Aztec Eternals

The wind and rain are dripping, and the shouts are shaking the sky. The water gate of the estuary fortress is like a wasp's nest, and there are still a steady stream of large boats and boats, and there are nearly a hundred ships in a blink of an eye.

On the gorgeous big boat, the round-faced aristocrat Ospai grinned, revealing the excitement of hunting. He pointed at the spear flag and shouted loudly.

"Accelerate the charge and catch the tall warrior with the longbow! The captive will be rewarded with five boxes of bronze utensils, and the officer will be promoted by half a rank!"

Upon hearing the order, the oarsmen on the big boat blushed and rowed hard. The big boat sped up again, rushing forward like a crocodile. In front, more than a dozen small boats of the pioneers, like a pack of wolves, had already pounced on the edge of the Mexica boat.

On the Mexica boat, the guards rowed vigorously, and the slender canoe gradually accelerated. Bertard quickly came to the bow and protected His Highness behind him. Immediately, he stood tall, took off the baton behind his back, and stared at the three Tarasco boats within five meters without blinking.

On the nearest small boat, a Tarasco captain stood in front, showing a smile grasping wealth. He held up the three-meter bronze spear with both hands, and when the boat approached slightly, he stabbed with all his strength from top to bottom, piercing the tall warrior's chest.

It is difficult to dodge on a narrow boat. The samurai leader's eyes were like a torch, and he immediately struck out the baton in his right hand, hitting the wooden pole accurately, deflecting the stabbing copper spear to the left. Afterwards, he stretched out his left hand, grabbed the shifted wooden handle as fast as lightning, and with a loud bang, he pulled hard.

"Come!"

Two or three meters apart, the boats on both sides shook violently at the same time. Captain Tarasco lost his weapon first, and his center of gravity shifted. Then, as he staggered, an irresistible force struck him, accompanied by a shocking shout in his ears. His mind was shocked, and he was pulled into the water, and the raging river rushed towards him. Before the captain could let go, the bronze spear in his hand had already brought him to the edge of the Mexica boat. He raised his head in a panic, and at the last moment of his life, he saw only a heavy baton approaching his head, and finally there was a sharp pain and a "click" of broken bones.

Berthard knocked off the enemy's neck in the water with a stick, then raised his hand and threw his baton forward violently. With a "bang", a Tarasco warrior fell on his back. Afterwards, the samurai leader held the three-meter spear with both hands, and thrust forward extremely swiftly. Hearing only a sound of "噗嗤", the spear pierced the vital point of the left chest, penetrated into the heart, and instantly stabbed another enemy who was eager to try to death.

Berthard retracted the spear vigorously, bringing out splashes of blood, dyeing the tip of the spear red and golden. He turned slightly to avoid the oncoming copper spear, and let the spear tip scrape the fine leather armor. Then, he raised his hand and shot, pointed at the enemy's jaw, and then made a precise stroke. The samurai's hand softened immediately, the spear fell to the ground, covered his neck and fell into the water, circles of blush spread out in the turbulent water.

Four warriors were killed in an instant, and the enemy on the first boat was already frightened. The remaining two warriors quickly turned and retreated, urging the oarsmen to leave. Berthard thrust his spear again, driving deep into the back of the nearest warrior. The samurai let out a dull and miserable cry, and with his spear, he stomped forward and fell forward. The spear got stuck in the ribs and couldn't be pulled out for a while. The warrior commander frowned slightly, then let go of his hands, leaned over and picked up the spare baton on the boat.

The oarsmen leaned over and paddled, and the first boat quickly fled away. The last Tarasco warrior fell to his head and sat in the boat, looking at his comrades who fell to the ground before him, gasping for breath and feeling lingering fear. He looked at the Mexica boat on the opposite side, and saw that the second and third Tarasco boats had already accelerated to full speed and hit the full boat of "Fortune".

The two boats collided rapidly, the canoe shook violently, and the Mexica boat was about to capsize. At this time, the third Tarasco boat hit from another direction, and with a "bang", it just hit the boat. The three boats oscillated together for a moment, but they all gradually stabilized. Afterwards, the warriors of the three ships suddenly fought together.

Shulot crouched on the boat, clenched the side of the boat, and endured the most severe shaking. Then, picking up his club, he stood up and faced the oncoming enemy. The young samurai held the stick in both hands, leaned slightly, and suddenly struck sideways with great force! With the help of the rotation of the chest and abdomen, the long stick precisely hit the head of the frontmost Tarasco warrior. The samurai was still grinning grinningly as if he was catching prey one second before, and there was a "thud" the next second, his smile and face were smashed, and he tilted his head and fell over.

Shulot had no time to look at the death of the enemy. He moved closer to the next enemy, squatting slightly to avoid the enemy's short spear. Then, the young samurai raised his baton with all his strength and shouted loudly.

"die!"

The baton, more than one meter long, was struck vertically, and with tremendous force, it slammed into the enemy's face, shattering the nasal bone on the face. The second warrior howled miserably, threw away the short spear in his hand, covered his exploded eyes with both hands, and slammed into his companion behind him.

Xiulot squatted down and swung again. With years of martial arts practice, he hit the third enemy samurai's knee with precision. The opponent's copper spear pierced through the air, his left knee was in severe pain, and his leg immediately went limp. Without pausing, the young samurai hit the other knee again. The enemy completely lost his center of gravity, screamed in pain and fell into the water, followed by another blow to the head.

Shulot took a deep breath. After killing three people in a row, his strength was temporarily exhausted. A Tarasco warrior peeped cheap, he grinned ferociously, stabbed with a slanted spear, and slammed into the young warrior's chest.

The sound of approaching wind came from my ears, and the long-term training played a role at this time. Shulot subconsciously turned sideways and raised his left arm to block it. The bronze spear pierced the leather armor halfway, cut through his left arm, and then passed by his chest until he reached his right shoulder.

Shulot didn't care about the wound. He clamped the bronze spear with his right shoulder to prevent the opponent from pulling it out and stabbing again. Then, he held the wooden pole with his left hand and shouted angrily.

"Come!"

The samurai on the opposite side shook and almost fell. Immediately, the samurai half-sinked, and exerted strength at the same time. The two were at a stalemate for a while with the spear separated.

Hearing His Highness's roar, the guards felt anxious. The three skilled personal guards struggled to get injured, and finally solved the opponent in front of them. Immediately, they rushed forward, brandishing their weapons at the same time, smashing the enemies who were in a stalemate with His Highness into a pulp.

Shulot breathed a sigh of relief. He sat down on the boat with his spear in his arms, and looked at Bertard. The samurai commander has knocked out the remaining enemies. Afterwards, the young commander turned his head and looked at the guards who wanted to approach the bandage.

"Leave me alone! Row fast, don't stop!"

After killing the three attacking boats in a moment, the Mexica boat accelerated again and fled to the Leman River in the north. Seeing the fate of the warriors rushing forward, the dozen or so Tarasco boats behind hesitated for a while, and slowly approached. Several small Mexica boats around also approached, desperately blocking, guarding around His Highness's boat.

On the magnificent boat, Ospai's eyes were full of splendor. He watched Bertard stabbing four people to death one after another with his long spear, and then changed into a baton, killing three people in an instant, admiring loudly.

"What a peerless warrior! It should belong to me! Hurry, no matter how fast, all the warriors go paddling! Grab this longbow warrior, and everyone will reward ten boxes of bronze utensils!"

The warriors on board cheered loudly, and then obeyed the order to go to the sides of the ship and join the rowing team one after another. There are only two personal guards, armed with shields and short spears, guarding the legion commander.

The captain's big boat accelerated suddenly, like a giant bear charging, it mercilessly smashed away the small boats that were fighting between the two sides, and went straight to the frontmost Mexica boat.

Hearing the cheers, Shulott heard the prestige, and saw an exceptionally huge boat, carrying thirty Tarasco warriors, approaching quickly. He looked at the round-faced aristocrat waving the spear flag, recognized the shout from the wind, and vaguely heard "Peerless, seize, bow and arrow, reward, bronze utensils." Anger suddenly rose in the eyes of the young commander.

Berthard looked around. The Mexica boat was gradually accelerating, but it would take some time before it reached its maximum speed. The big boat in the rear rushed to the forefront, had already broken through the blocking of the rear palace, and approached rapidly. Once hit by this big boat, thirty Tarasco warriors rushed up at the same time, and everyone on the small boat had no chance of surviving.

Berthard glanced quickly, and then his eyes settled on the round-faced nobleman in the middle of the big boat, wearing a purple helmet and waving flags. The round-faced noble was also looking at him with bright eyes. The warrior leader stared, then threw away his baton, took off the longbow behind him, and quickly put on the copper arrow.

Then, Bertard stared at the helmet of the enemy leader with eagle-like eyes. He quickly and steadily pulled the longbow away, and then suddenly shot an arrow like a lightning bolt!

Ospai has been watching the movements of the big bow warrior. Seeing him taking the bow in his hand and nodding the arrow quickly, he suddenly felt something was wrong. The "crocodile" nobleman glanced left and right, immediately squatted down, stretched out his hand and pulled the nearest guard, and blocked it in front of him.

With a sound of "咻", the long arrow made a sharp whistling sound and shot towards it quickly. It crossed a nearly straight trajectory and passed through a distance of thirty meters. It shot into the terrified cheek with a "chirp", and then came out from the back of the head with a "hiss". Finally, with a crisp "bang", the bronze arrow pierced Ospei's helmet, almost piercing through the inlaid copper.

Feeling the impact of the helmet, the round-faced aristocrat was so shocked that he couldn't control himself. Years of experience in the battlefield made him subconsciously pick up the shield and cover it in front of him. Then there was another "duh", and the long arrow shot through the wooden shield and pierced his left arm holding the shield, stringing the arm and the shield together.

The big boat was already within 20 meters of the small boat, and the power of the longbow was almost unstoppable. Before approaching the boarding battle, the big bow warrior can still shoot at least two arrows! After thinking about it, Ospai roared loudly.

"Guard! Guard! Shield!!!"

Hearing the stern and hoarse shout of the legion commander, the warriors rowing quickly put down their oars, picked up the shield from the ground, and eagerly guarded the honorable lord. The speed of the big boat decreased rapidly visible to the naked eye.

The warrior commander hesitated slightly, and then gave up the enemy leader who was hiding behind the shield and the meat shield. He deviated from the target, drew three arrows in his hand, and only half-drawn the bow with the small frame. Then, the sharp-shooting warrior commander shot three arrows at the rowers in single clothes, and the three of them fell down upon hearing the sound.

Xiulot reacted quickly. Regardless of his bleeding left arm, he also took the bow in his hand, half-opened and shot at the rowers. At a distance of twenty meters, even on a swaying ship, the young warrior can accurately hit the enemy. The long arrows pierced through the single clothes, or pierced the chests of the oarsmen, or pierced the arms of the oarsmen, causing the opponents to roll down screaming in pain.

Shulot only shot three arrows, and the ten oarsmen fell to the ground completely, and the rest were all thanks to the warrior commander.

Ospai hid behind the warrior's shield and looked forward in shock through the gap in the human wall. Two warriors, one large and one small, shot arrows one by one, and the longbow let out a trembling "hum". The sharp arrow "swish" struck, swiftly taking away life, the arrow was nailed to the wooden deck, and the tail feathers were still trembling.

"There is such a strong bow! In front of it, the life of a warrior is like a blind fish living in a cave. It has not seen the target, but just hears the wind, and shakes its tail fin to die! It's terrible, it's really terrible!"

The legion leader endured the pain and muttered to himself. He hid behind the warrior's shield, let the speed of the boat slow down, and gradually distanced itself from the boat in front. Afterwards, he reacted abruptly, raised the commanding spear flag with his intact right arm, made half circles on the left and right, and then pointed hard at the small boat in front of him.

After the magnificent boat, dozens of boats of different sizes received orders. They speeded up one after another, gave up their entangled opponents, and rushed towards the frontmost Mexica boat. The remaining two or three Mexica boats had no time to take care of their opponents and rushed to help His Highness.

Attracted by the sound of the shout, a kestrel soared in the wind and rain. It scanned with sharp eagle eyes and saw a small boat floating in front, dozens of small boats chasing after it, and two large boats following behind at a distance. It lowered its altitude, carefully watching the oars on the boat, the shining spear points, and the fallen figures from time to time.

A sharp arrow passed under the kestrel with a "swoosh", startling it. Its eyes with dynamic vision chased after it, and saw a two-legged beast on the bow of a small boat, clutching its throat, swinging and falling into the big river. The kestrel smelled the smell of blood floating in the air and sensed the deep danger, so it flapped its wings and flew straight into the high clouds.

On the river, the Tarasco boat chasing at the forefront immediately slowed down, and the warriors on the boat were in a hurry to check the captain who fell into the water. When they determined the location of the arrow, they felt a deep chill in their hearts. The small boat in front carries the messenger of the Moon Goddess, who can easily bring the warriors into the kingdom of the dead! Not long after, the sailors and warriors slowed down, and retreated behind the other boats calmly.

Seeing the enemy with an arrow in the neck and observing the enemy ship that was pushing back again, Shulot put down his longbow and nodded in satisfaction. In the momentary fight between life and death, he gradually calmed down, and even made a breakthrough in his bow skills. The young samurai's left arm has been bandaged. This is just a superficial wound, although it hurts, it doesn't affect the fight. He looked back and forth, and saw that the guards were blushing, and had been rowing with all their strength for more than two quarters of an hour, estimated to have rowed ten miles. The corresponding fleet is deployed in advance and should be right ahead.

After a while, another small boat approached, and it was within 20 meters in a blink of an eye. Shulot spat and was about to nock his arrow again. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Berthard turned his head, smiled and nodded to the young warrior, with a calm confidence on his lips.

Shulot was taken aback for a moment, then continued to nock the arrow. This time, he aimed at the enemy ship 30 meters away, waited for a moment, and at the moment when the boat was stable, he released an arrow, and the arrow shot into the chest of the enemy in the distance. The samurai looked down in disbelief, seeing the blood seeping from the pierced leather armor, then opened his mouth to say something, and then fell down.

The young samurai looked at the samurai commander, and the two laughed at the same time. On the verge of life and death, they showed a majestic fighting spirit, and their pride was burning in their chests! A true warrior never fears death, but blooms fearlessly!

On the big boat sixty meters away, Ospai stared wide-eyed at the two laughing longbow warriors on the small boat, and couldn't help admiring loudly.

"Okay, very good! They actually killed dozens of my subordinates. They are really brave warriors! It really fits my crocodile family crest!"

The round-faced nobleman had already finished bandaging. At this time, his left arm was in great pain, but his heart was filled with the joy of seeing a wonderful battle, and full of longing for an outstanding warrior. While he was standing there in amazement, another big boat approached.

A Tarasco captain covered in blood bowed closer, knelt down on one knee, and offered a longbow with both hands.

"Dear Captain Ospai, this is a longbow obtained from other small boats. These Mexica warriors are extremely tenacious! Most of them died in battle, a few escaped by diving, and two captives even killed themselves. We did not Caught alive."

Russian Pai nodded and continued to admire.

"Okay, sure enough, only a brave warrior can bring out subordinates who are not afraid of death!"

Afterwards, the legion commander took the longbow and placed it across his lap. Then he rubbed it carefully with his right hand, lost in thought.

After a while, a sentry boat hurried back, bringing new news.

"Captain, the Mexica support fleet appeared on the Leman River in the northeast. From a distance, there are about a hundred ships."

Russian Pai looked at the river in the northeast. In the turbulent wind and rain, many black spots are rushing down the river at full speed, and it is estimated that they will fight in a quarter of an hour. He looked at the Mexica boat 60 meters away in front of him. The two warriors were still drawing their bows and arrows. The warriors on the boat were rowing desperately, even faster than the fishermen of Mikancho!

Ospei looked around and sighed helplessly. There are not many ships moored in the fortress, and he only has nearly a hundred ships on hand, and many warriors have been damaged. The leader of the "crocodile" pressed the wound on his left arm, felt the stinging pain that went down to the bone, and finally said sharply.

"Blow the conch horn, and the whole army will retreat!"

The magnificent boat turned slowly. The round-faced noble leaned against the crocodile decoration, widened his eyes, and finally looked ahead. Two Mexica warriors, one big and one small, fought fiercely with shouts and arrows like shooting stars. He stared at it for a long time, leaving a word of admiration in the wind.

"There are such warriors among the Mexica civilians! One day, I will take you all under my command!"

Note: Many commanders in history like to personally spy on the enemy's situation, grasp the terrain, and plan in advance. Because the news heard from the scouts is often not as accurate as what I saw with my own eyes. Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, Xue Rengui, and Yue Fei have all done many times as the commander-in-chief, Qingqi reprimanded the detectives. And close to this era, the most famous ones are Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong.