Aztec Eternals

The bright sun fell from the middle of the sky, illuminating the ant colonies not far apart on the ground, which were two small and huge legions. The refreshing long wind blows from the sky and the earth, blows away the smoke and dust, and brings the roar and shout of the legion.

The Mexica warriors wore bright cotton and leather armor, held shining battle sticks and bronze spears, and tied the indispensable wooden shield and rattan on their left arms. They lined up in a tight formation and roared loudly, imitating the crowing of eagles and the roaring of tigers. From time to time, the samurai captain with a small flag will lead the team members, knock on the wooden shield neatly, and shout in unison, deterring the enemies ahead.

The captains of the Temple Legion are even more eye-catching. These fanatical tattooed warriors stand in front of the battle, holding up skull-shaped instruments and blowing creepy death whistles. As the low whistle passed, it was like a howling ghost wind passing by. The Chapala militiamen on the opposite side suddenly became much quieter, and their morale dropped significantly.

In the center surrounded by the warriors is a wooden high platform that was quickly erected. At the four corners of the wooden platform are personal guard warriors holding large shields, firmly guarding the coach in the center. In the center, Shulot stood solemnly on the high platform dressed in the splendid attire of a commander, with a heavy feather crown on his head, a four-meter-high black wolf flag on his back, and a delicate spear flag in his hand. He is at the most conspicuous high place, with the tallest canopy on his back, so that all warriors can clearly see him. This is the heart of the army!

Beside him, there are several heralds on call at any time, holding various small flags. And behind him, there is a military band with war drums and wooden gongs, horns and conchs in their hands, and bone whistles and copper whistles in their mouths. They are on standby at any time, turning military orders into music of different types and rhythms. Military orders don't need to be melodious, they only need to be heard in all directions!

Shulot stood a few meters high, with a firm and dignified expression. He watched the Chapala army several miles away, quickly estimated the military situation, and imprinted the situation in his heart.

The enemy army was fully deployed, and the square and round arrays were stationed in place, arranged in a rough linear shape. The size of the Chapala Legion is about 30,000, and the number of warriors is about 10,000. Among the opponent's army formation, the most obvious one is the four warrior phalanx. There is a formation on the left and right wings, the warriors on the left wing are wearing sky blue battle suits, the number is slightly more, and the warriors on the right wing are wearing silver and white battle suits, the number is slightly less.

Shulot observed carefully, the warriors on the left had more bronze spears, and the formation was more orderly, and they were shouting loudly at this time.

"The left wing is more elite. It seems that the enemy is leaning towards the left side!"

The young commander nodded slightly, making a note in his heart. Immediately, he looked at the enemy's samurai army.

Chapala's samurai army was divided into two formations, the front and the rear, both of which had approximately the same number. They were wearing patterned battle clothes, like feathers, neatly gathered together. Looking from afar, Xiulot saw that there were more warriors in the front line of the Chinese army, and a little less guards in the back line, like a bird with a big head and belly, and the head of the bird was a tall commander's battle flag!

The battle flag is located high on the hill, and its position is extremely eye-catching. On the flying flag, the gorgeous long feathers of the quetzal bird are embroidered and painted. The personal guard who was familiar with Tarasco immediately stepped forward and whispered a few words. The young commander nodded calmly and smiled slightly.

"The prince's commander-in-chief banner! Chapala's feather, we will meet again! Congratulations on your promotion, I have prepared a new gift for you!"

Thinking of this, Shulot turned his head with a smile and looked at the two pine cannons behind him. The gun barrel has been filled, the muzzle is sealed with cotton, and the fuse is extended. The surrounding gunners, carrying tinder, were likewise at the ready.

The young commander estimated in his mind. There are about 10,000 enemy warriors, and the number of the four square formations is around two to three thousand, which is just right for flexible command. Then, his eyes shifted left and right, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Around the hill of the enemy commander, there are two bow-wielding militias occupying the ground, each of about two thousand. The militiamen gathered in a rough phalanx, nervously checking the bows and arrows in their hands, and they should have been effectively trained.

Shulot took a closer look at those small figures and those wooden bows as tall as half a man, and then he felt relieved. Most of these chapala militia archers use Tlaxcala wooden bows, and a few are simple hunting bows. The threat to the samurai cotton armor is usually only within thirty steps. And even if they occupy a good location, the effective killing range is only more than forty steps, unless their archery skills are extraordinary.

The Chapala Legion has a warrior phalanx as the core, surrounded by a large group of militiamen gathered, and a team of supervisors scattered in groups. Led by village leaders, Chapala's militias gather in villages. They were dressed in civilian clothes, holding high stone spears and hammers, mixed with ropes for throwing stones, and formed a loose formation. At this moment, the militiamen were screaming loudly and chaotically, fighting against the terrifying whistle of the death whistle. It seemed that their morale was good, but the specific number was hard to discern.

Xiulot made a rough estimate, and with the scout's feedback, he had a pretty good idea. Around the Chapala warrior phalanx, each has about 4,000 melee militiamen. In front of the warriors were 4,000 catapults and 4,000 melee militiamen. Adding the 4,000 archers in the rear, it was just around 20,000. As for the further back of the army formation, those shadows who were far away and flickering vaguely should be logistics civilians without weapons.

Seeing the enemy's arrangement clearly, the young commander no longer hesitated, and quickly waved the command flag to issue orders. The Mexica Legion also adjusted slightly and fully expanded.

Under the banner of the black wolf, there are 3,000 shooting legions composed of longbow guards, bow and arrow warriors, and temple crossbowmen, plus 400 jaguar warriors guarding the left and right, as the coach's personal army. The main force of the samurai militia lined up sequentially in front, forming five square formations side by side.

The Chinese army consisted of 3,500 holy city warriors with high morale and strict organization. The head of the regiment was Olosh, who was roaring and giving lectures. On the left and right wings are four thousand long spear corps. The pikemen were silent and lined up in a tight and dense pike formation, pointing their spears obliquely forward. The left wing was handed over to "Monkey" Kuluka, and the right wing was handed over to Ezpan who was temporarily recalled. On the outer side, the periphery of the two wings was handed over to the warrior legion of the western city-state, with two thousand people on the left and right. They held shields and sticks, shouted loudly, and looked quite elite.

For this battle, Shulot gathered the largest force and recruited as many warriors as possible. The 4,000 western city-state legions were dispatched from the Hekou Fortress and transported urgently by the navy. He didn't dare to entrust these noble private soldiers with the task of fighting against the enemy warriors, so he let them deal with Chapala's militia. In the face of weak enemies, these city-state warriors can always give full play to their combat power.

At the rear of the main phalanx, there are 3,000 religious legions on standby. The Blessed Warrior stood opposite the Temple Guard, praying in low voices. The praises of the Lord God echoed in the army, calming down the warriors' spirits and fighting spirit. These three thousand fanatical religious warriors are sharp daggers. Once stabbed violently, they will sink into the enemy's body and can no longer be retracted.

Xiulot personally told the two generals to put the 3,000 Religious Legion in the rear for an assault at a critical moment. Next to the religious legion, there are two "God-given" weapons, wooden cannons that can make thunderous noises. Tao Tribulus could not perform stably and was not suitable for the ever-changing field battles, so the boy brought these two "big firecrackers".

It is said to be a wooden cannon, but it actually looks like an oversized shotgun. They can kill civilians within 80 steps, cotton armor within 40 steps, and elite warriors with wooden shields and leather armor within 20 steps. They can only fire one or two rounds in a quarter of an hour. However, the shooting range of the wooden cannon is relatively large, covering a distance of several steps to the left and right. At the same time, for the enemies encountered for the first time, the huge roar is an absolute blow to morale, like a myth coming!

In order to prepare the warriors from all states, Xiulot held a grand sacrificial ceremony before the army set off. As a weapon bestowed by the main god, the wooden cannon, engraved with abstract patterns of the gods, appeared on the stage under the attention of everyone. Then, amidst the majestic roar, the warriors were shocked and bowed down to Thor's weapon together. Under the guidance of the priests, they used the fastest speed to transform the fear of the unknown into devotion to the gods and accept the existence of new weapons.

At this moment, the religious legion is guarding these two god-given weapons, as if guarding a fanatical belief!

Shulot looked around. There were more than 13,000 warriors, 8,000 spears, and two wooden cannons. This was the Mexican army in his hands! He nodded in satisfaction, waved the magnificent battle flag, and then the thundering drums sounded. The Mexica warriors lowered their battle sticks, and the Lance Corps raised their spears high. They walked slowly together and approached the enemy army on the opposite side neatly.

On the opposite hill, the prince's banner fluttered high. "Feather" Peng Guali stared at the opposite black wolf banner, making up his mind. He wants to wash away the shame of fleeing without a fight, seize the flag of the enemy marshal, and prove to all Chapala nobles:

"I, 'Feather' Penguari, am a true warrior! I am a commander who can win! I am also the well-deserved king of Tarasco!"

Peng Guali tightly held the magic staff in his hand, and then swung it forward vigorously. His eyes showed a cold light, and the enemy had a longbow with a superior range, so let the militiamen consume all the arrows!

The battle flag of the attack is pointed forward, and the gongs and drums of the attack are sounded. Four thousand Tarasco catapulting militiamen, in a loose formation, quickly approached the Mexica army formation. Afterwards, they stood still fifty steps away, twirling the ropes in their hands, bursting into chaotic shouts, and throwing stones roaring all over the dense army formation.

Facing the attacking light-armored slingers, Shulot frowned. He commanded the army to stop, pressed the warriors who wanted to charge, and maintained a neat formation. Immediately, he shouted the order "raise the shield to defend", and the herald quickly raised the flag and ran and shouted.

In the hearts of everyone, the prestige of the marshal is supreme, and orders cannot be disobeyed. The warriors erected the wooden shields in their hands, lowered their heads wearing rattan helmets, and silently endured the raindrops of stone throwing. Occasionally, stones were thrown through the gaps, hitting the cotton armor of the warriors, and even hitting the uncovered faces. After two rounds of stone throwing, dozens of warriors were slightly injured, more than a dozen had blood from their mouths and noses, and several more died of serious injuries.

Xiulot waved the command flag again. The three thousand relatives strung their bows together, held up the bows and crossbows, and shot arrows at the slingers who were a hundred paces away. In just a few breaths, the rain of thousands of arrows with a sharp cry, covered the sky, and instantly fell into the militia group on the opposite side.

More than two hundred Tarasco militiamen screamed at the same time, were pierced by powerful long arrows, and were nailed to the ground into various strange postures. They only have thin single clothes, and they have no resistance to longbows and crossbows. Once hit by an arrow, it is a serious injury, and a serious injury at this time means death! Driven by fear, the stone-throwing militia became more loose, showing faint signs of collapse.

The young commander kept the flag still. Three thousand soldiers fired one after another and fired three more rounds. Expensive arrows crossed graceful and ruthless curves, fell into the enemy's formation with a "swoosh", pierced through the body of the Chapala militiamen, and more than 400 blood-red flowers bloomed. The 4,000 catapults quickly broke up, turned around and fled to the rear.

Shulot silently counted the enemies left before the formation, and frowned again. After the first round of shooting, the formation of these militiamen was extremely loose, and the four rounds of arrow rain only killed more than 600 people. And 3,000 crossbowmen consumed a full 12,000 expensive arrows, and 20 arrows were exchanged for a militiaman, which was a loss-making business no matter what!

The young commander's face sank like water. He directed the army to move on, and the warriors moved slowly. The enemy's supervising warriors were merciless, killing the stone-throwing militiamen who fled first, forcing the militiamen to come forward again, and driving them to continue to harass the Mexica army formation.

Xiulot waved the command flag. Two thousand and five hundred longbow warriors stepped out of the army formation, and at a distance of forty or fifty steps, they shot arrows forward with precision. The longbow shot flat is as powerful as a deadly thunder! However, after four rounds, thousands of civilian militiamen died at the front, and fell into the dust together with dozens of Chapala warriors who supervised the battle. Vigorous vitality flows, soaking the blowing clothes, and the wind is full of blood.

Then, loud gongs and drums sounded, and four hundred elite jaguar regiments rushed out of the army formation, pounced on the demoralized stone-throwing militiamen. As the batons swept across, the militiamen twisted and fell to the ground, and the survivors ran back in fear. The jaguar fighters skillfully swung their batons and drove the remaining 2,000 routs towards the enemy's samurai formation and towards the enemy's commander-in-chief flag. Until within forty or fifty steps away from the army formation, the enemy archers on the hill shot arrows at the same time, and the rout soldiers fell down in an instant, and then, driven by the warriors in front, scattered to the marching passages on both sides.

In this rapid and merciless arrow rain, several jaguar fighters fell to the ground, life and death unknown. Seeing the enemy samurai in the front line attacking them, the elite jaguar group stopped trying and turned around and retreated. The enemy samurai only chased forty or fifty steps, and then under the protection of the archers, they returned to the stable army formation at the bottom of the hill.

Shulot nodded in satisfaction. In the fierce battlefield, only the elite jaguar fighters can retract freely and keep calm all the time, other warriors can't do this.

Then, he saw the flag on the opposite side waving again, and thousands of militiamen lined up in a loose formation, approaching the Mexica army formation. He observed carefully that the front rows of militiamen were still holding extremely threatening wooden and stone spears, which were enough to cause damage to the warriors.

The young commander had no choice but to wave his hand again, and the longbow warriors continued to shoot a rain of arrows, killing the enemy's militiamen in different shapes. From time to time, militiamen rushed to the front of the formation and threw powerful spears, knocking down the warriors in the front row. The bright red spread from the front of the army formations on both sides until the ground was dyed blood red. The miserable howl before death resounded through the heaven and earth, and then fell silent again.

On the opposite hill, the "feather" flag fluttered like long feathers, and the warrior formation was as solid as a mountain peak. Among the Chapala Legion, dozens of priests raised the blue holy fire, ignited the lingering smoke, and danced frantically. They maintained the morale of the army, sang the moon goddess Haratana, sacrificed groups of militias to his kingdom of God, and prayed for the victory bestowed by the goddess!

The arrows of the archers brought blood dripping, and the thrown spears pierced the warriors' bodies. In the dazzling blood, the hearts of the commanders on both sides are as hard as stone. It wasn't until the end of the long trial and the feather arrows gradually became sparse that the real fierce battle began at this moment!