The golden sunlight fell on the bright red battlefield, like the eyes of gods, watching the living sacrifice. The sky-shaking shouts of killing were suddenly loud, like a sacrifice from the gods, and they entered the climax in an instant.
Shulot looked around. The two legions were like dueling warriors, holding onto their weapons tightly and looking at each other with murderous intent, they had already entered the most dangerous distance!
On the outermost left and right wings, there were two thousand warriors from the western city-states on each side, facing four thousand Chapala's militiamen. The enemy militiamen shouted loudly, approached within thirty steps, and threw a wave of javelins mixed with rocks and wood. A dull sound broke through the air, and dozens of Mexica warriors were shot down.
Facing the enemy's attack, the warriors of the Western States could no longer hold back. They held their war sticks high, let out a continuous shout, and suddenly launched a charge like a pack of attacking wolves!
Nobles of all sizes rushed forward, carrying various war flags and skillfully waving obsidian war clubs. They slashed hard, cutting open the enemy's chest with force, cutting a wound up to one meter long. They swung with precision, accurately hitting the enemy's head, and hitting them into various twisted shapes. From time to time, they would knock the enemy to the ground, then hold the war stick high, aim it at the enemy's neck, and carry out intimidating executions!
At this time, the noble family warriors would surround the family head. While they protect the head of the family, they also pay attention to the honor ceremony. When a bright blood flower bloomed and the nobles raised their weapons high again, the warriors burst into enthusiastic cheers of praise, covering up the echoing screams. This is an ancient battlefield ceremony, used to prove the personal bravery of nobles, similar to the symbol of honor of capturing prisoners!
However, even in the face of the fierce Mexica warriors, the Chapala militiamen showed quite bravery, with a canine-like will to fight to the death.
A young Trocan nobleman knocked down the militiamen in front of him with a stick. Immediately, he stopped charging and looked around, and the surrounding family warriors gathered around him. The young noble looked at the powerless struggling enemy on the ground, then carelessly put down his war stick and took out the more glorious obsidian dagger. Then, he took a step forward, raised the shining dagger high, knelt down on one knee under the gaze of everyone, and suddenly pierced the enemy's heart!
The militiamen on the ground suddenly rolled to avoid the daggers. The dagger penetrated deeply into the soil, causing a slight "puff" sound. The young nobleman lost his hand and was shocked. A pair of strong hands came from his side. The injured militiaman hugged the nobleman tightly, then opened his mouth without any pause, avoiding the strong leather armor, and bit into it. The neck of a young nobleman!
The young noble screamed "Ah", let go of the dagger in his hand, and pushed the militiaman on him desperately. A young family warrior rushed forward and swung his war stick randomly, hitting the militiamen. The militiaman was in pain, and he exerted force with a ferocious expression. His teeth clicked together, blood flowed from his mouth, and the noble's scream suddenly became sharp.
Another old family warrior frowned slightly and pushed away the young warrior standing in front of him. He pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it into the militiaman's back accurately. With just a stir, the militiaman lost all his strength and soon became motionless. The warriors quickly grabbed the militiaman's jaw, carefully opened his teeth, and pulled him off the noble's body. The noble's voice gradually became weaker, and the blood hole on his neck flowed vigorously, staining the family flag behind him. Within a moment, he was completely silent.
Seeing the great nobles who died in battle, the family warriors looked at each other and were speechless for a moment in the fierce battlefield. The old family warrior turned around and stared at the young family warrior.
"Izel, why did you swing randomly with the war stick just now instead of using a dagger to help your brother?!"
"Dear warrior commander, this is my first battle. I only remember your teaching: on the battlefield, you must hold the war stick in your hand firmly and never let go until death!"
Izel replied respectfully, but with a somewhat relaxed look on his face.
The warrior captain stared at Izel deeply, then looked around and spoke quickly in a low voice.
"The head of the family is far away in the state of Trocan. The eldest son of the direct line died gloriously on the battlefield of the Tarascans and went to the infinitely beautiful Kingdom of God. Now, according to the usual practice, Izel, the concubine, takes over the family Carrying the flag, continue the unfinished divine battle!"
There is no room for hesitation on the battlefield, and the fighting continues. The Chapala militiamen wielded stone hammers and war clubs, and rushed forward almost frantically, entangled with the warriors of the Western State. Militiamen fell in droves, and warriors were besieged and killed from time to time. Shocking shouts echoed around, and ruthless battles revealed the true warriors.
In the corner of this battlefield, the family warriors nodded silently. Izel was overjoyed and took off his brother's flag, quickly tied it behind his back, and took the first step towards his rise in life!
And in the center of the battlefield, two weapons of the new era will also roar for the first time on the battlefield!
On a high platform several meters away, Shulot looked at the two wings and frowned slightly as he listened to the fierce fighting in the wind.
Facing the attack of the militia, the city-state warriors on both wings launched an unauthorized charge and fell into a tangled battle. The nobles, large and small, in various states were difficult to command and were still practicing ancient and outdated battlefield etiquette in the midst of fierce wars. Even though he was the supreme marshal, he was still helpless against this group of city-state nobles.
"The Chapala militia is indeed very fierce. The city-state nobles are really hard to rely on!... Fortunately, I have a thunder that is truly worthy of reliance, and I will soon rule the truth of the world!"
Thinking of this, the young commander smiled and looked forward. The wooden frames of the two wooden cannons were finally fixed, and the muzzles were pointed at the enemy formation on the hill. The gunners raised the red flags of readiness. Then, he looked at the hill. Under the "Feather" flag, the Chapala warriors formed a tight formation and assumed a solid defensive posture.
Shulot no longer hesitated and waved the flag in his hand with great enthusiasm, pointing at the hill where the enemy marshal was! The harsh copper whistle blew immediately, and the gunner of the artillery team quickly lit the fuse, then covered his ears and crouched two steps away from the wooden cannon.
"Boom!!!" A thunderous thunder suddenly exploded, making all the fierce fighting silent for a moment. Izel had just taken the first step to rise in life, when he fell down in horror amidst the terrifying roar of the God of Thunder. He lay on the ground and raised his head tremblingly, looking at the god-given weapon that had just roared.
In the huge roar, the cannon body jumped back suddenly, and a faint smoke rose from the muzzle, like a roaring beast. This was the second time he had seen a god-given weapon exert its power, and he always felt that it was a living creature that could move, like a legendary spirit with divine power. Izel couldn't help lowering his head and silently praying to the spirit.
"O divine beast of thunder, please grant me victory in battle and let me succeed as the head of the family!"
The roaring wooden cannon fired stone bullets that broke through the air. With majestic power, they crossed a distance of fifty steps and bombarded the Chinese army in Chapala!
The shotguns flew and instantly knocked down four or five warriors in the front line. The powerful stone bullets penetrated the solid leather armor, pierced the soft body, and smashed the unprotected face. The warriors didn't have time to groan before they fell down in tatters and a large pool of red flowed out. Then, the scattered stones were like heavy rain in the rainy season, hitting the warriors within a dozen steps around, making a "bang" sound and splashing up a canopy of smoke and dust.
Facing weapons that spanned the ages, the Chapala warriors were shocked. They listened to the thunderous roar, and with unknown fear, stared blankly at the mythical beast dozens of steps away, with smoke coming from its mouth! At this moment, no one really paid attention to how many people were killed or injured. They were just shouting crazily in their hearts.
"What's this?!"
Chapala's "Feather" commander was panic-stricken, pointed at the wooden cannon directly opposite, and asked in panic.
"Priest! What is this? A Mexica demon?!"
No one answered the marshal's questions, only panicked shouts and hurried prayers. Immediately afterwards, there was another roaring thunder, and the second wooden cannon aimed slightly and shot directly at the handsome flag on the hill!
The flying stone bullets passed through a distance of seventy steps and violently bombarded the warriors' rear array. This time the shooting distance was slightly longer and did not cause much effective damage. Several warriors directly in front, holding high arrow-proof shields, were knocked to the ground by the incoming shotguns. Afterwards, they rolled around on the ground indiscriminately, their cotton armors studded with stone bullets that had just penetrated, and they shouted in fear.
Amidst the deafening sound, the surrounding warriors knelt down in fear and begged the roaring beast for mercy. The splashed earth and gravel flew ten steps away and splashed on Peng Guali's face, causing pain where it was hit. Marshal "Feather" was suddenly startled and fell to the ground, still pointing forward and shouting in fear.
"The devil! The devil of the Mexica!"
Accompanied by the sound of two cannons that shook the era, only a dozen Chapala warriors fell to the ground casualties, but tens of thousands of people were shocked and lost their souls!
Centered on the position of the wooden cannon, Tarasco's warriors and militiamen were panicked and fell into chaos. Many warriors knelt down on the spot, dropped their weapons, and prayed to the enemy's mythical beast in horror! More warriors showed fear and confusion on their faces, and lowered their heads weakly, praying for the forgiveness of the three gods! As soon as the disintegrated militiamen gathered in the rear, they were shocked by the thundering sound of artillery and were on the verge of collapse again! On the distant periphery, the Mexican warriors and Chapala militiamen stopped at the same time, looking at the center of the military formation in awe, fearful of the unknown!
The roar of cannons echoed between heaven and earth. The Mexican Legion in the center was well prepared and burst into loud cheers.
"The Lord God comes and bestows supreme divine power! The divine power is invincible, and the divine battle will be won!!!"
The cheers started from the pious Divine Blessing Legion, followed by the fanatical Temple Guards, then the excited Holy City Warriors, and finally the strict Lance Legion. Amid the cheers of the Mexicans, the morale of the Chapala Legion dropped again, and the warriors turned their heads extremely uneasily. They looked at the majestic commander and the sacred priests, waiting for a convincing explanation.
Shulot looked around quickly. The wooden cannon was being loaded and it would be close to a quarter of an hour before it could be fired again. The morale of the Mexican Legion is at its peak, and the enemy's morale is at its lowest. The charge is now!
The young commander made a decision. He raised the fluttering spear flag, circled it vigorously, and then pointed forward decisively!
"The whole army charges!!!"
The low drums beat violently, accompanied by the rapid and high-pitched sound of the flute. The Mexican Legion burst out with a huge roar, like a hunting jaguar, charging towards the prey in front!
The Holy City Legion held their war clubs high and rushed to the front, shouting. They rushed into the front line of the Chapala Central Army with great momentum, breaking into within a dozen steps in a moment. The Chapala warriors in the front row dropped their weapons and offered little resistance. They just knelt down and prayed in despair, and were violently knocked to the ground by the Holy City Warriors. Then, the sharp blade sliced through the unarmored necks, slit their throats neatly, and killed them on the spot!
Faced with an easy victory, the Holy City warriors showed no mercy and attacked with all their strength, completely giving up on defense. In just a dozen breaths, half of the three thousand warriors in Chapala's front line were broken through. Four to five hundred armored warriors lay on the ground bleeding, still and silent.
Orosh dropped his shield and held the war club in both hands. He half-turned sideways, swung his weapon like a ball, and hit the enemy in front on the head with a bang. The warrior was kneeling on the ground, shouting randomly, and then the shouting suddenly stopped, his neck twisted into a strange arc, and he fell down with a "pop".
The fierce Jaguar warrior shook his head, then cut off the throat of another enemy, muttering softly in his mouth.
"These soulless warriors stay where they are and cannot even run. They are easier to kill than turkeys!"
Then, Orosh looked at the enemy commander's flag dozens of steps away, and his eyes lit up. He called to the warriors around him and rushed to the heights of the hill together.
"The devil of the Mexica...the devil of the Mexica again..."
"Feather" Peng Guali's hands and feet were trembling, and his eyes were just staring ahead, looking at the two reloaded wooden cannons. The old warrior captain was the first to react. He approached the head of the "Feather" family and shouted urgently.
"Master, the enemy is attacking! Give orders quickly, sound the battle drums, and let the priests chant encouragement!"
Peng Guali's eyes were blank and his mind was at a loss. The warrior commander beside him shook his body and said something again. He nodded in a daze, and the warrior commander quickly issued the order.
There was a panic above the hill. The militia archers knelt down and howled, but no one paid much attention. Soon, the rapid drum beat sounded again, and the priests trembled and sang loudly, conveying God's will.
"The three gods protect us and defeat the evil spirits of the Mexica!"
Amidst the sound of "dong dong" drums, the "Feather" warrior commander personally led hundreds of family warriors to attack the attacking Holy City Legion. He wanted to buy more time for the Chinese warriors to recover from the chaos.
The spear corps on both wings chanted the name of the main god, formed a tight phalanx, and advanced at a slightly slower pace. They set up five rows of spears in front of the phalanx, and finally came to the enemy warriors' formation, staggering and stabbing them deeply! The sharp copper spear pierced the thick cotton armor, making a clear tearing sound, and then penetrated the body dullly. The "Sky" warriors on the left and the "Silver" warriors on the right screamed and fell over at the same time, letting blood soak the earth.
From the central army to the two wings, and then to the periphery of the military formation, two huge legions of tens of thousands of people have been intertwined with each other, fighting together in a boiling way!
