Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Chapter 2165 - 1566: Do You Want to Live or Die? (Part 2)

"Move aside! Anyone in my way, dies!!..."The Wolf Fang Club whistled through the air, followed by the Iron Bone, the Iron Spear cutting horizontally and vertically. The four warriors saw another round of blood, killing four cavalrymen from the Wulusi tribe; they finally broke through to Chieftain Tai Gu’en. Tai Gu’en quickly cast aside his bow and arrow, gripping his long spear with both hands to block. Maha Agudah’s Wolf Fang Club was already roaring powerfully towards him.

"Haha! Brace yourself!..."

"Crack!"

The Wolf Fang Club swung down forcefully, snapping the spear shaft in half! Chieftain Tai Gu’en twisted his body vigorously, and his shoulder grazed slightly, immediately showing red. This was still because Agudah had a scruple, not wanting to harm Tai Gu’en’s good horse, he swung it obliquely instead of directly.

"Aha, the Chief Divine sees! Watch my Bone!..."

For the sake of Tai Gu’en’s horse, Agudah held back slightly, but Wushu had no such consideration. He let out a wild roar, swinging his Bone Knife viciously, striking right at the horse’s head! That horse neighed mournfully for a moment, tilted its head, and fell sideways...

"Lyu..."

"Ah!..."

"Heavenly Divine! The chieftain has fallen! The chieftain has fallen!"

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!!..."

Chieftain Tai Gu’en let out a miserable cry, the whole being crushed under the horse. The good horse still kicked twice, before spitting blood, its head flattening, and died in front of Agudah. Agudah’s eyes widened as he swung his club horizontally, turning swiftly to sweep another Wulusi down from his horse. Then, he looked at the good horse of the chieftain killed by Wushu, dazed for two breaths, before letting out a maddened roar.

"Wushu!! You’ve killed another horse! My horse!!..."

Wushu wore a fierce expression, grinning as he chased the already retreating enemies. But hearing Agudah’s angry roar, he gasped, the heavy weapon in his hand drooping slightly, and the Iron Bone meant to strike the enemy’s head once again smashed into the head of a horse!

"Ah?!..."

"Lyu!..."

This time the horse neighed for a long time, whether it could be saved, no one knew. But whether human or horse, struck by that eight or nine-pound hammer, perhaps even if it didn’t die, it would be crippled. A cold sweat broke out on Wushu’s back, he dared not look back, only rushing forward frantically. As he charged, he kept shouting to the surrounding cavalry.

"Chief Divine’s blessing! The enemy is defeated, they can’t escape! Capture them alive! Remember to capture the horses alive!..."

"!... This fool!"

Agudah gritted his teeth viciously, surveying the battlefield, breathing heavily. His Wolf Fang Club was long and thick, ferocious beyond comparison, but its toll on physical stamina was first-rate severe! Besides a naturally strong man like him, probably few could wield such a weapon. Wu Xiong, carrying a heavy hammer Bone Knife, looked left and right at the fleeing enemies, didn’t bother to chase, directly jumped off his horse.

"Master! This chieftain still breathes! I will bind him now..."

"Where are the horses? Two horses?"

"Both killed by Wushu! We can have horse meat tonight! Roar!"

"Scram! Get lost!..."

With the fall of the Forest Tribe Chief, fifty or sixty gathered tribal cavalry were scattered by the Jurchen Armored Cavalry. The River-side Tribe’s cavalry endlessly entangled, throwing all kinds of lassos to yank down the scattered light cavalry one by one to capture them. The Forest Tribe Light Cavalry that could still resist inside and outside the camp quickly dwindled, rapidly from forty to thirty, then from thirty to ten!

Finally, only eight or nine of the smallest cavalry broke out of the tribal camp, fleeing eastward. Bule, leading more than twenty light cavalry, tightly pursued them, disappearing into the horizon.

From the charge of two hundred allied cavalry, to the flight of the remaining eight or nine, the entire surprise attack battle lasted only four to five quarters. The grass outside the camp was still covered with the morning’s crystalline dew. But in front of the Mongolian Tent within the camp, it was already spattered with the fresh blood of warriors and cattle. The dying wails echoed in the camp, low cries stifled within the Mongolian Tent. And the victors’ cheers had already risen triumphantly, just like what had happened on this grassland for thousands of years!

"Ula! Harlan! Hurree! Harkhuu!..."

"Advance! Victory! Advance! Victory!..."

Two hundred and fifty years ago, the Western Expedition Mongolian Army brought the slogan "Ula" (Hurree) to the Kyiv Rus they conquered, also injecting the paternal bloodline of the Tatars into the Slavic tribes. And two hundred and fifty years later, such slogans could only resound during internal Mongolian Tribal conflicts, witnessing the icy steppe dilemma of the great cold era.

"Count the captives! Kill the wounded who can’t walk on the spot!... Count the horses! Try to save those not injured in the hooves... Drive off the women and children! Drive them outside, do not permit them to take food!... Send people to collect livestock! Bring back the scattered flocks outside, gather everything edible in the camp, this is the tribe’s food for winter!"

The cold orders came from Ao Hala, following the ancient and cruel Mongolian tradition. The River-side Tribe cavalry had expressionless faces, slashing throats of the wounded with Bone Knife, and the cries in the camp ceased abruptly. No one thought it was cruel, nor did anyone say more words. Because, everyone knew, winter had come, food was not enough, too many mouths could not be fed. And the unfed, of course, the sooner they died, the more rations could be saved!

"Qimai!"

"Chieftain?..."

"You take some with good memories, go watch the River-side Tribe counting the spoils of war. Note down how many horses they captured, how many herds they harvested! I will divide the spoils with Ao Hala later!"