Aztec Eternals Chapter 174

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Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it is the end of September. The weather is getting brighter, the corn in the fields has grown into a cob, and the final harvest is coming.

Ospie stood on the wall of the estuary fortress, looking at the Leman River running all the way, but could not see the shadow of the Mexica fleet.

He frowned in thought. According to the scout's latest investigation, the enemy camps on the north bank are full of armored warriors with shields, swords, and many working militiamen. On the wooden fort in the center, the flags of the Holy City of Mexica are flying high. There are tens of thousands of enemy samurai, and it seems that there is no change from before.

"But the main force of the enemy navy is missing."

The "crocodile" noble raised his head, looked at the sunny sky, and muttered to himself.

Beside him, "Turkey" Kukuna hesitated for a long time, but still made a suggestion.

"Respected Russian commander, the commander-in-chief of Mexica on the opposite side should not be underestimated. The main force of the enemy's navy probably did not return to the east, but was lurking somewhere downstream, ready to ambush the supporting Lu or navy at any time. !"

Ospie rolled his eyes and said loudly.

"Turkey, I'm old, do you want to teach me this kind of thing?! The Otomi people on the north shore are familiar with the terrain, and they can hide the warriors and navy of Mexica everywhere. The Otomi warriors are harassing downstream, but It's a fishing bait. The fisherman is right behind, waiting for us to take the bait!"

Facing the power of the Marshal of the North, Kukuna looked nervous. He Nuo Nuo said yes, and continued to persuade in a low voice.

"Captain, why do you have to fight with the Mexicas? The other side doesn't dare to penetrate the Sakapu army and reveal the long back road. We will just guard the fortress and wait for the enemy to attack!"

Hearing this, Ospie roared with anger on his face. This anger was not directed at Kukuna.

"The feathers of Chapala are fighting all day long, and I can't hold back! More and more nobles are being executed, and batches of local leaders who have fled have asked me to send troops to expel the raging Otomi people. My officers at all levels are also fighting! If I don't fight again, when this battle is over, I will completely lose the support of the local nobles. At that time, the king may not be able to keep me, and he may not be willing to Protect me!"

Hearing these profound words, Kukuna was startled. He pondered for a moment, then spoke terrified.

"Captain, the enemy's longbow is ferocious! Faced with their bow and arrow superiority, there is no certainty of victory in the water battle!"

Having said this, the anger of Ospie gradually disappeared. He still looked up and laughed proudly.

"I was personally shot by the opponent's big bow warrior, how could I not take precautions?"

Head of Crocodile turned around and looked at the burly warrior not far behind. This is the blood-stained warrior who captured the Mexica longbow during the last pursuit.

"Herring Kurucha, is the boat I made you remodel completed?"

Kurucha's face was stern and his expression fierce, and he bowed his head respectfully to answer at this time.

"Respected regiment commander, thousands of militiamen rushed to work day and night, and all 400 large boats were rebuilt and ready to go to battle!"

Hearing this, Ospie nodded in satisfaction. He looked at Kukuna and ordered loudly.

"Kukuna, take the militia to guard the fortress! Don't worry about the enemy's longbow, I have never let the boat go into battle, just to surprise the Mexicans!"

Afterwards, the "Crocodile" noble once again looked at the clear sky and laughed confidently.

"Since the fishermen want to fish, let them catch a crocodile and see who is eating who!"

On the second day, the water gate of the estuary fortress was fully opened, and the Tarrasco Navy finally made a big move. After searching extensively in the Chapala Lake area, Ospie now has a full 400 large boats and more than 1,000 small boats! He gathered all the northern warships, with eight thousand warriors, including the Chapala Corps, more than ten thousand militiamen, and more than six thousand sailors. The whole army came out in full force, surging westward.

The Marshal of the North is full of pride. He has the upper reaches and also has the advantage of ships and troops. At this time, it is necessary to cut off the return of the Mexican Navy, launch a decisive battle, and completely annihilate the predicted main force of the enemy Navy!

The light boat traveled quickly, sending extremely urgent information. Soon, in the Mexica fleet on Lake Yuriria, Shilot suddenly stood up. He looked at the bright red sunset, and also at the upper reaches of the big river in the southeast. The enemy navy was only a day away.

The young commander was surprised, he didn't expect the other's commander to be so decisive. If you don't go out, it's already gone. As soon as you go out, the whole army will press on, moving like thunder! He quickly gathered the warriors stationed on the shore, recalled the sub-fleet looted on the south bank overnight, concentrated all his strength, and prepared to fight.

A day later, the Mexica navy was assembled at Lake Yuriria. Shulot commanded three hundred large boats and nearly a thousand small boats, which were densely covered on the lake. The mighty fleet was carrying 8,000 elite warriors, 3,000 longbow militiamen, 5,000 commoner sailors, and more than 300 Otomi warriors hurriedly summoned, waiting quietly on the calm lake.

When the autumn sun rises in the sky, the golden sun shines brightly, and the boundless Tarasco fleet appears in the southeast of the upper reaches of the river. The coaches of the two sides had a tacit understanding, and the two largest fleets in Central America finally met on Lake Yuriria at the end of September. A battle to decide the fate of the world is here!

The fleets of the two sides gradually approached, and the flags of the commanders looked at each other from afar. To the southeast is the flying crocodile flag, a symbol of the primordial crocodile Sipaktelli that devoured the earth. To the northwest is the flying black wolf flag, representing the Mexica **** of death, Shulotel, who enlightens the sky. Crocodile versus black wolf, the huge fleet covered the entire Yuriria Lake, the battle sticks and bronze spears flickered coldly, this will be a battle of myths!

Shulot stood on the flagship's altar, with a solemn and dignified expression. He was wearing a full set of Chinese clothes, with a dazzling feather crown on his head, and behind him was a big flag planted on a high platform. At this moment, the young commander looked at the larger fleet on the opposite side, and swallowed his saliva indistinctly.

"Bottard, you say, is my battle a little risky?"

Shulot tilted his head slightly and looked at the warrior chief beside him, vaguely nervous.

Bertard's expression was calm. He asked softly.

"Your Highness, this battle is a decisive battle that you have planned for a long time. After preparing for so long, are you sure?"

The young commander raised his head, looked at the bright sky, and nodded slowly.

"What a beautiful sunny day!"

Afterwards, Shilot looked around the fleet again. Hundreds of large boats unfolded with the flagship as the center, and nearly a thousand small boats were interspersed between the wings. The warriors clenched their long bows and held battle sticks with a solemn expression, which was a reassuring force. With a spear in hand, Anatri stood proudly on the gorgeous boat with the flag of the deputy commander behind him. She is in the front line of the fleet, orderly directing the mobilization of the boat, this is the trustworthy captain of the navy!

"The weather is favorable, the strength of the troops seems to be different, and the morale of the army is high."

Shilote thought for a moment, then looked at Bertard again, his expression already calm. He finally nodded lightly, smiling confidently.

"In that case, let's fight!"

On the calm lake, the fleets of the two sides gradually began to form battle formations. In the water battles of this era, large canoes are at the heart of the battle formation. Each large boat can carry up to 40 people, and it has an absolute advantage in the face of small boats. Small boats are fish groups that surround the big boat, moving flexibly, each carrying eight people.

The three hundred large boats of the Mexica fleet are loosely arranged, the formation is linearly drawn, and the thickness is only a few layers. The fleet was very large and divided into two distinct groups. The commander of the front line is the captain of the navy, and there are more melee warriors and fewer longbowmen on the boat. The flanking boats were harassed by longbow militiamen and sailors. In the back line, the flag of the coach was flying, and a row of large boats unfolded linearly, densely covered with longbow warriors.

The Talas fleet consists of four hundred large boats, which are well-formed and well-trained. These large boats are very close, which is convenient for the charge of the group and takes the advantage of the local battlefield. The overall width of the formation is not large, and the depth is very thick.

Osprey stands on the flagship of the center. He looked at the formation opposite, and first laughed in front of the generals.

"Mexicans don't understand water warfare, this battle is blessed by gods, our army will win!"

Then, he speculated in his heart, and smiled. The formation of the enemy navy should be convenient for the power of the bow and arrow, but unfortunately he was prepared for it.

The opening of the water battle is the exploration of the boat. Hundreds of small boats sped out, staggered and killed in front of the big boats on both sides, colliding and dumping.

In the center of the battle field, hundreds of small boats were unavoidable and collided with each other. The militiamen and sailors immediately picked up their weapons, shouted loudly, and fought hard. The spear and the dagger clashed, and from time to time, bright red blooms, dipping the clear lake. The sharp weapon "pu chi" pierced into the body, screaming and screaming without being aware of it, and the two sides entangled each other and died.

On the flanks of the battle, the Mexica boats roamed nimbly, and the tribal hunters on board gave full play to their bows and arrows. "Xuuuuuu!" Twenty steps away, several tribal hunters on the boat fired arrows at the same time. The arrows are like electricity, and they are shot from between the enemy's shields in an instant. The two Tarrasco paddlers fell down, splashing blood on the boat, and the boat suddenly stalled. The militiamen on the boat had to put down their bronze spears and approached clumsily with their oars, before being shot down again mercilessly.

The Russian on the flagship observed for a moment, frowning slightly.

Shields were installed on both sides of the Tarrakos boat, but they could not be completely covered. The enemy's bows and arrows are extremely accurate, and their losses are significantly larger. In the battle of the boats, the navy gradually fell behind.

Judging that Xiaozhou could not win, the "crocodile" noble no longer hesitated. Immediately, he waved the flag and ordered the boat to approach. The drums of war rang, and Tarasco's boats were all refitted, with a large number of wooden shields nailed on the sides, and wooden sheds built on the sides to resist the powerful longbow.

Dozens of Tarasco boats rushed in first, and hundreds of arrows "bang bang" were nailed to the shields and wooden sheds, but they could not cause any damage. The Mexica's boat had to quickly back side and scattered away.

In the distant rear of Mexica, Xiulote stood on the high platform of the big boat, watching the small boats in the front line unable to retreat, and the enemy's big boats attacked strongly. He was surprised for a moment, and finally saw the shape of the reconstruction of the enemy's boat. The young commander was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily.

"What a surprise! In this battle, the enemy commander will take the lead!"

Tarrasco's large boat group gradually approached, approaching the Mexican boat group, until about a hundred paces. With an unusually loud trombone, the enemy's large boat group suddenly exerted force, and the rowers rowed desperately and began to charge!

Anatri waved the spear flag quickly, the sound of the retreating conch horn sounded, the Mexican boat swiftly escaped in the opposite direction, and the loose large boat at the rear began to turn and move back.

The Russians were secretly confused, and the morale of the Mexican sailors was still good, and it was impossible for them to collapse at a touch. He waved the flag, and he would mobilize a fast boat to attack and contain the enemy.

A faint flame suddenly flickered on the opposite side. The large boat in Mexica had already crossed the hull, and rows of archers stretched their bowstrings, then shot arrows vigorously, and a low "hum" sounded. Afterwards, thousands of rockets with just lit cardboard shells, like burning meteors, came quickly! The rocket flew over fifty paces, nailed to the wooden sides, to the wooden shield, to the wooden ceiling. The continuous "duo duo" sound is sharp and harsh, like the announcement of the **** of death!

Then, Ospie knows what a really dazzling meteor is and what a brilliant firework is! Countless flames burst and ignited, and the bright fire stinged both eyes. The scorching smoke rose rapidly, and the smell of burning sulfur hit it, like the mouth of a demon erupting from the volcanic crater in the west!

In front of the head of the "crocodile" is a fire that will never be forgotten. The shacks are burning, the shields are burning, the boats are burning, the samurai are burning in leather armor, the militiamen are burning in commoner clothes... Everything is burning, this is the burning world of death! The warriors and militiamen, like human-shaped torches, let out shrill screams and jumped into the lake in desperation~www.mtlnovel.com~ and there were even flaming rockets on the splashed lake.

Mexica's rockets volleyed again. However, after a few breaths, even more blazing flames erupted in the sky, igniting dozens of Tarasco boats again!

Facing this sudden burst of blows, the Tarasco Navy instantly fell into shock and fear. The raging flames burn hot, the pungent smoke engulfs the boat, and the detonating rocket can even float on the water! The samurai, militia, and sailors collectively lost their voices for a moment, and then howled in panic.

"The enemy has summoned the gods, and the pagan **** of fire has descended!"

The samurai raced on the boat in a panic, looking at the captain's flagship, looking forward to their own gods.

"These are the demons of the volcanoes of the west, and they will devour everything!"

The militiamen shivered, dropped their weapons, and crawled on the deck to avoid the choking smoke.

"This is the spirit of fire, able to burn on water!"

The sailors turned in panic and were about to run away desperately, but they collided with the big boat behind.

Only the well-informed general was a little calmer. They recognized the smell of smoke and recalled the flames of priestly prayers. Then, they thought of the name of the commander-in-chief on the other side, and finally came to a realization and shouted sharply.

"It's Death! He will use Nether Fire!"

Not far away, Giova, who was on the boat, was shocked. He looked at the flames that did not belong to this era, and muttered incredulously to himself.

"The original god, could it be that the young man... no, could it be that my eldest brother really possesses the power of divinity?!"

The raging fire burned on the lake, and the turbulent heat wave turned into a strong wind, blowing the flag of the Mexica coach. Under the dazzling sunlight, the black wolf on the flag roared up to the sky, and the commander-in-chief under the flag shone brightly. Xiulote looked solemn, like the incarnation of the gods, staying in everyone's heart.

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