The midday sun falls straight down from the clear sky, sweeping the shadows of the earth and forests, removing the dew from the woods and meadows. Today is a good day, suitable for fighting and killing.
Shulot also knew that today was a good day. In the Aztec calendar, today is the sixth day of the 20th day of each month in the solar calendar. It symbolizes death, vitality, and vitality. The representative symbol is the skull's head. This is an auspicious day.
therefore. Commanders chose to take the initiative today.
Auspicious time and auspicious day. At this moment, he was standing on the top of a hill with Avitt, leading four thousand warriors, quietly waiting for the enemy to appear.
Avit occupies the high ground, with the commander's battle flag planted at the highest point, and beside him is a thousand-man battalion of warriors. The remaining three battalions were arranged in a straight line and arranged slightly lower in the front. The warriors were sitting on the hill, with their shields and war clubs on the ground in front of them, maintaining their physical strength to the greatest extent possible.
The enemy's flag appeared in Shulot's field of vision. First there were scattered scouts, then the scattered village levies, then the warriors wearing armor and hats, carrying shields and war clubs, and finally a group of A group of militiamen wearing only single clothes and carrying stone spears.
Both parties discover each other. The opponent's commander was four or five miles away, forming a battle formation. The warriors took off their shields and war clubs, five Otomi warrior battalions gathered in the middle, three militia battalions on the left and right spread out, shielding the two wings of the army, five militia battalions were placed in the front, and four militia battalions were scattered at the end.
Shulot observed the opponent's formation changes. The opponent's battle idea was to protect the warrior camp first. Spread the militia battalions in four directions to withstand possible surprise attacks and ranged attacks. The samurai battalions were not placed on the front line to avoid being entangled by the enemy and making it difficult to retreat.
In other words, the opponent's core strength is ready to run away at any time. Shulot was speechless.
The two sides faced off in the air for a while. The enemy's scouts continued to conduct reconnaissance on the battlefields on both wings, and the commanders of both sides constantly assessed the number and strength of the other side's troops.
Avitt's four battalions occupied the hilly heights and remained on the defensive.
Shulot could clearly feel the other commander's hesitation. It should be that after assessing the opponent's strength, he developed some kind of confidence in his ability.
After a while, the scouts on both wings returned, proving that no enemy ambush was found within a certain distance. The opposing commander finally began the attack.
Shulot, who was high up, looked down and had a clear view of the battlefield.
The Otomi adjusted their formation again. Three militia battalions on each wing began to advance and deploy, and two warrior battalions supplemented them, holding down the formation while serving as the backbone of the two wings. The three samurai battalions of the Chinese army expanded slightly and moved forward behind the five militia battalions. The militia battalions in the rear continued to form a loose formation to block the retreat of the army.
The prelude to the war was slow, perhaps continuing to build up energy for the outbreak.
Soon, the two armies were only a few hundred meters apart, looking at each other up and down the hills. The Otomi militiamen howled loudly to intimidate their opponents, boost their own morale, and release the fear before the war.
This kind of meaningless threats are common among warriors. The four thousand Mexica warriors on the hill still remained on the defensive, just standing up with shields and sticks, waiting for the next impact.
Two battalions of Otomi slingers marched out to the foot of the mountain and began hurling stones up the mountain. The stones were thrown down like raindrops, and they were also as powerless as raindrops. Throwing stones from bottom to top cannot cause meaningful damage to the warriors with leather armor and wooden shields.
The Mexica warriors were a little commotion. Faced with the free slingers, they had the desire to charge and fight. Avitt still ordered to raise his shield to defend and maintain the formation. The defensive conch horn continued to ring on the mountain top, suppressing the inner beasts of the warriors.
Seeing that the slingers could not disrupt the opponent's formation, Commander Otomi asked the slingers to retreat.
The Otomi's strength lay in their large militia. If you want to use the militia to defeat the well-trained Mexica warriors, you can only destroy the warriors' formation, put them under siege, and constantly consume the warriors' physical strength until they lose the speed and strength to swing their weapons.
At this time, the militiamen could use simple stone spears to achieve an acceptable consumption ratio with the warriors. It's like using peasants to besiege lightly armored knights without horses.
Three battalions of Otomi militiamen immediately attacked, howling and rushing towards the shields and war clubs of the Mexica warriors. They were then beaten, smashed, cut, and broken in front of the war clubs, and turned into corpses. Warm corpse. This pressure was far from reaching the limit of the Mexica warriors. The warriors suffered minimal damage, but only consumed their physical strength and gradually stretched the formation to both sides.
Three militia battalions on each side began to accelerate, trying to outflank the warriors. This outflanking was more of a harassment.
Immediately, the real main force, the two Otomi warrior battalions, rushed from both wings and violently attacked the flanks of the two Mexica warrior battalions.
Avitt then gave the order to attack, and the drums of the attack quickly resounded through the hills. The three thousand Mexica warriors in front suddenly burst out with a cry, and the warriors began to unleash the most violent attacks regardless of their physical strength. They no longer waved their shields, but accelerated their war sticks across curves, piercing the soft chest and abdomen, and hitting the hard heads.
Their formation also quickly squeezed away from the enemy in front, and the engagement area rapidly expanded. The samurai were caught in a fierce battle, which also meant that the commander had lost the ability to command them, at least until the battle was over.
Once the real battle began, the three battalions of Otomi militiamen directly ahead could not bear the pressure of rapid casualties and collapsed from the front, with their organization level reduced to zero. They have completed their important mission as cannon fodder vanguard and will no longer be of use in this battle.
The two battalions of Otomi warriors from the Chinese army quickly pressed forward and roughly used shields to disperse the militiamen to both sides. Then, without giving the Mexica warriors any more chance to recover their strength, they roared and charged towards the opponents ahead.
At the same time, the militiamen from the rear also rushed up and engaged the command battalion where Avitt was located. Thus containing the last Mexican reserve team.
Looking at the enemy warriors rushing towards them from all directions, their faces were twisted and roaring. Next to his ears were the clashes of shields and weapons, and from time to time there was a click, which was the crisp snap of bones. Blood spattered onto Shulot's feet, and everything he looked at was bright red.
Shulot's heart was beating violently, and every second seemed as long as a century. He couldn't help but look at Avitt, only to see a face that was both unfamiliar and familiar, hard and cold, observing the battle situation calmly.
All combatable positions on the hills are filled. In the front were four thousand Otomi warriors and two thousand militiamen, semi-surrounding three Mexica warrior battalions, and in the rear were four Otomi militia battalions to contain the command battalion that was attacking Avitt.
At this time, Otomi commander Giowa still had a reserve team of warrior battalion, two senior cannon fodder of slinging battalions, plus four ordinary cannon fodder of militia battalions. He also sent additional people to collect the three militia battalions that had just collapsed.
Giowa watched the battle directly ahead with stern eyes, looking for gaps in the formation, always ready to throw in the last warrior battalion, thus completely tearing apart the defense line of the Mexica warriors ahead. A smile of victory appeared on his face unconsciously.
Before the smile was complete, it suddenly solidified. Two battalions of Mexican warriors suddenly appeared from the outermost hills of the right-wing scouts and rushed toward the center of the battlefield.
Seeing the two Mexica warrior battalions coming from a distance, Hulot in the center of the military formation finally regained his composure. In fact, excluding the intimidation and stone-throwing foreplay, the battle between the warriors on both sides lasted only half an hour, and the actual full-scale battle only lasted a quarter of an hour.
The commander of Otomi still had a quarter of an hour to hesitate: either push the last warrior battalion, plus all the militia battalions, to face the two thousand Mexican warriors who were approaching quickly. It was expected that the Otomi warriors at the top of the mountain would break through the defense line first.
Either retreat immediately and leave the militia to the Mexica. As many warriors as there are on the mountain can retreat. As long as they escape into the familiar mountain forest, they will be safe.
Giowa made a quick decision. The first option was to bet all the weight to win, and the second option was to lose at least half. After looking at the advantage he had gradually gained on the top of the mountain, he hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, tried hard to suppress the ominous premonition in his heart, and ordered four militia battalions to advance forward to temporarily hold back the Mexican reinforcements.
Dressed in an eagle uniform, Barda led two battalions of Mexican warriors, rushing directly into the center of four thousand militiamen like a hurricane, engaging in fierce fighting on the largest front.
The militiamen rushed forward with howls, thrust out their spears, and scratched past the leather armor and shields. Then they were knocked down and broken by the warriors' war clubs, like waves scattered on the shore.
Their morale melted like ice. However, the commander's battle flag flying high in the rear and the approaching thousand reserve warriors still maintained the bottom line of their morale.
The battle was at a stalemate for a while, but Avitt at the top of the hill showed a real smile. Although there was still a lot of fighting and blood flying around him, he still turned around and joked to Shulot: "The fish finally took the bait."
The fighting continued for another quarter of an hour, and the Mexica warriors in front were already pressed and squeezed together with the command battalion. Swinging the war stick consumed too much energy, so the warriors on the mountain used shields more often for defense.
The strength of the warriors on both sides has not yet reached its limit, and it is still early for large-scale casualties to occur. Of the eight thousand warriors fighting, only three to four hundred each lost their combat effectiveness.
When Casal's 500 jaguar warriors and 1,500 samurai appeared at the rear left of the battlefield, the dark clouds blocked all the sunshine in Giowa's heart. Commander Otomi almost lost everything in the battle in an instant. power.
The familiar tiger-shaped beast helmet is the nightmare of all city-state warriors, and generations of Otomi people grew up listening to its horror stories. Although Giowa did not believe the story, he was clearly aware of the terrifying combat power of the Jaguar warriors on the frontal battlefield.
The retreating conch horn sounded rapidly throughout the battlefield, and the half-engaged Otomi command battalion quickly broke away from the battle. Giowa issued a last meaningless order to send two slinging battalions to contain the incoming Jaguar warriors.
Immediately, he left behind the fiercely fighting militiamen and the warriors who were still fighting, and fled to the forest on the right rear.
Casal sent a thousand Mexica warriors to pursue Giowa. Then another five hundred people were divided and attacked the Otomi militiamen who were fighting Barda from behind.
And he himself led the Jaguar warriors towards the biggest fish, the four thousand Otomi warriors who were fighting fiercely on the top of the mountain.
The retreating conch whistle reached the top of the mountain. The first to react were the four thousand Otomi militiamen who circled behind the hills and were responsible for containing Avite.
Without the pressure of the warriors, these seemingly simple mountain people had some spare strength. When they saw the jaguar warriors rushing over from a distance, they knew something was wrong and immediately fled to the distant forest.
Avitt's command battalion had just been liberated from the fighting. He did not care about the militiamen, but immediately divided the command battalion into two teams to entangle the Otomi warriors from both sides.
Shulot then completely calmed down and began to observe the battlefield carefully.
Only then did the Otomi warriors on the top of the mountain realize that the situation was not good. Under the leadership of the hereditary nobles, they struggled to withdraw from the battle while working hard to maintain order. The warriors on the front line fought more and more crazily, while the warriors in the rear began to disperse.
When a group of jaguar warriors rushed into the battle group of the Otomi warriors from behind, it was like a stone thrown into a lake, immediately creating a concave ripple in the crowd, and then the ripples spread out, and the crowd dispersed like water splashes.
The remaining two thousand Otomi militiamen on the top of the mountain collapsed completely. They screamed, turned their backs on the enemy and fled, then were cut down like cornstalks.
The real toll began.
Following the back stab attack of the Jaguar warrior, the skillful battle stick danced like a violent storm, hitting the shields, leather armor, back and legs of the Otomi warriors, causing them to fall to the ground.
Attacked from both sides, the Otomi warriors quickly lost their organization, and the morale of the army was rapidly declining. The Jaguar warriors threatened with war cries and attacked with force. Within a quarter of an hour, the rout came.
From this moment on, ten times as many Otomi warriors fell every minute as before.
The Otomi warriors who fought on the front line fell into a final madness, and then quickly exhausted their physical strength during the siege, and were knocked unconscious by the warriors with the wooden sides of their war clubs.
The Otomi warriors on the wings and sides dropped their heavy obsidian war clubs and fled away from both sides of the flanking attack, toward the forest in the distance, struggling for the last vestige of life.
Feeling the rapid weakening of resistance, the Mexica warriors on the mountaintop finally let out a cry of victory. They began to be merciless, using the blunt angles and sides of the war clubs to hit the Otomi people's legs and backs, making them incapacitated.
At this point, the frontal battle ended, and the Mexicans began to pursue their opponents, capturing them as easily as a turkey. The mass capture began.
Standing on the hill, smelling the rich blood that could not be dissolved in the air, watching the mad escape of the Otomi people, and listening to the warm cheers of the Mexica warriors, Hulot felt an unreal trance.
A quarter of an hour ago, the Otomi people were still struggling to death. Half an hour ago, they were still besieged by the enemy. An hour ago, the situation was at a disadvantage. And two hours ago, the battle had just begun.
"Is this war?" Shulot asked as he looked at Avitt.
"This is not a war." A real smile finally appeared on Avitt's face, "This is just the beginning!"
