Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 613 - 309: The Battle at the Valley Entrance (Continued 1)

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The relentless war drums echoed once more. Torc stood on the most conspicuous watchtower, waving the commanding flag forward.

Upon hearing the command, a thousand Temple crossbowmen, carrying powerful crossbows and bearing war clubs on their backs, streamed out from the camp. Close behind them, a thousand of the elite Vanguard launched their assault. The two thousand Vanguard filled the narrow mountain path, charging ferociously towards the rear camp of the Guajili people and reached within two hundred steps in moments. Hundreds of Pamus Samurai heads were scattered along this mountain path, their eyes wide with terror, faces filled with the reluctance of impending death.

The expression of the Vanguard warriors was grim and unaffected. The front-row crossbowmen kicked the heads to either side of the road, while the rear crossbowmen paused briefly in wait, their faces unchanging. Some crossbowmen even took out crossbow arrows, ready to shoot at any moment.

"Indeed they are accustomed to slaughter, those Coyotes!"

Seeing this scene, Keka’s pupils slightly narrowed, his palms gripping tightly. He carefully observed the huge crossbow, contemplating in his mind. Moments later, the Cactus warriors had already approached within one hundred twenty steps of the camp. The Temple crossbowmen set down their crossbows, began loading and drawing their arrows.

The Red frog Chieftain hesitated no more and waved his arm fiercely.

"Newly enlisted Canine Warriors, charge to your death!"

Hundreds of chieftain’s trusted aides ferociously yelled, driving out nearly three hundred robust Canine Descendants from the camp. These robust men’s faces were painted with sacred red stripes, some clothed in fabric garments, others bare-chested, obviously unarmored light infantry. Holding rudimentary wooden shield in one hand and crude stone spears or stone hammers in the other, they roared loudly, and like wild beasts, pounced towards the Vanguard’s crossbowmen.

The Temple crossbowmen hesitated for a moment. Under the camp commander’s signal, they simultaneously put down their large crossbows and took up the war clubs from their backs. The two sides quickly engaged in close combat. The leading two hundred Temple crossbowmen swung their war clubs, forming a tight battle formation, easily knocking down the light infantry. The Vanguard warriors, following from behind along the slopes to both sides, ferociously charged up. They lowered their shields and thrust forward with their copper spears, impaling the charging Canine Descendants to the ground. Within moments, the valley was filled with dozens of fresh bodies, the thick warmth making the ground slippery.

"Ah!... Ah!..."

Dozens of Temple captains simultaneously blew the terrifying Death Whistle. The morale of the charging Canine Descendants plummeted rapidly, unable to hold up any longer, they turned and ran towards the camp. Seizing the opportunity, the Vanguard camp commander blew the attack signal on the bone horn, and more than three hundred barbaric warriors closely followed the fleeing soldiers to chase and kill them.

The fleeing Canine Descendants and chasing barbaric warriors both reached the base of the camp, just as they had climbed a slope several tens of meters long, a series of piercing bone whistle blasts suddenly sounded!

"Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!"

Hundreds of bone arrows came piercing through the air, indiscriminately knocking down large numbers of sturdy Canine Descendants and Vanguard warriors together. At the top of the slope, over four hundred elite red-haired huntsmen emerged from behind piles of rocks and planks, joined by an equal number of Tribal Huntsmen, they swiftly shot arrows downwards.

"Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!"

The howling rain of arrows continued relentlessly, and within moments dozens more fell. Then, hundreds of chieftain’s trusted aides blocked the entrance and exits of the camp, fierce shouts emanating from the camp.

"Turn and face the fight! Retreaters die!"

The fleeing Canine Descendants had no escape and had to halt below the camp. They desperately shouted, lifting their shields in a struggle to defend. From above the camp, arrows poured down, continuously shooting down the entangled sides together.

"Woo woo!"

The retreat signal horn soon sounded, and more than two hundred Vanguard warriors quickly retreated. Following that, a low humming noise came from afar, and as the crossbow strings were released, death was collectively unleashed!

"Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!"

Nearly a thousand crossbow arrows were fiercely shot towards the camp. Even with the cover of wooden planks and piles of stones, more than twenty Tribal Huntsmen died on the spot. And on the slope below the camp, the remaining hundred or so Canine Descendants also wailed as they fell heavily. To Keka, they seemed like fresh cacti fruit, strung together by the ferocious crossbow arrows, soon splattering juice everywhere.

"The crossbows of the Aztec, to be so formidable!"

Seeing the power of the stirrup crossbow, Keka’s eyes widened like those of a frog, completely shocked. He carefully reached out his hand, tugging at an arrow wedged in the wooden plank, but couldn’t pull it out initially.

The Red frog Chieftain had also once been a red-haired huntsman of the tribe, as familiar with the bow and arrow as his own arm, but now all his understanding was overturned.

"Arrows that can stick into wood from one hundred twenty steps away?... It’s simply a weapon bestowed by the gods!"

Keka thought briefly, then took off his chieftain’s Wolf Robe and threw it to a nearby trusted aide.

"You, put on my Wolf Robe, go there! Yes, stand under the central flag. Remember, set up a ring of shields, crouch behind them, and don’t show your head!"

"Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!"

The fierce crossbow arrows attacked once again, the dying wails sounded and then ceased. Keka clung to the camp wall, donning an ordinary warrior’s robe, hiding behind the double-layered wooden planks, constantly keeping an eye on the battlefield situation.

"Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!... Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!..."

Another two rounds of one-sided suppressive crossbow arrows. On the rear camp’s wall, it was filled with arrows embedded nearly an inch deep, studded like a hedgehog. On the slope leading to the camp, it was full of sticky fluid and bodies obstructing the charge. The three hundred deployed Canine Descendants were nearly all dead or wounded.

Keka glanced at the situation on the slope, his heart unmoved. After all, it wasn’t his tribe dying, and even if it could cause a slight hindrance to the enemy’s attack, it would increase the defensive advantage of the camp. He continued to watch the enemy’s military formation.

The Canine Descendants at the rear camp were noticeably more proactive. To guard against a potential strike from the Canine Warriors, the Vanguard slightly adjusted their offensive formation. The Temple crossbowmen were positioned at the front, spreading out along the mountain road and the slopes on both sides, continuously shooting towards the camp, leaving only a few wide paths for troop movement in the middle.

Under the cover of nearly a thousand crossbowmen, the vanguard prepared for a desperate charge from the rear formation. Although the clay tribuli were massively powerful, they were very dangerous. Launching such weapons required a long time to prepare and one had to avoid enemy attacks as much as possible.

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Guided by the War Priest, hundreds of gray-blue figures spread out behind. They formed a few loose rows, devoutly praying to the deities. Dozens of leaders holding torches stood at the forefront, their feet positioned on wooden boxes filled with dry straw.

"Whistle whistle whistle!"

The fierce rain of arrows came whistling, seemingly endless. Keka ducked his head, patiently observing the prayers on the battlefield, listening to the unclear prayers.

"...exalted... descend! ...sacrifice... Divine Kingdom! ...Wezi peculiarities!!"

The Cactus warriors shouted the names of the deities three times, and moments later, the sacred prayers were finally complete. The leaders took out globes from the wooden boxes and, with a gentle shake of the torches, handed them to the vanguard. Then, the warriors who received the globes let out a frenzied shout and violently charged toward the enemy camp through the broad passage made by the crossbowmen!

"Eh, smoking globes! Are these things really able to kill the red-haired elites?"

Keka was instantly spirited, albeit puzzled. Nevertheless, he immediately responded, loudly ordering his trusted aides.

"Newly formed Canine Warriors, charge to the death!"

The Red Frog trusted aides ferociously swung their weapons, and three hundred armorless Canine Descendants, like wild dogs, were driven out.

"Whistle whistle whistle!"

A vast array of crossbow arrows arrived in an instant, bearing the tolling of death, tumbling dozens of Canine Descendants to the ground as they exited the camp. The attacking team instantly became disordered, while the merciless arrows from the camp urged the Canine Descendants to charge to the death. Over two hundred Canine Descendants, clutching primitive stone spears and wooden shields, cried out in fear as they charged down the slope filled with bodies, instantly colliding with hundreds of charging barbarians.

"What!"

Seeing this, Black Wolf Torc clenched his fists violently, bellowing in anger.

"Canine vermin, dare to do this!"

"Woo woo woo!"

The Camp Commander urgently blew the conch, and the hundred vanguards of the second squadron immediately stopped their attack. The vanguards of the first squadron were caught in the melee. The discarded Divine Power Globes rolled around, their fizzing sounds drowned out by the shouting but never ceasing.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom! ..."

Thunderous explosion sounds finally arrived! Nearly a hundred clay tribuli exploded continuously down the slope of the camp, like thunder in the summer, shaking the entire valley! Great bursts of flames splattered everywhere, bringing the wrath of the deities, igniting the warriors’ hair. Three to four hundred people in the melee simultaneously fell, as smoke and thick fumes rose, even obscuring the camp above.

"Ah, ah! Smoking globes! Ancestors, this is truly witchcraft, like thunderbolt witchcraft!"

The rolling thunder shocked the camp, all Canine Descendants went pale with terror. Behind the camp walls, Keka staggered and suddenly fell backward. He was dizzied by the explosions a few dozen steps away, taking a long while to recover. After a moment, the Red Frog Chieftain spoke reverently to himself, his spirit shaken.

"So it is! To have such powerful witchcraft shot into the camp, no wonder the Red Cat Tribe collapsed so quickly! Ah, the Great Chief of the Cactus Tribe, truly a descendant of the God of Death, possesses such profound mana! To be his enemy..."

Two miles away, Torc’s expression was as still as water. He squinted, watching as the burning black smoke gradually dissipated, revealing traces of the battlefield. About two dozen barbarians in cotton armor staggered up from the valley filled with bodies. Their cotton armor was full of tiny holes, and their vine hats were also studded with pottery shards. Among the Canine Descendants, a few dozen also survived, desperately fleeing towards the camp.

"Whistle whistle whistle!"

The howling crossbow arrows struck again, nailing to the Canine Descendants’ camp and also shooting dead many of the fleeing Canine Descendants. The surviving dozen or so wept and pleaded under the camp walls, but the red-haired huntsmen coldly emerged, raising their Hunting Bows.

"Do not shoot! Open the camp gates, let the survivors in! I want to see the power of this witchcraft for myself!"

Keka ordered loudly, and the huntsmen again hid behind their wooden shields. The Chieftain’s trusted aides opened the camp gates, allowing a dozen surviving warriors into the camp. The third assault squadron was already prepared, with the Canine Descendants gathering behind the camp gates, each one looking desolate.

From a distance, Torc raised an eyebrow. Behind the gates of the rear camp, more figures were faintly visible. Black Wolf hesitated no longer, tightly grasped the conch, and personally raised it to his lips to blow.

"Woo woo woo!"

"Black Wolf Captain, are we retreating?"

Mespa moved closer, quietly asking, his expression carrying a hidden smirk. Torc glanced at him mildly and shook his head.

"No! We’re just pausing the attack."

After speaking, Black Wolf tightened the large flag behind him and strode down from the watchtower. A placid voice carried through the wind, but it made Mespa suddenly change color.

"I will take personal command at the forefront of the vanguard!"