Avitt stood high up, directing the battle with a calm expression. Behind him is a mountain camp set up, with the flags of commanders at all levels flying on the camp. Now he has a thousand jaguar regiments, ten thousand direct warriors, a thousand city-state warriors, four thousand militiamen, and eight thousand boat masters on hand.
Shulot stood nearby, watching the wonderful battlefield, learning the experience of commanding, and coming up with some crooked ideas. Behind him were more than a hundred longbow guards.
The drumbeat of the attack continued to sound across the hills. The two big flags were then waved to both sides, and the four Mexica warrior battalions split into two wings and rushed down from the hills.
The young man saw that the warriors were divided into flexible squads and surrounded the small formations on both sides of the pikemen one by one.
He saw a small formation of two hundred men with Tarascans, who had just disembarked and gathered together. The sharp spears gathered together, shining with the cold light of bronze in the sunlight. Dozens of Mexica warriors were provoking in front, shouting loudly, waving their weapons, and holding their shields high. They approached carefully to lure the spears on the opposite side.
At this time, two hundred warriors had quickly passed through the two wings of the spear formation. As soon as the spear array was pointed forward, a hundred men, led by senior warriors, immediately launched a charge from the flank. Using their shields as a guide, the warriors quickly and fiercely crashed into the spear formations, penetrating deep into the enemy's ranks and destroying the formation of the spearmen. Then the short stick slashed diagonally from top to bottom, hitting the spearman's unprotected side without mercy. Take advantage of close combat to kill enemies with long weapons.
At the attack point of the first charge, the spearmen in the first few rows were in chaos and fell one after another. Only the spearmen in the back rows barely reacted and started stabbing from behind. This kind of thrust was difficult to defend against and was enough to break armor. Soon several warriors were shot and fell.
At this time, the second centurion finally got around to the back of the gun formation, and the warriors launched a second charge. A charge from behind was devastating, and the pikemen's formation was not thick enough to engage on multiple fronts. The spearmen in the back row who were attacking the front at this time had no time to turn around and fight, so they fell down one after another with sticks. They died instantly, like ice and snow melting into boiling soup.
Seeing the chaotic spear array in front, the dozens of warriors who first lured the enemy no longer hesitated and immediately charged forward with their shields, tearing apart the soft bodies with sharp stone blades. Under attack from three sides, the Tarasco gun formation quickly dispersed, morale dropped rapidly, and then collapsed. Without coordination, the spear had no power. It grazed the leather armor of the close warrior, and then collapsed under the close combat of the warrior. The spearmen were like fragile withered grass, breaking under the sticks and withering silently in the wind.
The young man watched with great interest the flexible attack of the samurai team, which was an imitation of the coyote pack's hunting. After destroying a small spear formation of two hundred people, the Mexican warriors suffered only ten casualties.
Centuries were led by senior warriors. These battle-hardened grassroots officers are the backbone of the army and control the smallest tactical units. They are experienced, similar to the centurions of the Mongolian Legion, and can launch very exciting small-scale tactics based on their own judgment of the situation.
This kind of multi-faceted hunting with more and less attacks continued. In just a quarter of an hour, more than a thousand of the five thousand spearmen had been eaten, and the casualties of the samurai were less than one twentieth. The remaining pikemen did not scatter and charge blindly, nor did they eventually collapse and scatter. They just kept gathering in the middle, and finally formed a large formation of 3,500 spearmen. Under the command, the formation gradually became round, dozens of layers thick, like a giant hedgehog.
Dozens of young warriors chased the remaining enemies, dazzled by the victory just now. They confidently charged towards the spearmen's formation, only to be met by hundreds of spears on three levels. After more than ten strikes, a warrior's shield was deflected, revealing a gap on the right side.
Immediately afterwards, several spears were stabbed from the right side, with a few bursts piercing the leather armor. Half of the shield screamed and fell to the ground, blood splattered on the body and he fell down. The young warriors quickly paid the price with their lives, dyeing the golden spear tips red with their own blood.
The drum beat stopped, and a long conch sound sounded. The Mexica warriors stopped and gathered together, slowly retreating. They formed four warrior battalions, semi-surrounding the spear formation from three directions, with the raging river at the rear. At this time, Tarasco's boat division had returned to the south coast, and the second batch of alien mercenaries also began to board the ship.
"This miner's pikemen are pretty good. They were able to form a formation after crossing the river, and suffered more than a thousand casualties without being defeated. If it weren't for the poor equipment, it could be considered a strong soldier. No wonder he was transported across the river first." Lott sighed.
"Yes, the discipline of this spearman is indeed good, maybe better than the samurai opposite. But their morale is already very low. If it weren't for the fact that they had no way to retreat because they had a big river at their back, they would have collapsed long ago. If all of them had been With leather armor, the samurai's casualties will be much greater." Avitt nodded in approval.
"However, no matter how elite the militiamen are, they are just consumables. The first one sent here is to use their lives to help the warriors. Next, the second troop crossing the river is still here to die. If you don't see the opportunity, noble The warriors will not be dispatched easily." The commander smiled and said the cold reality.
"What should we do now?" The young man pointed at the large spear formation like a hedgehog. "A strong attack? The second river-crossing regiment is about to set off."
"The casualties in the storm are too high." Avitt shook his head. "Use long-range shooting. First send out a thousand throwing stones to harass. The Jaguar's throwing spears are limited, so stay behind. Now use the new longbow guards to shoot from a long distance and see the power of the new troops."
"This novel spearman relies entirely on formation. As long as the formation is loose and the spearmen disperse or attack, the warriors can surprise them from the side and rear." The commander grinned.
A thousand slingers quickly set off from the camp and marched to a distance of 120 meters from the spear formation. Stones as big as cobblestones fell like raindrops, and the spear array was thrown into chaos. However, although the stone-throwing was very loud, the number of kills in each round was only more than 20 people, and the gun formation was still struggling to hold on.
Next, Bertard led more than a hundred longbow guards to a position one hundred and fifty meters away from the spear formation. Under the protection of a warrior battalion, the longbow warriors began to shoot steadily. Facing such a huge dense array of spears, the longbow fired at close range burst out with astonishing power.
Shulot saw a capable warrior drawing his bow to full capacity, aiming slightly with one eye, and then released the arrow. A 75-centimeter bone arrow whizzed, easily tearing apart the thin cloth of the spearman in the front row, penetrating his warm chest, emerging from the narrow back, and then piercing the arm of the spearman in the rear.
The two spears landed at the same time, and the spearman in the front row fell helplessly, bringing down his teammates in the rear. The warm liquid flows out of the chest and flows into the ground, making the body cold.
More than a hundred long archers, shooting at a level of 150 meters. Facing a dense gun array without armor or shield, each round of shooting will take away more than ten lives and injure more people, and six rounds can be fired per minute. The longbow shooting took less than five minutes, and the long spear array in front immediately dispersed. The spearmen in the first few rows who suffered heavy casualties could no longer bear the one-sided attack, and howled and rushed towards the longbow warriors with their guns raised.
The longbow warriors immediately retreated fifty meters and continued shooting in another direction. The warrior battalion at the rear immediately raised their shields and moved forward. They cooperated with each other and attacked flexibly, turning the spearmen who rushed in twos and threes into corpses.
Led by the charging pikemen, some of the pikemen also followed the attack, while others hesitated on the spot, and the formation began to scatter. At this time, a middle-aged strong man wearing leather armor and a helmet who looked like a leader roared in the formation. He waved his arms as if to maintain order in the formation.
Bertard's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eagle-like eyes locked onto the leader in the middle. With a calm expression on his face, he took out a bronze arrow from his quiver. Then the warrior captain loaded the bow with an arrow, drew the bow in a round shape, closed one eye and took aim, then pursed his lips slightly and held his breath gently. There was a moment of silence, followed by a sharp sound breaking through the air.
A long arrow was as fast as a spark, drawing an unclear trajectory, skipping the surrounding spears, and piercing diagonally downward into the middle-aged man's eyes. The arrow came out from the back of his head, and the strong man immediately lost his voice and fell to the ground with his head tilted. The surrounding spearmen immediately became uproar.
Bertard was relieved: after practicing shooting for so long, he could finally shoot in the head!
With the death of the pike commander, the pike formation could no longer be maintained. The longbow warrior's shooting continued for another five minutes before he had to stop.
The circular formation on the opposite side had turned into a broken wave. Four samurai battalions launched charges from three sides one after another. The chaotic spear militiamen and samurai were intertwined, and the samurai were able to harvest at close range with ease. The spears were broken and blood flowed. The remaining spearmen gradually retreated towards the river behind them. The Tarascans were knocked down in the desperate howl.
At this time, under the harassment of the Mexican navy, the second batch of Tarascan navy finally arrived on the north shore. The morale of the five thousand foreign mercenaries is high. They jumped off the ship with a roar and charged towards the commander's flag on the hill without stopping.
