Aztec Eternals Chapter 177

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The setting sun is like blood, soaked in the lake that is also full of blood, such a magnificent picture, which is shocking. The warm wind is like fire, swept across the lake that is also spreading the fire, and it is such a passionate melody that makes people feel heroic.

At this moment, the fight is coming to an end, and the ending is already doomed! This is a decisive battle of unprecedented scale, bringing together the two most powerful naval forces in Central America. The outcome of this battle determines the strategic initiative up and down the Leman River, as well as the fate of the country and country of both sides of the Western Expedition!

For this battle, Shulot made the greatest preparations. He gathered 300 large boats and nearly 1,000 small boats, full of 20,000 soldiers. He brought with him a loyal battalion of personal guards, an elite direct royal regiment and a longbow militia skilled in shooting. He waited for a favorable time, chose the battlefield of the war, and activated the new weapons that had been hidden for a long time. The Mexicans have always placed emphasis on the army, and this is the largest fleet he can assemble!

For this battle, the Russian faction also made the greatest preparations. As people of the lake adept at water warfare, the Tarrascos have a stronger navy. The "crocodile" nobles conscripted all the warships up and down the Quetseo Lake District, the Chapala Lake District, and even the Leman River. He gathered a total of 400 large boats and more than 1,000 small boats, full of 25,000 warriors and militiamen who were good at water warfare. He occupies the advantage of warships and troops, descending rapidly from the upstream, and dispatched all over the country!

As the naval commander who has been in battle for decades, the Russian faction has not made any strategic mistakes. He concentrated the most advantageous troops, launched the fastest attack, and made advance precautions against the longbow, completely doing his best. In his calculation, the superior Tarasco Navy will win the decisive battle, which is also the biggest reason why he resolutely launched the decisive battle.

"Until new age weapons bring raging fire, and the Tarrasco Marines are in a long turmoil in fear of myth, we have no real chance of winning!"

Shulot stood on the high platform, and the flag of the black wolf fluttered fiercely. As a fledgling commander-in-chief, he reflected on the course of the entire war and learned from the enemy's marshals.

"Even in the face of the epoch-making gunpowder arrow, the Russian faction made the most correct response, and the whole army rushed forward without hesitation. He is a worthy opponent! In this battle, I actually won by luck. If the opponent I have seen the power of gunpowder arrows in advance, if Chapala's fleet hadn't escaped, if that arrow had hit me... But, there is no if in the war, I will win after all!"

Thinking of this, the young commander laughed loudly, with high spirits, and the joy of defeating a powerful enemy reverberated in his heart. In front of him was the collapsed "crocodile" flag, the enemy warriors fighting desperately, and the militia boats fleeing in all directions. After a grand and brutal battle, a glorious victory has finally arrived!

"The strategic purpose of this battle has been achieved, and the Mexica navy has since mastered the upper and lower Leman River. The navy accumulated for decades in Tarasco was destroyed, and the elite navy was completely destroyed!"

Xiulott looked around and saw that there were four hundred mighty Tarasco boats, of which less than ninety were able to escape at this time.

These large boats can carry forty people to fight, and the craftsmanship is complicated, so they can no longer be regarded as simple canoes. They need to cut down large wood for the keel, carefully handle the strong wood, and install various wooden components on the outside. In this age of low productivity, even with copper tools, the Tarrascos could not build any large boat in two or three months at once. At this time they also did not have a lot of manpower for shipbuilding. In other words, Tarrasco's naval losses could not be recovered in this war at all.

Along with the Tarrasco fleet were the samurai militia who were skilled in water warfare.

The young commander glanced around slightly, thinking in his heart. The more than 300 large boats and hundreds of small boats left by the Tarrascos on the battlefield meant the loss of more than 13,000 warriors and militiamen, along with 3,000 or 4,000 skilled sailors. After this battle, the estuary fortress will fall into absolute emptiness, which is a good opportunity to seize it!

Hundreds of large boats were burning on the lake, countless enemy boats fled south, and the navy boats on both wings began to actively pursue. The long wind brought warmth to the face, and in the sound of the wind there were vague fighting and cheers.

Shilot admired this magnificent scene. At this moment, he was full of pride and incomparable joy, like drinking strong wine, galloping on the battlefield, and wielding troops to destroy the enemy. There is nothing more refreshing about a boy than this!

After a while, the sound of fighting in front gradually weakened, and the cheers of the samurai suddenly became louder. After a while, Anatri came proudly by boat. Holding the broken half-pole flag in one hand and dragging a bound samurai captive in the other, she strode to the high platform of the coach.

"His Royal Highness, this battle is a great victory! I, Anatri, the source of the river, offer you the banner of the commander-in-chief of the enemy army!"

The female warrior saluted. Immediately, she stepped forward and threw the broken "crocodile" handsome flag onto the commander's high platform.

Xiulote lowered his head slightly, looking at the damaged "crocodile" flag, withered feathers on the tip of the flag, and dark patterns stained with blood. It was the handsome flag of the big boat that had chased him! He stared for a moment, and instead of picking it up, he burst out laughing.

"Very good! Anatri, my brave commander of the navy, from now on the navy will traverse the river without any enemy blocking it. Now, you are 'the only source of the Leman River!'"

Hearing this, Anatri was slightly startled, bowed his head respectfully and saluted. She readily accepted the title bestowed by His Highness, and acquiesced to a closer affiliation. Then, she stood up and dragged the samurai captive behind her to the front of His Highness. Afterwards, the female samurai kicked the opponent's back knee with two precise feet, and the prisoner threw himself to the ground, unable to stand up for a while.

"His Royal Highness, this is the commander-in-chief of the enemy's clan, as well as the samurai chief of the clan's warriors. What is he called herring? He is very capable of fighting. He led the clan's warriors to the death of the rear of the palace, and only then did the enemy's commander-in-chief escape... by the way, shoot. The dark arrow that wounded the Knight Commander of the Holy Eagle was what he did!"

Having said this, the female warrior raised her foot again angrily and swiftly kicked the captive's waist. This is the key point of the fragile human body. "Herring" Kuruza instantly curled up in pain, biting his teeth through his lips, and said nothing.

Shulot nodded, and there was a cloud of smoke covering the battlefield in front of him from time to time. Although he noticed the boats fleeing behind the enemy ships, the former army was blocked by the family warriors who were desperately behind, and soon lost the trace of the "crocodile" nobles. He ordered the two-wing boats to pursue and search, but he didn't really care about the results.

The Chapala fleet fled downstream without engaging in combat, apparently demoralized and unable to support the estuary fortress in a short period of time. The Russians abandoned their flagship and fled alone, without affecting the battle situation. The "crocodile" nobles lost their main naval force and elite warriors, and even if they managed to escape back to the estuary fortress, they would no longer be able to form a naval force that would threaten Mexica's food route.

Shulot no longer thought about it, and carefully looked at the samurai captives in front of him. Although this prisoner was smoky with smoke, he could still see the ferocity and ferocity in his bones.

The young commander looked towards the lake, where there were still sporadic Tarasco boats desperately resisting, and they should all be the most loyal family warriors. He pondered for a moment, then spoke flatly.

"The most important warrior in the alliance. Since you are a family knight who is good at fighting, are you willing to surrender?"

Hearing this, Kuruza raised his head and stared at Marshal Mexica who had defeated the head of the family. He was surprised by the youth of the other party, and again remembered the almost successful pursuit. His expression changed for a long time, and finally he sighed in pain.

"It's you! If the day continues... how can there be today..."

Shirot smiled faintly.

"Herring, the alliance's ambition is in the world! This western expedition will completely conquer the Tarasco Kingdom. If you surrender at this time and make a contribution in the western expedition, you will be able to create your own glorious family!"

Hearing this, Kuruza felt a chill in his heart, but his expression became colder.

"The kingdom has been established for hundreds of years, and the Prepecha people have been inherited for thousands of years, and will never be destroyed by the hands of the Aztec barbarians! I will never betray my loyal family master and submit to the messenger of the Ability God!"

Shirot looked calm and shook his head gently. The Prepechas and the Mexicans are of the same lineage. They are actually descendants of the Northwest Canine branch, and even the language is very similar. He stared at the other party's expression, and asked in a deep voice after a while.

"The most important warrior in the alliance. Before heading to the kingdom of God, do you have anything else to say?"

Kurucha nodded to confirm and answered in a deep voice.

"His Royal Highness Ability God, please allow me to think of a poem dedicated to the gods."

Shiloh nodded slightly and waited calmly. Anatri also showed admiration. The samurai died calmly, which was most in line with the aesthetics of the Mexicans.

After a while, Kuruza straightened up and looked up at the sky with a faint smile.

"The body of a samurai is like a luscious white perch. It is time to die in the most glorious season. O high sun god, I will dedicate myself to you, please **** lusciousness!"

Hearing this poem, the surrounding samurai all looked in admiration.

Shirot nodded again, and then ordered calmly.

"Give him an honorable death!"

Two senior samurai came up from both sides and dragged Kuruza to another boat. Then, one of the warriors held him down firmly, while the other took out the obsidian dagger that was sacrificed. After a while, the samurai who executed the execution returned respectfully, knelt down in front of the hall on one knee, holding his peaceful head in both hands.

Sherlot finally glanced at the calm face and chanted an ancient poem in a low voice.

"Samurai is like a withered flower, going to the kingdom of God calmly and indifferently."

Then, the young commander had a solemn expression and shouted in awe.

"Put your head on the flag of the enemy commander, recruit and surrender the enemy warriors who are still stubbornly resisting, and deter all Tarasco prisoners!"

The samurai who executed the execution gave a respectful salute, grabbed the damaged "crocodile" flag, and walked away quickly.

Then, the young commander waved the flag again and gave the order loudly.

"The two-winged big boats and small boats went upstream, chasing the fleeing enemy boats! The front boats surrounded the stubborn enemy boats, and those who didn't want to surrender shot their bows and arrows! The back boats salvaged the drowning warriors and put out the small Talas. Ke Dazhou, treat the wounded and slightly injured prisoners of our army! The rest of the flagships are around, follow me to count the battle situation!"

Following Shulot's order, the loud horn sounded again, like a declaration of victory. A messenger boat scattered to pass. Soon, the Marine Division of Mexica, like a huge feathered snake, spread out its wings, roaring and chasing upstream.

It was only at this point that Anatri bowed his head slightly and asked softly.

"His Royal Highness, how is the injury of the holy eagle samurai captain?"

Shirot pondered for a moment and smiled.

"Burtard is behind, and there is no danger of life. Anatri, you go and see one or two on my behalf."

The female warrior readily agreed, bowed her head, and hurried away. She trotted fast on the swaying deck and found her target in no time.

The samurai chief was lying stiffly on the cotton blanket, his sturdy upper body half exposed, and the back of the arrow was wrapped in white cloth. There was a little blood on the white cloth. It seemed that the wound had been treated and the blood had been stopped.

Anatly looked carefully at the location of the wound before putting on a proud look and asked aloud.

"Captain Holy Eagle, Your Highness asked me to visit you. Are you in serious trouble?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Bertard slowly raised his head and looked at the female warrior calmly.

"Annatri, I'm not in serious trouble. The priest with the army has already checked it. Although the arrow penetrated deep into the flesh, the damage to the muscles and bones was not large. I didn't cough up blood, and my lungs were not damaged. Don't worry... Anna , you are the captain of the navy army, hurry up and command the navy army to fight and chase down the remaining enemies!"

Hearing the damage to the muscles and bones, Anatri stepped forward and carefully examined Bertard's back. The samurai chief was in pain again, gritted his teeth, and sweated slightly on his forehead.

After a while, the female warrior stood up proudly and said loudly.

"I have the herbs inherited from the clan, and I will be brought to you later. You are one of the few warriors who can compare with me. The wound must be fully healed, so that it will not be boring in the future!"

Then, the corners of Anatri's mouth were upturned and his eyes narrowed, leaving Bertard with an illusory smile, and turned away without hesitation.

"When you recover from your injury, I'll check your martial arts again!"

The long wind howled and the light boat galloped until night fell. Hundreds of mexican boats headed all the way south, still chasing the enemy, lighting the dots of torches in the distance. And on the dark Yuriria Lake, there are still boats burning on the lake. The flashing torches and the burning boat correspond to the stars in the sky, reflecting the most splendid night scene in the Middle Ages.

Shulot sat cross-legged on the high platform, watching the fireworks of the night. Samurai who searched the battlefield continued to come and report respectfully. There were also many nobles and nobles from the enemy army who were escorted and immediately imprisoned. As the commander-in-chief, all military information is gathered here, and all decisions are issued from here.

The young commander smiled and nodded. He sincerely praised the courageous fighting of the generals, calmly determined the final fate of the captives, and calmly accepted the reverence from the hearts of the warriors.

It was not until dawn the next day that the final results were counted. In this battle, the Mexica Marines captured nearly a hundred damaged Tarasco boats, and the remaining two hundred or so were turned into torches that burned all night. The navy itself also lost forty or fifty large boats. Now there are three hundred and fifty large ships in total, half of which need to be repaired on the return journey. The boats are relatively well preserved, with hundreds of them captured before and after, and now there are 1,200.

In the dim morning light, Lake Yuriria was dyed a light red, with leather or cloth corpses floating on the water, countless large carnivorous fish smelling blood, and dead wood-like crocodiles biting and floating in the water. In this war, the casualties of the enemy are innumerable.

Sherlot could only estimate from the fleeing enemy troops. Tarrasco's army plus navy, a total of about 25,000 people. The Chapala fleet that fled north had eighty boats, hundreds of small boats, about five thousand people on and off, half warriors and half militiamen. Only hundreds of small boats fled south, and it is estimated that there are more than 3,000 militiamen. The prisoners captured before and after were five hundred warriors and two or three thousand militiamen. Well, the enemy lost a full 14,000 warriors, militias, and sailors, and the entire legion was wiped out!

In the water battle, except for the commander-in-chief who was guarded by everyone, ordinary warriors had almost no way out. Once a boat is engaged in a battle, it is always until one side is killed, so it is extremely cruel. The casualties of the Mexica navy were also quite numerous, mainly concentrated in the fatal assault of a hundred ships sent by Russia. Nearly 1,000 Longbow militiamen, thousands of sailors, and more than 2,000 royal warriors were killed before and after the navy. Thousands of others were injured and needed a good life to recuperate~www.mtlnovel.com~ After learning the number of casualties, Shulot was silent for a moment. He spent half a day, in accordance with the tradition of the Mexica, held a grand ceremony on the water.

In the ethereal singing of the priests accompanying the army, dozens of nobles of Tarasco were sacrificed to the supreme god, and dozens of crocodiles were sacrificed to the underwater rain god. Tens of thousands of Mexican warriors knelt down on the deck, loudly praising the victory bestowed by the Lord God, and praying for the opening of the gate of the kingdom of God. And in the main prayer of the young priest, the Lord God will lead the souls of the dead to the peaceful and beautiful red country!

After calming the hearts of the army, Shulot no longer paused. He left badly wounded samurai and militiamen in the nearby village of Otomi, and left a navy to take over the looting Otomi legions. Immediately, the army traveled day and night to return to the wooden fort on the north bank.

On the wall of the main castle, the flags of the Holy City family were still flying high. Seirot and his father had a separate meeting to make a decision. He left the samurai army directly under the war in the wooden fort to cultivate, and asked his father to take charge of the subsequent awards and reorganization, and to step up repairing the damaged boat. Afterwards, he asked Anatri to work tirelessly to lead some of the intact navy to return east, transport the next batch of food, and then receive the reinforcements promised by the northern general.

Immediately, Shirott dispatched 10,000 warriors and 8,000 spear militiamen who had rested for many days, brought 5,000 Otomi Minfu, and launched an attack again. The main legion was in a strict formation, carrying a longbow, a crossbow, a battle stick and a bronze spear. The people were diligent and diligent, towing small catapults and simple shield vehicles. The craftsmen looked nervous, carrying new weapons that were kept in airtightness, and gunpowder raw materials that had not been assembled. The young commander did not stop, concentrated all his forces, and did not give the Tarrascos any time to gather their forces!

However, in a few days, more than 20,000 Mexican troops crossed the Henan and besieged the estuary fortress. The northern front was completely shaken!

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