Aztec Eternals

The long wind roared, blowing the miserable howl of the battlefield. The sun was shining brightly, illuminating the bright red fight.

Looking down from the sky, two huge legions uttered loud shouts, gathered like ants, and formed a dense formation. The Chapala Legion occupies a well-located hill, with 10,000 samurai stationed firmly on the hill, 4,000 militia archers set up their bows on high places, and 12,000 militiamen in front of the formation marched forward to harass.

The harassing militiamen formed a loose formation in waves of 2,000 people. Under the shooting of their longbows, they threw stones and stone spears, causing insignificant casualties, and batch after batch were nailed to death in front of the formation, blood staining the red soil. From time to time, militiamen retreated crying and howling, and were gathered by the warriors behind, forced to force them, and drove them forward again!

Seeing this tragic scene, Xiu Luote was expressionless. He watched the enemy priests dancing frantically on the hill, and listened to the pagan gods' names chanted frantically, carefully observing the enemy army. Under the addition of religious ceremonies, the Chapala warriors on the hill looked calm, unmoved by the casualties of the militiamen, as if they were watching a huge sacrifice.

"I really underestimated these chapala nobles! In order to consume the arrows of the longbow, they directly used the lives of the militiamen!"

The young commander frowned, and nodded slightly as he listened to the arrow reserves reported by the Shooting Corps. Soon, the dense rain of arrows gradually thinned out, and the longbow warriors retreated to the rear, recovered their strength, and stopped shooting.

Then, Shulot ordered the flag to be pointed forward, and the fierce battle drums sounded immediately, and the warrior formation slowly attacked.

Under the cover of shields, the Mexica Legion moves forward steadily, destroying all enemies in its way! The spear phalanx erected spears like hedgehogs, and the Quds Legion raised stick shields like river turtles. They moved steadily and firmly, under the attack of the enemy militia, under the blows of javelins and stones. Soon, the Chapala militiamen at the front finished throwing their javelins, brandished stone hammers and stone spears, and burst forward with frantic shouts.

The spear captain Guzman was wearing paper armor and a rattan helmet, standing in front of the center of the dense gun array. His left hand is tied with a shield, covering his left companion, and his right hand holds a spear high on the shoulder of the previous companion. Everyone was crowded, shoulder to shoulder, guns on guns, moving forward slowly. From time to time, the rain of arrows flew overhead, and then flew over with stones and javelins, hitting the sturdy rattan helmet and thick shield. A stone throw is useless, but a javelin is somewhat dangerous. Occasionally someone let out a scream and fell to the ground with a plop, but they couldn't see where they were, and they didn't know who it was.

Guzman sniffed his nose, and it was full of blood that was so thick that it couldn't be melted away, mixed with the familiar sweat smell of his partners. His feet were sticky, and he would step on some soft things from time to time, and some of them would move. But he couldn't stop, and he couldn't look around. He can only look at the enemy directly in front of him through a limited viewing angle, directing the spear formation to keep moving forward, forward, and forward!

Once the phalanx of spears marches, it will not stop. The rigorous and complicated training in the past six months has made everyone's movements become instinctive muscles and condensed into a complete group. Now, Guzman is the brains and eyes of the Phalanx. He saw countless figures rushing from the front, saw the other party's thin clothes, saw the stone spears waving, and finally saw distorted and screaming faces, zooming in quickly before his eyes!

At this moment, Guzman's mind went blank and he couldn't hear anything in his ears. He continued to direct the spear phalanx in a daze, until the speed of the phalanx suddenly stopped, and it hit something with a "bang"!

A shrill scream rang in his ears, awakening Guzman who was in a trance. He opened his eyes and looked ahead, there were layers of spears protruding from the front of the phalanx, there were as many as five layers, and at this time there were already two layers of corpses! No, this string on the spear is not a corpse, at most it is the corpse of the future. They were still struggling and shaking, still screaming, bleeding and crying, and then they were squeezed deeper by the people behind until they were completely silent.

Seeing this tragic scene, Guzman shivered. The phalanx stopped moving, he had already stuck to the partners in the front row, pushing the people in front forward, and the people behind also pushed him. Then, under the inertia of long-term training, he suddenly remembered his responsibilities. So, the young captain hurriedly stuffed the bone whistle into the entrance, blew it sharply and hurriedly, and shouted indistinctly.

"Doo, stab! Doot, close!.Doo, stab! Doot, close!"

The spear warriors in the front row firmly resisted the oncoming enemy, while the second and third rows of spear militiamen stabbed their spears from the gap in the front row, penetrated into the soft body, and then pulled them out swiftly. The fourth and fifth rows of long-spear militiamen held their spears high, placed them on the shoulders of the front row, and stabbed them mechanically from above obliquely. Some pierced the enemy's head, some pierced the thin neck, and more It is a stab in the air. After the fifth row, the sixth and seventh rows raised their shields as required to defend against the rain of arrows that did not yet exist. The militiamen further back pressed their chests against their chests and pushed forward together with their feet.

Guzman is five rows behind. As the team leader, he kept looking forward, watching batches of militiamen rushing in, blocked by gun arrays, and then stabbed to death by spears from different angles, uttering howls with different tunes. Afterwards, these gradually icy bodies, with still warm blood flowing, died without any resistance, without causing any harm. They were either hung on the spears, or fell directly to the ground, and soon became motionless, like turkeys being slaughtered and skewered in batches during the New Year's Eve.

"Like, I haven't tasted turkey yet. Is it the same fishy smell?"

The former gold miner unconsciously licked his lips and tasted the splashed blood. Afterwards, he shivered deeply, his face was blank after killing.

The Lancers kept an unusual silence, fighting mechanically in silence. Silence is the habit of the legion, which is convenient for the captain's order to be conveyed. The new army stabbed out their spears, slowly and effectively killed the enemy, and completed the collective killing without even seeing each other's face.

Guzman felt the morale of his teammates, looked at their straightened eyes, and felt the same bewilderment as himself. This is the first time for everyone to participate in a large-scale field battle, the first time to engage in large-scale fighting, life and death are in an instant! He felt the silent atmosphere of the phalanx, and felt that he had to do something!

The young captain thought quickly, and hurriedly blew his bone whistle.

"Doo! Priest, speak and sing!"

The priest accompanying the army in the middle of the phalanx was not very old, and was pushing his companions forward vigorously. Hearing the captain's shout, he froze for a moment, and then sang two lines of reciting by heart.

"The Lord God Vizilopochtli is supreme and omnipotent! Believers in God will be saved and ascended to the Kingdom of God! Praise the Lord God! He gave us food, and we will fight for Him!"

Hearing the familiar prayer, the spear militiamen gradually regained some vitality. The militiamen stabbed out their spears to kill the unfamiliar enemy, while chanting in their mouths.

"Get saved and ascend to the kingdom of God! Praise the Lord God and fight for Him!"

The fierce confrontation seemed to last only for a moment, and it seemed to have passed for a long time. Guzman breathed a sigh of relief until the enemy in front of him uttered a cry and then turned around and collapsed. He stared blankly at the corpses all over the ground in front of the battle, looked at his teammates in front who were dyed red, stood there for a moment, and then murmured.

"I am saved, I ascend to the kingdom of God I praise the Lord God, I fight for Him"

Then, the drums of war all over the sky sounded from behind again, Guzman stood up abruptly, and put the bone whistle into his mouth again.

"Beep beep! Go, go!"

Under the banner of "Black Wolf", Xiulot stood on the high platform, looking at the front line of fierce fighting.

The spear phalanx did not disappoint him. Facing the loose enemy militia, the tightly formed phalanx was crushed almost without injury, even with fewer casualties than the warriors! Soon, the Chapala militia in front of the formation retreated suddenly, and the spear phalanx moved forward again at a slow pace, but it had the power to destroy everything!

Under the flat shooting of arrow rain, the assassination of spear arrays, and the assault of warriors, the 12,000 Chapala militiamen suffered heavy casualties and their morale plummeted rapidly. They have already broken up several times, losing more than 4,000 people. Dense corpses spread all over the front of the formation of the two armies, and were kicked to both sides by the warriors and militiamen. On the blood-stained grass, spears and batons advanced alternately, defeating the enemy's militia time and time again.

The last wave of two thousand militiamen rushed to the front of the formation and threw a wave of javelins violently, killing and wounding dozens of Mexica warriors. Afterwards, the warriors of the Holy City let out a cry and engaged in short and intense battles. In less than a quarter of an hour, two or three hundred militiamen fell to the ground and were beaten into different wreckage by the batons. The gun formations on both sides slowly approached again, and the Chapala militiamen uttered a cry of fear, then suddenly collapsed and fled to the rear army formation.

Chapala's warriors waved their flags and bronze spears and guided loudly, leading the militiamen to the rear of the hill, where they gathered in formation. The samurai battle formations on both sides gradually approached, approaching each other like a long snake, within a hundred steps in a blink of an eye!

Shulot didn't blink, watching the development of the battle situation. Soon, he waved the spear flag forward vigorously, and then a short conch sounded, followed by a loud trumpet.

The Mexica warriors stopped one by one. They erected tall shields and lowered their sturdy helmets, only fifty or sixty steps away from the enemy in front. The crossbowmen in the rear followed closely behind, panting heavily, and began to shoot upwards. But in a moment, a wave of dense arrow rain rose from the enemy's front, piercing towards the "feather" handsome flag on the hill!

Seeing the oncoming arrow rain, "Feather" Peng Guali shrank his pupils, and immediately squatted down to hide behind the shield of his personal guard. Immediately, he realized that something was wrong, he naturally stood up and looked down calmly. He is located at the highest point of the hill, wearing a commander's battle uniform, with a leather armor inside, surrounded by personal guards holding shields to defend, in fact, there is no need to be afraid of the enemy's arrow rain.

Sure enough, this wave of arrows streaked across the slanted traces, and most of them shot into the front line of the heavily defended warriors, only shooting down dozens of Chapala warriors. The slender feathered arrow struck "咻咻", nailed to the shield held high, making a dull "aggressive" sound, mixed with the sound of "噗嗤" entering the flesh from time to time, and the painful cry of serious injuries.

Only a few hundred short crossbow bolts can rise to a high enough height to attack the denser rear of warriors. The stubby crossbow swished past, crossed the commander's banner, and was deeply nailed into the shields of the guards. Occasionally, crossbow bolts would pass through the gap, inserting obliquely into the head and face of the guards, bringing down one or two unlucky family warriors.

Peng Guali watched the crossbow bolts whizzing past his head, his body froze slightly, and his expression changed. He took a shield from his bodyguard, covered it in front of himself, and moved two steps away silently, away from the big banner of the coach.

Afterwards, Commander "Feather" looked at the front of the formation, frowning deeply. There were 4,000 dense spear phalanxes on each side of the Mexica, and they easily defeated the militiamen on the attack, with few casualties. This phalanx is similar to the long spear team formed by King Suangua, but the equipment is obviously much better.

Peng Guali pondered for a while, seeing that the opponent was within the limit shooting distance of fifty or sixty steps, he waved his magic staff and pointed forward.

Soon, the militia archers on both sides received orders and fired a volley of feathered arrows. Four thousand simple wooden arrows pierced the sky, struck like raindrops in the dense spear phalanx, inserted into the exposed cheeks, and knocked down dozens of militiamen in an instant. A scream sounded beside him, and Guzman hurriedly lowered his head and blew the whistle in his mouth.

"Doo! Raise your shield and bow your head!"

Upon hearing the order, the militiamen in front raised their shields over the top, and the militiamen in the rear covered the left and right. The spears of the gun array were erected, and the militiamen lowered their heads. The second wave of feathered arrows arrived as expected, but only caused sporadic casualties. Another two rounds of arrow rain hit, and the Mexica crossbowmen behind were not polite, and also responded with a round of longbows. The powerful feathered arrows rose and fell suddenly, and pierced into the hands of the commoner militia archers. In an instant, there were one or two hundred casualties, and the hill was full of howling!

Seeing the effect of the bow and arrow, "Feather" Peng Guali cursed in a low voice, showing indignation.

"The super long bow, the super far horizontal bow, and the ignited rockets are now equipped with armor, shields and helmets for the militiamen! How rich is the Mexica Valley?!"

Feather arrows struck again, knocking down all the surrounding archers, and the screams rang around his ears. Commander "Feather" waved his hand irritably, and the guards went over with copper spears to silence all the noise. Then, he waved the command flag again. On both sides, 500 large shields went over to guard each other, while protecting the archers who were shooting at each other, while strictly supervising the battle nearby.

Next, Penguari observed the Mexica legion. Seeing that the arrow rain was sparse again, he finally showed a satisfied smile. When he was at the Estuary Fortress, he tried the Mexica longbow and knew the shortcomings of this large bow. Although the longbow has a long range and powerful power, the cost of the arrows is very high. It must have a strong wooden shaft with expensive feathers. For this kind of heavy bow, ordinary arrows can't be used at all!

"As long as your arrows are exhausted, I will have nothing to fear!"

Peng Guali smiled confidently. Immediately, his smile froze suddenly, and he looked forward suspiciously. Before the formation of the two armies, the Mexica, holding a torch, rolled out two logs with brass hoops, and aimed the opening at himself!

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