Chapter 709 Ambush, the Death of the Reinforcements

The summer is hot and the wind carries moist vapor. There are clouds gathering in the eastern sky, like a sign of rain. On both sides of the adobe river, there are lush green weeds and shrubs. A tribal army of several thousand people was marching rapidly along the west bank of the river to the upper reaches of the south.

It is said to be an army, but judging from the state of the march, it is clearly divided into two teams, the front and the back. Among the two thousand people at the front, there were some leaders wearing pointed hats, who were the main force of the Eastern Cone House. The two thousand people at the back, who used the bird feathers on their hats to show their dignity, were from the southwest of Hatori Castle.

The two tribal armies went south at the same time to support Hewan Village, but their motivations were different. The Coyote City Department stationed at Hewan Village is geographically close to the Conewu City Department. They both belong to the Eastern Totonak Alliance and are very close allies. Therefore, when the messenger from the Coyote City Department arrived at Jinwan City, the leaders of the Zhuowu City Department were the first to respond to support. The reason why the Hatori Castle Division followed south was to protect Hewanzhai, the node that connected with Hatori Castle on the upper reaches of the river, and prevent the army from being completely cut off from the city.

It had only been a day since the messenger asking for help arrived. As for the Totonak chiefs from other tribes in Golden Bay City, they are still arguing, and they have not come to a conclusion yet.

"These red-haired barbarians are harassing and shooting arrows back and forth, and they run so fast! They are like biting rabbits!"

The chief of Hatori Castle, Mazatel, puffed out his chest and stared angrily at the jungle to the west of the team.

A group of dozens of red-haired hunters were wearing leather armor and holding large bows. They were shooting arrows from a distance of one to two hundred steps. From time to time, marching tribal warriors would be wounded by cold arrows fired from a distance. These hunters are well-equipped, quite elite, and can run very fast. Mazatel had previously sent dozens of tribal warriors to chase them into the jungle, but in the end they were defeated and escaped.

"Damn the Mexicans! They actually equipped these barbarians who can run with strong leather armor, large bows that can shoot far, and sharp copper axes! Damn it, damn it!"

Chief Mazatel cursed several times, feeling angry. He looked around at the tribal forces under his command. Of the team of more than two thousand people, more than a thousand were tribal militiamen who were bare-chested and carrying stone spears. Seven to eight hundred were tribal warriors wearing battle clothes and carrying stone axes and javelins. Only the remaining One or two hundred people are the warriors wearing leather armor and carrying obsidian war clubs. The equipment gap between the two sides is obvious, and there is also a difference in the degree of bravery. Then send out a small team of warriors to chase and deliver food to the "rabbit" on the opposite side.

"Damn it, all the tribal warriors, come with me! Chase, catch up with them!"

After being harassed several more times, Mazatel could stand it no longer. He estimated that the physical strength of the barbarian opposite had been exhausted a lot. As long as a large group of warriors surrounded him and chased him, he would definitely not be able to escape! Once you catch up with the enemy, use more to defeat the smaller ones, and you can seize the leather armor and weapons.

"Blessed by Quetzalcoatl! Follow me, kill, kill them all!"

Mazatel held up his throwing spear and led hundreds of warriors, chasing the red-haired barbarian into the forest. The footsteps of both parties came one after another, trampling the bushes and weeds under their feet. Then, the footsteps before and after gradually got closer, and after a quarter of an hour, they even came together.

"Haha! I caught you!"

Mazatel shouted loudly, threw the spear in his hand, and shot it more than ten steps away, right into the chest of a red-haired hunter. The spear shot through the leather armor, blood spurted out wantonly, and the red-haired hunter's face showed surprise and disbelief. He tried his best to turn his head and looked deep into the forest, then smiled strangely and fell down softly.

"Haha! I caught you!"

Deep in the forest, the black wolf Toltec narrowed his eyes and drew his big bow silently. His eyes paused for a moment on the fallen red-haired hunter, and then focused on Chief Mazatel's crest. Judging from the other party's clothing and decoration, it is obvious that he is a noble tribal leader, or even the chief who leads the team.

"The Lord God bless you! Hit!"

"Whoosh!"

The bronze feather arrows flew away like lightning in the rainy season and like hummingbirds in the forest. The sound of breaking through the air came from far away, and Chief Mazatel turned his head when he heard the sound, with surprise and disbelief on his face. Then, with a "poof" sound, the sharp arrow accurately hit his neck, taking away his strong vitality.

"Quetzalcoatl protects. This is despicable"

Chief Mazatel fell down in the weeds before he finished speaking. He heard the exclamations of the tribal warriors beside him, and also heard more sharp arrows coming through the air. Then, the screams of the soldiers suddenly came, and more footsteps quickly approached. At the last moment of his life, he only saw a leather combat boot coming with blood stains, and a copper ax dripping with blood, impatiently aiming at his neck.

"Crack!"

"The Lord God bless you! Kill the enemy!"

The black wolf straightened up, held Mazatel's head, and shouted loudly. Upon seeing the chief's head, several groups of Hatori warriors who were still resisting suddenly lost their fighting spirit and joined the fleeing crowd. Thousands of red-haired warriors emerged from the depths of the jungle, stabbing spears and wielding axes, chasing the fleeing enemies wantonly.

The samurai of the Hatori tribe panicked, and dozens or hundreds of them were chopped down to the ground by the pursuers. Soon, they dispersed like a flock of birds and fled. A small number of warriors fled to the river bank, hoping to seek protection from the Cone House Castle, while more warriors hurriedly fled to the jungle in the southwest. Without food, they had to cross a hundred and fifty miles of jungle to escape back to their hometown of Hatori City in the southwest.

"Praise the Lord! The main force of the legion, chase the defeated army fleeing to the east! First defeat the remaining 1,000 militiamen, and then drive the defeated soldiers to the enemy in the front team and break up their formation!"

Black Wolf shouted loudly, and the guards beside him also issued orders. Soon, the 2,000 elite soldiers who were chasing were divided into two teams. Most of the main forces took advantage of the victory and rushed out of the jungle, and defeated the remaining militiamen of Yutiao City in a moment. Then, the chaotic defeated army was like a tide, hundreds of people jumped into the river in despair, and more people were panicking and madly fled to the front, attacking the 2,000-man army of the Cone House City.

"Damn it! Mazatel who deserves to be struck to death by the Thunder God! What kind of battle is this stupid bird fighting? In just two or three quarters of an hour, the whole army was defeated?!"

In the army formation, the chief of the Cone House City, Yorjin, was stunned, watching hundreds of defeated soldiers rushing like a herd of deer. The 200 soldiers who blocked the front were dispersed by the chaotic army in just a moment. Thousands of armored red-haired barbarians chased the fleeing soldiers, holding copper axes, and came from the northwest!

"Bless the feathered serpent! Bless the sun god! Don't panic, don't be afraid! Line up near the river, let the fleeing soldiers escape quickly from the side! Prepare for battle, the number of enemies is small, we still have a chance!"

Chief Jorjin shouted hoarsely. More than a thousand tribal warriors followed his instructions and moved with difficulty. However, just as they approached the river and barely lined up, a desperate cry came from the mouth of the scout in the front team.

"Ah! Gods! There are enemies in the south. There are enemies in the south!"

Chief Jorjin looked over and his face turned pale and full of despair.

"It's over! It's really over now!"

On the southern river bank, thousands of Mexica warriors gradually showed up. Led by the battalion commander Tupa, they rushed over like a pack of hunting wolves.