Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The fierce battle drums rang out, and thousands of Ottopan Warriors clad in cotton armor, tightly grasping war clubs and shields, charged toward the high encampments. Following in the gray-blue figures' wake were over a thousand trusted aides in bronze cloth armor, wielding longbows as tall as a man. Approaching within fifty steps of the palisade walls, they exchanged shots with the Hunters within the camp.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

The whistling rain of arrows descended from above, striking the vital points of the Otomi Warriors. The Red Dog Tribe, with more than six hundred red-haired fighters, was almost twice the size of a common great tribe. These elite Hunters, shooting from a height, rarely missed their targets. Within just two rounds of shooting, the charging Otomi Warriors had lost over a hundred men, and their morale plummeted.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Fierce copper arrows shot upward, carrying a powerful force, piercing through the high-positioned red-haired hunters. The Longbow Aides, their expressions stern, took advantage of the protection of their copper armor to shoot down the enemy's elite. The red-haired hunters fired another round at the warriors, then had to shift their targets to engage with the thick-skinned Longbow Aides.

As the archers on both sides suppressed each other, the charging Otomi Warriors faced no more obstacles. They roared as they neared the palisade walls, then climbed up, engaging in close combat with the Canine Warriors!

The brutal melee devoured the lives of warriors on both sides, as blood and bodies fell like autumn leaves and blossomed like cactus flowers. In less than a quarter of an hour, the charging thousand Ottopan Warriors had nearly halved, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Bertade watched the fighting on the palisade walls with a calm expression. He saw the Canine Warriors gradually gathering below the walls and the red-haired hunters also revealing themselves, and then he waved the signal flag.

"First vanguard unit, throw the Divine Power Globes!"

The army had departed from the Rivermouth Fort, traveling north over seven hundred li, carrying a limited number of gunpowder weapons. During the attack on Red Fox Valley, they had consumed too much Clay Tribulus, and only enough remained for one round of throwing, which they had saved until now. In fact, early gunpowder would gradually lose saltpeter during long marches, thereby reducing its potency. At this moment, the Clay Tribulus, while potentially limited in explosive power, served more to shock the enemy troops.

"Praise the Chief Divine, sacrifice for God!"

The first unit's two hundred vanguard barbarians fervently prayed and screamed in zeal. Then, clutching ignited Divine Power Globes, they rushed toward the palisade walls. Along the way, the Longbow Aides stepped aside, leaving a wide path for the charge.

"Quick! Red-haired hunters, shoot down the charging enemies!"

Seeing this, Chichika, who personally supervised the battle, changed his expression and repeatedly shouted. He had heard from Amoxtli of the Red Crow Tribe that these Divine Power Globes were immensely powerful. Although inconvenient for field battles, they were truly effective weapons for attacking camps!

The Red Dog Tribe, encountering such weapons for the first time, could hardly react. In just a moment, hundreds of smoking globes had been thrown into the camp, rolling to the feet of the entangled fighters. The Ottopan Warriors, already hard-pressed, now felt even more like doomed spirits. They desperately dropped their enemies and jumped off the palisade walls, fleeing toward the camp's outskirts.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

While the Canine Warriors were still puzzled, the terrifying explosions erupted like thunderclaps one after another. Hundreds of tribal warriors fell on the spot, and the red-haired hunters were also stunned and disoriented by the blasts. Bertade, disregarding the scattering warriors of the first unit, solemnly issued his orders.

"Second Ottopan Warrior unit, charge to the death!"

"Roar! Kill!"

A thousand gray-blue warriors shouted out loud, then surged-up the encampments. The new round of charges was unstoppable, and the Canine Defense Army, yet to recover from the shock, was slaughtered by the warriors. In less than a quarter of an hour, the main camp's walls were breached. After several rounds of fighting, the Red Dog Tribe lost nearly a thousand warriors. The remaining four hundred-plus red-haired fighters retreated into the camp, continuing to resist with arrows.

"Chieftain's guard, advance! Block them!"

Seeing the breach in the palisade walls, Chichika, the Great Chief, was furious. The sun had just reached mid-sky, and it would take time for the aid from the Red Crow Tribe to arrive! He personally took up a shield, came to the center of the encampment, and rallied the tribe's morale. The reserve of two thousand warriors also surged forward, engaging in close combat with the invading warriors.

The boiling cries of battle shook the valley's mouth, warm blood forming streams. The Red Dog Tribe fought to the death, the situation in the camp reaching a stalemate.

Bertade stepped forward a hundred steps, arriving outside the main camp. He focused on the carnage inside, his brow deeply furrowed.

The terrain within the Red Dog encampment was complex with varying elevations. The warriors of both sides were intermingled, like interlocking teeth. The archers' lines of sight were also obstructed by the complex terrain, making shooting difficult.

The legion's warriors had already breached the palisade walls, making deep inroads into the encampment. Usually at this point, whether it was the defending army of Tarasco or the tribes of Red Fox Valley, they would quickly disperse. However, at this moment, the Red Dog Tribe was still fiercely resisting, showing no signs of dispersion. The ones close to breaking weren't the intruding Otomi Warriors!

"The Red Dog Tribe is truly tenacious!"

Xiuote stood on the highlands, overlooking the battle. He saw the gray-blue tide of warriors charging in, firmly blocked by the Red Dog warriors, and even slowly pushed back toward the palisade walls. Somewhat surprised, the King couldn't help but praise the opponent.

"Chichika deserves the loyalty of warriors, a true hero!"

Ozoma looked embarrassed, lowering his head and agreeing, momentarily unsure how to respond. A few steps away, the Poet Balamo, eyes sparkling with inspiration, watched the battlefield and recited loudly.

"...The most beautiful onyx in the world is the blood pearls of warriors! They glitter under the dazzling sun, they scatter in the sacred long wind... Indomitable and undaunted spirits, like rocks solidified in a volcano, even the God of Death leading souls cannot take you away!..."