Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Whoosh... boom!"

Moonlight like water, yet flashes of fire flicker in the night. The first gunpowder arrow streaks past the fence, exploding into a burst of flying sparks, traveling a great distance, and igniting the huts at the back. Then, dozens of gunpowder arrows fly in succession, flames dancing in chaotic trajectories in the night sky, like fierce spears hurled by the gods. Sparks scattered throughout the camp, flames spreading instantly, whether the fence, huts, or hay piles, all ignite at the points where the arrows land.

"Dios mío! Almighty! Gunpowder arrows? How can barbarians use such hellish things?"

Heavenly fire flickers everywhere, the faint firelight illuminating the startled faces of the Castilian Expeditionary Army. The impact of these gunpowder arrows was far greater than their actual damage! And once they truly ignite the buildings, they transform from sparks into an inferno, truly beginning to devour the final stronghold of the expeditionary army!

"Whoosh... boom!"

Another round of piercing whistling! More twisting fire arrows raiding, like a flight of chaotic crows, like meteor showers! They scream down, exploding, and burning into clusters of floating fire, sticking to where they hit, extinguishing only when burnt out. And a few of the farthest-shot arrows even flew towards the wooden fort hundreds of steps away, igniting a corner of the fort right before Deputy Commander Antonio!

"Quick! Extinguish the fire, extinguish the fire! We must not let these gunpowder arrows ignite the wooden fort! Quickly, use the sand dug when repairing the fort to put out these flames!"

Inside the wooden fort, Deputy Commander Antonio was shocked, as if he had returned to the siege of Granada. Those Moorish heathens had also deployed such hellacious gunpowder weapons. And now, this familiar blaze appears in the far East, in the hands of the Eastern natives he thought dull and barbaric!

"No! We can’t let the barbarians shoot and set fires wantonly anymore! Faslik! Take a team of 20 veterans and go support the west side! Blow the horn! Let the veterans at the west fence advance and fire arrows to drive away the barbarians!"

Night flows with fire, illuminating the earth in flickers, revealing the vague figures of the barbarians, the number uncertain. The first team of Castilian reinforcements set out from the wooden fort, the urgent sound of horns also ringing from the fort.

"Woo dee! Woo dee!"

"Faith! Cross! Redemption!"

The 30 Holy War veterans guarding the west side, as if they received an order, let out a fervent shout and suddenly sprung into action. They raised shields at the front, held bows at the back, and ran out from the burning fence. Then, under the cover of shield soldiers, the sharpshooters of the veterans shot sharp arrows towards the flickering fire!

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

Night shooting purely relies on instinct, but the distance between both sides’ archers is now very close, likely within fifty paces. Sharp arrows streaked across the dark night, many missing and flying far, while the rest hit the vague barbarians in the firelight, bringing forth cries of pain!

"Ugh! Ah!"

"Chief Divine help us! The evil shadow archers are emerging! Shoot them, use poison arrows!"

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Vicious poison arrows shot forth, leaving a series of "bangs" on the iron shields at the front row. These Holy War veterans have learned from their last ambush experience, wearing armor, raising shields, and wearing helmets, mutually covering each other. Only one poison arrow grazed the cheek of a sharpshooter veteran. Yet that veteran shot two more arrows, killed a Dog Descendant Shooter, then suddenly went limp and fell head back to the ground.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

"Chief Divine bears witness! These elite warriors of evil are too resilient! Let the Taino matchlock gunners come forward and smash their shields and armor!"

At the west side fence, the shooting continued for several rounds, reinforcement from the Castilian side arrived, forming a larger arrow shield formation. They didn’t take risky actions, merely suppressing the barbarians outside the fence with archery. Meanwhile, the kingdom side consisted of just seventy to eighty Dog Descendant light armor archers, even though many fell, no heavy armored warriors appeared.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

"Rustle rustle..."

Many bare feet tread through the grass, appearing at the rear formation of the Dog Descendant Shooters, stepping with slight sounds of grass leaves. Taino Captain Chiwo, dressed in light armor, holding a Castilian heavy musket, with a slightly glowing match cord, like a ghost in the night, stooped approaching the forward firing line. He is precisely a Red Soil Clan member in Cuba, the first Taino hunter to convert to Chief Divine, a devout Taino elite militia, and now the captain of the Taino matchlock gun team!

"Quick! Stand your ground... shoot quickly! Withdraw after shooting!"

Taino Captain Chiwo’s voice was low, shouting a few instructions, then mimicked a sharp bird call. Under the night’s veil, protected by Dog Descendant Shooters, thirty Taino Matchlock Gunners stealthily sneaked in and approached, then scattered and stood firm. They skillfully raised the preloaded matchlocks, fixing the flickering match cords into the match cord clips. Those brilliant matchlocks aimed at the unusually clear evil shield formation thirty steps away, almost pressing directly in front! Then, they simultaneously pulled the triggers, as the match cords dropped, the flash pan cover popped open, the fuse ignited the firing powder, and a burst of flame and smoke emitted, projecting lethal death pellets!

"Puff... boom! Boom! Boom!"

Thunderous sounds erupted explosively in the west, thirty matchlocks spewing fire almost simultaneously! The smoke swirling like clouds, fire instantly illuminating outside the fence. And those local native-attired figures holding matchlocks instantly became an unforeseen, truly terrifying source of assault for the Castilian Expeditionary Army!