Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Set fire! Set fire! Burn down this shed! And that house over there too!"

The firelight from the ignited stable reflected outward, extending west to block the reinforcement of the Evil Demon troops. The Canine Descendants who cut down the horses had already begun setting fires haphazardly. Here, however, seven or eight Canine Descendants were focused on collecting the "rare" spoils of war.

"Clang! Bang! Thud!..."

The brutal hacking sounds, just like blacksmithing, heavily struck on Knight Garcia’s steel neck guard! Under such direct force, the steel neck guard deformed after two hits. Knight Garcia’s neck was thus tightly strangled by the guard!

"Ugh! Hoho... Barbarians..."

Knight Garcia’s eyes suddenly widened, as he could no longer breathe. He trembled all over, struggling, his vision darkening, and his mind going blank as hypoxia and the memories of impending death bubbled to the forefront.

"For the Almighty and the Queen, conquest of the East India natives..."

At that moment, he suddenly recalled when he first landed on the island, riding a tall horse, brandishing a knight’s lance, slaughtering the natives with relish! And the native chieftain, who stopped fleeing, turned to charge at him desperately, only to be pierced to death by his lance. That was truly the glory of the knight’s conquest! And merely three months later, he went from such a knight’s moment of glory to such a suffocating death...

"Almighty... Holy Mother... The Earth..."

"Knight... Honor... Death..."

"Ah! I, Garcia de Sanpero, knight of Santiago de Compostela... will end up in such a humiliating way, dying at the hands of a group of natives, dying on the muddy ground..."

"Bang... Thud!..."

"Ugh!!..."

The bronze axes of many hacked several times, even creating nicks, before finally cutting open the steel neck guard. Afterwards, the Canine Warrior who got the knight’s sword laughed gleefully, suddenly raising the knight’s sword high and slashing down!

"No!!"

Walking Knight Inigo’s eyes widened in rage, watching the natives some twenty paces away using the knight’s sword like an axe for a full-force blow! Then, Knight Garcia’s head slowly, resolutely rolled off his body.

This was the first, the very first "Knight Order Knight" killed in battle by the hands of the natives! And a knight clad in plate armor, killed by the natives!

"O Lord! Seeing this, even the Divine Son would weep!..."

"A bunch of fools! It’s dawn, the large forces of the Evil Demon have arrived! Retreat with me! Withdraw to the southeastern thickets!..."

In the stable and pasture, the Red-haired Chabo gasped heavily, his face and head covered in sweat. He finally crippled the last found warhorse by cutting its leg. These warhorses lay scattered all over the pasture, still alive for now.

Actually, some horses’ legs were not broken, just injured, and with careful tending, they could recover and even stand to mate. However, in any case, these horses couldn’t charge anymore. Their threat to the Kingdom’s Vanguard Warriors would vanish along with their injured legs...

"Ah! It’s dawn! Time to run!"

"Damn barbarians! Leave the knight’s head! Damn, I will kill you all! Kill you all!..."

Walking Knight Inigo ran desperately, but the heavy armor slowed him down too much. When he rushed to within ten paces, the last red-haired barbarian quickly picked up Knight Garcia’s head along with his helmet cover, clutching them while running eastward. Shouting ahead as he ran.

"Leader! Another Iron Man’s coming from behind! With two half-Iron Men!"

"We’ll lure them into the thickets! You throw a few rope harnesses in front, wait for them to continue chasing..."

"And kill him too! Strip the armor and take it away!..."

"Desecrate the knight’s body, let his soul not rest in peace! Damn barbarians! I will cut you down!"

The barbarians’ shouts floated from ahead, incomprehensible babble. Behind them, Walking Knight Inigo pursued with red eyes, a knight’s sword in hand, followed closely by two chamberlains. They watched the head held by the barbarians in front, their eyes filled with the rage of a Castilian bull!

"For the honor of the Santiago Knight Order! I will surely kill you!"

Knight Inigo chased closely, always staying within ten paces of the barbarian carrying Garcia’s head. It seemed as if with just a bit more effort, he could cut down the enemy!

However, when the trio ran out of the pasture and onto the small eastern slope, the chamberlain on the left suddenly stepped on something, crashing to the ground! Then, the one on the right also stumbled over something yet quickly reacted, stumbling out clumsily.

"Chief Divine! Damn! The Iron Man didn’t trip, but a half-Iron Man did..."

"We’ve lured them far enough! Use the old method! Take down those two half-Iron Men first!"

Red-haired Mique squinted, suddenly turning around. The fleeing Canine Descendants suddenly halted. This was their classic tactic: lure and ambush! With a shout from Chabo, over twenty archers simultaneously shot arrows, all aiming for those two floundering chamberlains!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

"Ah!!"

The sharp screams rang out suddenly, as several precise feathered arrows hit the heads and faces of the two chamberlains. They screamed, falling onto the grass. Over a dozen red-haired barbarians, holding Long Spears, charged back to attack!

"?! Is this? An ambush?!"

At that moment, Knight Inigo was suddenly startled! Only then did he realize he had rushed too far ahead with his men, while the seven or eight knights and chamberlains supporting him were still extinguishing the fires in the stables, eager to save their mounts!

"Damn it! No! I still have armor! One plate armor knight, is worth a hundred natives!"

If riding on a warhorse, with chamberlains protecting on both sides, the plate armor knight indeed possesses the ability to hold off a hundred men! But in this chaotic battle, can one fight against dozens... Knight Inigo’s heart beat wildly, while raising his knight’s sword and retreating continuously, turning his head to shout toward the stables behind him.

"Quick! Brothers of the Knight Order, come and support me!!..."

"For the sake of the Almighty! Come quickly! Hurry!!..."

"Haha! This Iron Man is retreating...he’s afraid!..."

"No more waiting! Let’s charge together, knock him down, and kill him!"

"Roar!..."

A dozen Red-haired Dog Descendants grinned, baring wolf-like teeth. They growled and roared, charging forward together!

"Die, barbarian!"

Knight Inigo raised his knight’s sword for a horizontal sweep, then followed with a series of strikes! This well-honed knight swordsmanship was impeccably executed, swiftly killing two Red-haired Dog Descendants!

However, the remaining Dog Descendants showed no hint of fear from such slaughter. As if death was just an everyday occurrence for them! They did not retreat but advanced, each grabbing the knight’s limbs and pulling forward!

"Hold him down! Take him down! Take him down!!"

"Haha! He’s down! He’s down!!"

The Red-haired Dog Descendants shouted and laughed, like a pack of beasts, wrestling Knight Inigo to the ground, holding him tightly. And this time, it was Red-haired Mique himself who acted. He seized Inigo’s knight’s sword, and in high excitement, swung it at the opponent’s neck!

"What a long-handled axe! So sharp!"

"Bang! Thud! Thud!..."

Witnessing this scene from two hundred paces away, the knights and chamberlains in the stables were shocked and hastily rushed to provide support. But a dozen Dog Descendants had already turned back to intercept, frantically shooting arrows to harass! Red-haired Mique paid no heed, resolute in slashing at the knight’s neck below, one strike after another!

"Ah! Holy Mother! I... I regret!... "

"I shouldn’t have boarded the fleet... come to this barbarian land..."

"They are disciples of the demon... uncivilized... barbarians!..."

Knight Inigo, with reddened eyes, struggled unwillingly, muttering softly, eventually losing strength. He labored to breathe, his low breaths continued until they ceased. Then, the knight’s sword, passed down through generations, engraved with the Escalante family name, finally completely severed the steel neck guard, chopping off its master’s head!

"Leon... my dear Leon..."

In this last moment before death, Knight Inigo’s concern was still for his lame warhorse Leon. In the knight’s heart, even the Holy War veterans fighting alongside him were not as important as his steed, let alone those worthless mercenaries, sailors, and insignificant natives.

This previously lame warhorse was raised by him on the farm of strong men to the west, nourished with fresh grass, even the eggs laid by hens, and now it can walk slowly. Because of this, this lucky little mare escaped the vile native’s assault. But after his death, which knight would so carefully tend to her?...

"Holy Mother, please let her live, no matter how..."

Knight Inigo’s head rolled a few times, closing his eyes amidst the crimson. Then, his helmeted head was picked up by a native, while the plate armor on his body was stripped off and held in the arms of Red-haired Mique.

"Ah? Boss! Didn’t you say not to escape with armor?"

"Fool! We’ve already run out of the demon stronghold, onto this hill! We’ve killed an Iron Man, the rest wouldn’t dare chase... if they really came after us, I’d just throw this armor away!..."

"Go! Blow the horn! Everyone retreat! Retreat!"

"Toot! Toot!"

The shrill horn sounded through the eastern hillside. Then, similar horn sounds echoed from the southern side of the village. The morning sun gradually rose, the fires at the stronghold still burning, everything seemed painted with blood and flames, as if the end of the world had come!

"Haha! The Iron Men indeed don’t dare pursue! They’ve stopped, picking up those few corpses!"

"What a shame... to have killed another Iron Man..."

"Stop dreaming, let’s go! These Iron Men are tough, not afraid of arrows, and ferocious in slashing... if they weren’t isolated, if a group of Iron Men gathered, there’s simply no way to fight!"

"Hmm... the next batch of support fleets must bring those long-tube, smoking firearms! Only this can blast through their iron skins!"

"Yes! Bring the magic artifact!..."

"Haha! Slashing those Four-legged Riding Beasts is indeed joyous! Sadly, no meat to eat..."

"When we return, let’s eat fish and lizards in the tribe! It’s also meat, make do and eat!"

More than thirty Red-haired Barbarians fled eastwards, shouting excitedly as they ran, seemingly indifferent to killing and being killed. And on the southern side of the demon stronghold, scattered fierce barbaric warriors, wearing dark green leather armor, dashed toward the sparse hill to the south. Compared with the initial team of fifty, their current number was only fifteen, they lost a full seventy percent!~~

"Chief Divine! We die for you! Die in the glorious divine war!..."

On this morning, the sun rose as if drenched in blood, quenching its thirst with crimson. This blood-stained sun was destined to be remembered by all, just like the blood soaking the camp. After this day, the expeditionary army of Castile will forever remember this night, remember this ’Sorrowful Blood-stained Night’, indelibly!