Aztec Eternals

The golden sunlight fell on the bright red battlefield, like the gaze of a god, watching the fresh sacrifice. The sky-shattering shouts suddenly became louder, like a god's sacrifice, reaching a climax in an instant.

Xiulot looked around. The two legions are like dueling warriors, holding the weapons in their hands tightly, and they have already entered the most dangerous distance while looking at each other full of murderous intent!

On the outermost left and right wings, there are 2,000 warriors from the western city-state each, facing 4,000 chapala militiamen. The enemy's militia shouted loudly, approached within thirty steps, and threw a wave of javelins mixed with stone and wood. There was a dull sound of breaking through the air, and dozens of Mexica warriors were shot down.

Facing the enemy's attack, the warriors of Western States could no longer restrain themselves. They held their batons high, let out a continuous cry, and charged like a pack of wolves!

Aristocrats of all sizes rushed forward, carrying all kinds of battle flags and skillfully waving obsidian battle sticks. They slashed powerfully, cutting open the enemy's chest forcefully, and cutting a wound up to one meter long. They slammed with precision, hitting the enemy's head accurately, and hitting them into various distorted shapes. From time to time, they would knock the enemy to the ground, and then hold up the baton, aiming at the enemy's neck, carrying out a deterrent execution!

At this time, the family warriors of the nobles would gather around the Patriarch. While protecting the Patriarch, they paid attention to the honor ceremony. When a bright blood flower bloomed and the nobles raised their weapons high again, the warriors burst into cheers of enthusiastic praise, covering up the screams that echoed mournfully. This is an ancient battlefield ceremony, used to prove the personal bravery of nobles, similar to a symbol of honor for captives!

However, even in the face of the fierce Mexica warriors, the Chapala militiamen were quite brave, with the will to fight to the death like a canine.

A young nobleman of Trokamban knocked down the militiamen in front of him with a single blow. Immediately, he stopped charging, looked around, and the surrounding family warriors gathered around. Looking at the weakly struggling enemy on the ground, the young nobleman casually put down his baton and took out a more glorious obsidian dagger. Then, he took a step forward, raised the shining dagger high, and under the gaze of everyone, he knelt down on one knee and stabbed the enemy's heart suddenly!

The militiamen on the ground suddenly rolled over, avoiding the dagger that was stabbed at them. The dagger pierced deeply into the soil, making a slight "puff" sound. The young nobleman lost his hands and was startled. A pair of powerful hands came from his side. The wounded militiaman hugged the nobleman tightly, and then opened his mouth without a pause, avoiding the strong leather armor, and bit on the ground with one bite. The neck of a young nobleman!

The young noble screamed "ah", let go of the dagger in his hand, and desperately pushed the militiamen on his body. A young family warrior hurried forward, swung his baton indiscriminately, and hit the militiaman. Under the pain, the militiaman exerted force with a ferocious expression, his teeth "clicked", blood flowed from his mouth, and the scream of the noble suddenly became sharp.

Another old family warrior frowned slightly, and pushed away the young warrior standing in front of him. He pulled out the dagger at his waist, and stabbed it precisely into the back of the militiaman. Just by stirring it hard, the militiaman lost all his strength, and soon became motionless. The warriors quickly pinched the militiaman's jaw, carefully opened his teeth, and pulled him off the nobleman. The nobleman's voice gradually weakened, and the blood hole on his neck was flowing vigorously, dyeing the family flag behind him. But for a moment, he was completely silent.

Looking at the great nobles who died in battle, the warriors of the family looked at each other in blank dismay, speechless for a moment in the fierce battlefield. The old family warrior turned and stared at the young family warrior.

"Izel, why did you just swing around with your stick instead of using a dagger to help your brother?!"

"Dear samurai commander, this is my first battle. I only remember your teaching: On the battlefield, you must firmly hold the baton in your hand until you die!"

Izel replied respectfully, but with a relaxed expression.

The warrior commander stared deeply at Izel, then looked around, and said quickly in a low voice.

"The head of the family is far away in Trocan State. The eldest son of the direct line died gloriously on the battlefield of the Tarascos and went to the infinitely beautiful kingdom of God. Now, according to the usual practice, Izel, a humble branch, will take over the family Carrying the flag, continue the unfinished battle of gods!"

There is no room for hesitation on the battlefield, and the fighting continues. The Chapala militiamen swung their stone hammers and batons, and rushed forward almost frantically, entangled with the warriors of the Western State. The militiamen fell in groups, and from time to time samurai were besieged to death. Shocking shouts echoed all around, and the true warriors were determined by ruthless battles.

In the corner of the battlefield, the family warriors nodded silently. Izel happily took off his brother's carrying flag, quickly tied it behind his back, and took the first step of his rise in life!

And in the center of the battlefield, two weapons of the new era will also erupt for the first time on the battlefield!

On the high platform a few meters away, Xiulot looked at the two wings, listening to the fierce fighting in the wind, and frowned slightly.

Facing the attack of the militia, the city-state warriors on both wings launched a charge without authorization, and fell into an entangled battle. The aristocrats of various states are difficult to command, and they are still practicing ancient and outdated battlefield etiquette in the fierce war. Even though he is the Supreme Marshal, he has nothing to do with this group of city-state nobles.

"The Chapala militia is indeed very fierce. The nobles of the city-state are really hard to rely on! Fortunately, I have a thunder that is really worth relying on, the truth that is about to rule the world!"

Thinking of this, the young commander smiled and looked forward. The wooden frames of the two wooden guns were finally fixed, and the muzzles were aimed at the enemy phalanx on the hill, and the gunners raised the red flag of readiness. Then, he looked towards the hill. Under the "Feather" banner, the Chapala warriors formed a tight formation, posing a solid defensive posture.

Xiulot didn't hesitate anymore, he waved the command flag in his hand with pride, pointing to the hill where the enemy's marshal is! The ear-piercing copper whistle blew immediately, and the gunner of the artillery team quickly lit the fuse, covered his ears, and crouched two steps away from the wooden cannon.

"Boom!!!" A thunder that resounded through the sky suddenly exploded, making all the fierce fighting silent for an instant. Izel had just taken the first step of rising in life, and in the terrifying sound of Thor's roar, he bent down and fell down in horror. Lie on the ground tremblingly, he raised his head and looked at the god-given weapon that had just roared.

Amidst the huge roar, the cannon body jumped back suddenly, and a faint smoke rose from the muzzle, like a roaring beast. This is the second time he has seen a god-given weapon in action, and he always feels that it is a living creature that can move, just like the legendary spirit with supernatural power. Izel couldn't help lowering his head, silently praying to the spirit.

"Mythical beast of Thunder, please grant me the victory in the battle, and let me succeed the position of Patriarch!"

The roaring wooden cannon fired stone bullets that pierced the air, with majestic power, over a distance of fifty steps, and bombarded the central army in Chapala!

The shot flew, knocking down four or five warriors in front of them in an instant. The powerful stone bullets penetrated the solid leather armor, pierced the soft body, and smashed the unprotected face. The warriors didn't have time to let out a groan, and they fell sideways in tatters, and a big puddle of red flowed out. Then, the scattered stones were like heavy rain in the rainy season, hitting the warriors within a dozen steps around, making a "bang bang" sound and splashing clouds of smoke and dust.

Facing the weapons that spanned the ages, the Chapala warriors were shocked. Listening to the thunderous roar, with unknown fear, they stared blankly at the divine beast that was smoking from its mouth dozens of steps away! At this moment, no one really paid attention to the number of casualties, they just shouted frantically in their hearts.

"What's this?!"

Chapala's "feather" commander panicked, pointed at the wooden cannon directly opposite, and asked repeatedly in panic.

"Priest! What is this? A Mexica demon?!"

No one answered the marshal's inquiries, only panic and chaotic shouts, and hurried and chaotic prayers. Immediately afterwards, there was another roar of thunder, and the second wooden cannon aimed slightly, and shot directly at the handsome flag on the hill!

The splashing stone bullets passed through a distance of seventy steps, and violently bombarded the warrior's rear. This time the shooting distance was slightly longer, and it did not cause much effective damage. Several warriors directly in front, holding high shields against arrows, were knocked to the ground by the incoming shotgun. Afterwards, they rolled on the ground indiscriminately, the cotton armor was inlaid with the stone bullets that had just penetrated, and they shouted in fear.

Amid the deafening sound, the surrounding warriors knelt down in fear, begging for mercy from the roaring beast. The splashed soil and gravel flew ten steps away, splashing Peng Guali's face, and the place where he hit was painful. Marshal "Feather" was startled suddenly, and suddenly fell to the ground, still pointing forward, still shouting in panic.

"Demons! Mexica demons!"

Accompanied by the sound of two cannons that shook the era, only a dozen Chapala warriors fell to the ground and were injured or injured, but tens of thousands of people were shocked and lost their souls!

Focusing on the position of the wooden cannon, the warriors and militiamen of Tarasco panicked and fell into chaos. Many warriors knelt down on the spot, dropped their weapons, and prayed to the enemy's beasts in horror! More warriors showed fear and bewilderment, lowered their heads limply, and begged the forgiveness of the three gods! As soon as the disbanded militiamen gathered in the rear, they were shocked by the thundering cannons and entered the brink of collapse again! In the distant periphery, the Mexica warriors and the Chapala militia stopped at the same time, looking at the center of the army in awe, fearing everything unknown!

The sound of cannons roared, echoing between heaven and earth. The Mexica regiment in the center had been prepared, and there was a loud cheer.

"The Lord God descends and bestows supreme divine power! God's power is invincible, God's battle must win!!!"

The cheers started from the devout Blessed Legion, followed by the fanatical Temple Guards, then the excited Holy City Warriors, and finally the strict Lancers. Amid the cheers of the Mexica, the morale of the Chapala Legion fell again, and the warriors turned their heads in extreme anxiety. They looked at the majestic commander and at the holy group of priests, waiting for a convincing explanation.

Xiulot quickly looked around. The wooden cannon is being loaded, and it will take nearly a quarter of an hour to fire again. The morale of the Mexica Legion is at its peak, and the morale of the enemy army is at its lowest, and the charge is now!

The young commander made a decision. He raised the flying spear flag, circled it vigorously, and then pointed forward resolutely!

"The whole army charges!!!"

The low-pitched war drums were beating violently, accompanied by the rapid and high-pitched sound of flutes. The Mexica Legion burst out with a huge roar, like a hunting jaguar, charging towards the prey ahead!

The Quds Legion held their batons high, shouting and rushing to the forefront. They rushed into the front of Chapala's middle army swiftly, breaking through like a bamboo all the way, within a dozen steps in a short while. The Chapala warriors in the front row dropped their weapons and offered little resistance. They just prayed on their knees in despair, and were violently knocked to the ground by the Holy City warriors. Afterwards, the sharp blades slashed across the unarmored necks, cut their throats sharply, and beheaded them to death on the spot!

Facing the victory within their grasp, the Holy City warriors showed no mercy, slashing and attacking with all their strength, completely giving up defense. In just a dozen breaths, the three thousand warriors in front of Chapala were broken by half, and four or five hundred armored elite fell to the ground and bled, standing still and making no sound.

Olosh dropped the shield in his hand and held the baton in both hands. He turned sideways, swung his weapon like a ball, and hit the head of the enemy in front of him with a "bang". The warrior was kneeling on the ground, shouting indiscriminately, and then the shouting stopped suddenly, his neck twisted into a strange arc, and he fell down with a "plop".

The ferocious jaguar warrior shook his head, then casually cut off the throat of another enemy, muttering softly.

"These warriors who have lost their souls stay where they are, and they can't even run. They are easier to kill than turkeys!"

Then, Olosh looked at the enemy commander's flag dozens of steps away, his eyes lit up. He called out to the surrounding warriors, and rushed towards the high place of the hill together.

"The Mexica demon is the Mexica demon."

"Feather" Peng Guali's hands and feet trembled, his eyes were fixed on the front, looking at the two reloaded wooden cannons. The old warrior commander was the first to react. He approached the owner of "Feather" and shouted eagerly.

"Patriarch, the enemy is attacking! Quickly issue orders, beat the drums for battle, and let the priests sing and cheer!"

Peng Guali's eyes were blank, and his mind was at a loss. The warrior commander beside him shook his body and said something again. He just nodded in a daze, and the warrior commander quickly sent an order.

There was a panic above the hill, and the militia archers knelt down and howled, but no one paid much attention to it. Soon, the rapid drumbeat sounded again, and the priests trembled and sang loudly, conveying the will of God.

"The three gods bless us and defeat the demons of the Mexica!"

In the sound of "dong dong", the warrior commander "Feather" personally led hundreds of family warriors to meet the attacking Holy City Legion. He wants to buy more time for the Chinese soldiers to recover from the chaos.

The spear corps on the two wings chanted the name of the main god, formed a tight square formation, and moved forward at a slightly slower speed. They set up five rows of spears in front of the phalanx, and finally came to the front of the enemy warrior's formation, stabbing deeply in a staggered manner! The sharp copper spear pierced through the thick cotton armor, making a crisp tearing sound, and then penetrated dully into the body. The "sky" warrior on the left and the "silver" warrior on the right screamed and fell over at the same time, letting blood soak the ground.

From the central army to the two wings, and then to the outskirts of the army formation, two huge legions of tens of thousands of people have already intertwined with each other, and they are fighting together!

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