Chapter 307: Battle of Taniguchi (Part 2)

"Boom. Kill!."

The violent explosion sounded like thunder, echoing repeatedly in the narrow valley. Soon, the thunder weakened, but the boiling sound of fighting was deafening. Countless shouts and howls mixed together and rushed into the sky. Above the valley, the circling American vultures were frightened and flapped their wings to fly high into the sky. In its sight, small dark green dots rushed up the slope like a pack of wolves, gradually submerging the smoking camp.

"Haha! To kill the Otomi Dog and defeat the Cactus Tribe, we still have to look at my Red Frog Tribe who is good at fighting!"

More than two miles away, Chief Koka of the Red Frog was laughing while holding the head of the noble Iko. In front of him, the attacking Parmus warriors were first shot by a hail of arrows, and then attacked from all sides. At this time, they all fell to the ground.

The large group of canine warriors looked greedy and groped carefully on the corpses of the warriors. They took off their damaged, blood-stained cotton armor and couldn't wait to put it on themselves. The pragmatic canine descendants of the wasteland understand a simple truth: in brutal battles, equipment is life. Suddenly, rolling thunder suddenly exploded from the front of the valley, and all the canine descendants turned pale and looked horrified at each other. Some people even felt helpless and fell to the ground.

".Uh? What's going on?!"

Cocker's laughter was interrupted momentarily. He turned to the east and saw thick smoke rising from the front camp, and he suddenly looked surprised. Chief Red Frog watched for a moment and then gave instructions to the red-haired bodyguard beside him.

"Take two people and let me go to the front camp to investigate! Tell Mizli that I have solved it! Well, ask him again if he wants support?"

The red-haired bodyguard left immediately. He passed through the narrow valley and ran for a moment before arriving at the front village two miles away.

At this time, the front village was already full of fierce fighting. Hundreds of vanguard barbarians rushed up the slope, crossed the village wall, and fought against the chaotic dog warriors. One of the vanguard barbarians thrust out a bronze spear and stabbed the canine in front of him to death. The young canine warrior next to him shouted randomly, but he had not yet recovered from the shock of the explosion. The vanguard barbarian soldier grinned widely, pulled out the blood-stained copper spear, and pounced on the young canine again. The young dog-born swung the stone spear in fear, but after resisting for a few times, he felt a sudden pain in his waist and abdomen, and was stabbed to death by the copper spear.

Soon, the dark green figure stood firm in the camp. A large group of vanguard barbarians rushed towards them, and the red-haired hunters had no choice but to throw away their hunting bows and wave their captured war clubs to attack. The red-haired men had fierce eyes, precise and agile movements, and roared beastly roars from time to time. They were much tougher than ordinary tribal warriors. However, they suffered heavy casualties in the two rounds of explosions. At this time, they were no longer able to form a front and fell into a bitter battle. The camp immediately lost shooting support.

The two vanguard barbarians cooperated with each other, thrust out copper spears one after another, and approached a red-haired warrior. The red-haired man quickly retreated, holding the battle stick in both hands, and kept swinging it fiercely, hitting the shields of the two people, making a "bang bang" sound. However, the camp was narrow, and in just a moment, Hongfa was blocked by the wall, unable to retreat. The two vanguards roared at the same time, and both advanced to thrust their spears. The red-haired man blocked a bronze spear with difficulty, then felt a pain in his leg, and immediately became unsteady on his feet. The two bronze spears were quickly retracted and thrust out again, piercing deeply into the softness, and the screams immediately became shrill! Then it stopped abruptly.

Hundreds of vanguard barbarians charged forward like a tide, squeezing the defenders back. A large group of temple crossbowmen followed closely behind the melee warriors, constantly blowing shrill death whistles to intimidate the chaotic canine warriors.

An old temple crossbowman wielded a sharp war club, showing superb martial arts. He stepped forward diagonally, and with just one precise horizontal slash, he cut the chest and neck of a dog-born, easily killing the enemy who slipped through the net. Then, he moved his eyes forward, held the stick in both hands, and was about to kill a red-haired warrior not far away. However, a crossbow arrow made a "whoosh" sound, one step ahead of him, and shot into the damaged gray-blue cotton armor, pinning the red-haired warrior to the ground.

The older crossbowman looked back and glared, then strode forward and slashed with his stick! The sharp blade scratched the neck, bright red splashed out, and a red-haired head rolled to the ground, and was immediately picked up and thrown back.

"Take it! Tie it around your waist, your battle exploits!"

Temple Crossbowmen are drawn from the Temple Guard. They have been fighting for many years and have excellent combat skills, even braver than the vanguard barbarians. Under the cover of the melee warriors, many crossbowmen came close to shoot. The crossbow arrows smashed through the wooden shield, and the canine warriors behind the camp were unable to lift their heads.

Less than two moments into the fierce fighting, the canine descendants had already lost the advantage of the terrain and camp. The red-haired hunters were killed one after another, and the Mexican Legion's attack became more unstoppable! It didn't take long for a group of vanguard barbarians to break through the resistance of the canine people and arrive at the center of the camp. They chanted the name of the God of War feverishly, clenched their hands, and broke the red cat's flag!

The inherited flag fell into the soil and was trampled on by straw sandals, dyeing it even brighter red. Seeing this scene, the ordinary canine warriors completely lost their morale and quickly fled to the rear. It is easiest to kill defeated troops, but the camp is narrow and difficult to navigate. The vanguard barbarians thrust out their bronze spears feverishly and showed no mercy. The canine descendants were like harvested corn, falling to the ground in rows. Corpses piled up one after another, blood flowed, and the center of the camp was covered in a moment.

Looking at the battle situation in front of him, Mizli's eyes were splitting with anger and his heart was bleeding. Nearly half of the soldiers of the Red Cat Tribe have been killed or injured! He yelled angrily at Cocker's bodyguards.

"Support? It's too late now! The Aztecs have evil magic! The front camp can't be defended! Go back quickly and let Coca open the camp door. I'll gather the soldiers in my hands and we'll be there in a moment!"

The red-haired guard suddenly changed color. He bowed and saluted briefly, and with two followers, he quickly ran out of the back door of the camp and went to the rear camp to report. Mizli threw away his conspicuous wolf robe and tried to gather the remaining warriors. He counted them briefly and only got the number of 500, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

However, the fanatical shouts of the cactus warriors were already in sight. The vanguard barbarians crossed the center of the camp, and the crossbow arrows shot "咻咻" and nailed on the shields of the guards, and even penetrated the shields. The fleeing tribe warriors squeezed in the back of the camp and were trying to escape!

The Red Cat Chief looked ahead reluctantly. Hundreds of red-haired warriors were still fighting hard, but they couldn't retreat at all. He finally gritted his teeth and growled fiercely.

"Let's go!"

Dozens of the chief's guards waved their war sticks and knocked down the fleeing soldiers blocking the back. Then, the five hundred remaining dog soldiers escorted the chief and quickly retreated to the rear camp.

"The chieftain has escaped!"

Desperate cries echoed in the camp. The dog race turned around and lost all their fighting spirit in an instant. Under the command of the battalion commander, the fastest vanguard barbarians rushed over and blocked the retreat route. A large number of dog race warriors knelt down and surrendered, including hundreds of elite red-haired soldiers.

The vanguard barbarians were already blood-curdling. Facing the surrendered enemies, they were still stabbing fiercely. Soon, more than 200 surrendered soldiers died. It was not until the order of the Black Wolf Regiment Leader arrived again that the killing in the camp gradually stopped.

"The vanguard corps will be rewarded for its meritorious service in defeating the enemy! Three hundred vanguards will continue to chase and kill the defeated enemy until they reach the enemy's rear camp! The rest of the vanguards will rest for a quarter of an hour and then escort the prisoners back. The temple crossbowmen put out the flames and rest on the spot. Wait for the follow-up reinforcements to come and break through the valley in one fell swoop!"

"Roar! Praise the Lord!"

Hearing the latest military order, the vanguards raised their heads and shouted, roaring in victory, praising the glory of the Lord. In the sky, the American eagle circled closer again, savoring the bloody aroma in the wind.

"Quack!"

The breeze blew up the smoke and dust, and the bright red seeped into the soil. The cry from the sky came, low and mournful, like the expectation of the god of death.