"Boom! Bang bang! Katcha!..."
On the not-wide river, the fleets of both sides collided suddenly, like charging wolves and bison, suddenly colliding together. The kingdom's four longships moved forward at full speed, carrying about twenty tons of weight, with sharp bronze horns like the sharp horns of a charging bison. Almost in an instant, the Totonak battle boat in the front row was hit and cracked, and then the "Kacha" broke!
"God bless you! Charge! Keep charging!"
"For the gods! Charge forward! There are many of us!"
After a collision, the speed of the four long ships was obviously slower. The surrounding Totonak warriors rowed war boats, howling randomly, and surrounded them from both sides. The sailors on the longboat puffed up their cheeks and rowed hard. The warriors also held long bows, stood behind the shields on both sides, and fired at the dense group of boats, splashing blood everywhere.
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"Boom! Bang!"
Amid fierce shouting, the second round of collision struck again. Several canoes were knocked over on the river, and a dozen Totonac warriors "crackled" and fell into the water like palm fruits, causing large splashes of red water.
However, when he saw the longship that had not been damaged by the collision, Priest Papu, who was sitting at the rear, suddenly lit up. He has clearly seen that in such a narrow and crowded river, the longship has no room to accelerate, so it is difficult for the longship to run rampant and exert its unparalleled power like a ferocious beast.
"Quick! Blessed by the Sun God! Surround me! Surround me from all sides! Kill me closely!"
"Aim! The one with the feather crest on that galley is their head! Shoot him!"
After two collisions, the four long boats had penetrated deep into the group of boats, like four long corns inserted into long baskets filled with beans. And the "beans" came from all directions, getting close to the edge of the "corn" crazily, making bursts of sharp scraping sounds.
Among the dozens or hundreds of "beans", the Maya's galley merchant ship is particularly eye-catching. The archers on the longship searched for angles, and on the bumpy deck, they shot deathly copper arrows at the feather-crested leader on the merchant ship!
"Damn! He actually shot the leader! These are these despicable Mexicans who have no respect for honor!"
The Quetzalcoatl Priest Pappu was very vigilant. When he saw the opponent raising his bow, he immediately hid behind the guard's wooden shield. He was proficient in Mexica, and when he heard the shout from the other side, he decisively pulled off the feather crest and threw it away.
"Chuchute! Quick! Give me the order! Throw the spear! Jump on the boat and kill!"
Chu Chute, the leader of the Snake Lake Tribe, was startled, subconsciously waving his spear and shouting loudly.
"We're close, we're all close! If you throw spears and spears, you can all come up to me! Then jump on the boat and kill!..."
"Yes! Chief!
…”
"Whizzing!"
Before the surrounding war boats could throw their arrows, the archers on the long boats had already shot their arrows first! A total of four bronze arrows were shot at Chu Chute, the leader who took command. The warrior captain Tavaru fired an arrow himself, and an arrow hit Chuchut's arm. The other three arrows were missing and stuck to the leader's chest and shoulders, leaving a few bloody marks and almost hitting his neck.
"ah!"
The leader, Chu Chute, screamed and fell on the deck before he could react. He shouted in pain and cursed through gritted teeth in the tribal dialect.
"Pap! You cunning grass rabbit, I will stab you to death with corns..."
"Swish swish!"
"Hush, rest, rest!"
The fleets of both sides were stuck on the river, and they had no choice but to fight head-on! After two rounds of arrows and spears, there was a brutal close combat. The warriors of the kingdom wore heavy armor and wielded long axes, just like chopping melons and vegetables, fighting against many. The sailors on the long boats also thrust out their spears and stabbed the enemy in the waist and abdomen, and were shot down by spears and arrows from time to time. The Puton soldiers wore leather armor, shouted and fought, and even jumped onto each other's boats.
The fierce battle lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the bodies of both sides fell into the river like falling dumplings. After a while, the "dumplings" that went down to the river stuck together like a pot. The blood flowing everywhere was like too much vinegar, emitting a strong smell of blood that made people's noses clog.
At the beginning of the battle, the vanguard Totonac warriors suffered heavy casualties. They were shot by big feather arrows and slashed back and forth with sharp bronze weapons. Forty or fifty people were killed in succession, and there were signs of collapse at one point.
But soon, more and more tribal warriors came to support from all sides, completely restraining the warriors on the longboat, and the arrow rain also became sparse. The warriors of the kingdom were wearing heavy armor and their physical strength was rapidly depleted. Gradually, the Totonac fleet began to exert its numerical advantage. They were like dense piranhas, biting from the sides and tail of the longship, chewing up the weak Puton warriors in one bite.
"Damn! Damn the Totonac bastards! So many!"
The warrior captain Tavaru, wearing heavy armor, cut off half of his neck with an axe, and kicked the body off the side of the boat. He wiped the blood from his face and gasped for air, feeling the rapid loss of energy. And when he looked around, he anxiously discovered that the new Puton soldiers who had joined the fleet could no longer stand it any longer and even began to dive into the water to escape!
"Damn it! These cowardly Puton people! They usually boast of their bravery, but once they encounter a hard battle, they can't bear it..."
These Puton soldiers are all new prisoners of war and have no sense of belonging to the Kingdom's fleet. Although they have converted to the Lord God, their faith is still very shallow, and it is impossible for them to devote themselves to the Lord God. In such a difficult life-and-death battle, the fact that they could hold on until this point before jumping into the water to escape was already worthy of the usual treatment of the fleet.
"Damn it!..."
The warrior captain Tavaru gritted his teeth and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. Then, he looked at the vice-captain on the ship and shouted sharply.
"Put up the blood flag, signal to the flagship, and tell them to move quickly! Then beat the charge drum, and let the remaining oarsmen row their boats to charge towards the opponent's flagship!"
"Ah? What did you say?"
The vice-captain widened his eyes and looked at the samurai captain who was gritting his teeth, seemingly not hearing clearly.
"Put up what flag?"
"Put up the blood flag! Blood flag! Blood flag of death!"
The warrior captain Tavaru wielded his axe, resisted the enemy's thrusts with his armor, and hacked to death a tribal warrior who jumped on the boat. Then, he looked at the blood-stained kingdom warriors and sailors around him and shouted loudly.
"Praise the Lord God! The time has come to die for her!"
The fierce battlefield cannot tolerate a moment's hesitation, and the decision of life and death can be made in a split second. Soon, the bloody flag of death was planted on the mast, and the scarred longship, like a mad bull dragging more than a dozen wild wolves, burst out in its final madness! It approached crazily, approaching the largest flagship of the Totonac people, the Mayan caravan galley.
"Dedicate yourself to the Lord God!"
Seeing this scene, another longship also raised the same blood flag and broke out with the same cry. Two long boats, one on the left and one on the right, headed towards the Mayan galley in the center of the river. And dozens of Totonac war boats, like pieces of iron attracted by magnets, all rushed towards the flagship.
"Bang! Bang bang!"
A large number of ships collided in the center of the river. Dozens of small boats sandwiched the large boat, completely collided with each other, and were tightly packed into a ball, unable to move at all.
“Dedicate yourself to God! Kill!
"
The warrior captain Tavaru let out a tiger's roar, and with four or five soldiers and seven or eight sailors, he abandoned the longship and launched a fearless attack. He slashed his copper ax crazily, stepped on the Totonac war boat, and boarded the Mayan galley. At this moment, he was like a bronze statue stained with blood, looking for the head of the enemy leader and trying to pluck it off with all his strength. In hand!
