Aztec Eternals Chapter 197

"Aztec Eternal (

The golden sunlight fell on the bright red battlefield, like the eyes of the gods, watching the live sacrifices. Zhentian's screams of killing suddenly sounded, as if the sacrificial ceremony of the gods, instantly reached a climax.

Sherlot looked around. The two legions are like dueling warriors, holding the weapons in their hands tightly, and in the murderous gaze, they have already entered the most dangerous distance!

On the left and right flanks of the outermost perimeter, 2,000 warriors from the western city-state each faced the 4,000 Chapala militia. The enemy's militia shouted loudly, approached within thirty paces, and threw a wave of javelins mixed with stone and wood. The dull sound of breaking through the air came, knocking down dozens of Mexica warriors.

In the face of the enemy's attack, the warriors of the Western State couldn't hold back any longer. Holding up their battle sticks, they let out a staggered cry, and like a pack of wolves, they suddenly launched a charge!

The big and small nobles of various states rushed in front, carrying various battle flags, and skillfully waving the black shining stone battle stick. They slashed powerfully, slashing the enemy's chest with force, and incising a one-meter-long wound. They smashed with precision, hitting the enemy's head with precision, hitting them in various skewed shapes. From time to time, they will knock the enemy to the ground, then hold the battle stick high, aim it at the enemy's neck, and carry out a deterrent execution!

At this time, the family samurai of the nobles will be around. While protecting the head of the family, they paid attention to the ritual of honor. Whenever a blood flower blooms, the nobles raise their weapons high again, and the warriors burst into cheers of applause, covering up the shrill and echoing screams. This is an ancient battlefield ritual used to prove the personal bravery of the nobility, similar to the honor symbol of capturing prisoners!

However, even in the face of the Mexica warriors, the Chapala militia was quite brave, with a dog-like will to fight to the death.

A young Troikamban nobleman knocked down the militia in front of him with a stick. Immediately, he stopped charging, looked around, and the surrounding family warriors gathered around. The young noble looked at the enemy who was struggling on the ground, and carelessly put down the battle stick and took out the more glorious obsidian dagger. Then, he took a step forward, raised the flashing dagger high, knelt down on one knee under the gaze of everyone, and slammed into the enemy's heart!

The militiamen on the ground suddenly tumbled, avoiding the daggers that were pierced. The dagger pierced deeply into the soil, making a slight "puff" sound. The young aristocrat lost his hands, and was shocked. A pair of powerful hands attacked from his side. The wounded militiamen hugged the nobleman tightly, then opened his mouth without hesitation, avoiding the sturdy leather armor, and biting on the The neck of a young noble!

The young noble screamed "Ah", let go of the dagger in his hand, and desperately pushed the militia on him. A young family samurai rushed forward hurriedly, waved his stick indiscriminately, and struck the militiamen. Under the pain, the militiaman exerted his force with a ferocious expression, his teeth "clicked" together, blood dripped from his mouth, and the screams of the nobles suddenly became sharp.

Another old family warrior frowned slightly, pushed aside the young warrior blocking the front, and pulled out the dagger from his waist. He accurately pierced the back of the militiaman, but when he stirred it hard, the militiaman lost all strength and soon became motionless. The warriors quickly pinched the militiaman's jaw, carefully opened his teeth, and dragged him off the young noble's body. The nobleman's voice was extremely weak, and the blood hole on his neck was flowing vigorously, dyeing the family flag behind him, and there was no sound for a moment.

Looking at the great nobles who died in battle, the family warriors looked at each other in dismay, silent for a while on the fierce battlefield. The old family warrior turned and looked at the young family warrior.

"Izel, why didn't you use a dagger to help your brother just now, but swiped at random with a stick?"

"Respected samurai chief, this is my first battle, I only remember your teaching: on the battlefield, you must firmly hold the battle stick in your hand, and don't let it go until you die!"

Iszel replied respectfully, but there was some relaxation in his expression.

The samurai captain stared deeply at Izel, then looked around, and said quickly in a low voice.

"The head of the family is far away in Trocamp. The eldest son of the direct line died gloriously on the battlefield of the Tarasco people and went to the infinitely beautiful kingdom of God. Now, let the descendant Izer take over the family's back flag. , continue the unfinished battle of gods!"

There is no hesitation on the battlefield, and the fighting continues. The Chapala militiamen waved their stone hammers and battle sticks, and rushed up almost frantically, entangled with the warriors of the Western State. The militia fell quickly, and occasionally samurai were besieged to death. The screams of the sky echoed around, and the true warriors were determined in the battle.

In the corner of the battlefield, the family warriors nodded silently, and Iszel happily took off his brother's back flag, quickly tied his body, and took the first step in his life!

In the center of the battlefield, two weapons of the new era will also burst into the first roar on the battlefield!

On the platform a few meters high, Xiulote looked towards the two wings, listening to the fierce fighting in the wind, frowning slightly.

In the face of the militia attack, the city-state warriors on both flanks launched a charge without authorization and fell into a tangled battle. It is difficult for the big and small nobles of various states to command, and they are still carrying out ancient and outdated battlefield etiquette in the fierce war. Even though he was the supreme marshal, he had nothing to do with this group of city-state nobles.

"The Chapala militia is indeed very fierce, and the city-state warriors are really hard to rely on! ... Fortunately, I have a thunder that is really worth relying on, the truth that is about to dominate the world!"

Thinking of this, the young commander smiled and looked forward. The wooden frame of the two wooden cannons was finally fixed, the muzzles of the cannons were aimed at the enemy warriors on the hill, and the gunners raised small red flags. Then, he looked at Xiaoqiu, and under the flag of "Feather", the Chapala warriors formed a tight formation and assumed a stable defensive posture.

Shulot no longer hesitated, and boldly waved the command flag in his hand, pointing to the hill where the enemy marshal was located. The piercing copper whistle blew immediately, and the gunner of the artillery team quickly lit the fuse, then covered his ears and crouched two steps away from the wooden cannon.

"Boom!!!" A roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth suddenly exploded, causing all the fierce fighting to be silent in an instant. Just after taking the first step in his life, Iser leaned down in horror amid the terrifying sound of Thor's roar. Lying on the ground, he raised his head tremblingly and looked at the god-given weapon that had just roared.

In the huge roar, the gun body jumped back suddenly, and a faint smoke rose from the muzzle, like a roaring beast. This is the second time he has seen a god-given weapon show its power, and he always feels that it is a living creature that can move, just like the legendary monster with divine power. Iszel couldn't help lowering his head, silently praying to the spirit monster.

"The divine beast of thunder, please grant me the victory of the battle and let me succeed the position of the head of the family!"

The roaring wooden cannon fired a piercing stone bullet, with majestic prestige, over a distance of fifty paces, and banged the middle army in Chapala!

The shot shot flew, knocking down the four or five warriors in the front line in an instant. The powerful stone bullets penetrated the sturdy leather armor, pierced the soft body, and smashed the unprotected face. Before the warriors could utter a groan, they slanted to the ground in tatters, oozing out a large pool of red. Then, like the heavy rain in the rainy season, the scattered stones hit the warriors within a dozen steps around, making a continuous "bang-bang" sound, splashing a cloud of smoke and dust.

Faced with weapons that span the ages, Chapala warriors are shocked. They listened to the thunder-like sound, and with unknown fear, they stared at the roaring and smoking divine beast dozens of steps away! At this moment, no one really paid attention to the number of casualties, they were just screaming in their hearts.

"What's this?!"

Chapala's "feather" commander was at a loss, pointed at the wooden cannon directly opposite, and asked loudly in panic.

"Priest! What is this? Demon of the Mexicans?!"

No one answered the marshal's inquiry, only panicked shouts and hurried prayers. Immediately afterwards, there was another roaring thunder, and the second wooden cannon was slightly aimed and shot directly at the handsome flag on the hill! The splashing stone bullets passed through a distance of seventy paces and violently bombarded the rear of the samurai. This time the shot was a little farther away and did not cause effective damage. Several warriors in front of them, holding high arrow-proof shields, were knocked to the ground by the incoming shotgun. Then, they rolled randomly on the ground, the cotton armor was inlaid with stone bullets that did not penetrate, and they shouted in fear.

Amid the thunderous sound, the surrounding samurai knelt down in fear and prayed loudly to the roaring divine beast. The splashed soil flew ten steps away, splashing Peng Guali's face. Marshal "Feather" suddenly fell to the ground, still pointing his finger forward, still shouting in fear.

"Evil! Demon of the Mexicans!"

With the sound of two cannonballs of the shaking era, only a dozen Chapala warriors fell to the ground and were injured, but tens of thousands of people were shocked and lost their souls!

Centering on the location of the wooden cannon, Chapala's samurai and militiamen panicked and fell into chaos. Many samurai knelt on the spot, dropped their weapons, and prayed to the enemy's beasts in horror! More warriors showed fear and bewilderment~www.mtlnovel.com~ their whole bodies were weak and bowed their heads, praying for the forgiveness of the three gods! As soon as the scattered militiamen gathered in the rear, they were shocked by the sound of the cannons, and they were on the verge of collapse again! On the far periphery, the Mexica warriors and the Chapala militia stopped at the same time and looked at the center of the army formation in awe, in awe of everything in front of them!

The sound of the cannons roared, echoing between the heaven and the earth. The Mexica Legion in the center was ready, and there was a burst of loud cheers.

"The Lord God is coming, bestowing the supreme divine power! The divine might is invincible, and the divine battle will be won!!!"

The cheers began first with the devout Divine Blessed Legion, followed by the zealous Temple Guard, then the excited knights, and finally to the well-organized Legion of Pikes. In the cheers of the Mexicans, the morale of the Chapala Legion dropped again, and the warriors turned their heads in extreme anxiety, looking at the majestic commander, looking at the sacred priesthood, waiting for their explanation.

Sherlot looked around quickly. The wooden cannon is being reloaded, and it will take close to a quarter of an hour to fire again. The morale of the Mexica Legion is at its peak, the enemy's morale is at its lowest, and the charge is now!

The young commander made a decision. He raised the fluttering spear flag, circled it vigorously, and then pointed forward decisively!

The low war drums rang rapidly, accompanied by the high-pitched flute. The Mexica Legion burst into a violent roar, like a hunting jaguar, charging the prey ahead!

The Quds Force held their battle sticks high, shouting and rushing to the front. They violently rushed into the front line of the Chapala Central Army. The Chapala warriors in the front row dropped their weapons and hardly made any resistance. They just knelt down and prayed desperately, and were violently smashed to the ground by the holy city warriors. From the neck without armor, they were killed on the spot. The holy city warriors showed no mercy, slashed hard, and completely gave up their defense.

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