Aztec Eternals Chapter 216

The long wind is hunting, blowing away the cloud pavilion of the sky. The sun is blazing, looking down on the wilderness of the world. The world is vast, and the mighty legion enters the battlefield and turns into a cold chess piece in the hands of the commander; the drums of war are excited, and the fearless warriors sing loudly, becoming a **** chapter in the epic book!

Amid the battle drums and shouts, Shulot climbed to the high handsome stage and waved the flag in his hand majestically.

The huge Mexica Corps moved in an instant, spreading to both wings like a torrent, and quickly gathered under the banners of different commanders. The two armies are fighting, making the best of their strengths and circumventing their weaknesses! Since the Northern Army has an advantage in numbers, it is necessary to lengthen the front as much as possible, increase the width of the frontal engagement, and outflank the enemy from both flanks.

But for a moment, tens of thousands of Mexica warriors formed four fortified army formations like a long snake. The central army consisted of 7,000 spear militiamen, divided into two formations on the left and right. These battle-hardened spearmen consisted of two hundred men as a team and a thousand men as a battalion. The left formation was slightly thicker, with four battalions commanded by the monkey Kuluka, and the right formation was slightly smaller, consisting of three battalions of the miner Ezpan. Under the sharp bone whistle, the spearmen put their shoulders against each other and set up stacked long spears. Then, under the guidance of the squad leader, the spear formations moved forward slowly and firmly like metal hedgehogs.

Shulot stared at the powerful central army that was assembled and neatly arranged, and nodded slightly. At the Battle of the Takuro Plain, the pike militia defeated the mighty samurai army front-on, killing thousands of elite samurai. The mentality of the militia has been substantially improved, and finally grew into a reliable backbone. The real elite soldiers come from the war of life and death! At this moment, looking from the commanding stage, the spear corps has an orderly rhythm and a steady pace, and it already has the appearance of elite soldiers.

Holding a strong soldier in his hand, his pride naturally echoes in his chest! The young commander looked around, the central army charged, 7,000 long spears lined up in front, covered on both wings, and 6,000 warriors lined up to attack!

The left flank is the loyal Quds Force. Three thousand holy city warriors held shields and sticks, and under the leadership of the jaguar Orosh, they roared like a pack of wolves. These hometown children have followed for generations, they have always been well paid, and they can fight to the end as the coach. On the right flank is the devout religious legion, formed by the amalgamation of the remaining Temple Guards and Blessed Warriors. Veteran Etaliq blew a sharp death whistle, and Natalie chanted the hymn of the Lord God. The religious legion killed Shen Mu, both the Mexica warriors and the Otomi warriors tightly held the sun amulet around their necks and prayed to the supreme **** with all their hearts. In the face of Ability God's Wang Jun, they are full of killing intent, and they will never show mercy!

The drums of war hurried, and murderous aura swept through. The front four armies maintained a steady pace and approached the Tarasco King Army, which was also unfolding. After the front line, there are three thousand shooting corps. These long-range warriors held longbows, crossbows on their arms, and arrows on their waists, and moved with the front line. A new batch of arrows from the capital city in the lake has been replenished, and the samurai can shoot freely. As the two legions approached, the archers stood in order. They drew their crossbows, ready to send a rain of arrows of death.

Then, the first strike of thunder was not the bow and crossbow on standby. "Boom! Boom!", two violent thunders suddenly exploded, like the wrath of the Thunder God descending on the world!

In the gap between the central army, the two wooden cannons that had already been loaded were quickly fixed and fired immediately! Only a hundred paces apart, the scattered stones with unstoppable force bombarded the heavily armed Tarasco Central Army.

More than a dozen elite spearmen suddenly let out a mournful howl. They splattered a dense spring of blood all over their bodies and rolled to the ground in pain. The blasted shotgun fluttered in all directions, and dozens of nearby militiamen were injured by the stones and ran away in fear. In the range of the rising dust, thousands of militiamen were at a loss. They fell into an unknown panic, fell to their knees in fear, and prayed to the gods in front of them for forgiveness.

The giant beast roared, and the mortals were frightened! With the bombardment of the wooden cannon as the center, the three thousand Tarasco spearmen formed chaotic ripples like boiling water. The actual killing of the two shellings was no more than a dozen people, but the fear spread was hundreds of times!

Under the eagle banner of inheritance, King Su Angua suddenly stared, and firmly held the divine scepter in his hand. He had already heard about the new weapons of the Mexicans from the secret letter of the chief; he had also encountered the exploding pottery bristle in the **** battle of the mountain fortress.

But at this moment, no matter how determined he is, how much preparation he has made for the legion under his command. When it was the first time in the field, when he really encountered such a wooden beast with a thunderous thunder, the king's heart was still shocked, and the morale of the militiamen under his command was still shaken!

The two wings of the pike phalanx are weak, and the front is unusually strong. Suangua also placed 3,000 spear militiamen in the middle army, and spread out 2,500 royal warriors on each flank. The core of the two thousand bronze axe guards held long bows and lined up behind the central army. Facing the attack of the Mexica Legion, the elite Tarrakos Royal Army lined up in place, erected bronze spears, and set up a solid defensive formation. However, under the bombardment of wooden cannons, the most stable central army in this line of defense was crumbling in an instant!

Su Angua gritted his teeth hard. It was a bad start, and an ominous foreboding rose in his mind. He pulled out the red flag he had prepared for a long time, and moved a little left and right in the direction of the two wooden cannons. The sharp bamboo flute blew immediately. The two thousand bronze axe guards took a step together, pulled their huge long bows, and radiated a howl of death in the sky towards the front line of the enemy!

"Boom!" The black arrow rain covered the sky, and the metal arrows reflected the cold light. The bronze axe guards shot lavish bronze arrows, which roared and fell into the middle army of the Mexicans. Even with the cover of a wooden shield, more than a dozen gunners died instantly, and more than a hundred pike militiamen were pierced through the paper armor and fell to the ground screaming.

The surviving gunners hurriedly dragged the wooden cannons to the rear. They have accomplished their most important mission. The first-generation Trak cannon was loaded with stone shrapnel, and the range was only over a hundred steps, which was not as good as that of a longbow, and it took nearly a moment to load. After the first move, in the face of the defensive enemy, the next step is to reload the wooden cannon and look for new opportunities.

Longbow bronze arrows, close to shooting. For the first time, the Mexica Long Spear Legion encountered such a fierce long-range attack, the steady rhythm was chaotic, and the pace of progress was slightly stagnant.

The commanders of the Chinese army, Kuluka and Ezpan, had a calm expression, waved their flags and commanded the gun squad in the battalion. Seeing Ling Qi's instructions, Captain Guzman desperately blew the bone whistle between his neck, shouting loudly, and re-coordinated the footsteps of his teammates. Under the command of the captain, the first five platoons of spearmen raised their shields to cover the sky above their heads. The rest of the spearmen bowed their heads, hiding their faces under the rattan helmets. They give up almost all vision, and any superfluous emotion. At this moment, strict discipline was integrated into their bodies, and long-term training turned into instinct. They are just ruthless war machines, following in the footsteps of their teammates and continuing to charge forward without hesitation!

On the handsome stage, Shulot suddenly waved the command flag! The whistle of shooting broke through the sky, and the three thousand shooting corps paused for a while, followed by a loud hum.

Thousands of feathered arrows pierced through the sky, with sloping arcs, such as electric light diffusion, plunging into the enemy's central army with a "poof, poof". Tarrasco's spear militia was in chaos, unprepared for the rain of arrows pouring down. In an instant, blood splashed and their bodies rolled, and more than 200 people died. The samurai captain in the front row was shot and killed, and the chaos of the spear militia continued to intensify!

Su Angua looked forward, frowning deeply as he looked at the Zhongjun army who was starting to lose control, and the enemy spearmen who were approaching at an accelerated rate. He waved the red flag again, drew out the black flag symbolizing death, and pointed to the Chinese army ahead.

The 2,000 bronze axe guards once again emitted a fierce rain of arrows, slowing the pace of the Mexican Central Army. Then the two hundred guards in the front row stood out in awe. They changed into large shields and copper axes and trotted into the lance militia. According to daily training, one hundred guards raised large shields to protect the battalion leaders at all levels. They shouted and kicked the panicked militias and resumed command of the gun line. The other hundred guards did not hesitate, grabbing the deserters who had rushed out of the army formation, and fell directly to the ground.

Then, under the strict order of the king, the priests who accompanied the army moved forward. They danced and sang wildly, calling on the divine power bestowed by the three gods to suppress the evil Mexica beast. In the high-pitched chanting of the priests, the spear militiamen in the front line finally regained their morale, took up their weapons again, and faced their inescapable fate.

The ruthless rain of arrows interacted again, and the dumped corpses spilled blood. In the screams of the sky, the charge of the Mexican Legion is coming in an instant! Captain Guzman hurriedly blew his bone whistle, and the gun formation of two hundred people suddenly accelerated. Under the push of the whole team, the five rows of spears in the front reflected a cold light, accelerated forward in layers, and then suddenly stagnant, plunged into the five rows of spears that were also cold!

Shilot narrowed his eyes slightly. At this moment, he seemed to hear a dull crash. In the sight of the young commander, the spear formations of the two armies suddenly collided, and a dazzling red line opened in front of the formation! The spearmen of the two armies in the front row were like cut corn stalks, pierced by several spears, and fell side by side. Whether wearing battle clothes or paper armor, they are all so weak in this momentary charge!

Many spear militiamen were pierced on top of the spear, but could not die quickly. The mournful howl concealed the war drum and turned into the most distinct note on the battlefield. The opposing pike phalanx was running ruthlessly, and the pikemen in the back row once again stretched out their spears and stabbed the enemy on the opposite side, and the miserable howls quickly disappeared. Soon, the second row of spearmen came into the forefront, clasping their hands together and thrusting their spears forward. The teammates in the back row held up their spears diagonally downward, and pushed forward desperately under the pressure from the rear.

From a distance, hedgehog-like phalanxes squeezed each other, forest-like spears collided and waved. After losing the kinetic energy, the competition between the gun formations is strength and discipline. The kills began to decrease rapidly, and the pushes gradually intensified. The Mexica gun formations had an obvious numerical advantage, gradually encircling them from both sides, but could not break through for a while. The soldiers on both sides fought like a tug-of-war until one side couldn't bear the pressure and the formation was scattered, which was a one-sided slaughter!

The rain of arrows in the air swayed again, this time on the loose wings of the formation, and hundreds of warriors of the two armies were pierced through the ground one after another, dying alternately. The arrows rained like a long wind, and the warriors fell like reeds. However, after the strong wind, the tenacious reeds stood firm again!

The knights on the left flank, wielding their shields, howled and charged into the formation of the kingdom's warriors. At this moment, the bronze spear collided with the battle stick, the wooden shield collided with the leather shield, and the roars and shouts blended together, floating in the killing field!

Orosh led the most elite 100 jaguar warriors in the holy city, and rushed into the forefront of the battle as a sharp arrow. He wielded the battle stick flexibly and powerfully, like a galloping tiger and leopard, and suddenly broke into a group of bronze spear warriors who had no time to form a battle. The powerful jaguar slashed violently, knocking down the leading Feather Helmet, and even the bronze helmet dented in shape. Then, he swept continuously, and killed three people in an instant. The jaguar fighters behind him rushed forward, and with the roar of the tiger, the battle sticks smashed together dozens of enemy troops to the ground.

Oloshi paused for a moment. He took a few breaths and looked around, frowning deeply. Although the Jaguar team as Fengya is unparalleled, the main team of samurai cannot break through together. The Tarrasco warriors in front of them were calm and neatly arranged. They formed a battalion of 800 men and a team of 200 men. The captains of each team wore bronze feather helmets and brightly colored small flags. In the face of the charge of the jaguar warriors, the Tarrascos were scattered but not chaotic. They are like a school of fish in a lake, constantly changing, and they can't see their heads at a glance.

"Damn it! He threw a punch, but it hit the flowing sand! It's a hard bone, worthy of being the most elite king army in Tarasco!"

Oloshi cursed in a low voice. He looked at the enemy troops who were starting to surround them from both sides in an orderly manner, and gave him a fierce stare. Then, the jaguar did not hesitate to lead the elite team, turned around and killed the army in the holy city. Since it is impossible to break through quickly, it is necessary to reorganize the legion, form a shield formation, and entangle with the enemy calmly and powerfully.

The religious legion on the right wing swiped the battle stick, but it was another tragic decision! Once a fanatical religious warrior goes to war, he is like a moth to a flame, with an unending will!

The samurai of the two armies had just met, so they skipped the temptation and stalemate and entered the brutal close combat. Facing the Tarasco gun squad, the fanatical Otomi warriors directly threw their battle sticks~www.mtlnovel.com~ with shields that could only cover half of their bodies in both hands, and launched a mortal charge! These converted warriors shouted the name of the Lord God, rushed to the dense copper spears, and then died in a tragic battle. They use their own flesh and bones to lock the enemy's weapons, just to destroy the tight gun forest!

And as long as the gun formation stagnates, a slight flaw will be revealed. The brigade of religious warriors will then rush forward and fight with the Tarrascos at close range. The temple guards blew a shrill whistle, and the killing intent boiled, screaming and fighting. They are almost defenseless, wielding extrlong Marquawit long sticks with both hands, smashing the enemy's bronze spear, severing the enemy's leather armor, and slicing the enemy's flesh and blood! They charge towards the enemy, either die immediately, or go to the kingdom of God in the sky with one or several enemies in a moment!

Shulot looked down at the magnificent battle situation, his expression solemn and solemn. The left wing and the central army are still clearly separated, holding shields against each other; the warriors on the right wing have long been entangled and indistinguishable from each other. Large swathes of blood bloomed on the right wing, and were drowned out by the noise of dust. The warriors on both sides were like ice and snow in early spring, and in less than a quarter of an hour, one-sixth of it melted away!

The young commander took a deep breath, and there was ruthless determination in his eyes. He waved the red flag again, and the five hundred crossbowmen advanced at the same time, until after the fighting front. The flute sounded, and at a distance of more than a hundred paces, the crossbowmen suddenly raised their big crossbows. They aimed a little, aimed at Tarasco's Eagle Flag, and the King of Eagle Flags, that is, a blow!

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