The long wind blows away the clouds in the sky. The sun is blazing, overlooking the wilderness of the world. The world is vast, and the mighty legions step into the battlefield and turn into cold chess pieces in the hands of the commander; the war drums are beating passionately, and the fearless warriors sing loudly, becoming a passionate chapter in the epic book!
Amidst the sounds of war drums and shouts, Shulot climbed onto the high commanding platform and waved the command flag in his hand majestically.
The huge Mexican army moved instantly, extending to the two wings like a torrent, and quickly gathered under different commanders. The two armies are fighting to make the most of their strengths and avoid their weaknesses! Since the Northern Army has the numerical advantage, it must try to lengthen the front, increase the width of the frontal engagement, and outflank the enemy from both wings.
In just a moment, tens of thousands of Mexica warriors formed into four strict military formations like a long snake. The Chinese army consists of 7,000 spear militiamen, divided into two formations: left and right. These battle-hardened spearmen were divided into teams of two hundred and battalions of one thousand. The left formation is slightly thicker, with four battalions commanded by the monkey Kuruka, and the right formation is slightly smaller, with three battalions of the miner Ezpan. Under the sharp bone whistle, the spearmen stood shoulder to shoulder, setting up stacks of long spears. Then, under the guidance of the squad leader, each gun formation was like a metal hedgehog, slowly but surely advancing forward.
Shulot looked at the powerful central army of hedgehogs gathered together and nodded slightly. In the Battle of Takuro Plains, the spear militiamen defeated the arrogant samurai army from the front and killed thousands of elite samurai. The mentality of the militiamen has been substantially improved, and they have finally grown into a reliable backbone army. Real elite soldiers come from the fire of life and death! At this moment, looking from the commander's platform, the spear regiment has an orderly rhythm, a steady pace, and has a vague appearance of an elite soldier.
With strong soldiers in hand, pride will naturally reverberate in your chest! The young commander looked around, and the Chinese army attacked. Seven thousand spears came out in formation, covered by two wings, and six thousand warriors lined up to attack together!
On the left are the loyal Quds Legion. Three thousand holy city warriors holding shields and clubs, led by the jaguar Orosh, boiled and roared like a pack of wolves. These hometown boys have followed him for generations, have always been well treated, and can fight bloody battles for the coach to the end. The right wing is a devout religious legion, formed from the merger of the remaining temple guards and divine warriors. Veteran Etalik blew a sharp death whistle, and Natalie chanted the ode to the main god. The religious legions killed Shen Mu in solemn silence. Both the Mexica warriors and the Otomi warriors held the sun amulet around their necks tightly and prayed wholeheartedly to the supreme god. Facing the king's army of the Ability God, they are full of killing intent and will never show mercy!
The war drums beat rapidly and murderous intent swept through them. The four armies in the front line maintained a steady pace and approached the King of Tarasco's army, which was also deployed. After the front line, there were three thousand shooting corps. These long-range warriors hold long bows in their hands, carry powerful crossbows on their arms, and carry arrows on their waists. They move with the front line. A new batch of arrows from the capital in the lake has been replenished, and the warriors can shoot freely. As the two legions approached, the crossbowmen stood in formation one after another. They drew their bows and fired their crossbows, ready to unleash a hail of death arrows.
Then, the first one to send out a thunderous strike was not the crossbow on standby. "Boom! Boom!" Two violent thunders suddenly exploded, like the wrath of the God of Thunder descending on the world!
In the gap between the Chinese army, two wooden cannons that had been loaded were quickly fixed and fired immediately! No more than a hundred steps away, the flying stones carried irresistible force and bombarded the Tarasco army with a heavy gun array.
A dozen elite spearmen suddenly let out shrill screams. Dense fountains of blood spattered all over their bodies, and they fell to the ground in pain. Scattered shotshells flew in all directions. Dozens of nearby militiamen were injured by stones and scurried away in fear. In the rising dust, thousands of militiamen arrayed were at a loss. They fell into unknown panic and knelt down in fear, praying to the gods in front of them for forgiveness.
The giant beast roars, and mortals are terrified! Centered on the impact point of the wooden cannon, the three thousand Tarasco spearmen were like boiling water, creating chaotic ripples. The two shellings actually killed no more than a dozen people, but the fear they spread was hundreds of times greater!
Under the inherited eagle flag, King Suangua suddenly stared and firmly held the magic staff in his hand. He had already heard about the new weapons of the Mexica from the chief's secret letter; he had also encountered exploding caltrops in the bloody battle in the mountain fortress.
But at this moment, no matter how determined he is and how much preparation he has made for his legions. When he encountered this thunderous wooden beast for the first time in the field, the king was still shocked, and the morale of his militiamen was still shaken!
The wings of the spear phalanx are weak, but the front is extremely strong. Suangua also placed 3,000 spear militiamen in the center of the army, and spread out 2,500 royal warriors on each wing. The core of the two thousand bronze ax guards were holding long bows and arrayed behind the central army. Facing the attack of the Mexica Legion, the elite King of Tarakos army lined up on the spot, erecting their bronze spears and forming a solid defensive formation. However, under the bombardment of wooden cannons, the Chinese army, which had the most stable line of defense, was on the verge of collapse in an instant!
Su Angua gritted his teeth. This was a bad start, and an ominous premonition rose in his mind. He pulled out the red flag that he had prepared and moved it slightly towards the direction of the two wooden cannons. The sharp bamboo flute sounded immediately. Two thousand bronze ax guards took a step together, drew their huge long bows, and directed towards the enemy's front line, emitting a howl of death that filled the sky!
"Boohoo!" Black arrow rain covered the sky, and the metal arrows reflected the cold light. The bronze ax guards fired luxurious bronze arrows, which roared into the middle of the Mexica army. Even with the cover of wooden shields, more than a dozen gunners died instantly, and more than a hundred militiamen with spears were pierced through paper armor and fell to the ground screaming.
The surviving gunners hurriedly dragged the wooden cannon behind the formation. They have completed their most important mission. The first-generation Trak wooden cannon was loaded with stone shot, and its range was only more than a hundred steps, which was not as good as the longbow, and it took nearly a moment to reload. After taking the lead, facing a defensive enemy, the next step is to load the wooden cannon again and look for new opportunities.
Long bow and bronze arrow, shoot at close range. It was the first time that the Mexican Lancers encountered such a fierce long-range attack. The steady rhythm was disrupted, and the pace of advancement stalled slightly.
The commanders of the Chinese army, Kuruca and Ezpan, looked calm, each waving the command flag and commanding the gun formation team in the battalion. Seeing the instructions from the flag, captain Guzman blew the bone whistle around his neck desperately, shouted loudly, and re-coordinated the steps of his teammates. Under the command of the captain, the first five rows of spearmen raised their shields to cover the sky above their heads. The remaining spearmen lowered their heads, hiding their faces under their wicker helmets. They gave up almost all vision and any superfluous emotion. At this moment, strict discipline was integrated into their bodies, and long-term training turned into instinct. They are just ruthless war machines, following in the footsteps of their teammates and continuing to charge forward without hesitation!
On the podium, Shulot suddenly waved his flag! The sound of the shooting flute broke through the sky, and the three thousand shooting legions paused for a moment, followed by a loud buzz.
Thousands of feather arrows pierced the sky, with a slanted arc, like diffused lightning, and plunged into the enemy's center with a "pop, pop" sound. The Tarasco spear militia were in chaos and were unprepared for the rain of arrows. In an instant, blood spattered and bodies rolled, and more than two hundred people died. The samurai captain in the front line was killed by an arrow, and the chaos of the spear militia continued to intensify!
Su Angua looked forward, frowning deeply as he looked at the Chinese army that was starting to lose control and the enemy spearmen that were accelerating and approaching. He waved the red flag again, then pulled out the black flag symbolizing death, and pointed at the Chinese army ahead.
The two thousand copper-axe guards once again fired fierce arrows, slowing down the pace of the Mexican army. Then the two hundred guards in the front row came out solemnly. They put on large shields and bronze axes and trotted into the spear militia. According to daily training, one hundred guards raised large shields to protect the battalion captains at all levels. They shouted and kicked the panicked militiamen, and resumed command of the gun array. The other hundred guards showed no mercy, grabbing the deserters who ran out of the military formation, and directly pushed them to the ground. They raised their axes and dropped them. In an instant, heads were rolling in.
Then, under the king's strict orders, the priests accompanying the army moved to the front line. They danced and sang wildly, calling for the power granted by the three gods to suppress the evil Mexica beast. In the high-pitched chanting of the priests, the spear militiamen in the front line finally regained their morale, took up their weapons again, and faced their inevitable fate.
The ruthless arrow rain interacted again, and the toppled corpses shed blood. Amid the deafening shouts, the charge of the Mexican Legion was about to arrive in an instant! Captain Guzman blew his bone whistle quickly, and the gun array of two hundred people suddenly accelerated. Under the push of all the team members, the five rows of spears at the front reflected the cold light, cascading and accelerated forward, then suddenly stagnated, and plunged into the equally cold five rows of spears!
Shulot stared slightly. At this moment, he seemed to hear a dull impact. In the sight of the young commander, the spear formations of the two armies suddenly collided, and a dazzling red line bloomed in front of the formation! The spearmen in the front row of the two armies were like cut down cornstalks, pierced by several spears, and fell sideways one by one. Regardless of whether they were wearing battle clothes or paper armor, they were all so weak in this moment of charge!
Many spear militiamen were impaled on spears, but they could not die immediately. The shrill howl covered the war drums and turned into the most distinctive note on the battlefield. The opposing spear phalanx was operating cruelly. The spearmen in the back rows once again stretched out their spears and stabbed the enemy on the opposite side hard. The miserable howls quickly disappeared again. Soon, the second row of spearmen became the front line. They clasped their hands and thrust their spears forward. The teammates in the back rows were holding their spears high and stabbing diagonally downwards while pushing desperately forward under the pressure from further behind.
Looking from a distance, hedgehog-like phalanxes are squeezing each other, and forest-like spears are clashing and waving. After losing kinetic energy, the competition between the spear formations was strength and discipline. The killings began to decrease rapidly, and the pushing gradually intensified. The Mexican spear formation occupies a clear numerical advantage and is gradually surrounded from both sides, but cannot break through for a while. The warriors from both sides were locked in a tug-of-war situation, until one side could no longer bear the pressure and the formations dispersed, resulting in a one-sided massacre!
Arrows rained down from the sky again, this time falling on the two wings of the loose formation. Hundreds of warriors from both armies were stabbed to the ground one after another, dying alternately. The rain of arrows blew like the long wind, and the warriors fell like reeds. However, after the strong wind passed, the tough reeds stood firm again!
The holy city warriors on the left wing waved their shields and howled as they charged into the array of kingdom warriors. At this moment, bronze spears and war clubs clashed, wooden shields collided with leather shields, roars and shouts blended together, floating in the murderous field!
Orosh led one hundred of the most elite Jaguar warriors in the Holy City, personally serving as the vanguard and rushing into the forefront of the battle. He swung his war stick flexibly and powerfully, like a galloping tiger and leopard, and suddenly broke into a group of bronze spear warriors who had no time to form a formation. The powerful jaguar slashed vertically, knocking down the leader of the feather helmet captain, and even the bronze helmet was dented. Then, he swept continuously and killed three more people in an instant. The jaguar warriors behind them rushed forward. As the tigers roared and roared, dozens of enemy soldiers were knocked to the ground with a series of strikes from their war sticks.
Orosh paused for a moment. He took a few deep breaths, looked around, and frowned deeply. Although the Jaguar team as the vanguard is extremely powerful, the main force of the warriors cannot break through together. The Tarasco warriors in front of them looked calm and in order. They formed a battalion of eight hundred people and a team of two hundred people. Each team formed a spear formation and also had war clubs and bronze axes. The captains of each team wore copper feather helmets and carried bright flags on their backs. They commanded in an orderly manner and firmly blocked the main force of the Holy City from the gun array. Facing the charge of the Jaguar warriors, the Tarascos dispersed without confusion. One team retreated to regroup, and the other team came forward in unison. They are like a school of fish in a lake, constantly changing and changing, with no end in sight.
"Damn it! I punched hard, but it hit the flowing sand! What a strong man, he is worthy of being the most elite king of Tarasco!"
Orosh cursed under his breath. He looked at the enemy troops that began to encircle them from both sides in an orderly manner, and glared fiercely. Then, without any hesitation, Jaguar led an elite team and turned around to fight back to the legions in the Holy City. Since it is impossible to break through quickly, it is necessary to reorganize the army, form a shield formation, and entangle the enemy force calmly and powerfully.
The religious legion on the right wing wielded their war sticks, but it was another kind of tragic determination! Once the fanatical religious warriors enter the war, they are like moths flying into the flames, with an unyielding will!
The warriors of the two armies had just met, and they skipped the temptation and stalemate and entered into a brutal close-quarters fight. Facing the Tarascan spear squad, the fanatical Otomi warriors directly threw their war sticks, holding the shields that could only cover half of their bodies with both hands, and launched a life-or-death charge! These converted warriors shouted the name of the Lord God, rushed towards the dense bronze spears desperately, and died tragically in the spear formation. They use their own flesh and bones to lock the enemy's weapons, just to destroy the tight forest of guns!
But as long as the gun array stagnated, a slight flaw was revealed. A large group of religious warriors would rush forward and fight the Tarascans at close range. The temple guards blew shrill whistles, their murderous intent boiling, and they started fighting wildly. They had almost no defense. They wielded the extra-long maquavit sticks with both hands to break the enemy's bronze spears, cut the enemy's leather armor, and then cut through the enemy's flesh! They charged towards the enemy and either died immediately, or together with one or several enemies, they went to the Kingdom of God in the sky in a matter of seconds!
Shulot looked down at the magnificent battle situation with a solemn and dignified expression. The left wing and the central army were still clearly separated and facing each other with shields raised; but the warriors on the right wing were already entangled and it was difficult to distinguish each other. Large blood flowers bloomed on the right wing, and were drowned by the noisy dust. The warriors on both sides were like the ice and snow in early spring, one-sixth of which melted in less than a quarter of an hour!
The young commander took a deep breath, with ruthless determination in his eyes. He waved the red flag again, and the five hundred crossbowmen advanced at the same time until behind the front line of the battle. The flute sounded, and more than a hundred steps away, the crossbowmen suddenly raised their large crossbows. They took a slight aim, aimed at Tarasco's eagle flag, and the king under the eagle flag, and then raised their heads and struck!
