Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Almighty! The Demonic Cipangu Natives are here again!"

"It’s that group of Red-haired Barbarians! They’re setting fires everywhere!"

"Damn it! Catch them, chop off their heads!"

"No, that won’t exorcise the demon attached to the Natives! We need to nail them on the Cross and burn them with the Almighty’s flames to ashes!"

The expeditionary army’s base is burning, with flames starting from the farm on the west side, spreading north to the Queen’s Wooden Castle under construction, and south towards the original North Bay Tribe huts. Under the blaze, the entire Castilian Expeditionary Army’s base was like a completely disturbed beehive!

Apart from the east and south where the Shenluo Mercenaries steadfastly guarded the fence, "unmovable as a mountain", all other expeditionary soldiers and sailors began to arm themselves. And the squad of twenty Holy War Veterans originally guarding the church, led by Captain Big Juan, decisively mobilized immediately to support the farm squad on the west side!

"Cassava God! Ancestors! Save us... Save us!..."

The wooden house ignited in flames, illuminating the farm like the Hell of Fire. More than thirty gravely ill Taino strong men crawled weakly on the ground, lamenting and crying. They were either skin and bones or deathly sick, unable to run, only able to kneel and pray on the ground. Seeing the slim hope of survival before them, how many could truly give up?

"Save us! Lizard Brothers! Conch Chieftain! We implore you, save us!..."

The cries of their same clan brothers sounded like some divine spell, rooting Lizard and Luo Luo in place. A dozen Taino people, carrying daggers, clenched their teeth, tears streaming down their faces. They were unwilling to run away, wanting to help these tribal same-clan who had barely survived from the lair of the Evil Demon...

For these simple Taino people, they couldn’t abandon living kin. They couldn’t, in the face of life and death, make cold decisions like the Canine Descendants of the Wilderness!

"Ah, ah! A bunch of foolish Taino!!..."

Seeing these cries for help and unwavering devotion, Red-haired Mique jumped in frustration, cursing loudly. At this moment, his eyes reddened, remembering the days in the Wilderness, recalling the necessity of abandoning the elderly, grandparents, just to perpetuate the tribe through the cold winter!

"Grandfather, Grandmother, you became meat for other tribes... while we ate the elderly from other tribes..."

Thinking of that unforgettable cold wave, two rare tears escaped from Red-haired Mique’s eye corners. He bit his lip fiercely, feeling the blood taste permeating his body and soul. Life in the warm-hearted Caribbean Sea finally added some cotton-like fragile softness to these Canine Descendants, hardened like sand and stone, indifferent to life and death.

But just a few moments later, he reddened his eyes, assisting Lizard and Luo Luo in making a rational and cold decision!

"Damn it! Release the arrows! Shoot them dead!"

"Whiz, whiz, whiz!"

The sharp arrow rain fired, none of the Canine Descendants hesitated, and no one missed. With targets this close, everyone could hit their marks!

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

"Release the arrows!"

"Whiz, whiz, whiz!"

"..."

After two rounds of deadly arrow rain, the thirty-plus starving and gravely ill Taino Tribespeople could no longer make a sound. They fell in the center of the farm, blood pooling together, dying on the land of the ancestors. Witnessing this scene, Lizard and Luo Luo trembled all over, suddenly crying out, losing all strength!

"Ancestors! No! No!!..."

"Get out! If you don’t leave, you’ll get killed too!..."

Red-haired Mique’s eyes reddened like a gray wolf maddened by the smell of blood. He swung his Long Spears, six strikes a second, using the wooden shaft to harshly whip these Taino Mazi, forcing them to cry and scream as they got up and ran. Then, he harshly spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, glaring at Lizard and Luo Luo’s crying, running figures, cursing viciously.

"These Taino chickens! If they can’t toughen up and become wolves and leopards, how will they survive the upcoming Divine War?... Fools! Roll west first, then south!!"

The cursing voice of the Red-haired Leader drifted west, as the urgent calls of the Warrior Leader came from the East.

"Captain Mique! Mique!"

"? Captain Tai Giant Eagle?"

"A squad of Evil Demon Veterans is coming from the northeast, they’re all tough nuts! Do you still have Poison Arrows?!"

"None left! This poison isn’t easy to save up, just enough for those initial trembling moments... Huff! Four slaps, twenty Evil Demon Veterans?!"

Red-haired Mique looked up and saw a squad of Holy War Veterans from the Cross Church, all wearing Breastplates, heading straight towards the bonfire in the west of the farm!

Behind this squad of veterans, there were also eight rushing Church Followers coming to provide support, all wearing chest armor and holding shield swords. The place they headed to was where the veterans previously guarded, which was the fence breached by the Kingdom’s raid!

"Whoosh!... Whoosh!..."

Despite the scattered cold arrows from the Canine Descendant Shooters and their harassment along the way, this squad of supporting veterans just lowered their heads, held up their iron shields, and silently ran towards the confirmed target!

"Damn it! This is a whole squad of Evil Demon veterans, plus more than a handful of half-iron-skinned people! This is trouble!..."

Red-haired Mique gritted his teeth, glancing at the Taino men and women desperately fleeing behind. Their stamina was insufficient, and their running speed wasn’t fast. If they couldn’t escape beyond two miles from the stronghold, once caught by the Evil Demon, they’d all be slain in a snap. But to block a whole squad, twenty armored Evil Demon veterans, plus eight chest armor followers?

"Chief Divine bless us! Haha, a big fish of the Evil Demon is coming!"

"Mique! We’ll just be here, in front of these two burning wooden houses, and take out this squad of Evil Demon veterans!"

Not far away, Warrior Captain Tai Giant Eagle rejoiced at the battle, without a hint of retreat. Evil Demon’s elite veterans? He brought the warriors here to fight the Evil Demon elite! And being a Military Merit Nobility for ten years, he only needed a glance to find the spot for a deadly fight, right in front of the burning wooden houses!

"Mique! Chief Divine grants us the courage to fight! Fight them right here, form ranks!"

"I’ll lead forty warriors to form ranks behind the two wooden houses! You take forty archers and ambush them in both side corners! When the Evil Demon’s battle team charges through between the wooden houses and gets entangled in a fight with our team... you all appear together, run to the houses, and shoot at their backs!"

"Haha! These two wooden houses can clearly illuminate these Evil Demons! Do it like this, fire at close range! Shoot at their faces without worrying about friendly fire!..."

"Chief Divine bless us! Eighty against more than twenty! The advantage is on our side!"

Warrior Captain Tai Giant Eagle, full of confidence, quickly set the small team’s combat plan, holding a two-handed battleaxe! And Red-haired Mique opened his mouth, looking at Tai Giant Eagle’s fanatical face and those equally fearless warriors. Somehow, he remembered that night again when Huitu Puapu led fifty warriors into the stronghold, bloodthirsty, and only fifteen came out...

"...Chief Divine bless us! Since we’re unafraid of death, fight to the death!"

Red-haired Mique silently counted his breath, uttering a sincere prayer. Then, he waved his hand broadly, pointing left and right, scolding fiercely.

"Go to both sides! Ambush! When the elite Evil Demons charge over and get entangled in close combat with the warriors... you shoot at close range! Aim at their heads and faces!"

"If any have poison arrows left, don’t save them, shoot them all!..."

"Yes! Got it, Boss!..."

"Chief Divine bless us! Form ranks, prepare to fight!"

Forty Canine Descendant Shooters quickly lowered their bodies, hiding in the darkness on both sides. Meanwhile, forty of the Kingdom’s Warriors skillfully lined up in a long formation under the firelight.

The warriors in the front row held wooden shields or scavenged iron shields and wielded hand axes. The warriors in the back row wielded two-handed battleaxes or swapped to scavenged Evil Demon longswords. They wore either Cloth copper armor from the Kingdom or Cloth Iron Armor from Iron Bay Town. At this moment, every warrior’s face bore the indifference of seeing life and death often and the fanaticism of being ready to sacrifice!

As soon as this Barbarian formation appeared, the hastily arriving twenty-man supporting veteran squad froze in unison. Landing in East India, fighting for so long, this was their first time truly seeing a Cipangu Native’s battle formation. And at the forefront, the veteran Captain Big Juan squinted his eyes and watched for several breaths. Quickly, he counted forty Barbarians, and his face revealed a savage and confident cold smile.

"Hehe! These Barbarians of Cipangu actually want to fight us in formation? Front shields, back axes, such a crude formation, just like the Viking pirates from hundreds of years ago!..."

"Queen bless us! Since they want to fight, we’ll fight them fair and square! Hear my command, front shields, middle spears, back axes, three-stage assault and charge! Let them see what true Holy War veterans are all about!..."

With that, Big Juan held a shield in one hand and a longsword in the other, charging at the forefront of the squad, approaching within fifty paces of the Native formation. Behind him were six sword and shield veterans, six spear veterans, and eight heavy axe veterans.

In this formation, there were slightly fewer sword and shield veterans. But the eight knight’s attendants holding sword and shield supplemented the front row, charging alongside the sword and shield veterans! And as long as the front row’s sword and shield soldiers entangled the enemy to form a battle line, the six spear veterans in the back would relentlessly thrust and strike! The eight heavy axe veterans would then flank to the sides, complementing the sword and shield attacks!

Such a three-stage assault, Holy War veterans had long practiced and mastered, far more complex and brutal than the Kingdom’s formation!

"Faith! Cross! Redemption!..."

Big Juan roared loudly, shouting the Holy War veterans’ battle cry. As both sides got closer, from fifty steps, to within thirty steps!

"Almighty! Light! Courage!..."

Big Juan continued to battle cry, leading fourteen shield-raising sword and shield soldiers in a jog, maintaining a tight formation. The Castilian assault’s ranks remained intact, passing through the two burning wooden houses. Soon, they were just ten steps away from the Cipangu Barbarians’ shield and axe formation!

"Queen! Glory! Victory!..."

Big Juan, without hesitation, issued the final and most fervent cry as the charge’s horn! Fourteen Castilian sword and shield soldiers suddenly raised their shields and rammed, colliding fiercely with the Kingdom Warriors holding shields in the front row!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"