The howling wind blew across the battlefield. The sun shines brightly, illuminating the bright red fight. Looking down from the sky, two huge legions let out loud shouts, gathered together like ant colonies, and formed a dense formation.
The Chapala Legion occupies a hill with a favorable location. Ten thousand warriors are firmly stationed up and down the hill. Four thousand militia archers are preparing their bows at high altitudes. Twelve thousand militiamen in front of the formation are attacking.
The attacking militiamen were organized into waves of 2,000 people, arranged in loose formations. Under the fire of longbows, they threw stones and stone spears, causing negligible casualties, and were crucified in front of the battle one after another, with blood staining the red soil.
From time to time, militiamen retreated crying and howling, only to be gathered up by the warriors at the rear, then forced forward, and then driven forward again!
Looking at this tragic scene, Shulot had no expression on his face. He looked at the enemy priests dancing wildly on the hillock, listened to the fanatical calling of the names of the pagan gods, and carefully observed the enemy troops.
With the addition of religious rituals, the Chapala warriors on the hill looked calm, unshaken by the casualties of the militiamen, as if they were watching a huge sacrifice.
"I really underestimated these Chapala nobles! In order to consume the arrows of the longbow, they directly used the lives of the militiamen!" The young commander frowned, listening to the arrow reserves reported by the shooting corps, and nodded slightly.
Soon, the dense rain of arrows gradually thinned out, and the longbow warriors retreated back to the formation again, regained their arm strength, and stopped shooting.
Then, Shulot raised the command flag, fierce war drums sounded, and the warrior formation slowly attacked.
Under the cover of shields, the Mexican Legion moved forward steadily, destroying all enemies in its way! The spear phalanx erected spears like hedgehogs, and the Holy City Legion raised sticks and shields like river turtles.
They moved steadily and resolutely, harassed by enemy militia and struck by javelins and stone throws.
Soon, the Chapala militiamen at the front finished throwing their javelins, brandished stone hammers and spears, burst out with wild shouts, and rushed forward.
Guzman, the spear captain, was wearing paper armor and a rattan helmet, standing in front of the center of the dense spear array. He has a shield tied to his left hand to cover the companion on the left, and a spear is held high in his right hand, resting on the shoulder of the previous companion.
Everyone was crowded together, shoulder to shoulder, holding their guns and moving forward slowly. From time to time, whistling arrows flew overhead, and then stones and javelins flew over, hitting the strong rattan helmets and thick shields.
Throwing stones has no power, but javelins are somewhat dangerous. Occasionally, someone would let out a scream and fall to the ground, but they couldn't see where they were or what they were doing.
Guzman sniffed his nose and smelled the rich and indestructible blood, mixed with the smell of his partners' sweat.
His feet were sticky, and from time to time he would step on soft things, some of which would move. But he couldn't stop or look around.
He could only look at the enemy directly in front of him through a limited perspective, and command the gun formation to move forward, forward, and forward again!
Once the spear phalanx marches, it never stops. The rigorous training in the past six months has made everyone's movements become instinctive and condensed into a whole.
Now, Guzman is the brains and eyes of the Phalanx. He saw countless figures rushing from the front, saw the thin cloth of the opponent, saw the short stone spears waving, and finally saw the twisted and shouting faces, which quickly zoomed in before his eyes!
At this moment, Guzman's mind went blank and he could hear nothing in his ears. He continued to direct the spear phalanx forward in a daze, until the phalanx stopped speeding and suddenly hit something!
A shrill scream rang in his ears, awakening Guzman from his daze. He opened his eyes and looked in front. There were layers of spears protruding from the front of the phalanx. There were as many as five layers. At this time, there was already a layer of corpses strung on them!
No, this thing strung on the spear is not a corpse, at most it is the corpse of the future. They were still struggling and shaking, still shouting and screaming, still bleeding and crying, and then they were squeezed deeper by the people behind them until there was no movement at all.
Seeing this tragic scene, Guzman was shocked. The phalanx stopped moving, and he had already clung to his comrades in the front row, pushing the people in front of him forward, and the people behind him also pushed him.
Then, under the inertia of long-term training, he suddenly remembered his responsibilities. So, the young captain quickly put the bone whistle into his mouth, blew it sharply and quickly, and shouted indistinctly.
"Dudu, stab! Dudu, hold back!... Dudu, stab! Dudu, hold back!..." The spear warriors in the front row resisted the attacking enemy, and the second and third rows of spear militiamen came from the front. A spear stabbed out from the gap, penetrated into the soft body, and then pulled out neatly.
The fourth and fifth rows of spear militiamen held their spears high and placed them on the shoulders of the front row, mechanically stabbing down from above diagonally. Some penetrated the enemy's head, some pierced the thin neck, and more It was stabbed in the air.
Five platoons further back, the 6th and 7th platoons raised their shields as required to defend against the arrow rain that was not yet there, while the militiamen further back pressed their chests to their chests and pushed hard with their feet, pushing forward together.
Guzman was five rows behind. As the squad leader, he kept looking ahead, watching groups of militiamen coming in, groups blocked by gun formations, and then being stabbed up and down by spears from different angles, screaming in agony.
Then, these gradually cold bodies, flowing with warm blood, died feebly without causing any harm.
They either hung on their spears or fell to the ground and soon became motionless, like turkeys being slaughtered in batches during the New Year.
"It seems that I haven't tasted the taste of turkey...is it also this fishy smell?" The former gold miner unconsciously licked his lips and tasted the splattered blood.
Then, he shivered deeply, with a murderous look on his face. The Lance Corps maintained an unusual silence, fighting mechanically in silence.
Silence is the habit of the Legion to facilitate the transmission of the captain's orders. The new soldiers thrust out their spears and killed the enemy slowly and effectively, completing the collective killing without even seeing the opponent's face.
Guzman felt the morale of his teammates, looked at their somewhat straightened eyes, and felt the same confusion as himself.
This is the first time for everyone to participate in a large-scale field battle, the first large-scale killing, life and death can be decided in an instant!
He felt the atmosphere of the phalanx and felt that he had to do something! The young captain thought quickly and blew the bone whistle again.
"Dudu! Priest, speak and sing!" The priest accompanying the army in the middle was not very young, and was pushing his friend forward with all his strength.
Hearing the captain's call, he was stunned, and then he sang two verses that he knew by heart.
"The Lord God Huitzilopochtli is supreme and omnipotent! Those who believe in God are saved and ascend to the Kingdom of God! Praise the Lord God! He gives us food and we will fight for Him!" Hearing the familiar prayer, the spear The militiamen gradually regained some vitality.
The militiamen chanted as they drew out their spears and killed strange enemies.
"Get saved and ascend to the Kingdom of God! Praise the Lord God and fight for Him!" The fierce confrontation seemed to last only a moment, and it seemed like a long time passed.
It wasn't until the enemy in front of him suddenly let out a cry, turned around and fled that Guzman suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
He stared blankly at the corpses on the ground in front of the formation, and at the teammates in front who were dyed red. He stood blankly for a moment, and then murmured.
"I was saved, I ascended to the Kingdom of God...I praised the Lord God, and I fought for Him..." Then, the war drums in the sky sounded from behind again, and Guzman stood up suddenly and put down his bone whistle again. In the entrance.
"Dudududu! Forward, forward!"
Under the banner of "Black Wolf", Shulot stood solemnly on the high platform, looking at the front line of the fierce battle. The spear phalanx did not disappoint him. The tightly formed phalanx faced the loose enemy militia and was crushed almost completely without any injuries, even with fewer casualties than the warriors!
Soon, the Chapala militiamen in front of the formation collapsed, and the spear phalanx advanced at a rapid pace again, but it had the power to break everything!
Under the direct fire of arrows, assassinations by gun formations, and assaults by warriors, the 12,000 Chapala militiamen suffered heavy casualties, and their morale dropped rapidly.
They had broken up several times and lost more than 4,000 people. Dense corpses were scattered in front of the formations of the two armies, and they were kicked to both sides by the warriors and militiamen.
On the blood-stained grass, spears and war clubs continued to advance, routing the enemy militia time and time again. The last wave of two thousand militiamen rushed to the front of the formation and violently threw a wave of javelins, killing and wounding dozens of Mexican warriors.
Then, the warriors of the Holy City let out a cry and engaged in a short but fierce battle. Within half a quarter of an hour, two to three hundred militiamen fell to the ground.
The gun formations on both sides slowly approached again. The Chapala militiamen let out a cry of fear, then suddenly collapsed and fled to the rear military formation.
Chapala's warriors waved flags and shouted guidance, guiding the militiamen to the back of the hillock, where they continued to gather.
The warrior formations on both sides gradually approached, approaching each other like long snakes, and in the blink of an eye they were within a hundred steps!
Shulot watched the development of the battle without blinking an eye. Soon, he waved the spear flag in front of his hand, and a short conch sound was blown, followed by a loud trumpet sound.
The Mexica warriors stopped here, erecting tall shields and drooping strong helmets. The crossbowmen in the rear formation followed closely behind, breathing heavily, and began to shoot again.
Within a moment, a dense wave of arrows rose from in front of the enemy's formation and pierced towards the people on the hill.
"Feather" handsome flag! Looking at the oncoming arrow rain,
"Feather" Peng Guali's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously crouched down to hide behind the shield of his personal guard. Immediately, he realized something was wrong, stood up again, and looked down calmly.
He is located at the highest point of the hill, wearing a commander's uniform with a leather armor underneath. He is surrounded by guards holding up shields for defense. In fact, there is no need to be afraid of the opponent's arrow rain.
Sure enough, this wave of arrows cut across the sloping traces, and most of them shot into the tightly defended warrior front line, but only shot down dozens of Chapala warriors.
Slender feather arrow
"咻咻" struck, nailed on the raised shield, and issued a
The dull sound of "duh duh" is occasionally mixed with
The sound of "puff" entering the flesh, and the cry of pain of serious injury. Only a few hundred short crossbow bolts could rise high enough to attack the denser rear formation of warriors.
stubby crossbow arrow
"Whoosh" passed by, passed through the commander's banner, and penetrated deeply into the shields of the guards. Occasionally, one or two unlucky family warriors would be brought down.
The Mexica warriors stopped here, erecting tall shields and drooping strong helmets. The crossbowmen in the rear formation followed closely behind, breathing heavily, and began to shoot again.
Within a moment, a dense wave of arrows rose from in front of the enemy's formation and pierced towards the people on the hill.
"Feather" handsome flag! Looking at the oncoming arrow rain,
"Feather" Peng Guali's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously crouched down to hide behind the shield of his personal guard. Immediately, he realized something was wrong, stood up again, and looked down calmly.
He is located at the highest point of the hill, wearing a commander's uniform with a leather armor underneath. He is surrounded by guards holding up shields for defense. In fact, there is no need to be afraid of the opponent's arrow rain.
Sure enough, this wave of arrows cut across the sloping traces, and most of them shot into the tightly defended warrior front line, but only shot down dozens of Chapala warriors.
Slender feather arrow
"咻咻" struck, nailed on the raised shield, and issued a
The dull sound of "duh duh" is occasionally mixed with
The sound of "puff" entering the flesh, and the cry of pain from serious injury. Only a few hundred short crossbow bolts could rise high enough to attack the denser rear formation of warriors.
stubby crossbow arrow
"Whoosh" passed by, passed through the commander's banner, and penetrated deeply into the shields of the guards. Occasionally, one or two unlucky family warriors would be brought down.
The Mexica warriors stopped here, erecting tall shields and drooping strong helmets. The crossbowmen in the rear formation followed closely behind, breathing heavily, and began to shoot again.
Within a moment, a dense wave of arrows rose from in front of the enemy's formation and pierced towards the people on the hill.
"Feather" handsome flag! Looking at the oncoming arrow rain,
"Feather" Peng Guali's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously crouched down to hide behind the shield of his personal guard. Immediately, he realized something was wrong, stood up again, and looked down calmly.
He is located at the highest point of the hill, wearing a commander's uniform with a leather armor underneath. He is surrounded by guards holding up shields for defense. In fact, there is no need to be afraid of the opponent's arrow rain.
Sure enough, this wave of arrows cut across the sloping traces, and most of them shot into the tightly defended warrior front line, but only shot down dozens of Chapala warriors.
Slender feather arrow
"咻咻" struck, nailed on the raised shield, and issued a
The dull sound of "duh duh" is occasionally mixed with
The sound of "puff" entering the flesh, and the cry of pain of serious injury. Only a few hundred short crossbow bolts could rise high enough to attack the denser rear formation of warriors.
stubby crossbow arrow
"Whoosh" passed by, passed through the commander's banner, and penetrated deeply into the shields of the guards. Occasionally, one or two unlucky family warriors would be brought down.
Only a few hundred short crossbow bolts could rise high enough to attack the denser rear formation of warriors.
stubby crossbow arrow
"Whoosh" passed by, passed through the commander's banner, and penetrated deeply into the shields of the guards. Occasionally, one or two unlucky family warriors would be brought down.
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