Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 630 - 326: A Deadly Fight in the Mountains - End

"Swoosh!"

The bone arrow came as fast as lightning, a flash before the eyes! Jiowar had not reacted when a sudden pain struck his chest, and his whole body shivered from the impact.

"Hiss... Bang!"

The sharp arrow pierced through the cloth, hitting the bronze armor plate with a "bang." The Coyote Prince stepped back, quickly lowered his head to look. The arrow hit right in the center, but it did not penetrate the copper armor.

"Damn it, they actually shot at my vitals!"

Jiowar was frightened and looked around for the enemy who had ambushed him.

Not far away, Uman was stunned. His arrow had hit the vital spot, yet the enemy did not fall. The red-haired trusted aide’s face showed a ferocious color as he, along with dozens of red-heads, charged forward another ten steps and raised his hand for another shot.

"Swoosh!... Bang!"

The bone arrow hit the copper armor, making another metallic clank. Jiowar’s chest hurt again, as if someone had punched him from afar, and he took another step back. He looked down to see this arrow also hit the heart area, merely two inches from the previous one.

"Damn it, such precise shooting!"

Jiowar glared ahead, finally spotting the enemy general who shot the arrows. It was a red-haired Canine Hunter, with no distinctive clothes. He held a Greatbow, rarely seen among Guajili people, now gazing this way.

"So it really is a thick-skinned armadillo..."

Uman lowered his bow to observe, his face revealing an incredulous expression. He stared at the unharmed Otomi leader and whispered a curse in surprise.

"Damn it, so thick-skinned!"

Standing more than fifty steps apart, both men looked at each other with intimidating killing intent. Jiowar turned around and gave orders to his trusted aides in a loud voice. Uman bit his lip hard and yelled to the red-heads around him.

"Charge another ten steps! Fight the Otomi dogs on both sides! At the center, red-headed hunters, shoot the bird king with me!"

After saying this, Uman charged ahead. The distance of ten steps was covered in an instant, as he once again lifted the Greatbow and pulled it taut with all his strength. This time, he aimed for the bird king’s face! Around him, thirty-something elite red-headed hunters also raised their Hunting Bows, aiming for head and face vitals.

"Damn it, damn it! Despicable Guajili Canine Descendants attacking by stealth!"

Jiowar watched the group of red-heads aiming at him, shuddered all over, and cursed angrily. He threw away the War Club in his hand and lifted the shield with both hands, desperately covering his head, face, and neck.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!... Pfft pfft!... Bang!"

The red-headed hunters didn’t miss their targets, as the whistling arrows brought a tremor of death. Most bone arrows struck the wooden shield, and the rest accurately stuck into the cloth armor. Jiowar bent over with the shield raised, like walking in a torrential downpour, his whole body getting painfully beaten. After a single volley, his Armor was stuck with more than a dozen arrows, turning him into a hedgehog.

"Damn it! Sneaky curs!"

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Jiowar struggled to steady himself, carefully tilted the shield ajar, and peeked out to observe. Burning with rage, he stretched out his hand, pointed in Uman’s direction, and roared orders to his trusted aides.

"Shoot! Shoot them dead!"

Nearly a hundred trusted aides had already taken out Longbows, ready to shoot. Upon hearing their leader’s command, they drew their bows and notched arrows together, aiming briefly before firing at the opposite side.

After Jiowar became a prince, the generous lord bestowed two hundred Longbows. Half were distributed among the important nobility and chieftains. The remaining half were used to select elites, emulating their lord, and forming this team of Longbow trusted aides.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

Sharp Copper Arrows cut through the air. At this distance, the Canine Descendants’ cloth clothes were like paper mache, and captured Cotton Armor could not provide resistance. Uman sensed the danger beforehand and violently threw himself to the ground, rolling back twice with force.

"Pfft, pfft... Ah!"

Arrows sinking into flesh made a blood-curling squelching sound, immediately followed by agonizing screams that drowned out everything else and fell upon Uman’s ears. Lying on the ground, covered in dust, he looked beside him and his heart sank. More than a dozen elite red-headed hunters were hit by arrows and fell to the ground bleeding, clearly beyond saving.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!..."

The Longbow trusted aides stood firm and aimed, launching another round of fierce volleys that fell among the rear ranks of Canine Warriors. A dozen Canine Descendants fell instantly, the backlines thrown into chaos. Meanwhile, the several hundred Canine Descendants desperately charging at the forefront were also blocked by the converging Otomi Warriors.

"Blessings of the ancestors! Form battle formation, break the enemy line!"

Jiowar waved his shield and shouted loudly to bolster the morale of his forces. Seeing their leader personally at the frontline unharmed, the Ottopan Warriors’ spirit surged. They let out a battle cry and began to fight ferociously. Soon, the warriors formed a battle formation, raised their shields to cover each other, and gradually stabilized the battle line.

A Canine Warrior frantically swung the Stone Hammer, charging at the Otomi Warriors’ battle line. He struck with all his might, aimed forward but was blocked by a middle-aged warrior’s shield. The middle-aged warrior braced against the dented shield, leaned back slightly, and another young warrior swung the War Club, slashing toward the enemy’s chest and abdomen.

"Sizzle!"

A burst of fresh red sprayed from the chest and abdomen. The Canine Warrior suddenly arched his back, losing all strength and slumping sideways to the ground. Another Canine Descendant charged with the Stone Spear, the middle-aged warrior again raised his shield to block, and the young warrior cut diagonally from the side. After an anguished cry, another corpse was added to the ground.

Facing the formed battle array, the Canine Warriors began to incur rapid losses, while the casualties of the warriors significantly decreased. Uman looked around the battlefield, anxiety growing in his heart. He withdrew to where the Tribal Warriors were, commanding the striking elites.

"Howl! Red-headed hunters, scatter and shoot, suppress the enemy archers! Tribal Warriors, circle to the flanks, don’t charge the formation head-on!"