"boom!"
Violent crashes sounded one after another on the seven long ships, accompanied by the harsh sound of planks breaking, which made people dizzy.
The soldiers on both sides paused for a few breaths before recovering from the fierce impact. Then, boiling shouts of killing suddenly erupted around the longship.
"The rain god is howling!"
"The Lord God is supreme!"
"Kill! Kill them! Roar!"
"Dedicate yourself to God!"
The Mixtec warrior roared, holding a stone spear, grabbing the low side of the long ship, and jumped into the ship. The Prepecha warriors looked cold and stern as they screamed and thrust out their spears. Fighting on the ship, both sides rarely wore armor. Fighting head-on, the tip of the spear penetrated into the chest, the head of the spear pierced the throat, life and death only happened in a moment!
"Stab! Hit!"
The old militiaman squatted half-crouched, squinted his eyes, and fiercely thrust out a copper spear, piercing the thigh of a tribal warrior. The soldier was waving his weapon when his legs suddenly lost strength and his body staggered. A blood-stained copper ax immediately scratched his neck, pulling out a cloud of blood mist.
"Bah!"
Blood gushed out like a mountain spring, covering the not-wide deck. The Prepecha warrior who killed the enemy was about to thank him, but the old militiaman quietly moved away. He arched his body, stared at the other pair of bare feet, and then took another spear...
"kill!"
Puap looked fierce, swung his copper ax, and struck a Mixtec warrior on the shoulder. This ax was too harsh and penetrated too deeply into the flesh. The opponent let out a muffled groan and fell to the deck with the bones and the copper ax attached. Puap's hand was empty and he was stunned for a moment before an obsidian spear was stabbed at his neck.
"hiss!"
The gray earth warrior broke out in a cold sweat, leaned back, and sat down on the body in the boat. The sharp stone spear paused for a moment, then continued forward without holding back. Then, the stone spear used all its strength and plunged into the chest and abdomen of a young sailor, then moved downwards.
"ah!"
"Pfft!"
The young sailor died on the spot, and the owner of the stone spear fell to the ground. Puap sat on the deck, his hands covered with blood, and holding a bronze spear he had just picked up.
They boarded the ship and fought, fighting at close quarters, the fighting was extremely fierce, and the death was extremely cruel. In just a quarter of an hour, dozens of people on both sides died in battle. More than a hundred corpses were piled up in the seven longships, and the warmth gathered into the moorings, making the entire upper deck sticky and slippery.
"What a blind God! What a crazy Mixtec!"
Chihuaco, the old militiaman, gritted his teeth and crouched among the fighting crowd. He suddenly saw the dark snake in the corner, facing an older Mixtec warrior with a frightened face. The warrior had a ferocious smile on his face and showed no mercy. He raised his sharp obsidian war club and was about to chop it down head on.
"puff!"
A shining spear tip protruded from the heart of the older warrior. Precise, powerful, and precise enough to kill people. Then, the old militiaman took a long breath, pulled out the spear from the warrior's back, and gave the curled up Dark Snake a warm, fatherly smile.
"Ha! After two years of rest, I still haven't forgotten the skill of killing people..."
"Everyone! Everyone! Speed up and support the ship!"
Battalion Commander Pimen blew his bone whistle and urged the warriors on the shore. Prepecha's archers put on their spears and trudged through the water to support the nearby ships. A moment later, when the first batch of reinforcements boarded the longships and thrust out their spears, the Mixtec warriors who had been shouting fiercely just now seemed to be awakened from their fanaticism by a stick, and suddenly realized the reality of heavy casualties.
"Damn Yingmen! They are guarding the ship, we can't defeat them!"
"Without rain, the rain god's power cannot help us!"
"If you can't win, let's go, let's go!"
"Whahahahahahaha!..."
The chaotic shouts came from the mouths of the Mixtec warriors, and then became louder and more chaotic. In just a dozen breaths, the remaining hundreds of enemies let out a hysterical howl and then collapsed. Many tribal warriors turned around and jumped into the cold water, ignoring the bronze spears behind them, and swam lifelessly to the other side.
"...What?"
Chihuaco's hands were stained with blood, holding a bronze spear, blocking the dark snake. He looked at the enemies who suddenly collapsed, and his heart suddenly felt a little unreal.
"God! We were beaten so fiercely just now...and now, are you escaping? What a crazy Mixtec!"
Half a quarter of an hour ago, the two sides were fighting to the death, evenly matched, and the soldiers died on top of each other. Half a quarter of an hour later, as soon as the reinforcements of the brigade boarded the ship, the enemy completely collapsed and jumped ship desperately to escape.
"Bah! Shouting to the gods and inspiring people's hearts, only a moment of mad courage, it is not durable at all! As long as time goes by and encounters a slight difficulty, the true form of the rat fish will be revealed!"
Puap straightened up and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. He was wearing leather armor, but he was stabbed twice by the Mixtecs, injuring his shoulder and arm. But at this moment, he had no time to check the wound. He just stared at the red eyes and looked around the river carefully.
The remnants of the Mixtec soldiers abandoned the small boat that could only go downstream, and were swimming against the fast river to the other side with difficulty. They are perfect targets.
"Put on a longbow! Shoot, shoot these crazy rat fish to death!..."
"Yes, Captain!"
On the other side of the river, Yun Shikava pursed her lips. He looked at the rapidly retreating soldiers and the gradually turning red river, feeling regret lingering in his heart. He seemed to have made a mistake, but thinking about it carefully, there was no better way to avoid it.
"There are not enough ships! Across the river, there are only more than two hundred warriors that can be dispatched at one time... The hawk-men and tiger-men on the opposite side are not the jungle tribes that fought before. They are very tough, as hard as rocks... .Two hundred warriors charged in boats. Although they were as brave as thunder, they failed to defeat the Yingmen at once, and they immediately lost their strength. And when the enemy's reinforcements came up..."
"What if a large group of soldiers are asked to cross the river from the shallow water and go to the other side? Use all the strength at once. If they can't push down the stone, they will be stoned to death! ... No, I don't know the opponent's strength. Doing this is too dangerous..."
"Chief? Leader?!"
"Um?"
Yun Shikawa was deep in thought when his close scout Qiaoao came forward and asked cautiously.
"What should the soldiers do next? The eagle man on the opposite side did not move and did not pursue him across the river."
"Not moving?"
Hearing this, Yun Shikawa looked across the river, thoughtfully.
"Well, across the river, it's difficult for us to attack, and it's difficult for the other side to attack... It seems that the disorganized militiamen on the opposite flanks are not very good at fighting..."
"leader?"
"Let's withdraw!"
Yun Shikawa made up his mind and gave the order in a deep voice.
"Retreat to the east and camp in a mountain stronghold ten miles away."
"Ah! Chief, are you retreating now?"
"Um."
Yun Shikawa nodded. He looked at the setting sun in the west and at the gradually darkening earth. Although his voice was low, his face showed the confidence of a divine descendant. That is the divinity that the Mixtec people still believe in and have not yet conquered.
"It's getting dark! This is the land we are familiar with, the river we are familiar with! Wait until night, and then we will send a small team of hunters to cross the river from the shallow water to attack!"
Speaking of this, Yun Shikawa looked across the river at the three teams wearing different clothes, and the corners of his mouth gradually curled up.
"The eagle flies high at night, the tiger hunts at night, and the grass rat hides at night. Is the opponent an eagle, a tiger, or a grass rat? Try it at night and you will know!"
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