The warrior's war club swung, cutting through the thick cotton armor, and then "clicking" to cut through the fragile limbs. The militiamen's spears stabbed through the strong leather armor, and then pierced into the soft waist and abdomen. As the Mexican Legion broke in across the board, blood splattered on the several-mile-long front, and dying wails rang out!
"Monkey" Kuruka was wearing a simple regimental commander's uniform, without a lofty back flag, and was inconspicuous in the spear phalanx. He commanded the pike corps on the left wing and carefully observed the battle situation.
Chapala's regiment was shaken by the unprecedented sound of artillery and fell into brief but violent confusion. The army's charge was timely and powerful, gaining full advantage on the battlefield!
On his right, the Holy City warriors of the Chinese army quickly broke into the enemy's formation, charged at the "feather" flag on the hill, and then fought with the oncoming marshal's personal guards. On his left, the warriors from the outer city states also gradually resumed their offensive and rushed into the circular formation of the Chapala militia.
"The warriors of the central army are holding on tenaciously. The phalanx is still entangled and it is difficult to break through for a while. The militiamen on the periphery are frightened and uneasy, and the queues are quickly scattered. They are just missing the last blow!"
Kuruca pondered slightly, and then called a personal guard to bring a message to the marshal under the rear marshal. Then, he continued to look forward, waved the command flag in his hand, blew the copper whistle hanging around his neck, and moved more gun formations to the front line to engage the warriors in sky blue uniforms.
Amid the regimental commander's short whistle, ten dense phalanxes of spears held nearly three-meter long spears, covering each other's flanks, and slowly and steadily penetrated into the enemy's formation. The spears were piercing each other, and the enemy warriors in the first few rows were like stranded fish, struggling in place, and then easily stabbed to death by the "fishermen"! Then, as the leader's whistle became longer, the "fishermen" slowed down, stabilized their formation, and stabbed the next batch of Tarasco's fish!
Seeing the successful attack of the gun array, "Monkey"'s eyes moved and he smiled slightly.
The spear corps must maintain a stable formation in order to exert the killing effect of dense spears. At the moment of battle, rhythm is the most important! The militiamen can neither retreat in fear nor pursue bravely, but must keep the same pace as their companions.
Although the New Army has participated in many small battles, this is the first time for such a huge battle. In the first few moments of the battle, many spearmen had a slightly chaotic pace, varying speeds, and even separated from each other. The front side of the gun formation undulated like waves, forming an obvious gap. Fortunately, the Chapala warriors in the chaos did not seize this fleeting opportunity. They just shouted the names of the gods randomly and were stabbed to death by messy spears!
"Monkey" Kuruka waved the flag again and blew the brass whistle.
Several spear phalanxes gradually gathered together, and the interlaced zigzag shapes gradually closed up to form a tight formation. Then, a large array of spears, with layers of sharp spears, stabbed at the enemy more powerfully, causing blood to flow instantly. After only a moment of fighting, hundreds of enemy warriors fell to the ground, spreading a bright red and blue on the front line.
Facing the approaching gun array, Oanda stood angrily on a high ground wearing a pure blue uniform and carrying a three-meter flag on his back. He waved his killing war stick and roared loudly towards the chaotic warriors.
"Warriors of the 'Sky' family, be a true warrior and stand up and fight fearlessly! Join me and bravely face the enemy. Don't be intimidated by the evil thunder! The enemy's weapon has already stabbed in front of you, and again How can you die like a turkey?! Hurry up, the sky belongs to the brave kestrel, even if you face the evil Thor, you can peck out his eyes!"
Hearing the familiar roar, the surrounding warriors looked at the head of the family in the middle. They are looking for spiritual support and re-energizing the courage of the warriors.
"Fight! Fight for the honor of the family! In the name of Oanda, the head of the 'Sky' family, I order all loyal warriors to raise their shields and wave their war clubs! No matter what kind of magic the Mexica people use, No matter how much noise it makes, the outcome of this war must still be decided by the noble warriors, and by us!"
With the encouraging shouts of the family leader, more warriors gradually regained their morale, and the family's glory rose in their hearts.
"If they summon the roaring wood beast, kill the wood beast! If they use a god-given weapon, take it away! There is no need to live, and there is no need to beg for mercy. I will be with you, fearless died on the battlefield of God’s War!!!”
Having said this, Oanda suddenly jumped down from a high place, waved the war stick in his hand, led the guards around him, and took the lead in killing the front line. Under his leadership, the surrounding warriors finally broke out into hysterical shouts. Then, they stood up one after another and charged in the opposite direction towards the gun array!
Soon, Oanda strode to the front line, and the regimental leader's flag was particularly dazzling in the crowd. He did not lead the bodyguards to attack recklessly, but carefully observed the Mexican spear corps from a distance.
These new troops have high morale, strict formations, and well-equipped equipment. They look like warriors. But in the final analysis, their main force is still the militiamen who have not been trained for a long time. Similar to the royal family's spear formation, they must take advantage of the spears and pay attention to the cooperation of dense formations.
The head of the "Sky" family has experienced battles for a long time, and has been exposed to the tactics of the royal spear phalanx, and has carefully thought about how to fight. These plans were not allowed to be mentioned to outsiders. He just waved the flag and continued to roar loudly.
"Warriors in the front line! Raise your shields to defend and retreat slowly! Warriors on the left and right, go around the two wings to harass! Warriors in the back line, take out your spare war clubs and spears and prepare to throw them!"
Oanda personally stood on the front line, stabilizing the morale of the warriors. Under his effective command, the family legion no longer clumsily attacked the front of the spear array and shouldered the sharp spears, but instead showed the flexibility of elite warriors.
The warriors in the front line raised their shields high and retreated to the side of the family master. They used the commander's flag as bait to try and lure the enemy out of formation. The warriors on the left and right separated further, watching the flanks of the spear array, and each sent more than a hundred elites to try to get around. The warriors in the rear formation were organized into small groups and rushed out from the gaps in the front formation from time to time. They ran quickly, accelerating until they reached the spear formation, and then threw out their war sticks and spears. The heavy weapons shot into the enemy's gun array, knocking down one or two poorly protected spearmen from time to time. Then, they turned and retreated dangerously, exposing their vulnerable backs and tempting the enemy to pursue them.
"Monkey" Kuruka stood at a high place, observing the changes in the enemy army, his brows furrowed deeply. As the enemy commander's battle flag moved forward, the enemy in front of him quickly regained his morale, moved flexibly and quickly, and became extremely troublesome.
"The stiff wooden sculpture actually took on life and turned into a living coyote!... It seems that the enemy commander is a veteran who is difficult to deal with!"
Kuruka's eyes flashed. He calmly commanded the gun array to slow down, asking the militiamen to raise their left-hand shields high and lower their helmets to guard against thrown weapons. The huge battle formation stopped, slowly gathered together again, and separated into a Z-shaped formation that covered each other's flanks. Faced with the enemy commander who was so close and the vulnerable backs of the enemy warriors exposed, he remained unmoved and stabilized the rhythm of his attack. Amidst the constant throwing of spears, the phalanx of four thousand spears advanced at a rapid pace. The new army maintained a tight formation from the beginning, without revealing any flaws, and constantly pushed back the enemies in front of them.
Looking at the enemy's response, Oanda frowned and sighed slightly.
The nimble coyote is also helpless against the steady porcupine. Three thousand "Sky" warriors lost hundreds of people, facing four thousand intact spear militiamen, and the two left-wing armies fell into a stalemate.
He looked around, worried. In the huge confrontation between the two armies, the Chapala Army fell into an obvious disadvantage. The "Sky" Samurai could not achieve decisive results and could only support the flanks. The warriors in the central army were clumsy and slow, and had not yet fully recovered from the chaos. The "Silver" warrior didn't know how the battle was going... The head of the "Sky" family looked at the enemy's commander's flag.
Under the standing banner of the Black Wolf, Shulot is like the messenger of the God of Thunder, steering the direction of "Thunder"! He looked calmly and observed the entire battle situation. A messenger hurriedly came from the front line and relayed the advice of the commander of the Kuruka Army. Soon, the wooden cannons on the left and right raised red flags again, and they were finally loaded.
The young commander nodded slightly, and before he knew it, the two armies had been fighting for a moment. He looked at the fighting warriors on both sides and waved the red flag in his hand, pointing in the direction of the two wings. The wooden cannon moved slowly, pushing dozens of steps to the outside. Then, the muzzle of the gun turned to both flanks, aiming at the two Chapala militiamen a hundred paces away.
Izel on the flank has just stood up and taken the second step in his rise in life.
He wielded a war stick and fought with the Chapala militia, carefully raising his shield from time to time to block the enemy's assault. The enemy on the opposite side is like a wild beast in the jungle, always trying to rush within half a meter, using both hands and feet to engage in dangerous close combat. He used a skillful shield attack to fend off the charging young militiaman, and then quickly added a stick to hit the opponent on the top of his head. The young militiaman's eyes suddenly widened, his nose began to bleed, and he staggered to the ground.
Just as Izel took a breath, two people rushed towards him at the same time. Two militiamen wielded short spears no more than one meter long, and stabbed them in front of them in the blink of an eye. He hurriedly used his shield and war club to block, but the opponent continued to approach regardless. The battle lasted only a few breaths. The enemy on the left was blocked by the shield, but the enemy on the right took the opportunity to rush in half a meter. He hugged the young warrior's left arm holding the stick and stabbed the broken stone spear close to his body.
The dull stone spear slowly pierced the leather armor. Izel's side hurt, and he felt the sharp edge piercing the skin. His heart felt cold, and he tried his best to push the enemy away. This was the absolute key.
"Lord God, save me! I have waited for so long, but I have to accept the same fate as my brother?!"
Izel's eyes showed strong unwillingness as he looked at the enemy's ferocious smile. He looked desperately at the family's samurai captain, but the old samurai captain seemed to turn a deaf ear and just fought steadily with the enemy in front of him.
"Boom! Boom!"
A roar that shook the world suddenly came! The fierce battle formation came to a standstill again, and then suddenly changed!
The scattered stone bullets blasted into the surrounding militia groups, like a roaring storm, instantly knocking down more than a dozen civilian militiamen. The terrifying sound of artillery echoed, unknown smoke and dust rose, accompanied by the "bang bang" sound of impact, and the militiamen's terrified wails!
In the sound that shook the earth, Izel fell to the ground again, falling into a ball with the enemy close to him. The location of the bombardment was only ten steps away from them, and the flying mud hit their heads and faces. The young warrior howled loudly in fear and groped vigorously on his body, while the enemies beside him screamed at the same time. The shelling hit and several people died on the spot. The surrounding Chapala militiamen suddenly stopped and looked horrified. Then, they let out a cry of collapse, turned around tremblingly, and fled in panic like fallen leaves in the strong wind!
Izel fumbled around in panic for a long time, and then he was shocked to find that he was unhurt. The young warrior calmed down and looked at the enemy who fell beside him. The ferocious face was full of fear, and he was shouting randomly.
Izel smiled fiercely, quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist, and inserted it into the opponent's throat. Then, he licked his dry lips, wiped the bright red on his face, picked up the fallen war stick, and got up from the ground again.
"With the protection of the Lord God, I am destined to become the head of the family!"
The young warrior looked excited. Then, he looked at the defeated Chapala militiamen, looked at their fragile backs, and shouted sternly to the family warriors.
"The enemy troops are in retreat, follow me in pursuit!"
The drums of war became more intense, accompanied by the horn of charge. Under the bombardment of wooden cannons, the Chapala militiamen on both wings could no longer hold on. They shouted in fear and collapsed. The warriors of the Western State paused for a moment, then chased away with red eyes. They suffered a lot of casualties in the short and fierce battle. At this moment, they were just eager to kill and did not give the enemy any chance to regroup!
Seeing the enemy's crumbling periphery, Shulot nodded with satisfaction. The warriors on both wings pursued the enemy and gradually formed a double team. Then, he paid attention to the battle situation in the center again and looked at the handsome flag of "Feather".
Tekata, the head of the "Silver" family, encouraged loudly, barely holding on to the right wing's form, and resisting the enemy's spear corps. Then, the roaring sound of cannons came, once again shaking the hearts of the warriors and damaging the morale of the legions. He looked around anxiously. The militiamen on the periphery were already running away like a herd of rabbits. The main force of warriors in the center was still motionless, and the archers were also silent.
Tekata could stand it no longer. He summoned the family's warrior chief, ordered the other party to hold on to the defense, and hurried to the handsome flag on the hill. He galloped past the panicked militia archers, passed the frantically singing temple sacrifices, passed through the chaotic shield guards, and finally came to the front of Marshal "Feather".
"Your Highness, the situation is critical! Please order the militia archers to disperse and shoot at the opponent's wooden beasts!"
Tekata pointed at the reloaded wooden cannon, looked at the busy gunner, and said urgently.
Peng Guali's eyes were straight and his expression was blank. He looked at the wooden cannon and the gunner and asked in a daze.
"Tecata...what is this?...Is it a Mexica demon?"
The head of the "Sky" family looked startled. He looked carefully at the commander's appearance, feeling full of irritation. He has always had wide contacts and extraordinary knowledge. He was also from the top noble family and knew the methods of the priests. Although the Mexica man on the opposite side shouted the name of the god, he did not believe it. He just paid attention to the enemy craftsman who controlled the wooden beast.
"Prince Pengguari, look carefully! No matter what this is, whether it is a living or dead thing, it is always controlled by the craftsmen! The army is at a total disadvantage, the warriors are struggling to hold on, and the militia has collapsed. No matter what, it cannot Let them continue the bombardment!"
Tekata stepped forward earnestly and held Marshal Feather's arm.
"Your Highness, give me the archers on both sides and let me command them to suppress the enemy!"
After hearing the persuasion of the head of the "Sky" family, Peng Guali nodded subconsciously and handed over the responsibility to others. Tekata left in a hurry, commanded the archer militia, and fired at the wooden cannon fifty steps away. After a while, a rapid rain of arrows suddenly fell, and nearly ten gunners fell beside the roaring wooden beast. The Mexica warriors raised their shields to defend themselves, while the remaining people pushed their wooden cannons and slowly retreated to the rear.
Looking at the wooden beast who was afraid of the rain of arrows, Marshal "Feather" slowly came back to his senses. The fear of the myth gradually dissipated from his heart, and the battle situation of the army came into view. He saw the enemy's sudden attack on the central army, the two opposing wings, and the collapsed periphery, where the enemy was outflanking them.
"The situation is critical...the legion is completely at a disadvantage!"
The ornate "feather" flag flies high, symbolizing the prince's honor. Under the flag, Prince Pengguali's expression changed, his expression uncertain.
