Chapter 309: Battle of Taniguchi (Continued)
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The war drums sounded again. Toltec stood on the most conspicuous watchtower and waved the flag forward.
Upon hearing the order, a thousand temple crossbowmen came out of the camp with crossbows in hand and war clubs on their backs. Following closely behind were a thousand new pioneers throwing. The two thousand pioneer camps filled the narrow mountain road and rushed to the rear camp of the Guakili people with great momentum. In a moment, they were two hundred steps away. Hundreds of heads of Pams warriors were scattered in this section of the mountain road, with their eyes wide open in fear and their faces full of reluctance before death.
The warriors of the vanguard camp looked solemn and unaffected. The front row of crossbowmen kicked the heads to both sides of the road, and the back row of crossbowmen paused and waited for a while, never changing their expressions. Some crossbowmen even took out crossbow arrows, ready to shoot at any time.
"It's really a coyote that is used to killing!"
Seeing this scene, Coca's pupils shrank slightly and his palms clenched tightly. He carefully observed the huge crossbow and pondered in his heart. A moment later, the cactus warriors had approached the camp within 120 steps. The temple crossbowmen put down the crossbows and began to put arrows on the strings.
Chief Red Frog no longer hesitated and swung his arms suddenly.
"New warriors, charge to the death!"
Hundreds of the chief's personal guards shouted fiercely, driving nearly 300 dog-born men out of the camp. These men had sacred red stripes on their faces. Some wore cloth clothes, and some were naked. They were obviously unarmored light soldiers. The light soldiers held a simple wooden shield in one hand and a rough stone spear and stone hammer in the other. They roared loudly and pounced on the crossbowmen of the front army like wild beasts.
The temple crossbowmen paused, and under the command of the battalion commander, they all put down the crossbows and took off the war sticks on their backs. The two sides soon engaged in close combat. The first two hundred temple crossbowmen waved their war sticks, forming a tight battle formation, and easily knocked down these light soldiers. The vanguard barbarians behind rushed up fiercely along the hillsides on both sides. They lowered their shields and thrust their bronze spears forward with all their strength, knocking the charging dog tribe to the ground. In just a moment, dozens of fresh corpses appeared in the valley, and the sticky warmth made people's feet slippery.
"Ah! Ah!"
Dozens of temple captains blew the terrifying death whistle together. The charging dog tribe young men quickly lost their morale and could no longer hold on, so they turned around and fled to the camp. Seeing the opportunity, the vanguard battalion commander blew the bone horn to attack, and more than 300 barbarians followed closely behind the fleeing soldiers to chase and kill them.
The fleeing dog tribe and the chasing barbarians came to the bottom of the camp together. Just as they climbed the slope that was dozens of meters long, a sharp bone whistle suddenly sounded!
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
Hundreds of bone arrows broke through the air fiercely, regardless of friend or foe, and knocked down a large number of dog tribe young men and vanguard barbarians together. At the camp at the top of the slope, more than 400 elite red-haired hunters emerged from behind the piles of stones and wooden boards, and together with the same number of tribal hunters, they quickly shot arrows downwards.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
The whistling rain of arrows continued, and dozens of people fell to the ground in a blink of an eye. Then, hundreds of the chief's personal guards blocked the passage in and out, and fierce shouts came from the camp.
"Turn around and fight! Those who retreat will die!"
The fleeing dog descendants had no way to retreat, so they had to stop under the camp. They shouted desperately, raised their shields and struggled to defend. Arrows rained down from the camp, constantly shooting down the entangled parties.
"Woo woo!"
The retreat conch soon sounded, and more than 200 vanguard barbarians retreated quickly. Then, a low humming sound came from afar, and after the crossbow string was released, it was a volley of death!
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Nearly a thousand crossbow arrows shot violently at the camp. Even with the shelter of wooden boards and stone piles, more than 20 tribal hunters died on the spot. On the slope below the camp, more than 100 remaining dog descendants fell down with howls. In Coca's eyes, they were like fresh cactus fruits, strung together by fierce crossbow arrows, and then the juice splashed.
"The Aztec crossbow is so powerful!"
Seeing the power of the crossbow, Coca's frog-like eyes widened, and his heart was full of shock. He carefully reached out and pulled the crossbow arrow nailed into the wooden board, but he couldn't pull it out for a while.
When Chief Red Frog was young, he was also a red-haired hunter of the tribe. He was familiar with bows and arrows like his own arms, but at this moment, he overturned all his cognition.
"At 120 steps, arrows can be nailed into wooden boards? It's simply a weapon given by the gods!"
After a little thought, Coca took off the wolf robe of the chief's identity and threw it to the guard beside him.
"You, put on my wolf robe and go over there! Yes, stand under the flag in the center. Remember, put up a circle of shields, hide behind, and don't show your head!"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The fierce crossbow arrows attacked again, and the dying howl sounded and disappeared. Koka stuck close to the wall of the village, put on the robe of an ordinary warrior, hid behind the double-layer wooden planks, and kept an eye on the situation on the battlefield.
"Swish, swish, swish! Swish, swish, swish!"
Another round of unilateral suppression of crossbow arrows. The wall of the rear camp was full of crossbow arrows that had penetrated nearly an inch, nailed like hedgehogs. The slope leading to the camp was full of sticky liquid and corpses that hindered the charge. The three hundred dog descendants who went out to fight had been killed or injured.
Koka glanced at the situation on the slope, and his heart was calm. Anyway, it was not his own tribe that died, and even if it could cause a little hindrance to the enemy's attack, it would increase the advantage of the camp's defense. He continued to look at the enemy's army.
The dog tribe in the rear camp was obviously more proactive. In order to guard against the dog tribe warriors who might attack, the vanguard camp slightly adjusted the attack formation. The temple crossbowmen were in the front, deployed along the mountain road and the hillsides on both sides, constantly shooting at the camp, leaving only a few wide marching passages in the middle.
Under the cover of nearly a thousand crossbowmen, the vanguard threw in the back formation, ready for a desperate charge. Although the pottery thorns are powerful, they are very dangerous. Throwing such weapons requires a long time of preparation, and it is necessary to try to avoid enemy harassment.
Under the leadership of the war priests, hundreds of gray-blue figures spread out in the back. They lined up in loose rows and prayed devoutly to the gods. Dozens of leaders stood at the front holding torches, with wooden boxes filled with hay under their feet.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The fierce rain of arrows whistled in, as if there would never be an end. Koka shrank his head, patiently watching the prayers on the battlefield, listening to the unclear prayers.
". The Supreme is coming! . Dedicate yourself to the Kingdom of God! . Weizi Radish is strange!!"
The cactus warriors shouted the name of the gods three times, and after a moment, the sacred prayer was finally completed. The leaders took out balls from the wooden boxes, shook them gently with torches, and handed them to the vanguards. Then, the warrior who got the ball gave a fanatical shout, and rushed fiercely towards the camp in front along the wide passage between the crossbowmen!
"Hey, a smoking ball! Can this thing kill the elite red-haired soldiers?"
Cocker was a little confused. However, he reacted immediately and ordered the guards loudly.
"New warriors, charge to the death!"
The Red Frog guards waved their weapons fiercely, and another 300 unarmored dog race young men were driven out like wild dogs.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
A large number of crossbow arrows arrived in an instant, carrying the cry of death, and shot dozens of dog races who had left the camp to the ground. The attacking team was in chaos in an instant, but the arrows on the camp were shot down mercilessly, urging the dog races to charge to the death. More than two hundred dog-born men held simple stone spears and wooden shields, howling in fear, and rushed down the slope full of corpses, and instantly collided with hundreds of barbarians who were charging.
"What!"
Seeing this scene, the black wolf Toltec suddenly clenched his fists and roared angrily.
"How dare you, dog-born grass rats!"
"Woo woo woo!"
The battalion commander blew the conch urgently, and the 100 pioneers of the second squadron immediately stopped attacking. The pioneers of the first squadron were caught in a melee. The discarded divine power balls rolled everywhere, and the hissing sound of burning was drowned by the shouts of killing, but it never stopped.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"
The thunderous explosion finally came! Nearly a hundred pottery caltrops exploded continuously under the slope of the camp, like thunder in summer, shaking the entire valley! The big flames splashed everywhere, bringing the anger of the gods and igniting the hair of the warriors. Three or four hundred people in the melee fell down in unison, and dust and smoke rose at the same time, even covering the camp above!
"Ah, ah! Smoking ball! Ancestor, it's really evil magic, like thunder!"
The rolling thunder shook the camp, and all the dog descendants were terrified. Behind the camp wall, Coca stood unsteadily and suddenly sat on his back. He was dizzy from the explosion dozens of steps away, and it took him a while to recover. After a while, Chief Red Frog murmured in awe, his mind shaken.
"So that's it! Being shot into the camp by such a powerful evil magic, no wonder the Red Cat Tribe collapsed so quickly! Ah, the chief of the Cactus Tribe is really the descendant of the god of death, and his magic power is so deep! Become his enemy."
Two miles away, Toltec's face was as dark as water. He squinted his eyes and watched the burning black smoke gradually dissipate, revealing traces of the battlefield in front. More than 20 barbarians in cotton armor staggered and climbed out of the valley full of corpses. Their cotton armor was full of tiny holes, and their rattan hats were also full of pottery fragments. There were also dozens of survivors among the dog race, who were desperately fleeing to the camp.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The whistling crossbow arrows attacked again, nailing the dog race's camp, and also shot most of the dozens of fleeing dog races to death. The dozen survivors cried and begged under the wall of the village, but the red-haired hunters showed their heads and raised their hunting bows indifferently.
"Don't shoot! Open the camp gate and let the remaining soldiers in! I want to take a closer look at the power of the evil magic!"
Kaka gave a loud order, and the hunters hid behind the wooden boards that blocked the arrows again. The chief's personal guards opened the camp gate and let a dozen remaining soldiers into the village. The third assault team was ready, and the dog race gathered behind the gate, each with a gray face.
Toltec looked from a distance and raised his eyebrows. Behind the gate of the rear camp, more figures were vaguely visible. Black Wolf no longer hesitated, firmly grasped the conch, raised it to his lips and blew it.
"Woo woo woo!"
"Captain Black Wolf, are we going to withdraw?"
Mespa leaned forward and asked in a low voice, with a hidden smile on his face. Toltec glanced at him indifferently and shook his head.
"No! Just suspend the attack."
After saying that, Black Wolf tightened the flag behind him and strode down the watchtower. A plain voice came from the wind, but it suddenly changed Mespa's color.
"I will personally go forward and command the vanguard camp!"