Aztec Eternals Chapter 163

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The wind and rain blew, and the shouts shook the sky. The water gate of the estuary fortress is like a wasp's nest, and it is still spitting out large boats and small boats, and in a blink of an eye there are nearly a hundred boats.

On the gorgeous boat, the round-faced aristocrat Ospie grinned, revealing the excitement of hunting. He pointed his spear and flag and shouted loudly.

"Accelerate the charge and catch the tall warrior with the longbow! The captors are rewarded with five boxes of bronzes, and the officer is promoted by half!"

At the command, the rowers on the boat blushed and rowed as hard as they could. The boat sped up again, surging like a crocodile. In the front, more than a dozen small boats of the pioneers were like wolves, and they had already rushed to the edge of the boat in Mexica.

On the Mexica canoe, the guards rowed the oars vigorously, and the slender canoe gradually accelerated. Bertard quickly came to the bow, protecting His Highness behind him. Immediately, he stood tall, took off the battle stick behind him, and stared at the three Tarasco boats that were within five meters for a moment.

On the nearest boat, a Tarrasco captain stood in front with a smile of seizing wealth. He held the three-meter bronze spear high in both hands, and when the boat approached a little, he stabbed with all his strength from top to bottom, stabbing the tall warrior's chest.

It is difficult to dodge on a narrow boat. The samurai chief's eyes were like torches, and the battle stick in his right hand shot out in an instant, hitting the wooden pole accurately and deflecting the stabbed copper spear to the left. Afterwards, he stretched out his left hand, grabbed the shifted wooden handle as fast as lightning, suddenly shouted, and pulled it hard.

"Come!"

Two or three meters apart, the boats on both sides shook violently at the same time. Captain Tarrasco first lost his weapon and shifted his center of gravity. Afterwards, he staggered, and an irresistible force struck, accompanied by a shocking shout in his ears. When he was shocked, he was pulled into the water, and the turbulent river rushed to his face. Before the captain could let go, the bronze spear in his hand had already brought him to the edge of the Mexica boat. He raised his head in a panic, and at the last moment of his life, he saw only a heavy fighting stick coming towards his head, and at the end there was a burst of pain and a "click" from the bones.

Bertard smashed the neck of the enemy in the water with a stick, then raised his hand and threw the stick forward sharply. With a "bang", a Tarasco warrior fell on his back. Afterwards, the samurai chief held the three-meter spear in both hands, and stabbed forward extremely quickly. Hearing the sound of "Puchi", the spear pierced the vital point of the left chest, penetrated into the heart, and instantly stabbed another eager enemy to death.

Bertard retracted the spear forcefully, bringing out a splash of blood, dyeing the spear tip red and gold. He turned slightly sideways, avoiding the incoming bronze spear, letting the tip of the spear scratch the fine leather armor. Afterwards, he raised his hand with a shot, placed it on the enemy's jaw, and made a precise stroke. The warrior's hand immediately softened, the spear fell to the ground, covered his neck and turned into the water, and the circles of blush dispersed in the turbulent water.

In an instant, four samurai died in a row, and the enemy on the first boat was already terrified. The remaining two warriors quickly turned around and backed away, urging Paddlehand to leave. Bertard thrust his spear again, digging deep into the nearest warrior's back. The samurai let out a dull, miserable cry, and with his spear he threw himself forward. The spear stuck in the rib and could not be pulled out for a while. The samurai chief frowned slightly, then let go of his hands and leaned over to pick up the spare battle stick on the boat.

The rower leaned down and paddled, and the first boat fled quickly. The last Tarasco warrior fell down and sat in the boat, looking at his companion who fell to the ground in front of him, gasping for breath, with lingering fears in his heart. He looked at the Mexica boat on the opposite side, and saw that the second and third Tarasco boats had already accelerated and rammed into the "wealth" full of them.

The two boats collided rapidly, the canoe shook violently, and the Mexica was about to roll over. At this time, the third Tarasco boat hit from the other direction, and with a "bang", it just hit the boat. The three boats vibrated together for a moment, but they all slowly stabilized. Then, the Mifune Samurai suddenly fought together.

Shirott crouched on the boat, clenched the side of the boat, and endured the most violent shaking. Then, he picked up his battle stick and got up, facing the rushing enemy. The young warrior held the stick in both hands, leaned slightly, and suddenly and vigorously attacked! With the help of the power of the chest and abdomen, the long stick accurately hit the head of the frontmost Tarasco warrior. The samurai still had a prey-like smile one second before, and a "bang dong" the next second, his smile and face were all smashed, and he turned his head and fell over.

Shulot had no time to look at the death of the enemy. He got close to the next enemy, crouched slightly, dodging the enemy's short spear. Then, the young warrior vigorously raised his battle stick and shouted loudly.

"die!"

The one-meter-plus battle stick was shot vertically, with enormous power, it slammed into the enemy's front face, and shattered the nasal bones of the face. The second samurai howled miserably, threw away the short spear in his hand, covered his exploding eyes with both hands, and slammed into his companion behind him.

Shilot squatted down and slammed again. With years of martial arts practice, he came first, hitting the knee of the third enemy samurai with precision. The opponent's bronze spear stabbed in the air, his left knee was in severe pain, and his leg immediately went soft. Without pausing, the young warrior slammed into the other knee again. The enemy completely lost his center of gravity, fell into the water screaming in pain, and then hit the head again.

Shirot took a deep breath. Killing three people in a row, his strength was temporarily exhausted. A Tarasco warrior saw that he was cheap, he grinned grimly, stabbed a spear diagonally, and slammed into the young warrior's chest.

He heard the approaching wind, and long-term training played a role at this time. Shirot subconsciously turned sideways and blocked with his left arm. The bronze spear pierced the leather armor halfway diagonally, slashed his left arm, and then rubbed his chest, up to his right shoulder.

Shulot couldn't take care of the wound. He clamped the bronze spear with his right shoulder, preventing the opponent from pulling it out and stabbing it again. Then, he held the wooden pole in his left hand and shouted angrily.

"Come!"

The warrior on the opposite side swayed for a while, and then he half sank down, also exerting force at the same time. The two were separated by the spear and could not stand still for the time being.

Hearing His Highness' roar, the guards felt anxious. The three personal guards fought hard to get injured, and finally solved the opponent in front of them. Immediately, they rushed up and swung their weapons at the same time, smashing the enemy who was stalemate with His Highness into flesh.

Shirot was relieved. He slumped down on the boat with his spear tucked in and looked at Bertard. The samurai chief has already knocked down the remaining enemies. Then, the young commander turned his head and looked at the guards who wanted to get close to the bandage.

"Leave me alone! Row, don't stop!"

After killing the three small boats that attacked in a moment, the Mexican boat re-accelerated and fled to the Leman River in the north. Looking at the fate of the warriors rushing in front, more than a dozen Tarasco boats in the back hesitated for a while, patrolling and slowly approaching. The surrounding Mexican boats also approached, desperately blocking them, sheltering around His Highness's boat.

On the gorgeous boat, Russian spy's eyes are full of brilliance. He watched Bertard's single-person spear, stabbed four people to death one after another, then put on a battle stick, killed three people in an instant, and exclaimed loudly.

"What a peerless warrior! It should belong to me! Hurry, no matter how fast, the warriors will go paddle! Catch this longbow general, and everyone will reward ten boxes of bronzes!"

The warriors on the boat cheered loudly, and then went to the sides of the boat to join the rowing team one after another. There were only two bodyguards, armed with shields and short spears, guarding the regiment commander.

The legion commander's boat suddenly accelerated, like a giant bear that charged, mercilessly smashed the boats that were fighting on both sides, and headed straight for the Mexica boat at the forefront.

Hearing the cheers, Shirott looked over and saw an extraordinarily huge boat, carrying thirty Tarasco warriors, rapidly approaching. He looked at the round-faced aristocrat waving the spear and flag, recognizing the shouts from the wind, and vaguely heard "Peerless, catch, bow and arrow, reward, bronze..." The young commander's eyes suddenly lit up with anger.

Bertard looked around. The Mexica was gradually accelerating, but it was still some time before it reached its maximum speed. The big boat at the rear rushed to the front, already breaking the blockade behind the hall, and approaching rapidly. Once hit by this big boat, thirty Tarasco warriors rushed up at the same time, and everyone on the boat had no chance of survival.

Bertard glanced quickly, and then his eyes stayed in the middle of the boat, on the round-faced aristocrat wearing a purple helmet, shouting and waving the flag. The round-faced aristocrat was also looking at him with gleaming eyes. The warrior chief's eyes narrowed, then he threw away the battle stick, took off the longbow behind him, and swiftly put on the copper arrow.

With his eagle-like eyes, Bertard stared at the helmet of the enemy leader, pulled the longbow away quickly and steadily, and then shot an arrow like lightning!

Ospie kept watching the movements of the Great Bow Samurai. Seeing him take the bow in his hand and quickly set up the arrow, he felt bad. The "crocodile" aristocrat glanced left and right, immediately crouched down, stretched out his hand and pulled the nearest guard, blocking it in front of him.

There was a sound of "咻", and the long arrow made a sharp whistle and shot at it. It traversed an almost straight trajectory, passed a distance of thirty meters, and shot into the frightened cheek with a "chi", and then a "his" came out from the back of the head. Finally, there was a crisp "bang" sound, and the bronze arrow pierced the Russian helmet, almost piercing the inlaid copper.

The round-faced aristocrat was so shocked that he couldn't help himself. Years of experience in the battlefield made him subconsciously pick up the shield and cover it in front of him. Then there was another "duh" sound, and the long arrow shot through the shield, stuck on his left arm holding the shield, and strung the arm and the shield together.

The big boat was already approaching within 20 meters of the small boat, and the power of the longbow was almost unstoppable. Before getting close to the battle, the big bow warrior can shoot at least two arrows! His thoughts continued to turn, and Ospie roared loudly.

"Guard! Guard! Raise your shield!"

Hearing the shrill and hoarse cry of the legionnaire, the rowing samurai quickly put down their oars, picked up their shields from the ground, and eagerly escorted them in front of the noble lord. The speed of the big boat was visibly reduced rapidly.

The samurai chief hesitated slightly, then gave up the enemy leader who was hiding behind shields and meat shields. He deflected the target, drew three arrows in hand, and only half-drawn the bow with a small frame. Then, the sharp-shooting samurai chief shot three arrows at the rowers in single clothes, and the three fell upon hearing the sound.

Sherlot reacted quickly. Regardless of his still bleeding left arm, he also took the bow in his hand and shot it ajar at the rowing rowers. At a distance of 20 meters, even in a swaying ship, the young samurai can accurately hit the enemy. Long arrows pierced through unclothes, or plunged into the chests of rowers, or into the arms of the paddlers, causing them to cry out in agony.

Shulot just shot three arrows, and the ten paddlers had completely fallen to the ground, most of which were due to the samurai chief.

Ospie hid behind the warrior's shield and looked forward in shock through the gap in the human wall. Two warriors, one big and one small, shot arrows one after another, and the longbow let out a trembling "hum" sound. The sharp arrows came "whoosh", and the sharp ones took away life. The arrows were nailed to the wooden deck, and the tail feathers were still shaking.

"There really is such a strong bow! In front of it, the life of a samurai is like a blind fish living in a cave. He hasn't seen his target yet, he just hears the wind and shakes his tail fins to die! Terrible, really terrible!"

The legion commander endured the pain and muttered to himself. He hid behind the samurai's shield and let the speed of the boat slow down, gradually pulling away from the boat in front of him. Then, he reacted abruptly, raised the spear flag of command with his intact right arm, made a half circle to the left and right, and then pointed hard at the boat ahead.

After the gorgeous big boat, the big and small boats received the order. They accelerated one after another, gave up their entangled opponents, and rushed towards the Mexica boat at the forefront. The remaining two or three Mexica boats had no time to take care of their opponents and rushed to help His Highness.

A kestrel soared in the rain, attracted by the sound of the cry. It swept across with its sharp eagle eyes and saw a small boat floating in the forefront, dozens of small boats were chasing after them, and two large boats followed behind at a distance. It lowered its height, watching carefully the oars on the boat, the shining spear tips, and the falling figures from time to time.

A sharp arrow passed under the kestrel with a "swoosh", which startled it. Its eyes with dynamic vision chased after it, and it saw the bow of a small boat, a bipedal beast clutching its throat, swaying and falling into the river. The kestrel smelled the blood wafting in the air, sensed a deep danger, and fluttered its wings, straight into the high clouds.

On the river, the Tarasco boat that was chasing at the front immediately slowed down, and the warriors on the boat were in a hurry to check the captain who fell into the water. When they determined the location of the arrow, there was a deep chill in their hearts. The boat in front of you is carrying the messenger of the moon goddess, which can easily bring the samurai into the underworld! Afterwards, the sailors and samurai slowed down in their hands and quietly retreated behind the other boats.

Seeing the enemy with the arrow in the neck, and observing the enemy ship that was pushing back again, Shirot put down his longbow and nodded in satisfaction. In the battle of life and death, he gradually calmed down, and there was a vague breakthrough in archery. The young warrior's left arm has been bandaged, but it is only a superficial flesh wound. Although it is painful, it does not affect the fight. He looked forward and backward again, and the guards were flushed, and they had been rowing fast for more than two quarters, and it was estimated that they had already rowed ten miles.

After a while, another boat approached, and in a blink of an eye, it was within 20 meters. Shulot spat, and was about to shoot the arrow again. "Xuuuu", two consecutive arrows slid across the front, hitting the cheeks of the two samurai respectively, and the other side rolled over and fell. Bertard turned his head and nodded to the young warrior with a smile, his mouth showing indifferent confidence.

Shirot was stunned for a moment, then continued to shoot arrows. This time, he aimed at the enemy ship 30 meters away, waited for a moment, and at the moment when the boat was stable, he released his arrow and shot the arrow into the chest of the distant enemy. The samurai looked down in disbelief, watching blood seep from the pierced leather armor, then opened his mouth to say something, and fell on his back.

The young samurai looked at the samurai chief, and the two laughed at the same time. Although he was on the verge of life and death, he showed a majestic fighting spirit and arrogant self-confidence. A true samurai never fears death, he just tries his best to bloom!

On the big boat 60 meters away, Ospey's eyes widened, looking at the two longbow warriors laughing on the boat, he couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.

"Okay, very good! They actually killed dozens of my subordinates, they are two extremely brave warriors! It really suits my crocodile's family crest!"

The round-faced aristocrat has finished bandaging. At this time, his left arm is extremely painful, but his heart is full of the joy of seeing the wonderful battle~www.mtlnovel.com~ and the desire for outstanding warriors. He was standing in awe when another big boat was approaching.

A fully equipped Tarrasco captain bowed close, knelt down on one knee, and offered a longbow in both hands.

"Respected Russian captain, this is a longbow from another boat. These Mexica warriors are extremely tenacious! Most of them fought to their death, a few jumped to escape, two prisoners even killed themselves, we did not Catch alive."

Russian nodded and continued to admire.

"Okay, really brave warriors can bring out subordinates who are not afraid of death!"

Afterwards, the Legion Commander tied the longbow, placed it on his lap, and rubbed it carefully with his right hand, falling into deep thought.

After a while, a small ship of sentry hurried back, bringing new news.

"Captain, the support fleet of the Mexicans appeared on the Leman River in the northeast. From a distance, there were about a hundred ships."

Ospie looked at the river to the northeast. In the swaying wind and rain, many black dots flowed down the river, rushing here at full speed, it is estimated that the battle will take place in a quarter of an hour. He looked at the Mexican boat 60 meters ahead. The two warriors were still pulling arrows and bows. The sailors on the boat were rowing desperately, even faster than the fishermen in Mikancho!

The Russians looked around and sighed helplessly. There were not many ships moored in the fortress, and he only had nearly a hundred ships on hand, and he also damaged many samurai. The "crocodile" commander pressed the wound on his left arm, felt the stinging pain going down his bones, and finally said sharply.

"Blow the snail horn, the whole army retreats!"

The round-faced aristocrat widened his eyes and finally looked ahead. The two Mexica warriors, one big and one small, were still roaring and fighting, arrows like shooting stars. His eyes gleamed for a long time before he made up his mind.

"Such a warrior! One day, I will bring you all under my command!"

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