The rising sun rises from the sky, illuminating the narrow valley and dispelling the tranquility of the night. Fierce drums of war rang in the sky, and the carrion-eating vultures heard the sound, which was an omen before the feast began.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

The Thousand Temple crossbowmen wore cotton armor, held heavy crossbows, and carried obsidian battle sticks behind their backs. These temple crossbowmen belong to the Guard Corps and are selected from the Temple Guard. They are generally strong and skilled in martial arts, capable of both distances and distances. The crossbowmen hurriedly entered the valley road, and soon they were a hundred paces before the camp, ready to shoot.

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

The leading dozen or so temple warriors all took out the skull-like death whistle and blew it forcefully at their mouths. A moribund scream resounded in front of the Taniguchi camp in an instant, and spread far and wide in the wind. The number of canine warriors guarding the camp has increased to 2,000. Hearing this kind of terrifying whistle for the first time, many warriors were shocked and fearful.

"Shhhhhh!"

The sharp crossbow arrows struck at the whistle, bringing a real scream of dying! More than a dozen tribal warriors were pierced by crossbow arrows and nailed to the mud or wooden walls, but they could not die quickly, only bleeding and screaming in despair.

"Shhhhhh!"

The second round of crossbow arrows arrived in an instant, nailed to the wooden village of the former camp, making a "duo duo" sound. Hundreds of red-haired warriors gritted their teeth, bowed their bodies, clenched the bows and arrows in their hands, and tried their best to endure the arrow rain. At this distance, the hunting bows commonly used by the Guaquili can't harm the crossbowmen in cotton armor at all.

"Shhhhhh!"

The third round of arrow rain extended slightly to the rear, killing more than a dozen soldiers. The impulsive canines dodged around and shouted angrily. There was some commotion in the camp for a while.

A red-haired captain hunched over and looked at the situation in the camp with a worried expression on his face. He immediately stood up and hurried to the red cat banner in the center.

"Chief, the horizontal bow of the cactus tribe is too far away, and we can't shoot them at all! Such a one-sided beating will kill the morale of the soldiers! Chief, let me bring 500 soldiers and attack their archers! "

The red-haired captain shouted, beastlike eyes longing for battle.

Meadsley held his shield and stood under the red cat's flag. The main warriors in the tribe are all guarded here, and he naturally has to go into battle in person. The red cat chief first looked at the battle sticks of the crossbowmen, and then looked at the vanguard brute who followed closely behind. He thought for a while, then gritted his teeth.

"Fuck it! Take half of the tribal warriors back to the camp, avoid the rain of arrows, and wait for the enemy to rush up before attacking!"

Soon, the chief sent messengers and ordered to shrink the defense. Half of the tribal warriors shouted and retreated to the rear in a mess. Only the elite red-haired warriors were still holding hunting bows, always waiting to shoot near the wall.

"Shhhhhh!"

Seeing the mobilization of the enemy, the crossbowman battalion commander waved a small flag. The temple crossbowmen approached twenty steps forward, and the fourth round of crossbow arrows shot straight at the flag in the center of the camp.

The howling rain of arrows is coming, bringing the wind of death! Several chiefs and guards screamed and fell to the ground, oozing bright red. The shield in Mizley's hand was continuously impacted. He hunched his waist, and with the force of the impact, he quickly retreated, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Damn it! The horizontal bow of the Aztecs is so powerful!"

Meadsley wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked at the tribal flag, which had been shot with many holes for arrows. He looked at the dead and wounded guards again, and a burst of anger rose in his chest.

"I'm going to send soldiers to tear up these crossbowmen! Come on..."

"Praise the Lord Huitzilopochtli! He has given us the power to destroy! Let us spread His glory!"

A frenzied shout suddenly came like thunder, echoing in the narrow valley, like the chorus of a group of beasts. Mizley was stunned, and looked at the sound.

I saw hundreds of cotton-armored brutes standing in rows, with wooden boxes and dozens of leaders holding torches nearby. They first raised their hands high and prayed to the sky. Then, the hundreds of brute soldiers in the front row each picked up a pottery ball the size of a human head. The barbarians paused for a moment in front of the torches, then rushed towards the camp with frantic shouting.

"Dedicated to God!"

"Hey, what is this?"

Mizley looked puzzled and looked at the loose brute who charged. Are there just so many people here to die?

"Shhhhhh!"

Another burst of crossbow bolts roared, constantly suppressing the red-haired hunter on the low wall. The barbarians approached under the cover of crossbow arrows, and soon came within forty steps.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The red-haired warriors began to emerge and shoot fiercely at the barbarians. The twenty or so brute soldiers at the forefront fell to the ground instantly, and the smoking ball in their hands also rolled down the hillside. However, their formation was loose enough and their morale was high enough, and the remaining brute soldiers still charged enthusiastically with the ball.

"Shhhhhh!"

The crossbowmen quickened their firing rate. A fierce rain of arrows hit the wall! Nearly ten red-haired warriors with exposed heads fell to the ground with arrows, and Mizley felt a pain in their hearts.

"Ah, despicable Aztecs, using a small force to cheat and shoot!"

The crossbow bolt suppressed the city head, and the remaining half of the barbarians finally rushed up the **** and came to the wall. The low wall is only half a person high, and behind it is a large group of red-haired hunters shooting. The barbarians suddenly let out a roar, and threw the ball of divine power at the defenders.

"Praise the Lord God, the divine might has come!"

"Ok?"

By the wall of the village, the red-haired captain gleamed fiercely. He first raised his hand with an arrow, aimed at the enemy's eyes, and shot a brutal soldier who was close at hand. Then, with a confused look on his face, he looked at the smoking ceramic ball under his feet.

"What's this? A clay pot? Still smoking?"

The red-haired captain lowered his head and reached out to touch the sharp-angled surface of the ceramic ball. Then, he narrowed his eyes and moved his head toward the smoking mouth...

"boom!"

The several kilograms of pottery tribulus suddenly exploded, making a roar of thunder! The red-haired captain curved his back like a small tree in a gust of wind, and his whole body burst, and flames burst out in an instant. Countless pottery sharp corners burst open, shooting the remaining corpses in front of them into sieves.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Dozens of pottery tribulus terrestris exploded one after another, the flames of the big tent burst out, and the billowing smoke rose in an instant! More than 200 canine warriors screamed and fell to the ground, rolling in a ball on the ground. More tribal warriors were shocked by the explosion and fell into chaos. They ran, wailing meaningless, calling out the names of their ancestors and priests.

Meadsley's eyes instantly turned red. In just a moment, he saw fifty or sixty elite red-haired soldiers casualties in the enemy's terrifying attack.

"Sorcery! Sorcery! This is the sorcery of the Aztecs! Guards, rush to me, soothe people's hearts, and kill the brutal soldiers who released sorcery!"

Hundreds of chief guards immediately rushed to the wall with the captured battle sticks. As they shouted to appease the chaotic warriors, they waved their weapons and surrounded the remnants of the brute. The first batch of savage soldiers crossed the wall, roaring and fighting hard, disrupting the situation in the camp, but they were destined to die.

Thick smoke billowed, shouting and killing continued, and the shooting of both sides was weakened a lot. Outside the camp, under a weak rain of arrows, the second batch of hundreds of brutal soldiers rushed up the slope. They shouted the name of the Lord God wildly, came to the wall, and threw the ball of divine power again.

"God of War is coming!"

The earthen ball tumbled and fell into the crowd gathered by the canines. This time, most of the canine warriors fled in panic and collided. It's just that the camp is small, and many places are unavoidable.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The pottery tribulus exploded again~lightnovelpub.net~ The gunpowder rose up, igniting the wooden blocks in the camp, and also igniting the running dogs. The broken pottery shards flew in all directions, with huge kinetic energy, like sharp arrows. The pottery shards cut through the tribal warriors' clothes, cut their bodies, and even shot into their necks. The shrill screams were instantly like a torrential rain in the rainy season, splashing everywhere.

"Roar!"

After the dozens of surviving brute soldiers threw the pottery caltrops, they took off the bronze contradictory plaques behind them, jumped over the wall, and frantically went to the camp to kill. Chaos in the camp was spreading rapidly, and the hunters' shooting had almost ceased.

At Taniguchi, the black wolf Toltek laughed with satisfaction as he watched the pioneer camp that rushed to the camp again.

"Okay! Very good! Although the divine power ball is indistinguishable between us and enemies, it is truly incomparably powerful, as if divine power descends!"

After the black wolf praised it, he waved the command flag again and shouted angrily.

"The fighter plane has arrived! Pioneer throwing, temple crossbowmen, all melee charge! Capture the camp for me!"

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