Aztec Eternals Chapter 47

Avite stood at a high place, commanding the battle with a calm expression. Behind him is a set up mountain camp, and the flags of commanders at all levels are flying on the camp. Now he has a thousand jaguar chapters at hand, ten thousand direct samurai, one thousand city-state warriors, four thousand militiamen, and eight thousand boat divisions.

Shulot leaned beside him, watching the wonderful battlefield while learning the experience of commanding, and by the way, he came up with some crooked ideas. Behind him are more than a hundred longbow guards.

The drums of attack continued to sound among the hills. The two big flags waved to both sides immediately, and the four mexican warrior battalions split into two wings and rushed down from the hills.

The boy saw that the warriors were divided into flexible squads and surrounded the small formations on both sides of the pikemen one by one.

He saw a small formation of Tarrasco pikes of two hundred people who had just disembarked and gathered together. The sharp spears gathered together, gleaming with the cold light of bronze in the sun. Dozens of Mexica warriors provoked in front of them, shouting loudly, waving their weapons, and holding their shields high, they approached carefully and lured the front of the opposing guns.

At this time, two hundred warriors were quickly interspersed on the two wings of the spear formation. As soon as the gun formation pointed, a centurion, led by senior samurai, immediately charged from the flank. Leading with their shields, the samurai slammed into the pike line swiftly and ferociously, penetrating the enemy army and disrupting the formation of the pikemen. Then the short stick slashed diagonally from top to bottom, mercilessly hitting the unprotected side of the pikeman. Take advantage of close quarters and kill enemies with long soldiers.

At the point of the first charge, the pikemen in the first few rows were in chaos and fell one after another. Only the pikemen in the following rows barely reacted and began to stab from the rear. This kind of stab was difficult to defend, and it was enough to break armor, and soon several samurai were shot and fell.

At this time, the second centurion finally circled to the rear of the gun formation, and the samurai launched a second charge. The charge from behind was devastating, and the formation of the pikemen was not thick enough to engage in multi-faceted combat. At this time, the rear row of spearmen who were attacking the front, did not have time to turn around to face them, and they all fell down with the stick. They died in an instant, like ice and snow melting into boiling soup.

Seeing the chaotic spear formation ahead, the dozens of samurai who were the first to lure the enemy no longer hesitated, and immediately charged forward with their shields, tearing their soft bodies with sharp stone blades. Under the attack from three sides, Tarasco's gun formation quickly scattered, morale dropped rapidly, and then collapsed. The uncoordinated spear was powerless, weakly grazing the leather armor of the close-quartered samurai, and then disintegrated under the close combat of the samurai. The spearmen were like fragile withered grass, they were broken under the stick, and withered silently in the wind.

The boy watched with interest the flexible attack of the samurai team, which was an imitation of the coyote group hunting. Destroy a small spear formation of two hundred men, and the Mexica warriors suffered no more than ten casualties.

The Centuries are all led by veteran samurai. These battle-hardened junior officers are the backbone of the military, controlling the smallest tactical cells. They are experienced, similar to the centurions of the Mongolian Legion, and can launch very exciting small-scale tactics based on their own judgment of the situation.

This kind of multi-faceted hunting with more and less hunting continued, but within a quarter of an hour, more than 1,000 of the 5,000 spearmen had been eaten, and the casualties of the samurai were less than one-twentieth. The remaining pikemen did not blindly scatter and charge, nor did they eventually collapse. They just kept gathering in the middle, and finally formed a large formation of 3,500 spearmen. Under the command, the large array gradually became round, and it was dozens of layers thick, like a huge hedgehog.

Dozens of young warriors chased the remnant enemy, dazed by the victory just now. They confidently charged towards the spearmen, only to be greeted by hundreds of long spears on three levels. After more than ten times of impact, a samurai's shield was deflected, revealing a gap on the right side.

Immediately afterwards, several spears stabbed from the right side, broke into the leather armor with a few puffs, half of the shield fell to the ground, blood splashed and the body fell. The young warriors quickly paid the price with their lives, with only the tips of their spears dyed red.

The drums stopped, and the long snail horn sounded. The warriors of Mexica stopped to gather and slowly retreated. They formed four samurai battalions, encircling the spear formation from three and a half directions, and at the end was the turbulent long river. At this time, Tarasco's boat division had returned to the south bank, and the second batch of alien mercenaries began to board the ship.

"The pikemen formed by this miner are quite good. After crossing the river, they can form a formation, and the casualties are more than 1,000. They have not been defeated. If they are not equipped with poor equipment, they can be regarded as a strong soldier. No wonder they were the first to cross the river." Xiu Lott sighed.

"Yes, the discipline of this pikeman is really good, maybe better than the warriors on the opposite side. But their morale is already very low. If it wasn't for the fact that they were backed by the river and had no way to retreat, they would have broken up long ago. If they were all Leather armor, the casualties of the samurai will be much greater." Avit nodded and agreed.

"However, no matter how elite militiamen are, they are only consumables. The first one sent here is to use their lives to give the warriors a foothold. Next, the second river crossing troop is still here to die. I don't see the opportunity, noble. The samurai will not be dispatched easily." The commander smiled and said the cold reality.

"What should I do now?" The boy pointed to the large spear formation like a hedgehog. "A strong attack? The second River Crossing Corps is about to set off."

"The casualties of the storm are too high." Avet shook his head. "Using ranged. Send a thousand slings out to harass first. Jaguars have limited spears, so stay behind. Use the new longbow guards now, and see how powerful the new troops are."

"This novel pikeman all depends on the formation. As long as the pikemen are loose and the pikemen spread out or attack, the samurai can surprise them from the side and rear." The commander grinned.

A thousand slingers quickly set off from the camp and marched to a distance of 120 meters from the spear formation. Stones the size of pebbles fell like raindrops, and the smashed spears were in chaos. However, although the momentum of the stone throwing was great, the kills in each round were only more than 20 people, and the gun formation was still struggling to support it.

Next, Bertard brought more than 100 longbow guards to a position 150 meters away from the spear formation. Under the protection of a samurai battalion, the longbow warriors began to fire steadily. In the face of such a huge dense array of guns, the flat-shooting longbow erupted with astonishing power.

Shiroute saw a shrewd warrior draw his bow to full capacity, aim slightly with one eye, and then let out an arrow. A 75-centimeter bone arrow roared, easily tearing the thin cloth of the spearmen in the front row, piercing his warm chest, showing through his narrow back, and then piercing into the arms of the spearmen at the rear.

The two spears landed at the same time, and the spearmen in the front row fell weakly, and then brought down the teammates in the rear. The warm liquid flowed out of the chest and flowed into the ground, making the body cold.

More than 100 longbowmen shot 150 meters flat. Each round kills 40 or 50 people, the kill rate reaches 40% of the horror, and it can shoot six rounds per minute. It took only three minutes for the longbow to shoot, and the large array of long spears in front was immediately scattered. The first few platoons of pikemen without armor and no shield couldn't bear it any longer, howling and pounced on the longbow warriors with their spears.

The longbow warriors immediately retreated, retreated fifty meters, and continued to shoot in another direction. The samurai battalion in the rear immediately raised their shields and moved forward~www.mtlnovel.com~ They cooperated with each other and attacked flexibly, turning the spearmen who came in twos and threes into corpses.

Driven by the charging pikemen, some of the pikemen also attacked, while others hesitated in place, and the great formation began to disperse. At this time, a middle-aged strong man wearing leather armor and a helmet with the appearance of a leader roared in the formation. He waved his arms as if maintaining the order of the great formation.

Bertard's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eagle-like eyes locked on the leader in the middle. With a calm expression, he took out a bronze arrow from his quiver. Then the samurai captain took the arrow and raised the bow, drew the bow like a circle, closed one eye to aim, pursed his lips slightly, and held his breath lightly. There was a moment of silence, followed by a sharp cracking sound.

A long arrow was as fast as a spark, drawing an indistinct trajectory, skipping the surrounding long spears, and slanting downwards into the middle-aged strong man's eyes. The arrow came out from the back of his head, and the strong man immediately lost his voice and fell to the ground with his head tilted. The surrounding spearmen immediately burst into an uproar.

Bertard breathed a sigh of relief: after practicing shooting for so long, he was finally able to hit the head!

With the death of the commander of the pikemen, the formation of the pikemen could no longer be maintained. The Longbow Samurai's firing continued for another five minutes before it had to stop.

The circular formation on the opposite side has become a broken wave. The four samurai battalions have launched charges from three sides one after another. The chaotic spear militiamen and samurai are intertwined, and the samurai can harvest at close range. The spears were broken, blood was flowing, the remaining spearmen gradually retreated to the river behind them, and the Tarrascos were knocked down in howls of despair.

At this time, under the harassment of the Mexican sailors, the second batch of Tarasco sailors finally reached the north shore. The morale of the five thousand alien mercenaries was high. They jumped out of the boat with a roar, and without stopping, they charged towards the commander's flag on the hill.

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