Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 611 - 307: The Battle at the Valley Entrance (Part 2)

"Boom... Kill!..."

The intense explosion sounded like thunder, echoing repeatedly in the narrow valley. Soon, the thunderous noise subsided, but the boiling din of battle was deafening. Countless cries and screams intermingled, piercing the sky. Above the valley, the circling American eagles, startled, took flight into the higher sky. From their vantage point, a swarm of dark green dots surged up the slope like a wolf pack, gradually engulfing the smoking camp.

"Haha! To kill the Otomi dogs and defeat the Cactus Tribe, you have to rely on my valiant Red Frog Tribe!..."

More than two li away, Chieftain Keka of the Red Frog Tribe, holding the severed head of the nobility Ico, burst into laughter. In front of him, the ambushing Pamus samurai were first met with a fierce volley of arrows and then attacked from four sides, and by now, they had all fallen.

A large group of Canine Warriors gleamed greedily as they rifled through the bodies of the fallen warriors. They stripped off the damaged, blood-stained cotton armor and hurriedly donned it on themselves. The pragmatic Canine Descendants from the wilderness understood the simple truth: in the brutality of combat, equipment is life. Suddenly, the rolling thunder boomed from the front of the valley, startling all the Canine Descendants, their faces filled with horror. Some were even so panicked they fell to the ground.

"... Eh?! What’s happened?"

Keka’s laughter was abruptly cut off. He turned to face east, only to see thick smoke rising from the forward camp, immediately showing a look of shock and suspicion. The chieftain of the Red Frog Tribe observed for a moment, then ordered the red-haired trusted aide beside him.

"Take two men with you and go scout the forward camp, find out what’s going on! Tell Mizili that I’ve dealt with things here. Hmm, and ask if he needs support?"

The red-haired trusted aide immediately set off. He traversed the narrow valley path and, after a short run, arrived at the forward post, two li away.

The forward post was now a scene of fierce battle. Hundreds of vanguard soldiers ascended the slope, crossed the camp walls, and battled the disordered Canine Warriors in melee combat. A vanguard soldier thrust his Copper Spear, impaling the Canine Descendant in front of him. A young Canine Warrior shouted in panic but hadn’t recovered from the shock of the explosion. The vanguard solider laughed loudly, pulled out his bloodied Copper Spear, and pounced towards the young Canine Warrior again. The young Canine finally wielded his Stone Spear in terror but after only a couple of parries, felt a sharp pain in his waist as the Copper Spear pierced through him.

Soon, the dark green figures stood firm within the camp. Great numbers of vanguard soldiers poured forth, forcing the defending army backward. A large group of Temple Crossbowmen followed closely behind the close-combat warriors, continuously blowing the chilling Death Whistles, intimidating the chaotic Canine Warriors.

An elder Temple Crossbowman swung a sharp War Club, demonstrating superb martial arts. With a diagonal step forward and a precise horizontal slash, he spliced open the chest and throat of a Canine Warrior, effortlessly killing the enemy that slipped through. Then, shifting his gaze forward, club in hand, he moved towards a nearby red-haired warrior. However, a crossbow bolt whizzed by and beat him to it, entering the damaged gray-blue cotton armor and pinning the red-haired warrior to the ground.

The elder Crossbowman glanced back and strode forward, swinging his club downward in a slash! The blade whistried across the throat, splattering bright red, and a red-haired head rolled on the ground, soon picked up and tossed backward.

"Take it! Tie it to your waist, your battle merit!"

The Temple Crossbowmen were selected from the Temple Guards. Molded by years of combat, their battle technique was outstanding, even surpassing the vanguard soldiers in bravery. With cover from close-combat warriors, many Crossbowmen closed in to shoot. The "swoosh, swoosh" of crossbow bolts broke through Wooden Shields, pinning down the Canine Warriors at the back of the camp, preventing them from raising their heads.

The fierce combat hadn’t lasted even a quarter-hour before the Canine Descendants had completely lost both the advantage of the terrain and the camp. As the red-haired Hunters fell one after another, the Mexica legion’s attack became even more unstoppable! In but a moment, a mob of Vanguard brutes broke through the Canine Descendants’ resistance and reached the center of the camp. They fervently shouted the name of the War God as they snapped the flag of Red Crow in two!

The heirloom flag fell into the mud and was further trampled by grass sandals, staining it even redder. Witnessing this scene, the common Canine Warriors completely lost their morale and quickly fled towards the rear. It was all too easy to kill the fleeing soldiers, and the camp was narrow and difficult to navigate. The fervent Vanguard brutes spared no mercy with their Copper Spears. The Canine Descendants fell like harvested corn, collapsing in rows, powerless. Bodies fell and stacked upon each other, and blood pooled and streamed until it covered the center of the camp in no time.

Watching the unfolding battle, Mizili’s eyes nearly split with rage, his heart bleeding. Nearly half of the Red Cat Tribe’s warriors were decimated! He roared angrily at Keka’s trusted aide.

"Reinforcements? It’s already too late! The Aztec people have witchcraft! The front of the camp can’t hold! Go back quickly and tell Keka to open the camp gates. I’ll gather the warriors from the rear camp and arrive in a moment!"

The red-haired trusted aide’s complexion changed at once. He bowed his head in a perfunctory salute, took two followers, and dashed out of the back gate of the camp to report to the rear. Mizili discarded his conspicuous Wolf Robe and struggled to gather the remaining warriors. After a quick count, he only came up with the number five hundred, his eyes turning blood-red in an instant.

However, the frenzied shouts of the Cactus warriors were already near at hand. Vanguard brutes crossed the center of the camp, and the "swoosh" of crossbow bolts shot over, nailing themselves onto the shields of the trusted aides, even piercing right through them. The fleeing Tribal Warriors crowded at the rear of the camp, trying to escape!

The Red Cat Chieftain reluctantly looked ahead, where hundreds of red-haired warriors were still struggling to resist, yet they simply could not retreat. He finally clenched his teeth fiercely and growled menacingly.

"We’re leaving!"

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Dozens of the Chieftain’s trusted aides swung their War Clubs, knocking down the deserters blocking the way. Then, five hundred battered Canine Descendants escorted the Chieftain and quickly retreated towards the rear camp.

"The Chieftain has fled!"

Desperate shouts echoed throughout the camp. The Canine Descendants turned their heads, instantly losing all will to fight. Under the Camp Commander’s direction, the fastest Vanguard brutes charged, blocking the retreat path, and a large number of Canine Warriors knelt and surrendered, including hundreds of elite red-haired fighters.

The Vanguard brutes, their eyes bloodshot from killing, still ferociously stabbed at the surrendering enemy, quickly adding another two or three hundred to the dead. The slaughter in the camp only gradually ceased upon the arrival of a new order from the leader of the Black Wolf squad.

"The Vanguard Army has distinguished itself in defeating the enemy and shall be richly rewarded! Three hundred Vanguards, continue the pursuit of the fleeing enemy, straight to the enemy’s rear camp! The rest of the Vanguard will rest for a quarter hour before escorting the prisoners back. Temple Crossbowmen shall regroup on the spot and wait for further reinforcements to arrive so we can break through the valley entrance in one fell swoop!"

"Roar! Praise the Chief Divine!"

Hearing the latest military order, the Vanguards lifted their heads and shouted, letting out victorious roars praising the glory of the Chief Divine. In the sky, the Americas eagles circled closer once again, savoring the scent of blood.

"Quack-quack!"

The cries from the sky came, as though the God of Death itself was singing praises.