The wind and rain poured down, and the shouts shook the sky. The water gate of the river mouth fortress was like a wasp's nest, and it was still spitting out large boats and small boats, and in the blink of an eye there were nearly a hundred boats.
On the gorgeous boat, the round-faced nobleman Osipai grinned, showing his excitement for hunting. He pointed his flag and shouted loudly.
"Speed up the charge and capture the tall warrior with the long bow on his back! The captor will be rewarded with five boxes of copper utensils and a half-level promotion!"
Upon hearing the order, the oarsmen on the big boat blushed and rowed with all their strength. The boat sped up again, rushing like a crocodile. In front, the pioneer's dozen or so small boats were like wolves, already attacking the edge of the Mexica boat.
On the Mexican canoe, the guards paddled vigorously, and the slender canoe gradually accelerated. Bertard quickly came to the bow of the ship and protected His Highness behind him. Immediately, he stood tall, took off the war stick from behind, and stared at the three Tarasco boats within five meters.
In the nearest boat, a Tarasco captain stood in front, smiling as if he was seizing his fortune. He held the three-meter-high bronze spear in both hands. When the boat approached slightly, he stabbed it with all his strength from top to bottom, and pierced the chest of the tall warrior.
It is difficult to dodge on a narrow boat. The warrior leader's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he struck out with the war stick in his right hand in an instant, accurately hitting the wooden pole and deflecting the thrusting bronze spear to the left. Then, he stretched out his left hand, grabbed the offset wooden handle as fast as lightning, gave a sudden roar, and pulled hard.
"Come!"
Two or three meters apart, the boats on both sides shook violently at the same time. Captain Tarasco's weapon fell first and his center of gravity shifted. Then, as he staggered, an irresistible force hit him, accompanied by a heart-shaking shout in his ears. His mind was shaken, and he was pulled into the water, and the raging river water rushed towards him. Before the captain could let go, the bronze spear in his hand had already taken him to the edge of the Mexica canoe. He raised his head in panic, and at the last moment of his life, he only saw a thick war stick coming towards his head, and finally there was a sharp pain and a "click" from his bones.
Bertard broke the enemy's neck in the water with a stick, then raised his hand and threw the battle stick forward. With a "bang", a Tarasco warrior fell on his back. Then, the warrior captain held the three-meter spear with both hands and thrust it forward extremely quickly. With a "puff" sound, the spear broke through the vital part of the left chest, penetrated into the heart, and instantly stabbed another eager enemy to death.
Bertard pulled back the spear with force, causing a splash of blood to stain the tip of the spear red and golden. He turned slightly to avoid the incoming copper spear, letting the tip of the spear scratch the fine leather armor. Then, he raised his hand and fired a gun, pointed it at the enemy's chin, and then made a precise stroke. The warrior's hand immediately softened, and the spear fell to the ground. He covered his neck and fell into the water. Circles of blush spread in the turbulent water.
Four warriors were killed in an instant, and the enemy on the first boat was already frightened. The remaining two warriors quickly turned around and retreated, urging the paddlers to leave. Bertard thrust his spear again, sinking it deep into the back of the nearest warrior. The warrior let out a dull scream, took his spear, stamped his feet and fell forward. The spear got stuck in his ribs and could not be freed for a while. The warrior captain frowned slightly, then released his hands, leaned over and picked up the spare war stick on the boat.
The oarsman bent over and paddled, and the first boat quickly fled away. The last warrior of Tarasco fell into the boat with his head up, looking at his companion lying dead in front of him, gasping for air and feeling lingering fear. He looked at the Mexican boats on the opposite side and saw that the second and third Tarasco boats had accelerated and crashed into the "wealth" full of boats.
The two boats collided rapidly, the canoe shook violently, and the Mexican boat was about to roll over. At this time, the third Tarasco boat hit from the other direction, hitting the boat with a "bang". The three boats shook together for a moment, and then slowly stabilized. Then, the three samurai warriors suddenly fought together.
Shulot crouched on the boat, holding on to the side of the boat, and withstood the most violent shaking. Then he picked up his war club and stood up to face the oncoming enemy. The young warrior held the stick in both hands, leaned slightly, and suddenly struck hard with the side! The long stick relied on the power of the rotation of the chest and abdomen to accurately hit the head of the Tarasco warrior at the front. One second the warrior was still smiling like he was catching prey, and the next second there was a "bang", his smile and face were smashed, he tilted his head and turned over.
Shulot had no time to see his enemy's death. He moved closer to the next enemy and crouched slightly to avoid the enemy's short spear. Then, the young warrior raised his war stick with all his strength and shouted loudly.
"die!"
The war stick, which was more than one meter long, was shot vertically, with huge force, and hit the enemy's face violently, shattering the nasal bones of the face. The second warrior howled miserably, threw away the short spear in his hand, covered his exploded eyes with both hands, and crashed into his companion behind him.
Shulot crouched down and struck again. Relying on the martial arts he had practiced for many years, he struck first and hit the third enemy samurai on the knee accurately. The opponent's bronze spear hit the air, causing severe pain in his left knee, and his leg immediately went weak. Without stopping, the young warrior hit the other knee again. The enemy completely lost his center of gravity, fell into the water with a cry of pain, and was hit in the head again.
Shulot took a deep breath. After killing three people in a row, his strength was temporarily exhausted. A Tarasco warrior saw the advantage, he smiled ferociously, thrust a spear at an angle, and stabbed the young warrior's chest vitally.
I heard the approaching wind, and long-term training came into play at this time. Shulot subconsciously turned sideways and blocked it with his left arm. The bronze spear pierced the leather armor at an angle, scratched his left arm, and then grazed his chest until it reached his right shoulder.
Shulot didn't care about his wounds. He clamped the bronze spear with his right shoulder to prevent the opponent from drawing it out and stabbing again. Then, he held the wooden pole with his left hand and shouted angrily.
"Come!"
The warrior on the opposite side shook for a moment, then half-slumped down and exerted force at the same time. The two of them were in a stalemate for the time being, separated by their spears.
Hearing His Highness's roar, the guards felt anxious. The three guards fought hard to get injured and finally defeated the opponent in front of them. Immediately, they swarmed up, swung their weapons at the same time, and smashed the enemies who were in a stalemate with His Highness into pulp.
Shulot was relieved. He fell into the boat with his spear under his arm and looked at Bertard. The warrior commander has defeated the remaining enemies. Then, the young commander turned his head and looked at the guards who wanted to get closer to the bandage.
"Leave me alone! Row quickly and don't stop!"
In a moment, the three attacking boats were scattered, and the Mexica boat accelerated again and fled towards the Leman River in the north. Seeing the fate of the warriors at the front, the dozen or so Tarasco boats behind them hesitated for a while, then patrolled and slowly approached. Several nearby Mexica boats also approached and tried their best to block it, sheltering His Highness's boat.
On the gorgeous boat, Osipai's eyes were full of splendor. He watched Bertard stabbing four people to death one after another with a single spear, then changed to a war stick and killed three people in an instant, and praised loudly.
"What a peerless warrior! He deserves to be mine! Hurry, hurry up, all the warriors will go rowing! Capture this longbow warrior, and everyone will be rewarded with ten boxes of bronzes!"
The warriors on the boat cheered loudly, and then followed the order and went to the sides of the boat to join the rowing team one after another. There were only two personal guards, armed with shields and short spears, guarding the legion commander.
The legion commander's boat suddenly accelerated, like an attacking giant bear, mercilessly knocking away the boats fighting on both sides, and headed straight for the Mexica boat at the front.
Hearing the cheers, Shulot heard the sound and saw an extremely huge boat, carrying thirty Tarasco warriors, approaching quickly. He looked at the round-faced nobles waving spear flags, recognized the shouts coming from the wind, and vaguely heard "Peerless, seize, bow and arrow, reward, bronze..." Anger suddenly rose in the young commander's eyes.
Bertard looked around and saw that the Mexican boat was gradually accelerating, but it would still take some time before it reached its maximum speed. The large boat at the rear rushed forward, already breaking through the blockage behind the palace, and approaching rapidly. Once hit by this big boat, thirty Tarasco warriors rushed up at the same time, and everyone on the small boat had no chance of survival.
Bertard glanced quickly, and his eyes immediately stopped in the middle of the boat, on the round-faced nobleman wearing a purple helmet and shouting and waving flags. The round-faced nobleman was also looking at him with gleaming eyes. The warrior commander's eyes narrowed, then he threw away his war stick, took off the long bow behind him, and quickly set up a bronze arrow.
Bertard stared at the enemy leader's helmet with his sharp eyes like an eagle, quickly and steadily pulled out the long bow, and then suddenly fired an arrow like thunder and lightning!
Osipai has been watching the movements of the big bow warrior. Seeing him holding the bow in his hand and quickly nodding an arrow, he suddenly felt something was wrong. The "crocodile" noble glanced left and right, immediately squatted down, stretched out his hand to pull the nearest guard, and blocked it in front of him.
With a "whoosh" sound, the long arrow made a sharp whistling sound and shot quickly. It traced a nearly straight trajectory, passing through a distance of thirty meters, and shot into the frightened cheek with a "chi" sound, and then a "hiss" sound came out from the back of the head. Finally, there was a clear "bang" sound, and the bronze arrowhead pierced the helmet of Osipi, almost piercing the inlaid copper.
The round-faced nobleman was greatly shocked, and he was so horrified that he couldn't control himself. Years of experience on the battlefield made him subconsciously pick up the shield and cover it in front of him. Then there was another "duh" sound, and the long arrow shot through the shield and pierced his left arm holding the shield, stringing the arm and the shield together.
The big boat had already approached within twenty meters of the small boat, and the power of the longbow was almost unstoppable. Before approaching the boarding battle, the big bow warrior can still shoot at least two arrows! His thoughts were spinning, and then Osipai roared loudly.
"Guard! Guard! Raise your shield!"
Hearing the shrill and hoarse cry of the legion commander, the rowing warrior quickly put down his oars, picked up his shield from the ground, and eagerly guarded the noble man. The speed of the big boat dropped rapidly visible to the naked eye.
The warrior commander hesitated slightly, then gave up hiding behind the shield and human shield of the enemy leader. He shifted the target, drew three arrows in his hand, and only half-opened the bow with a small frame. Then, the master of archery, the samurai commander, fired three arrows in succession at the rowers in single clothes, and the three fell down at the sound.
Shulot reacted quickly. Regardless of his still bleeding left arm, he still took the bow in his hand and shot at the rowers with half-open bow. At a distance of twenty meters, the young warrior can accurately hit the enemy even if he is on a rocking ship. The long arrows penetrated the unlined garments, or pierced the chests of the oarsmen, or pierced the arms of the oarsmen, causing them to cry out in pain and fall down.
Shulot only shot three arrows, and the ten rowers fell completely to the ground. Most of them were due to the warrior captain.
Osipai hid behind the warrior's shield and looked forward in shock through the gap in the human wall. Two warriors, one big and one small, shot arrows in turn, and their long bows made a trembling "buzz" sound. The sharp arrows struck with a "swish", taking away lives neatly. The arrows were nailed to the wooden deck, and their tail feathers were still trembling.
"There is such a powerful bow! In front of it, the warrior's life is like a blind fish living in a cave. He has not yet seen the target, but just hears the wind and shakes his tail fin to die! It's terrible, it's terrible!"
The legion commander endured the pain and muttered to himself. He hid behind the samurai's shield, letting the boat slow down, and gradually distanced himself from the boat in front of him. Then, he reacted suddenly, raised the commanding spear flag with his good right arm, made a half circle on each side, and then pointed hard at the boat in front.
Behind the magnificent boat, boats of all sizes received orders. They accelerated one after another, gave up their entangled opponents, and rushed towards the Mexican boat at the front. The remaining two or three Mexican boats had no time to care about their opponents and rushed to the aid of His Highness.
A kestrel was attracted by the cry and soared through the rain. It scanned with sharp eagle eyes and saw a small boat floating in front, followed by dozens of small boats, and two large boats following behind at a distance. It lowered its height and looked carefully at the rowing oars on the boat, the shining spear tips, and the falling figures from time to time.
A sharp arrow passed under the kestrel with a whoosh, startling it. Its eyes with dynamic vision followed closely, and saw a bipedal beast on the bow of a small boat, covering its throat, swinging into the river. The kestrel smelled the smell of blood in the air and sensed the deep danger, so it flapped its wings and flew straight into the high clouds.
On the river, the Tarasco boat chasing the front immediately slowed down. The warriors on the boat were in a hurry to check on the captain who had fallen into the water. When they determined the location of the arrow, they felt a deep chill in their hearts. The small boat in front of you carries the messenger of the Moon Goddess, who can easily bring the warriors into the kingdom of the underworld! Then, the sailors and samurai slowed down and quietly retreated behind other boats.
Seeing the enemy with an arrow in his neck and observing the enemy ship forcing him back again, Shulot put down his longbow and nodded with satisfaction. In the moment of life and death fighting, he gradually calmed down and made a vague breakthrough in his archery skills. The young warrior's left arm has been bandaged. It is just a superficial flesh wound. Although it hurts, it does not affect the fight. He looked forward and back again, and saw that the guards' faces were red, and they had been rowing at a fast speed for more than two moments, and they estimated that they had rowed ten miles.
After a while, another small boat approached, and in a blink of an eye, it was within twenty meters. Shulot spat and was about to nock another arrow. "Whoosh!" Two consecutive arrows passed by in front of his eyes, hitting the cheeks of two warriors respectively. The other warrior turned over and fell down. Bertard turned his head, smiled and nodded to the young warrior, with a calm expression of confidence on his lips.
Shulot was stunned for a moment, then continued to nod his arrow. This time, he aimed at the enemy ship thirty meters away, waited for a moment, and when the boat was stable, he released his arrow and shot an arrow into the chest of the enemy in the distance. The warrior looked down in disbelief, watching blood seeping out from the pierced leather armor. Then he opened his mouth and said a few words before falling on his back.
The young samurai looked at the samurai commander, and the two laughed loudly at the same time. Although he was on the verge of life and death, he showed great fighting spirit and bold self-confidence. A true warrior is never afraid of death, he just wants to bloom as best as he can!
On the big boat sixty meters away, Osipai stared at the two longbow warriors laughing on the small boat with wide eyes, and couldn't help but admire them.
"Good, very good! They actually killed dozens of my men. These two warriors are truly brave! The family crest of my crocodile is truly suitable!"
The round-faced nobleman had finished bandaging. At this time, his left arm was in extreme pain, but his heart was filled with the pleasure of seeing a wonderful battle and the desire for an outstanding warrior. While he was marveling to himself, another large boat had already approached.
A fully equipped Captain Tarasco bowed closer, knelt on one knee, and offered a longbow with both hands.
"Dear Russian leader, this is a longbow obtained from other boats. These Mexica warriors are extremely tenacious! Most of them fought to death, a few jumped into the water and escaped, and two prisoners even committed suicide. We did not Caught alive."
Ospie nodded and continued to praise.
"Okay, as expected, only a brave warrior can bring out subordinates who are not afraid of death!"
Afterwards, the legion commander tied the long bow and placed it on his lap. Then he stroked it carefully with his right hand and fell into deep thought.
After a while, a scout boat hurriedly returned, bringing new news.
"Captain, the Mexican support fleet appeared on the Leman River in the northeast. From a distance, there are about a hundred ships."
Osipai looked at the river in the northeast. In the swaying wind and rain, many black spots were flowing down the river, rushing here at full speed. It was estimated that the battle would take place in a quarter of an hour. He then looked at the Mexica boat sixty meters ahead. The two warriors were still setting up their bows and drawing arrows. The sailors on the boat were rowing as hard as they could, even faster than the fishermen in Micancho!
Ospie looked around and sighed helplessly. There were not many ships moored in the fortress, and he only had nearly a hundred ships on hand, and he also lost many warriors. The leader of "Crocodile" pressed the wound on his left arm, felt the stinging pain that penetrated into the bone, and finally said sternly.
"Blow the conch horn and retreat!"
The round-faced nobleman's eyes widened and he finally looked ahead. Two Mexica warriors, one big and one small, roared and fought fiercely, shooting arrows like meteors. He looked at it with gleaming eyes for a long time, secretly making up his mind.
"Such a warrior! One day, I will take you all under my command!"
