"Whoosh whoosh!" Long and narrow black shadows rose up in sheets, like the shadow of death, suddenly flying away. The metal crossbow bolt pierced the sky, with a life-threatening scream, and shot towards Tarasco's royal flag!
Seeing the groups of black spots coming towards him, Su Angua, under the king's banner, clenched his staff tightly and his pupils suddenly shrank. At this critical moment, he only had time to lower his head and bow, and the sharp arrows came towards him!
"Puff, puff, ah, uh!..."
The dying wails kept ringing around the king, his most trusted confidants, and the dozen or so guards who guarded him. The sharp crossbow arrows pierced the warriors' leather armor and plunged deeply into their chests and abdomens, and warm blood immediately overflowed from the wounds. But the same crossbow arrow fell on the king, but it only made a muffled sound of "bang, bang".
The low sound of metal collision echoed in the bronze armor, and the continuous impact forced the king to retreat. In Jinnu's sneak attack, Suan Gua was shaken to the point of dizziness and staggered. This wave of crossbow arrows was sudden and violent. They are like rapid rain showers, coming on the wind, fleeting, taking away more than a dozen lives, and then inserting themselves deeply into the soil around the king's flag.
Su Angua bit her lower lip hard and shook her head vigorously. He subconsciously let go of his hands and groped around his head and body, but there was a solid coldness at his tentacles. Only then did the young king realize that he was still wearing an extraordinary and sturdy suit of armor.
The surrounding guards immediately rushed in. Dozens of warriors held high shields and immediately covered the king. The second round of feather arrows roared in, nailing deeply into the thick wooden shield, making a dull "duh" sound. Suangua was in shock. This was the first time in the past twenty or thirty years that he was so close to death!
The young king's eyes were blank. He looked at his empty hands and asked subconsciously.
"What's this?!"
General Yuku leaned down, carefully picked up the fallen staff from the grass, and handed it to the king respectfully. Then, while holding up his shield, he squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the crossbowman not far away, and then calmly reported back to the king.
"Your Majesty, they are the archers of the Mexica sneak attack. They are carrying a huge bow held horizontally, and the range and power are stronger than the long bow!"
With anger in his eyes, Suan Gua glanced at his cronies who had fallen to the ground. The other party had just reported to him the good news from the north and the arrival of reinforcements, when he was shot to death in front of him. But next to the dazzling corpse of his confidant, the inherited eagle flag is still flying, but the soaring eagle has lost its wings. There are more than a dozen arrow holes on the flag, mercilessly piercing Tarasco's eagle!
The king felt a pain in his heart, and an ominous premonition rose again. He had a stern look on his face, not looking at the dead guards, and just said solemnly.
"Yuku, my hound. The Bronze Ax Guard is temporarily under your command to attack these cross-held archers! This kind of arrow is more lethal, we cannot let them shoot at will!"
"As you command!"
Yuku bowed his head and said nothing. His face was like a sculpture, he closed his left eye, stretched out his right arm, and with two quick gestures, he determined the distance between the crossbowmen. Then, he called the captains of each battalion of the imperial guard and whispered a few instructions. The formed bronze ax guards quickly dispersed into a bow team of two hundred people.
Arrows roared, and arrows and crossbow bolts struck again. Two small teams gathered around the king, raising their large shields to guard. The rest of the guards moved forward quickly, and in a moment they were behind the central army.
Yuku, half-hunched over, personally led two hundred of the best shooters to the edge of the front formation. He ignored the gun formation not far away who was shouting for fight, and calmly took out the longbow. The bow is full, the arrow is nocked, and just a little aiming, the sharp arrow flies away like a thunderous giant!
A Mexican crossbowman was lowering his head to cock the bow, but suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and there was half an arrow hilt in front of him. The sharp copper arrow pierced him from the front, and his body, which had lost its strength, fell to the ground with a bang. The crossbows scattered quietly on the ground, and blood suddenly gushes out from the vital parts. The crossbowman pressed the wound on his chest in vain, looking at the darkening sky. He finally understood that his destination in this life was to become one with the earth.
The hound Yuku had an expressionless face, narrowed his eyes, and shot out arrows fiercely. The surrounding sharpshooters used their strength at the same time, and dozens of Mexican crossbowmen fell to the ground dead. Such a sharp shot quickly attracted attention. But for a moment, Yuku's eyes froze and he suddenly fell to his side. Dozens of feather arrows descended around him with the roar of death. Several Tarasco sharpshooters could not avoid it, and they were instantly shot to death!
The arrows fell to the ground, and Yuku rolled up from the ground. He waved vigorously, and the shooters spread out to both sides and continued to shoot at the Mexica. The shrill sound of the conch horn sounded in the distance, floating from under the Black Wolf's flag. When he opened his big bow again, the opponent's elite crossbowmen had already retreated back, keeping distance from Wang Qi.
Yuku deflected his target and casually shot and killed a militiaman with a spear. A dense gun formation was not far in front of them. The Mexican spearmen had a numerical advantage and were advancing through the gaps in the gun formation. Yuku's eyes were cold, and his gaze swept across like a wolf, and quickly settled on a spear captain who was giving command.
The captain of the gun array is at the front and has the best view. The two were only a few dozen steps apart. The hound fired a half-bow, and the young spear captain was hit by an arrow and fell to the ground. The Mexica gun array lost command and temporarily came to a standstill. The vice-captain on the other side of the front immediately blew the bone whistle and took over the command of the team. Yuku frowned and shot another sharp feather arrow. The sharp bone whistle only made half of it before it fell feebly into the soil. The deputy captain died, and the war priest in the middle of the team once again took over the command and blew a new round of bone whistles. The priest's position is in the closely guarded center, surrounded by held-up shields. Yuku frowned deeply and aimed for a long time. Before he could shoot, a roaring rain of arrows fell from the sky!
Thousands of Mexican archers approached the formation and began to fire flexibly and fiercely. The spear militiamen of Tarasco's central army fell to the ground one after another, and even the bronze axe guards holding their shields were killed one after another. Fierce attacks came like a wave, all concentrated on the most disadvantaged center.
Yuku sighed and casually shot a militiaman in the front line again. Then, he turned back and made a distracting gesture to the guards, and waved the yellow flag of free fire. The unparalleled warrior calmed down and took the sharpshooters around him to suppress each other and shoot patiently with the Mexica archers.
Tarasco's guards are slightly fewer in number, but they are all skilled in martial arts. They wear bronze helmets and shoulder pads. They used armor-piercing bronze arrows without hesitation, and through the gaps between the small formations, they fought evenly with the larger shooting corps.
The bronze spears and war clubs in the front array were waved, while the bronze arrows and bone arrows in the rear array alternated. Death will roll with the wind and come to every place on the battlefield! Shooting at close range is particularly difficult to guard against, making it particularly cruel. However, after two rounds, more than a hundred archers from both sides died!
Shulot silently observed the casualties of the shooting, and nodded heavily and firmly. The legion participating in the duel consists of the royal family's longbow warriors and their own longbow guards. Although they are good at fighting, they are slightly less elite than the Bronze Ax Guards. These powerful guards are capable of fighting at both distance and distance, but are particularly powerful in close combat. At this moment, when they consume each other in this way, the Mexican Legion has the upper hand!
The three armies killed each other and died together. The vast battlefield is filled with excitement, and the fierce fighting has reached its climax!
In the war of kings, the elite warriors and militiamen were like roasted pine nuts, making crackling sounds before falling to the ground in pieces; while the noble nobles and officers were like fragile tomatoes, falling to the ground with sharp blades. He fell down in the rain of arrows, and then splattered with blood in groups. Boiling sound waves filled everyone's ears, and bright red colors appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Until two "booming" thunders exploded in the hearts of the warriors again!
"Boom, boom"! The two wooden cannons that had been dormant for a long time were finally loaded and moved to the left wing where the fierce stalemate was taking place. Under the operation of the craftsmen, the wooden cannon shot from the outside of the military formation at an angle into the back of the royal warriors! A dozen Tarasco warriors rolled over and fell to the ground, rolling in pain. The enemy on the left stagnated suddenly, their morale dropped suddenly, and the team that was running in layers also came to a sudden halt.
Orosh's eyes lit up while he was fighting hard. He seized this rare opportunity and once again led hundreds of jaguar warriors from the Holy City to break into the enemy's formation. A team of two hundred people was suddenly dispersed, while the replacement team was still in a brief chaos. The Holy City warriors swarmed forward and turned the two hundred Tarasco warriors into fallen corpses, thus gaining the upper hand in the battle!
Under the fierce impact of the Mexican Legion, the remaining two thousand Tarasco warriors retreated dozens of steps. Then under the command of the royal commander, they once again gathered into several gun formations, tenaciously blocking the Holy City warriors' attack. attack.
Hearing the thunder sound again, Hound Yuku's eyes shrank. He squinted his eyes and looked at the right wing of the royal army that was under bombardment. After a moment of judgment, he made a follow gesture to the sharpshooter behind him. Then, the agile hound arched its body and moved quickly to the right. Within ten breaths, the mysterious Mexican wooden cannon appeared in front of him again. The unparalleled warrior suddenly stood still, drew his big bow, and fired fiercely!
"Phew! Puff!" The sharp arrow shot into the eye socket and penetrated from the back of the head. Behind the smoking wooden cannon, a craftsman operating the cannon fell on his back and died on the spot. "Boohoo!" Continuous arrows shot at them, and more than a dozen gunners were killed by the arrows. The warriors in charge of the formation deflected their shields and guarded the right side of the craftsmen.
Seeing their predecessors die one after another, the gunners who were operating the cannon were trembling all over and half-kneeling around the wooden cannon. Most of them were selected from craftsmen, entrusted with important tasks by His Highness, incorporated into the army, and have always enjoyed generous treatment. A young gunner couldn't bear the pressure of life and death, and suddenly stood up, screaming and running to the rear.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Several more feather arrows shot out quickly, piercing the deserter's body from the front. The young gunner knelt down on the ground, took one last look at the longbow guards supervising the battle, and then tilted and lost all life.
On the king's battlefield, retreat means death! The guards glanced at the dead body indifferently, then looked seriously and drew their longbows again. At this moment, they handed over their fate to the Lord God and gambled their only lives with the sharpshooters on the opposite side!
With the cover of the archers, the two wooden cannons were dragged by the gunners and left the dangerous front line. The intense reloading begins again. The gunners gritted their teeth and silently prayed to the Lord God for a safe return next time!
Under the handsome banner of Black Wolf, Shulot stood majestically. He is like the wolf king on the mountain, controlling the vast battlefield at his feet!
This battle was so fierce that hundreds of elite warriors died every minute of the battle! The Mexican Legion had the overall upper hand, and Thunder's bombardment continued for two rounds. The Royal Army of Tarasco, however, was like tough cowhide, still maintaining a stable defense. Although the enemy's morale continued to decline, it stubbornly did not collapse. And the king of Tarasco stood behind the center, with his broken flag raised high. Although the royal eagle has broken wings, it has never landed!
The young commander hesitated slightly. This battle was fought with all his strength, and he had already pressed most of the chess pieces. At this moment, he only has the 500 Jaguar battle group in the capital left in his hands, which can be thrown into any part of the front line to launch a potentially fatal blow!
Seeing His Highness's hesitation, Bertard understood. There was no one else around at the moment, so he took a step forward and whispered to dissuade him.
"Your Highness, this is the king's war. The king's safety is paramount! The enemy's guards still have the ability to attack... Let the warriors fight in front and die for the king's glory!"
Shulot closed his eyes slightly and nodded slowly. He looked down at the earth in front of him. The blood bloomed into flowers, the flowers spread into a red carpet, and the red carpet was covered by corpses. In this brilliant spring light, the cold body was stepped into the soft soil, and the nutrients flowed directly into the wilderness. The sound of killing shook the sky, and the birds disappeared. Only the spring breeze remained, changing the deep clouds.
"It's really fertile land. This year's spring plowing will definitely produce a good harvest!"
The young king whispered to himself, and an invisible transformation was quietly taking place. He didn't notice it and just cast his sight to the north. In the clearly visible sky, thousands of Tarascan warriors shouted and roared, fighting with the Toltec legions. The hummingbird flag stands high, far away from the eagle flag in the south, but seems to be the farthest distance apart!
At this moment, under the hummingbird flag, an old warrior wearing leather armor and holding a bronze spear was staring silently at the black wolf flag that had appeared in nightmares many miles away.
