The approaching heat wave came with thick smoke, and Marshal Tarasco's flag was quickly smoked gray, like a rapidly falling battle situation.
Under the flag, Navy Commander Osipai was also shocked. He stared at the fire in front of him with wide eyes, and fell into a brief stagnation in fear. After a while, the senior commander's self-control allowed him to quickly regain his composure.
Afterwards, the "Crocodile" noble looked at the battle situation and felt cold in his heart.
Tarasco's main body of galleons came to a chaotic standstill. The Mexicans didn't stop, constantly firing flashing rockets, creating roaring fires, and igniting the crucial big boat! During the moment when he was shocked and stunned, dozens of large ships lost their ability to fight. The surrounding warriors were all panicked. Officers at all levels were counting on the flagship's response. There was no time to wait!
Looking at the scene in front of him, Osipai's expression changed rapidly. Faced with the fear of the unknown, he hesitated for a few breaths and once wanted to escape eastward. But after a few breaths, he remembered the consequences of retreating before the battle, and the difficulty of escaping against the current... Here and now, there is death but no life!
After a moment of weighing, the "crocodile" noble suppressed his deep-seated fear, and his brave nature finally gained the upper hand. He suddenly felt cruel, bit his lip hard, and roared loudly amidst the stinging pain and the smell of blood.
"I am a descendant of the gods, with the blood of the original crocodile. Even the divine power cannot harm me!"
The supreme commander's roar echoed on the lake, inspiring the frightened warriors around him. Then, he looked at the brave general Kurucha beside him.
"Herring, beat the drum for me! Order the whole army to advance and continue the charge!"
Kurucha nodded fiercely and beat the thundering war drum. The "Crocodile" nobleman personally waved the battle flag, spinning it and pointing forward.
"Charge! Charge up! Charge up and fight! They won't be able to launch rockets again!"
The shocking war drums sounded, and the flag of the giant crocodile waved. Osipai looked around again. Around his flagship, more than a hundred large ships on the inside gradually resumed command, while more than a hundred large ships on the outside were still in chaos. In front of him, nearly a hundred large boats were burning, becoming dazzling huge torches. Behind him, the noble Chapala Feather still had a look of fear on his face, standing sluggishly on the bow.
"Boom, boom, boom", the rocket struck again, igniting more than a dozen large boats in the periphery again. The "Crocodile" noble had no time to wait, so he sternly ordered to the nearest bodyguard.
"Quick! Get on the boat quickly, go find Chapala's feathers, ask him to collect the chaotic fleet, and quickly follow me to attack. Tell him that the main force of the navy is still there, and we still have a chance to win!"
Then, blood flowed from the corner of Osipi's mouth, like a ferocious crocodile, roaring violently.
"Fighting warriors, charge with me!"
The commander's battle flag points forward, the trumpet sounds shrill, and the war drums roar. The Tarasco flagship started slowly, avoiding the burning forward, and then suddenly accelerated. The marshal's warships moved forward without hesitation, personally leading more than a hundred large boats that were inspired, and resolutely rushed towards the enemy fleet not far away.
Seeing the enemy's flagship recovering quickly and the hundreds of large ships charging fiercely, Shulot showed appreciation and praised loudly.
"What a brave crocodile!"
Immediately, the young commander on the altar waved the command flag again, and the longbow warriors in the rear immediately adjusted their direction, and rockets filled the sky towards the incoming fleet. After a few breaths, the rockets roared into the scattered enemy fleet, and more than ten charging boats were set alight.
The long wind blows away the rising smoke and makes the view clear. Tarasco's flagship paused for a moment, then adjusted its direction and headed straight for the Mexica coach's flag.
Looking at the suddenly approaching enemy ark group, Shulot remained unmoved. He continued to direct the rear formation and fired steadily. The figure of the young commander stood under the flag and became the focus of the entire battlefield.
Looking at the enemy navy's flagship, Bertard's eyes narrowed. He took a step forward and raised his longbow. The guard next to him lit the paper shell of the rocket and quickly handed it over. The warrior commander turned sideways, loaded the bow with an arrow, stretched it to full length, and then shot quickly. The heavy rocket flickered on and off, flew a full sixty or seventy steps, accurately nailed the wooden shed of the enemy ship, and then exploded with a bang.
The Osipai's boat suddenly caught fire, and the family warriors on board the boat looked panicked and stepped forward to put out the fire. The "crocodile" nobleman's face was red, and he strode forward and pushed the burning wooden shed into the lake. Then, holding the shield high in his hand, he shouted sharply.
"Go rowing! Don't stop! Come with me!"
After giving the order, Osipai widened his eyes and stared at the enemy flagship right in front. This was the hope of a comeback! Then, his eyes flashed, and he stared at the gorgeous figure under the coach's banner, roaring in a deep voice.
"Personal guards, cover with shields! Qingyu, bring me my longbow, and you take one too!"
Under Black Wolf's battle flag, Bertard was about to launch another rocket when his expression suddenly changed. Fifty or sixty steps away, the shield on the enemy's flagship suddenly lowered itself, revealing a rough and strong young warrior. He held a Mexican longbow in his hand, which he had drawn steadily, and the copper arrow facing him shone with cold light. Behind him, another fierce warrior stood sideways, also raising his bow.
Seeing this, the warrior commander dropped his long bow without hesitation, and then threw himself aside.
Shulot was smiling, surveying the battlefield where the situation was good, and thinking about the outflanking by both wings. Immediately, a pair of strong arms embraced him, and a sudden force was exerted on the boy's back, forcing him to fall down at a moment when it was difficult to react.
"Whoops!" A sharp arrow whizzed past Shulot, awakening his long-unforgettable memories. Then there was another "whoosh" sound, and the sharp arrow struck, followed by the sound of "tearing" and scratching the leather armor, and the sound of "puff" entering the flesh. Then, hurried footsteps climbed onto the coach's high platform, several personal guards tightly covered the front, and then there were two "duh" sounds of sharp arrows entering the shield.
Looking at the enemy's shield formation that completely blocked his view, Osipi put down his longbow with regret. He and Kurucha took action one after another. The four arrows in this unexpected sneak attack only wounded the tall warrior who sacrificed his life for the savior.
Then, he recalled the appearance and figure of the tall warrior, and felt inexplicably familiar. Wasn't that the sharpshooter he had been chasing for half a day and determined to take under his command? Then, he thought of the enemy coach, that inexplicably familiar man of medium stature, with a vaguely delicate face under the feather crown... Marshal of Mexico personally investigating? !
Suddenly, the "Crocodile" noble was shocked. He sighed and stamped his feet vigorously, feeling regretful in his heart.
"It's you! It turned out to be you! It turned out to be you that day!!!"
Under the protection of his personal guards, Shulot struggled to kneel down from the ground. He smelled the smell of blood in the air and nervously sniffed Bertard's breath. The warrior commander was in severe pain all over his body and lay on his side unable to move. He opened his eyes wide, looked at the young man's concerned expression, and smiled reluctantly.
"Your Highness, continue to command the rear formation! I can't die!"
Shulot didn't seem to hear anything. He searched carefully on the warrior commander's body and finally found that the arrow had hit his back, only two inches away from his neck. The young commander breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to the loyal warrior chief, and then looked at his personal guards.
"Send the Holy Eagle Warrior Captain to the stern of the ship for treatment! Be careful and be gentle!"
Then, Shulot stood up again and looked at the battle not far away through the gap in the shield. Nearly a hundred enemy ships rushed forward fiercely, and had already reached within thirty steps, engaging the Mexican ship at the front. Many Tarascos came crashing down, blazing with fire.
Loud "bang bang" noises continued, and dozens of large boats collided into a ball. Without waiting, Tarasco's warriors leapt toward the enemy ship, surrounded by flames. They wielded copper spears and wooden shields, and they collided head-on with the Mexica warriors wielding war clubs and rattan shields, and they fought bloody battles.
It takes time for a rocket to ignite. Facing an enemy who is resolutely charging, it will be unable to fire again within three rounds. The young commander looked around. On the lake in front, more and more large boats were colliding. The warriors on both sides were completely fighting!
There was a loud "boom" sound, the two large boats collided violently, and the hulls shook at a large angle. Several warriors on each side were unable to stand stably and fell into the water with a "plop". Then, the captains of the two ships roared loudly in different languages and started fighting first.
A Mexica warrior had just discarded his longbow and held onto his war club when a spear came towards him. He didn't have time to pick up the shield, so he had to dodge sideways, raise his stick to block, and his center of gravity quickly lost balance. At this moment, another spear slanted towards him. The Mexica warrior heard the wind and turned his head to see it with his peripheral vision, but he had no time to move. In an instant, his side suddenly felt cold and he lost strength instantly.
Tarasco's warrior succeeded with one blow and looked excited. He stirred the copper spear vigorously, breaking the soft internal organs, and then pulled it out with force, bringing up a pool of hot blood. He looked at the fallen enemy warrior and grinned proudly, but a war club quietly came from behind. Life and death are only in an instant, there is no way to react! The battle stick cut through the side of the neck mercilessly, and the sharp obsidian blade cut through the skin and directly severed the left carotid artery.
"Chichi", blood suddenly flew out, splashing more than one meter away, and sprayed all over the head and face of Nekali, a senior warrior behind him. Necali immediately squatted down quickly, raised his shield with his left hand on guard, and quickly wiped his cheek with his sleeve with his right hand. Then, he stood up vigilantly and took a sip of the warm liquid that splashed into his mouth.
"Bah, damn Ability God believer, the blood is so choking!"
Necali looked around angrily, her pupils shrinking sharply. The Tarasco warrior just now had fallen, but three cooperating militia spears had already stabbed him head-on. It was difficult to escape in the narrow boat. He managed to resist several times with his shield, and was finally forced to retreat to the stern of the boat. Then, he roared and threw his war stick, knocking down a young militiaman with a bang, and then helplessly jumped into the lake.
The militiaman Vesti's eyes were red, and he continued to move forward, stabbing to death the Mexican warrior who was struggling to swim away in the lake. There was a pair of big hands behind him, and he suddenly pulled him.
"Vezti, you idiot! What time of day is it now, and you are still beating around the bush!"
Chihuaco scolded angrily, his wrinkled old face trembling. Then, the old militiaman squatted down and quickly took a look at the young militiaman who was knocked down.
The whistling war clubs just came, and the young militiamen had neither shields nor cotton armor, nor did they know how to use their unimportant arms to block them. The war club hit him in the chest, and the sharp blade cut his chest and neck. Unstoppable blood flowed, instantly covering the hands of the old militiaman.
Chihuaco shuddered, quickly took out the herbal bag and took a deep breath. Then, he stood up, regained his composure again, and looked around on the fighting lake.
There were still terrible rockets coming from the sky, turning into terrifying fire demons several meters above the water, setting fire to the large boats behind them one after another. Further behind, where the fire continued to burn, the kingdom's navy was still in chaos. The boats were running around like headless flies, fighting randomly with the Mexica boats. Some of the big boats were spinning in circles, some were colliding with each other, and some seemed to be changing directions?
The old militiamen looked forward again. There was the center of the fighting. Hundreds of large boats collided with each other. The warriors shouted the names of the gods and massacred them. Then, like autumn pumpkins, the men rolled and fell in bunches, or like overripe kidney beans, their bodies split open, and the lake surface was filled with spreading bright red. There were only two coach's flags, almost touching each other, still standing like corn stalks.
Chihuaco shuddered again and took another hurried breath from the herbal packet.
Behind him, Wezti came back to his senses, looked at the fallen militiamen, and asked eagerly.
"Chihuaco, can he be saved?"
"Help! You can't survive. Take care of yourself first!"
The old militiamen continued to search on the lake. He spoke in succession, his voice trembling.
"Look carefully! The samurai masters who led the team on the ship are almost dead, and now they are beaten! The masters behind did not keep up. There are too many Mexicans. This battle will definitely not be won!... .Quick, call a few other pieces of wood and look for the nearest boat together. If you wait any longer, you will be dead!"
Hearing the word "death", Chihuaco was shocked and quickly greeted him to his left and right. Five more spear militiamen came from the left and right, and other militiamen from the same village, led by samurai, were still fighting with red eyes. Two Mexica warriors were attracted, but they were blocked by several spears arrayed at the stern of the boat and were unable to approach for a while.
"Yes, that's right there. It's the closest there. Let's swim to that boat!" Chihuaco's eyes suddenly lit up and he pointed with his finger more than 20 steps away. A lone boat floated on the water, with the bodies of Mexican militiamen lying on it.
Chihuaco stared and saw that hundreds of small boats on both sides were still strangled together, and from time to time someone fell into the water with a howl. Once the boats on both sides met on the water, the militiamen immediately fought brutally until all the people in the boat were killed. Many unmanned boats floated on the lake, spreading bright red along the way. Chihuaco looked at the narrow and fragile boat and the red dripping from the hull, feeling uneasy in his heart.
"Chihuaco, are we abandoning the stable boat and getting into that wobbly boat?!"
The other militiamen looked sideways while confronting the increasing number of Mexican warriors.
"Vezti, are you stupid? The big boat is the target of the Mexica people. If it is far away, it is a target. If it is close, it is a battlefield. If you really want to escape, you must get into a small boat!"
"Ah, Chihuaco, are we going to be deserters?!" Wezti's voice trembled, panicking.
The old militiaman gave a loud "scoff" and stopped looking at the stupid piece of wood. He looked around at the militiamen and shouted in a low voice.
"You guys, if you want to survive, follow me later!"
Afterwards, Chihuaco squatted down, groped carefully on the deck, and found two unlit rockets. He touched the round paper shell curiously. This thing was only as big as a mango. How could it turn into a fire demon several meters long?
The old militiaman had no time to think and hurriedly hid a rocket in his arms. Then, he stood up, imitated the Mexica archer he had seen before, lit a fire, and then suddenly threw another rocket towards the confronting Mexica warriors.
"Dive! Let's go!" After throwing the rocket, the old militiaman jumped into the lake without stopping, and then swam desperately to the boat more than 20 steps away. The militiamen were startled for a moment, then hurriedly dropped their spears and jumped into the water one after another. There is no doubt about the water quality of the people on the lake. They are like young fish, quickly following the old fish at the front.
Seeing the rockets being thrown, several Mexican warriors showed fear and retreated hastily. They clearly knew the burning power of gunpowder arrows. After a while, the rocket didn't move, not even a spark. The warriors looked at each other, then looked at the Tarasco militiamen who were walking quickly, feeling ashamed and speechless for a moment.
Vezti followed Chihuaco closely, swimming forward with a fast dog paddle. He looked up and saw a clumsy figure still struggling and swimming in front of him, and his heart became angry again. So, the young militiaman rushed over and kicked the Mexican warrior in the water hard.
After receiving a sudden heavy blow, Nekali let out a cry of pain, and then he swallowed a few mouthfuls of lake water and was kicked to the outside.
Vezti groped all over his body, but was so poor that he didn't even have a dagger, so he had to give up. He turned around and saw that the old militiaman had touched the edge of the boat and was afraid that he would not be waiting for him alone. Thinking of this, he turned around, took one last look at the burning lake, and remembered this nightmare scene deeply in his mind.
The calm Lake Eureria was dyed red, and countless boats and boats were as silent as coffins. Under the coffin, there are countless floating corpses, as well as rippling and spreading blood. Fresh corpses kept falling from the fighting boats. In the front where the fighting was fiercest, thousands of warriors fought bravely, and their roars shook the world. And at the very center, the naval flagship is still beating the war drums, and the commander-in-chief of the kingdom is still shouting for a fierce battle!
Looking at this intense scene, Weziti was lost for a moment and sighed deeply. Then, he turned around hurriedly, without pausing, and swam straight towards the hope of escape.
