Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 621 - 317: Blocking the Valley Entrance

The purple sunset turned to red, and the green valley mouth was drenched in fresh blood. Three thousand rodent-like tribal people faced directly against two thousand leopard-and-tiger-like Imperial Guards along the rolling mountain pass.

Under the flag of Black Wolf, the Imperial Guard Warriors formed a battle formation, swinging their war clubs in unison, forcefully slashing at the enemy’s heads, necks, and abdomens. The Canine Descendants Tribes fell like cornstalks, splashing out bursts of vitality. The tribal people’s formation was loose, their morale low, lacking war experience, and they posed almost no threat. They thrust their stone spears, leaving only shallow punctures in the warriors’ cotton armor, before being killed by the sharp war clubs. The frantic sounds of slaughter carried on the wind, soon turning into the moans of the dying and the screams of terror.

Within just moments of the battle, more than three hundred Canine Descendants had fallen. The tribal formation expanded like a balloon and fell into disarray, as people continuously turned and fled. Thousands of Red Fox warriors in the rear showed no mercy, firing bone arrows that drove the frightened tribes back to the front lines. Then, from a distance of forty or fifty steps, they launched volleys of arrows, vigorously harassing the warriors’ ranks.

"Charge with me!"

Bertade glanced at the Red Fox warriors holding the line and then led three hundred Jaguar Warriors in a personal assault, charging into the enemy’s ranks!

The Head Warrior moved with agile steps and quick actions, without any superfluous movements, striking directly at vital points. He wielded his war club with agility, cutting through the neck of a Canine Descendant, then with a horizontal blow, cleaving another Canine Descendant’s head. In just over a dozen breaths, he had killed several men! The Canine Descendants died instantly, without even leaving behind a cry of agony.

Afterwards, three hundred Jaguar Warriors let out a roar and charged together! The warriors, clad in tiger skins, burst into the fray, slashing wildly as if they were in a land with no one to oppose them. Faced with this kind of assault, the Canine Descendants Tribes couldn’t hold on any longer. They let out screams of extreme fear, like balloons expanded to their limits, bursting suddenly and scattering in all directions!

"Continue the charge!"

Bertade did not stop. He discarded his worn Obsidian Club and drew the Bronze Qin Sword from his waist, striding towards the Red Fox warriors. Droplets of blood fell from the sharp edges of obsidian, sinking into the increasingly dark red earth, just like the evening sky.

"Ao! Thick-skinned Chieftain!"

Ivican squinted and shot out a bone arrow with force. The sharp arrow only grazed Bertade’s copper armor, barely scratching the cloth. The Head Warrior paused slightly, glanced at Ivican’s red hair, and then charged straight towards him.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

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The red-haired warriors fired a volley of arrows. The charging Jaguar Warriors didn’t stop. Bone arrows stuck in their cloth armor, but they suffered no harm. The warriors ran like fierce beasts, and within moments they were within thirty steps, all raising their war clubs and letting out a pre-battle roar.

"Roar!"

Ivican’s pupils constricted instantly, and he turned to flee.

"Ao! Thick-headed Tiger Warrior! Retreat quickly!"

The red-haired captain sprinted away like an agile Red Fox. Over two hundred Tribal Scouts also turned and ran. They had clashed with the Tiger Warriors before and knew well the ferocity of their opponents. Without a significant numerical advantage, it was impossible to defeat a large group of the elite thick-skinned. The remaining Red Fox warriors, either confident of their bravery or unable to react in time, were directly killed as the Jaguar Warriors broke into their ranks.

A Jaguar Warrior slashed sideways, slicing through a red-haired warrior’s Cotton Armor and gashing his chest and abdomen. The red-haired warrior screamed in agony as he fell, desperately clutching at the torn wound, staining his hands bright red. His life’s blood streamed out, mixed with his viscera. He was silenced within moments.

Witnessing this, two Tribal Warriors closed in. They thrust their Stone Spears with all their might, striking the Jaguar Warrior’s chest and back, producing a "clang" of metal but failing to penetrate the armor. The Jaguar Warrior sneered with a smile, gripped his club with both hands, and fiercely swept it across. The warrior in front of him let out a blood-curdling groan; his neck twisted at a ninety-degree angle as he fell dead, askew. The other, a young warrior, showed terror on his face and, eventually, turned to flee.

The Jaguar Warrior’s eyes flashed with killing intent. Clad in Medium Armor, he did not pursue but instead reached for the Bronze Javelin strapped to his back, took two steps forward, and hurled it with great force.

"Thud!"

The sharp javelin followed a precise trajectory, accurately piercing the young warrior’s back and pinning his entire body to the ground. The young warrior writhed on the soil like an insect spiked to the earth, unable to move a step. Warm blood gushed forth, his screams piercing the air, yet no one cared as his cries slowly faded to silence.

Bertade stepped forward, thrusting his right hand forward and stabbing a warrior wielding a Stone Hammer. Then, he stepped back, sheathed his sword, gripped it with both hands, and delivered a diagonal slash downward! The head of a red-haired warrior rolled onto the ground. The Head Warrior, impassive, halted his advance, his armor soaked with blood, the Copper Sword in his hand crimson. He had cut through the enemy ranks; before him, there were no more foes, only hundreds of fleeing Red Fox warriors!

"Whiz, whiz, whiz!"

Thousands of Imperial Guards dropped their War Clubs and raised their Longbows, unleashing a volley of arrows. Dozens of Red Fox warriors, with their backs to the rain of arrows, cried out and toppled to the ground. The Red Fox warriors fled desperately and were hit by two more rounds of Feathered Arrows, leaving behind dozens of corpses. Only then did the remaining warriors escape the range of fire, becoming tiny specks in the distance, soon far away.

"These Canine Warriors are useless in formation but extremely fast when fleeing!"

Bertade, holding his Eight-Sided Qin Sword, watched for a moment and then smiled subtly. He then raised his Copper Sword and gently wiped it with his finger, admiring the shiny, sharp edge.

"Having killed several men and still without a scratch, truly a fine weapon! Hmm, with the Copper Sword being short and sharp, I should focus on thrusting, supported by the Great Shield for defense."

The Head Warrior looked up at the sky. After a fierce battle, the sunset had fallen to the horizon, and the sky was growing dim. He surveyed his surroundings; the ground was littered with over a thousand fallen Canine Descendants. Scattered tribe members were everywhere, alongside many wounded who could hardly move. Around a hundred trusted aides were searching the battlefield, occasionally delivering a finishing blow.

Bertade nodded and turned his gaze to the valley entrance not far north. Silhouettes were flickering at the entrance as the Canine Descendants Tribes, carrying large and small bundles, emerged once more. They glanced at the southern battlefield and, in terror, fled northward, utterly devoid of the will to fight.

"One thousand five hundred Imperial Guards, follow me to block the valley path and take the encampment! Four hundred Imperial Guards, pursue the scattered tribe members until nightfall, then return! The remaining hundred, tally the battlefield, and tend to the wounded!"

With a loud command, the Head Warrior led a large contingent of the Imperial Guard toward the valley entrance. Hundreds more of the Canine Descendants desperately scattered in flight. The Mexica warriors surged forward with ferocity, cutting off the entrance, leaving the Canine Descendants in the valley like rats in a trap, with no more strength to escape!

The darkness of night fell quickly. In this battle, of the three thousand Canine Descendants, one thousand three hundred were killed or wounded, leaving behind more than eight hundred unarmed tribe members and over five hundred Red Fox warriors. The two thousand strong Imperial Guard suffered only a scant few dozen casualties.