Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 610 - 306 Battle at the Valley Mouth Part I

The morning sun rose from the horizon, illuminating the narrow valley, and dispelling the tranquility of the night. The fierce war drums resounded through the heavens, and carrion-eating American eagles gathered at the sound, a prelude to a feast’s beginning.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

A thousand Temple Crossbowmen clad in cotton armor, armed with heavy crossbows and carrying war clubs made of obsidian on their backs, belonged to the Imperial Guard Legion and were selected from the ranks of the Temple Guards. They were generally strong, skilled in martial arts, and proficient in combat at any range. The crossbowmen quickly entered the valley path, and soon they were a hundred steps from the encampment, ready to shoot.

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

The leading dozen Temple Warriors took out their death whistles resembling skulls and blew into them with force. The deathly wails of the dying instantly rose at the entrance of the camp within the valley and carried far on the wind. The defending force of Canine Warriors at the camp had grown to two thousand. Hearing the terrifying whistle for the first time, many warriors showed signs of shock and fear on their faces.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

The sharp arrows of the crossbows attacked amidst the wails, bringing with them the actual screams of the dying! More than a dozen Tribal Warriors were pierced by the crossbow bolts, pinned to the earth or wooden walls, unable to die quickly, only able to let out their desperate howls.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

The second volley of crossbow bolts arrived instantly, striking the wooden fortress of the forward camp with a "thwack, thwack" sound. Hundreds of red-haired warriors clenched their teeth, kept low, and gripped their Hunting Bows, enduring the arrow rain with all their might. At this distance, the Hunting Bows commonly used by the Guajili Canine Descendants couldn’t harm the crossbowmen protected by cotton armor.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

The third volley of arrows slightly extended towards the back, killing another dozen warriors. The impulsive Canine Descendants dodged all over the place while angrily calling out. There was some commotion in the camp.

A red-haired camp commander bent over, surveyed the situation inside the camp with concern. He then stood up and hurried toward the center where the Red Cat flag stood.

"The Cactus Tribe’s crossbows have too far a range; we can’t shoot them! Taking hits like this one way, the morale of our warriors is being shot to pieces. Chieftain, let me take five hundred warriors and charge at their archers!"

The red-haired camp commander shouted loudly, his eyes brimming with a beast-like desire for battle.

Mizili raised his shield, standing under the Red Cat flag. As the main force of the warriors was guarding this spot, he naturally had to command the battle in person. The Chieftain of the Red Cat first looked at the equipment of the crossbowmen, then at the vanguard barbarians who followed. He thought for a moment and then bit his teeth hard.

"Charge my ass! Pull back half of the Tribal Warriors into the camp to avoid the arrow storm, and strike when the enemy charges up!"

Soon, the Chieftain dispatched an envoy, ordering a tightening of the defense. Half of the Tribal Warriors cried out and disorderedly fell back to the rear. Only the elite red-haired warriors still held their Hunting Bows, always ready to shoot near the camp walls.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Seeing the enemy’s movements, the crossbowmen’s camp commander waved his little flag. The Temple Crossbowmen advanced twenty steps forward, and the fourth volley of crossbow bolts shot straight toward the camp’s central flag.

The howling arrow rain came head-on, bringing with it the wind of death! Several of the Chieftain’s trusted aides screamed as they fell to the ground, bleeding profusely. Mizili’s shield was struck repeatedly. He bent over, using the force of the impact to quickly retreat, breaking into a cold sweat.

"Damn! The Aztecs’ crossbows have such powerful force!"

Mizili wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked at the tribe’s flag, now shot through with many arrow holes. He also saw his fallen and wounded trusted aides, and a sudden rush of anger rose in his chest.

"I will send out warriors to tear these crossbowmen to shreds! Someone..."

"Praise Chief Divine Huitzilopochtli! He has bestowed upon us the power to destroy! We shall spread His glory!"

A wave of frenzied shouts suddenly came like thunder, echoing through the narrow valley, like the collective call of a pack of beasts. Mizili was stunned for a moment, turning towards the source of the noise.

He saw hundreds of barbarians in cotton armor standing spread out in several rows, with wooden boxes nearby and dozens of leaders holding torches. They first raised their hands high and prayed to the sky. Then, the front-row barbarians, each holding a clay ball the size of a human head, paused briefly in front of the torches before charging towards the camp with frenzied shouts.

"To sacrifice for the divine!"

"Eh, what’s this?"

Mizili looked puzzled, watching the loosely arranged barbarians charge. Just this few men, were they coming to their deaths?

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Another barrage of crossbow bolts whizzed through the air, constantly suppressing the red-haired hunters on the low fortress wall. The barbarians pressed closer under the cover of the bolts, quickly closing to within forty paces.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

The red-haired warriors began to pop their heads out, shooting fiercely at the barbarian soldiers. More than twenty barbarians in the front line fell instantly, and the smoking spheres they held tumbled down the slope. However, their formation was loose enough, and the remaining barbarians, still fervently clutching the spheres, charged forward.

"Whizz whizz whizz!"

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The crossbowmen accelerated their rate of fire. A fierce hail of arrows rained down on the fortress wall! Nearly ten red-haired warriors who had exposed themselves were struck by arrows and fell, making Mizili wince in pain.

"Ah, despicable Aztec people, to actually use small units to deceive our shooters!"

The crossbow bolts kept the battlements suppressed, and the remaining half of the barbarians finally made it up the slope to the edge of the fortress wall. The low wall was only about chest height, and behind it was a large group of red-haired hunters firing away. With a fierce roar, the barbarians hurled the spheres imbued with divine power at the defending army.

"Praise the Chief Divine, Divine Might descends!"

"Hm?"

At the edge of the fortress wall, the red-haired captain’s eyes sparked with ferocity. First, he shot an arrow with his hand, aiming for the enemy’s eyes and killing a barbarian who was within arm’s reach. Then, puzzled, he looked down at the smoking clay sphere at his feet.

"What is this? A clay jar? And it’s smoking?"

The red-haired captain bent down and touched the sharp-angled surface of the sphere. Then, squinting his eyes, he brought his head close to the small smoking opening...

"Boom!"

The clay tribulus, weighing several pounds, suddenly exploded with a thunderous roar! The red-haired captain’s spine bent like a small tree in a fierce wind, his body burst open, and flames erupted instantaneously. Countless sharp shards of clay burst forth, shredding the residual corpses in front into sieves.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Dozens of clay tribulus spheres exploded in succession, sending out large plumes of flame. In an instant, billowing smoke rose! More than two hundred Canine Warriors screamed as they fell to the ground, rolling into a tangled mess. Even more tribal warriors were stunned by the blasts, descending into chaos. They ran about, howling meaninglessly, calling out the names of ancestors and priests.

Mizili’s eyes reddened in an instant. But in a mere moment, he saw fifty to sixty elite red-haired warriors fall victim to the enemy’s terrifying attack.

"Witchcraft! Witchcraft! This is the witchcraft of the Aztec people! Trusted aides, charge up there, calm the hearts, and slay the barbarians unleashing the witchcraft!"

Hundreds of the chieftain’s trusted aides immediately grabbed captured war clubs and rushed toward the fortress wall. They shouted loudly to soothe the chaotic warriors while swinging their weapons, surrounding and killing the remaining barbarians. The first wave of barbarians crossed the wall, roaring fiercely as they fought desperately, causing turmoil within the camp, but their fate was sealed.

As the smoke billowed and the killing shouts continued, the shooting from both sides weakened considerably. Outside the camp, under the faint hail of arrows, a second group of several hundred barbarians rapidly surged up the slope. They howled the names of their Chief Divine and approached the fortress wall, once again throwing spheres of divine power.

"The War God descends!"

The clay spheres rolled and fell among the clusters of Canine Descendants. This time, most of the Canine Warriors dodged in horror, scrambling into a frenzy. But the camp was cramped, and there was no avoiding in many areas.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The clay tribulus exploded once more, and the gunpowder rose, igniting the wooden blocks within the camp, as well as the frantically running Canine Descendants. The shattered clay shards flew in all directions, carrying immense kinetic energy like vicious arrows. The shards cut through the tribal warriors’ cotton cloths, sliced their bodies, and even penetrated their heads and necks. The piercing screams were instantaneous, like torrential rain in the rainy season, scattered everywhere.

"Roar!"

The dozens of surviving barbarians threw their last clay tribulus, then drew their copper spears and shields from their backs, leaped over the fortress wall, and frenziedly killed their way into the camp. The chaos in the camp was rapidly spreading, and the hunters’ shooting had almost completely stopped.

At the mouth of the valley, Black Wolf Torc watched the vanguard forces charge the camp once more and laughed with satisfaction.

"Good! Very good! The Divine Power Globes may not differentiate between friend and foe, but they truly possess unmatched might, as if Divine Might has descended!"

After praising, Black Wolf Torc waved the command flag again and bellowed with a fierce shout.

"The time for battle has come! Vanguard, throw, Temple archers, all charge into close combat! Take the camp for me!"