Aztec Eternals

The samurai swung his baton, cutting through the thick cotton armor, and then "clicked" to cut through the fragile limbs. The militiaman's spear pierced, pierced through the solid leather armor, and pierced into the soft waist with a "poof". As the entire line of the Mexica Legion broke in, on the several-mile-long front, blood spattered at the same time, and dying wailing sounded!

"Monkey" Kuluka was wearing a plain commander's uniform without a lofty flag on his back, so he was inconspicuous in the spear phalanx. He commanded the Long Spear Corps on the left wing, carefully observing the battle situation.

Shocked by never-before-heard cannon fire, Chapala's regiment fell into brief but violent confusion. The army's charge was timely and powerful, gaining an overall advantage on the battlefield!

On his right, the holy city warriors of the Chinese army rushed into the enemy's formation quickly, charged at Xiaoqiu's "feather" commander's flag, and fought with the oncoming marshal's personal guards. On his left side, the peripheral city-state warriors also gradually resumed their offensive, rushing into the circle of the Chapala militia.

"The samurai of the central army are tenaciously defending, and the phalanx is still entangled, making it difficult to break through for a while. The militiamen on the outskirts are fearful and uneasy, and the queue quickly disperses, and they are only short of the final blow!"

Kuluka pondered slightly, and then called a personal guard to take a message to the marshal under the rear commander. Afterwards, he looked straight ahead, waved the command flag in his hand, blew the copper whistle hanging around his neck, and transferred more gun arrays to the front line to fight the warriors in sky blue battle suits.

In the short whistle of the regiment leader, ten dense spear phalanxes with spears nearly three meters long, covering each other's flanks, slowly and steadily plunged into the enemy's formation. The spears stabbed at each other, and the first few rows of enemy warriors were like stranded fish, struggling in place, and were easily stabbed to death by the "fishermen"! Afterwards, amidst the captain's longer whistle, the "fishermen" slowed down, stabilized their formation, and stabbed the next batch of Tarasco fish!

Seeing that the gun formation was attacking smoothly, "Monkey" had bright eyes and a slight smile on his mouth.

The Pike Corps must maintain a stable formation in order to exert the killing effect of dense spears. At the moment of the battle, the rhythm is the most important! The militiamen can neither retreat in fear nor pursue bravely, but must keep the same pace as their companions.

Although the new army has participated in many small battles, this is the first time for such a huge battle. In the short moment of the battle, many spearmen were a little chaotic, with different speeds, and even separated from each other. The front of the gun formation undulated like waves, forming an obvious gap. Fortunately, the Chapala warriors in the chaos did not seize this fleeting opportunity. They just shouted the names of the gods indiscriminately, and were stabbed to death by messy spears!

"Monkey" Kuluka waved the command flag again and blew the copper whistle.

Several phalanxes of long spears gradually converged, and the staggered characters gradually closed, forming a tight formation. Then, the long spear array with sharp spears pierced the enemy more forcefully, and blood gushed out instantly. Within a short time of the battle, hundreds of enemy soldiers fell to the ground, spreading a bright red and blue on the front line.

Facing the approaching gun formation, Oanda stood on a high place angrily, wearing a pure blue battle suit and carrying a three-meter flag on his back. He swung his killing stick and roared resonantly towards the chaotic warriors.

"Samurai of the 'Sky' family, be a real warrior, stand up and fight fearlessly! Come with me, face the enemy bravely, don't be intimidated by the evil thunder! How can you die like a turkey?! Get up quickly, the sky belongs to the brave kestrel, even in the face of the evil Thor, he can peck his eyes blind!"

Hearing the familiar roar, the surrounding warriors looked at the Patriarch in the middle together. They looked for spiritual support and re-inspired the warrior's courage.

"Fight! Fight for the honor of the family! In the name of Oanda, the master of 'Sky', I command all loyal warriors to raise their shields and swing their batons. No matter what kind of magic the Mexica use, What a noise it makes, the outcome of this war is still to be decided by the noble warriors! Let us decide!"

Accompanied by the shouts of encouragement from the patriarch, more warriors gradually regained their morale, and the glory of the family rose in their hearts.

"If they summon a roaring wood beast, go and kill the wood beast! If they use a god-given weapon, go and take it! There is no life to live, no mercy to beg. I will be with you, fearless died on the battlefield of God War!!!”

Speaking of this, Oanda suddenly jumped from a high place. He waved the baton in his hand, led the guards around him, and took the lead in fighting forward. Driven by him, the surrounding warriors finally let out a hysterical cry. Then, they got up one after another and charged back towards the gun array!

Soon, Oanda strode to the front line, and the flag of the head of the regiment was particularly dazzling in the crowd. He did not lead his personal guards to attack recklessly, but carefully observed the Mexica Long Spear Corps from a distance.

The morale of these new troops is high, the formation is strict, and the equipment is well equipped. They look like warriors. But in the final analysis, their main force is still the newly trained militia. Similar to the royal family's spear formation, they must take advantage of the spears and pay attention to the cooperation of dense formations.

The Patriarch of "Sky" has been in battle for a long time, and has been exposed to the tactics of the royal spear phalanx, and has carefully thought about how to fight. These plans should not be mentioned to outsiders, and the guard against the centralization of the royal family is also deeply hidden in the heart. He just waved the command flag and continued to roar loudly.

"The warriors in the front row, raise your shields to defend, and retreat slowly! The warriors on the left and right, circle around the wings, and harass! The warriors in the rear row, take out spare batons and spears, and prepare to throw!"

Oanda himself stood on the front line, stabilizing the morale of the warriors. Under his effective command, the family legion no longer clumsily assaults the front of the gun array, and fights hard with sharp spears, but displays the flexibility of an elite warrior.

The warriors in the front row raised their shields high and stepped back to the Patriarch. They used the commander-in-chief's banner as bait in an attempt to lure the enemy formation out of line. The warriors on the left and right separated further, watching the flanks of the spear array, and each sent more than a hundred elites to try to go around the back. The samurai in the back line, in small groups, kept rushing out from the gap in the front line. They ran quickly, accelerating to the front of the spear array, and then threw the batons and spears in their hands. The heavy weapons fired into the enemy's spears, now and then knocking down a poorly guarded spearman or two. Afterwards, they turned around and retreated dangerously, exposing their fragile backs, luring the enemy to pursue them.

"Monkey" Kuluka stood on a high place, observing the changes of the enemy army, frowning deeply. As the battle flag of the enemy commander moved forward, the morale of the enemy in front of him quickly recovered, and his actions were flexible and swift, making it extremely difficult.

"The stiff wood carving actually has life and turned into a living coyote! It seems that the commander of the enemy army is a veteran who is difficult to deal with!"

Kuluka's eyes flickered. He calmly commanded the gun array to slow down, causing the militiamen to raise the rattan in their left hand and lower their helmets to guard against thrown weapons. The huge battle formation stopped, slowly gathered again, and separated into a character shape to protect each other's flanks. Facing the enemy commander who was close at hand, as well as the exposed fragile backs of the enemy warriors, he remained unmoved at all and stabilized the rhythm of the attack. Amidst the constant throwing of spears, the phalanx of four thousand spears moved forward at a fast pace. The new army began to maintain a tight formation, without revealing any flaws, and kept pushing the enemies in front of them back.

Seeing the enemy's response, Oanda frowned and sighed slightly.

The nimble coyote is also helpless against the steady porcupine. The 3,000 "sky" warriors lost hundreds of people, and faced with the 4,000 intact pike militiamen, the two armies on the left fell into a stalemate.

He looked around, worried. In the huge confrontation between the two armies, the Chapala Army fell into a clear disadvantage. The "sky" samurai could not achieve a decisive effect, but tried to support it on the flanks. The samurai in the center were clumsy and slow, not quite recovering from the confusion. The "Silver" warrior didn't know how the battle was going. Patriarch "Sky" looked at the enemy's commander-in-chief.

Standing under the banner of the black wolf, Xiulot is like the messenger of Thor, driving the direction of "Thunder"! With calm eyes, he observed the whole battle situation. An envoy hurried over from the front and relayed the suggestion of the head of the Kuluka army. Soon, the wooden cannons on the left and right sides also erected red flags again, and they were finally loaded.

The young commander nodded slightly, unknowingly, the two armies had been fighting for a moment. He looked at the warriors on both sides fighting together, and waved the red flag in his hand, pointing in the direction of the two wings. The wooden cannon moved slowly, pushing dozens of steps to the outside. Then, the muzzle turned to the flanks on both sides, aiming at the two Chapala militiamen a hundred paces away.

Izel on the flank just got up and took the second step of rising in life.

He swung his baton and fought against the Chapala militia, carefully raising his shield from time to time to block the enemy's assault. The enemy on the opposite side is like a wild beast in the jungle, always trying to rush within half a meter, using both hands and feet to engage in dangerous close-to-body combat. With a skillful shield strike, he fended off the young militiamen who were rushing, and then quickly added a stick, hitting the top of the opponent's skull. The young militiaman's eyes widened suddenly, blood came out of his nose, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

Izel just took a breath, but two people rushed forward at the same time. The two militiamen waved short spears that were no more than one meter long, and they stabbed in front of them in a blink of an eye. He hastily blocked with his shield and baton, but the opponent continued to approach regardless. The battle took only a few breaths, the enemy on the left was blocked by the shield, but the enemy on the right took the opportunity to rush half a meter. He tightly hugged the young warrior's left arm holding the stick, and stabbed the broken stone spear close to his body.

The blunt stone spear slowly pierced through the leather armor, and Izel's side hurt, feeling the sharp edge piercing the skin. With a chill in his heart, he tried his best to push the enemy away, this is the absolute key point.

"Lord God, save me! I have waited for so long, but I want to accept the same fate with my brother?!"

Izel's eyes showed strong unwillingness, and he looked at the ferocious smile of the enemy who was close at hand. He looked desperately at the family's samurai chief, but the old samurai chief seemed to ignore him and just fought steadily with the enemy in front of him.

"Boom! Boom!"

A roar that shook the world suddenly came! The fierce battle formation stagnated again, and then suddenly changed!

The scattered stone bombs blasted into the surrounding militia, like a howling storm, knocking down more than a dozen civilian militiamen in an instant. The terrible sound of artillery reverberated, unknown smoke and dust rose, accompanied by the sound of "bang bang", and the wailing of the militiamen in fear!

In the sound waves that shook the ground, Izel fell to the ground again, and fell into a ball with the enemy close to him. The position of the shelling was no more than ten steps away from them, and the splashed mud hit them all over their heads and faces. The young warrior howled loudly in fear, and groped vigorously on his body, while the enemies beside him screamed miserably at the same time. The shelling struck, killing several people on the spot. The surrounding Chapala militiamen showed horror and paused suddenly. Then, they uttered a cry of collapse, and turned around tremblingly, like fallen leaves in a strong wind, staggering and fleeing in panic!

Izel fumbled for a while in a panic, only to be shocked to find that he was unharmed. The young warrior settled down and looked at the enemy who fell beside him. The other party's ferocious face was full of fear, and he screamed "Wah-wah" in his mouth.

Izel smiled fiercely, quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist, and thrust it into the opponent's throat. Then, he licked his dry lips, wiped the bright red from his face, picked up the fallen baton, and got up from the ground again.

"God bless you, I am destined to be the head of the family!"

The young samurai looked excited. Then, looking at the disintegrated Chapala militiamen, watching their vulnerable backs, he shouted sharply at the family warriors.

"The enemy army fled, follow me to pursue!"

The drums of war are more intense, accompanied by the horn of the charge. Under the bombardment of wooden cannons, the Chapala militiamen on both wings could no longer hold on, howled in fear, and collapsed across the board. The samurai of Western States paused for a moment, then chased after them with red eyes. They suffered a lot of casualties in the short and fierce battle, and at this moment they are only eager to kill, not giving the enemy any chance to regroup!

Seeing the periphery of the collapse of the enemy army, Shulot nodded in satisfaction. The warriors on both wings pursued the enemy, gradually forming a double-team formation. Then, he paid attention to the battle situation in the center again, looking at the handsome flag of "Feather".

"Silver" Patriarch Taikata encouraged loudly, and barely stabilized the form of the right wing, resisting the enemy's spear army. Then, the sound of roaring cannons came, which once again shook the morale of the warriors and the morale of the legion. He looked around anxiously, the militiamen on the periphery had already fled like a herd of rabbits, the main force of warriors in the center was still motionless, and the archers also died down.

Taikata couldn't stand it any longer. He summoned the family's samurai chief, ordered the opponent to stick to the defense, and hurried to Xiaoqiu's commander-in-chief. He strode and galloped past the panic-stricken militia archers, past the frantically chanting temple sacrifices, passed through the chaotic standing guards of the large shield, and finally came to the front of Marshal "Feather".

"His Royal Highness, the situation is critical! Please order the militia archers to disperse and shoot at the opponent's wooden beast!"

Taikata pointed to the reloaded wooden cannon, looked at the busy gunner, and said anxiously.

Peng Guali's eyes were straightened, his face was blank. He looked at the wooden cannon and the gunner, and asked in a daze.

"What the hell is Taikata? A Mexica demon?"

Patriarch "Baiyin" was stunned. He took a closer look at the appearance of the commander-in-chief, and his heart was full of irritability. He has always had a wide range of friends and knowledge, and he came from the top nobles, so he knows the methods of priests well. Although the Mexica on the opposite side shouted the name of the god, he didn't believe it. He just paid attention to the enemy craftsman manipulating the wooden beast.

"Prince Peng Guali, take a closer look! No matter what it is, whether it is a living thing or a dead thing, it is always the craftsmen who are controlling and manipulating it! The army is at a disadvantage, the warriors are struggling to hold on, and the militia has collapsed. No matter what, we cannot Let them bombard again!"

Taikata stepped forward earnestly, and took Marshal Feather's arm.

"His Royal Highness, hand over the archers on both sides to me, and let me command them to suppress the enemy!"

Hearing the persuasion of Patriarch "Baiyin", Peng Guali nodded subconsciously and handed over the responsibility to others. Taikata left in a hurry, commanded the bow and arrow militia, and fired at the wooden cannon fifty paces away. After a while, the rapid rain of arrows fell suddenly, and nearly ten gunners fell beside the roaring wooden beast. The Mexica warriors immediately raised their shields to defend, while the rest pushed the wooden cannons and retreated slowly.

Looking at the wooden beast that was afraid of the rain of arrows, Marshal "Feather" slowly came back to his senses. The fear of the myth finally dissipated from his heart, and the battle situation of the army came into view. He saw the center army that was intruded by the enemy, the two wings that were at loggerheads, and the disintegrated periphery, the enemy that was outflanking.

"The situation is critical. The Legion has completely fallen into a disadvantage!"

The magnificent "feather" flag flutters high, symbolizing the honor of the prince. Under the banner, Prince Penguali's expression changed, his complexion was cloudy and uncertain.

Ah, some low morale lately. Trying to make up for it later. (_)