warriors!

"Awoo! Kill! Kill them!"

The fierce wolf howls came one after another, accompanied by shouts of boiling murderous intent. Thousands of dog warriors with tattoos and dyed hair, all wearing cotton armor, wielding copper spears, jumped out from the hidden grass and trees. Many red-haired dog warriors still held cheap bamboo bows in their hands. They stood on a high place, aimed slightly, and shot a round of sharp copper arrows at the scattered Mixtec front!

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Dozens of steps away, a sharp rain of arrows rushed in the face, bringing the howl of death. After a few breaths, it was the miserable howl of the injured Mixtec warriors!

"Damn it! The despicable northern barbarians set an ambush!"

Seeing a large group of northern barbarians showing up, holding bows and spears, the vanguard Rain God Warrior Richie's expression changed. He immediately bent down and hid behind the tall trees, and the sharp arrow wind brushed his hair.

A large rain of arrows came swiftly, so accurate and powerful. In an instant, the hundreds of Mixtec pioneers who chased bravely suffered heavy losses. A full fifty or sixty warriors who rushed to the front were killed in the first round of attacks. And followed closely by the second and third rounds of arrow rain.

"Such a powerful arrow!"

The Rain God Warrior Richie pursed his lips, clenched his spear, and felt powerless in his heart. He raised his shield and carefully looked around the forest. The Mexica Legion had already prepared for an ambush and occupied the high ground of the forest. At such a close distance, facing the powerful bow, the warriors' cotton armor could not resist at all!

"Damn it! We must lead the elite troops, rush forward from both sides, and defeat the archers on the high ground!"

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Arrows flew, spears fell, piercing the flesh and blood, flowing with vitality. Richie, the Rain God Warrior, crouched, gritted his teeth, and thought about the strategy of the battle. But soon, he didn't have to worry about it: a more intense shouting and killing suddenly broke out from his side and rear, that was the position of the commander of the central army!

"Swoosh!"

A bronze arrow flew in with great force. At the commander of the central army, a Mixtec guard holding a shield fell down. A large amount of blood splashed from his neck and poured into his vain mouth, like a fish spitting on the beach.

"No! Waka! My nephew!"

The military leader of Shenshi City, Blue Snake Guku, was bloodshot. He looked at his nephew who died in battle, and his heart was extremely painful. This was his destined heir!

The Mixtec tribes have ancient heritages, ranging from hundreds to thousands of years. Their power class has long been stable, nobles are born, theocracy is hereditary, and they follow the decentralized tribal democracy. The leaders of each tribe take turns to serve as the rulers of important city-states through the election of the headman. The family tribe is their power base, and the loose tribal power is inherited among outstanding family warriors who can convince the public. In other words, they are still in the late tribal system and have not developed the feudal art of "fatherly love and son filial piety" and "brotherly friendship and brotherly respect".

"Rain God!"

Blue Snake Guku gritted his teeth, hurriedly raised his shield and lowered his body, while shouting angrily and fearfully.

"Quick! Hold on! Guards, send a message to the warriors in the back, let them support quickly and fight for the Rain God!"

"Swoosh!"

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 at a distance of a hundred steps. This time, it shot seventy or eighty steps and nailed directly on the branch. Black Wolf's brows furrowed immediately.

"Damn it! The forests in the south are so dense!"

The southern mountains and forests are obstructed, and there is no openness like the northern plateau. The power of the bow and arrow is only a few dozen steps. This ambush will ultimately depend on the warriors' weapons to decide the outcome!

Black Wolf shook his head, lowered his bow, and straightened his spine. He looked at the battlefield in the forest, and after just a moment, a confident smile appeared on his face.

"Yes! The Tlaxcala surrendered soldiers who lured the enemy were defeated very well!"

In front of him, the Mixtec warriors who were suddenly attacked were like a chaotic herd of deer, colliding left and right in the forest, unable to take care of each other. They were scattered in the pursuit, and there was no formation at all. Hundreds of vanguards were directly suppressed by the rain of arrows, and thousands of guards were even a mile away.

At this moment, a thousand personal guards led by Black Wolf were divided into two teams and rushed out from the left and right wings. They were wearing armor and broke into the enemy's center at the same time, killing the towering Mixtec flag!

"Kill! Kill them!"

"Go in! The one with the feathered back is the Mixtec commander!"

"Chief Black Wolf said! That head is worth 800 acres of fertile land and 40 fertile women!"

During the pre-war mobilization, Black Wolf informed the legion and promised a reward of a first-class military noble. Whether you are a dog warrior, a Purépecha warrior, a Tekos tribe warrior, or a Tlaxcala surrendered soldier, as long as you can kill the Mixtec commander in battle, you will be directly promoted to a first-class noble, and be granted land and slaves!

Black Wolf's Guajili Legion is the sharp edge of the army. It must be the vanguard in every battle, with the most gains and the greatest casualties. This legion has always maintained a staff of 8,000 warriors, and also has a battalion of thousands of surrendered soldiers.

The constant losses and replenishment have caused the composition of the legion's soldiers to change rapidly. Today, it has changed from a pure dog army to a mixed army that gathers warriors from various tribes and only values ​​bravery regardless of background.

The brave commander of the legion, the experienced officers, the large amount of looting, and the generous military rewards brought together the fierce warriors who had experienced life and death and came from various backgrounds, and formed the wild and fierce Guajili War Group!

"Swish!"

Two hundred Mexica warriors, as the spearheads of the two-wing assault, wore solid bronze armor, wielded sharp copper axes, chopped the blocking Mixtec warriors into persimmons, and rushed out a passage directly into the enemy formation.

Thousands of dog-born warriors wore leather armor, stabbed with short spears, and shouted and fought. They passed the armored warriors, rushed quickly, and killed directly around the Mixtec feather flag, surrounding the desperate enemy commander, Blue Snake Guku, leaving no chance for escape.

"No! I am the respected descendant of the blue snake god! I am the descendant of the rain god! You cruel northern barbarians, the rain god will send down corrosive rain, like the poison of dart frogs, to destroy your faces and your souls. Ugh!!"

"Ha! How can you say so much when you are about to die?"

The red deer Masat swung the copper axe and chopped down the blue snake Guku with one axe. The leader's feathers, which symbolized divinity, were scattered all over the ground, and the bright feathers were covered with dust and mud, disappearing from the eyes of all Mixtec warriors. Then, Masat smiled foolishly and knelt on one knee. He held down the descendant of the god with one hand and raised the copper axe with the other hand, and chopped it hard!

"Crack! Wow!"

The blood of the descendant of the god dyed Masat'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 his head with his right hand, unwilling to open his eyes. He was triumphant, facing the direction of the black wolf, looking at the red frog and red monkey who were one step behind, and shouted the declaration of victory.

"Lord God bless me, I run the fastest! The first credit of this battle, and forty fertile women, are all mine! Haha!"

Hmm, the cat poked its head out. I have been in the cave for a month, dreaming for a thousand years, and my mind has gone through a lot. I tried my best to come out of seclusion and take a careful look. Are the readers' cats still there? Meow meow