Aztec Eternals

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

Ospai stood on the wall of the river mouth fortress, looking at the Leman River rushing all the way, but could not see the shadow of the Mexica fleet.

He frowned in thought. According to the latest investigation by the scouts, the enemy camp on the north bank is full of armored stick and shield warriors, spear warriors, and many working militiamen. On the wooden castle in the center, the flag of the Holy City of Mexica fluttered high. There are tens of thousands of enemy warriors, and it seems that there is no change from before.

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

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

Beside him, "Turkey" Kukuna hesitated for a long time, but still spoke out.

"Respected head of the Ospai, the commander of the Mexica on the opposite side should not be underestimated. The main force of the enemy's navy may not have returned to the east, but is lurking somewhere downstream, ready to ambush the supporting army or navy at any time !"

Ospai stared and said loudly.

"Turkey, I'm too old to fight. Do you need to teach me this kind of thing?! The Otomi people on the north bank know the terrain well, and they can hide the Mexica warriors and water troops everywhere. The Otomi warriors harass the downstream, but It's a fishing bait. The fisherman is right behind, waiting for us to take the bait!"

Facing the might of the Northern Marshal, Kukuna looked nervous. He promised yes, and continued to persuade in a low voice.

"Commander, why fight to the death with the Mexica? The other party dare not go deep into the Sakapu army, exposing the long back road. We just stay in the fortress and wait for the enemy to attack!"

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

"Chapala's Feather has been clamoring for battle all day long, and I can hardly hold back! More and more nobles have been executed, and batch after batch 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 asking for battle! If I don’t fight again, I will completely lose the support of the local nobles after this battle is over. At that time, the king may not be able to keep me, and he may not be willing Save me!"

Hearing these profoundly meaningful words, Kukuna was taken aback. He thought for a moment, then opened his mouth in fear.

"Captain, the enemy's longbows are fierce! Facing their superiority in bows and arrows, there is no guarantee of victory in water battles!"

Speaking of this, the anger of Russia Pai gradually disappeared. He still raised his head and laughed proudly.

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

The head of the "crocodile" turned around and looked at the burly warrior not far behind him. This is the blood-stained hero who captured the Mexica longbow during the last chase.

"Herring Kurucha, I handed over all the big boats to you for rebuilding, are they all finished now?"

Kurucha had a hard face and a fierce expression, and he bowed his head respectfully to answer at this moment.

"Respected regiment commander, thousands of militiamen are rushing to work day and night, and all 400 old-style large boats have been rebuilt, ready to go to battle at any time!"

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

"Kukuna, lead the militiamen to guard the fortress! Don't worry about the enemy's longbow. I have never let the big boat fight, just to give the Mexica a surprise!"

Afterwards, the "crocodile" aristocrat looked at the clear sky again, and laughed loudly with confidence.

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

On the second day, the water gate of the estuary fortress was fully opened, and the Tarasco Navy finally made a big move. After searching extensively in the Chapala Lake area, Ospai now has a total of 400 large boats and more than 1,000 small boats! He gathered all the northern warships, with 8,000 warriors including the Chapala Legion, more than 10,000 militiamen, and more than 6,000 sailors. The whole army came out in full force, surging westward.

The Marshal of the North was full of pride. He has the advantage of the upper reaches, as well as the advantages of boats and troops. At this time, it is about to cut off the return of the Mexica navy, launch a decisive battle, and completely annihilate the main force of the predicted enemy navy!

The light boat sailed quickly, sending extremely urgent information. Soon, in the Mexica fleet on Lake Yurilia, Shulot suddenly got up. He looked at the bright red sunset, and at the upper reaches of the big river in the southeast, where the enemy navy was only a day away.

The young commander-in-chief was surprised, he didn't expect the other party's commander-in-chief to be so decisive. If you don't come out, it's over, once you go out, the whole army will press on, moving like a thunder! He quickly summoned the warriors stationed on the shore, recalled the raiding fleet on the south bank overnight, concentrated all his forces, and prepared to fight.

A day later, the Mexica navy gathered at Lake Uriria. Shulot commanded three hundred large boats and nearly a thousand small boats, ready for battle at any time. The mighty fleet carried 8,000 elite warriors, 3,000 longbow militiamen, 5,000 civilian sailors, and more than 300 hastily assembled Otomi warriors, waiting solemnly 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 Uriria at the end of September. A big battle that will determine the fate of the world is coming!

The fleets of the two sides gradually approached, and the flags of the commanders faced each other from afar. To the southeast is the flying crocodile flag, symbolizing the original crocodile Sipactli that devoured the earth. In the northwest is the flying black wolf flag, which represents the Mexica god of death, Shulotel, in the Qiming sky. The crocodile vs. the black wolf, the huge fleet covered the entire Yurilia Lake, and the batons and bronze spears flickered coldly. This will be a battle of myths!

Shulot stood on the altar of the flagship with a solemn and dignified expression. He was wearing a full set of fine clothes, a dazzling feather crown on his head, and a large flag planted on a high platform behind his back. At this moment, the young commander looked at the larger fleet on the opposite side, and swallowed imperceptibly.

"Bothard, tell me, is my battle a bit risky?"

Shulot tilted his head slightly, looking at the warrior commander beside him, feeling a little nervous.

Bertard looked calm. he asked softly.

"Your Highness, this battle is a decisive battle that you have planned for a long time. Have you been preparing for so long, are you not sure?"

Hearing this, the young commander raised his head, looked at the bright sky, and praised softly.

"What a beautiful sunny day!"

Afterwards, Xiulot looked around the fleet again. Hundreds of large boats were launched around the flagship, and nearly a thousand small boats swam on the two wings. The warriors gripped their longbows tightly, held their battle sticks, and looked solemn, which was a reassuring force. Anatri, holding a spear, stood proudly on the magnificent boat, with the flag of the deputy commander behind him. She is at the front of the fleet, commanding the mobilization of the boat in an orderly manner, this is the trustworthy head of the navy!

"The weather is favorable, the strength of the troops is almost the same, and the morale of the army is high."

Shulot thought for a moment, then looked at Bertard again, his expression calm. He finally nodded slowly and smiled confidently.

"In that case, let's fight!"

On the calm and waveless lake, the fleets of both sides gradually formed a battle formation. In the water warfare of this era, the big canoe is the core of the battle formation, like a ferocious predator. Each large boat can carry up to forty people, and it has an absolute advantage over small boats. The small boats are fish schools surrounding the big boats, which can move flexibly, and each boat can carry eight people.

The 300 large boats of the Mexica fleet are loosely arranged, and the formation is stretched linearly, with a thickness of only a few layers. The size of the fleet is huge, divided into two distinct formations. The commander of the front line is the head of the navy, and the big boat in the center has more melee warriors and fewer longbowmen. On the small boats on the two wings were longbow militiamen and sailors who harassed them. At the rear, the flag of the commander was fluttering, and a row of large boats spread out linearly, densely covered with longbow warriors.

The Talas fleet has 400 large boats, and the formation is tight and well-trained. These large boats are very close together, making it easy to charge in groups and occupy the advantage of local battlefields. The overall width of the formation is not large, but the depth is very thick, like a sharp arrow waiting to be shot, it is the most common water battle formation of the navy.

The Russian Pai stands tall on the flagship in the center. He looked at the formation on the opposite side, and first laughed in front of the generals.

"The Mexica do not understand water warfare! This battle is blessed by the gods, and our army will surely win!"

Then, he speculated in his heart and smiled. The formation of the enemy navy should be to facilitate the use of the power of bows and arrows, but it is a pity that he was prepared for it.

The beginning of the water battle is a small boat test. Hundreds of small boats speeded out, fighting each other in front of the big boats on both sides, colliding and overturning.

In the center of the battle field, hundreds of small boats were inevitable, colliding with each other with a "bang". The militiamen and sailors immediately picked up their weapons, shouted loudly, and fought hard. The spears and daggers collided, and bright red blooms appeared from time to time, soaking the clear lake surface. The sharp weapon pierced into the flesh with a "puchi", screams and cries of pain were heard endlessly, and the soldiers on both sides entangled each other to death.

On the two wings of the battle, the small boat of Mexica swam flexibly, and the tribal hunters on the boat gave full play to the advantages of close-range bows and arrows. "Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" The arrows were as bright as lightning, shooting from between the enemy's shields in an instant. The two Tarasco oarsmen fell in response, splashing blood all over the boat, and the boat stalled suddenly. The militiamen on the boat had to put down their copper spears, paddled towards them clumsily, and were shot down mercilessly again.

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

Shields are installed on both sides of the Tarakos boat, but they cannot be completely covered. The enemy's bows and arrows are extremely accurate, and the losses of one's own side are obviously greater. In the battle of small boats, the navy gradually lost the wind.

Judging that Xiaozhou could not win, the noble "crocodile" no longer hesitated. He waved the command flag and ordered the big boat to approach. The war drums sounded, and Tarasco's big boat was finally dispatched, showing its majesty. All the big boats were refitted, a large number of wooden shields were nailed on both sides, and wooden sheds were built above the sides to resist the powerful longbow.

Dozens of large tarascos rushed forward, and hundreds of arrows "bang bang" were nailed to the shield and wooden shed, but they could not cause any damage. Mexica's boat had to retreat quickly, scattered and fled.

Standing on the high platform of the big boat in the distant Mexica, Xiulot saw that the small boats in the front row were unable to retreat, and the enemy's big boats attacked strongly. He wondered for a moment, and finally saw clearly the shape of the enemy's big boat. The young commander-in-chief was slightly taken aback, and then he smiled happily with a happy expression on his face.

"What a surprise! In this battle, the enemy's commander-in-chief should take the lead!"

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

Anatri waved the spear flag quickly, and the retreating conch horn blew. The Mexica's boat quickly escaped in the opposite direction, and the loose big boat behind it also began to turn and move backward.

The Russian faction was secretly confused. The morale of the Mexica navy was not bad, and it was impossible to collapse at the first touch. He waved the command flag, and he wanted to mobilize the fast boats to attack and contain the enemy.

A faint flame suddenly flickered on the opposite side. The big boat of Mexica had already crossed the hull. Rows of archers drew their bowstrings, and then shot arrows vigorously, and there was a low "buzzing" sound. Afterwards, thousands of rockets, carrying the newly ignited paper shells, struck like burning meteors! The rocket flew a distance of more than fifty paces and was nailed to the wooden sides of the ship, to the wooden shields, and to the wooden roof. The continuous sound of "Auha" was sharp and piercing, like the announcement of the god of death!

Then, Ospie knew what was a really dazzling shooting star and what was a splendid firework! Countless flames burst into flames, and the bright flames stung his eyes. The scorching smoke rises rapidly, and the smell of burning sulfur hits, like the mouth of a demon erupting from a volcano in the west!

But for a moment, in front of the head of the "crocodile", there was already an unforgettable fire. The huts are burning, the shields are burning, the boats are burning, the warriors are burning in leather armor, the militiamen are burning in civilian clothes, everything is burning, this is the world of burning death! The warriors and militiamen were like human-shaped torches, howling terribly and jumping into the lake in despair. And on the surface of the lake splashed with water, there are even flaming rockets.

There was a "swoosh" sound of breaking through the air, and Mexica's rockets volleyed again. In just a few breaths, more blazing flames erupted all over the sky, igniting dozens of Tarasco boats again!

Faced with such a sudden blow, the Tarasco navy instantly fell into shock and fear. The turbulent flames burn hot, the acrid smoke engulfs the boats, and the deflagrating rockets even float on the water! The samurai, militiamen, and sailors collectively fell silent for a moment, and then howled in terror uncontrollably.

"The enemy has summoned the gods, and the pagan Vulcan has descended!"

The warriors ran on the ship in a panic, looking at the commander's flagship, praying for the appearance of their own gods.

"This is the demon of the western volcano, they will devour everything!"

The militiamen shivered, threw away their weapons, and crawled on the deck to escape the choking smoke.

"This is a fiery spirit that burns on water!"

The sailors turned in fear and were about to flee desperately, but they collided with the big boat behind them.

Only the well-informed general remained calm. They recognized the smell of smoke, and recalled the flames of priests' prayers. Then, they thought of the title of the commander-in-chief on the other side, and finally realized it, and shouted sharply.

"It's Reaper! He will use Netherfire!"

At this moment, myths and legends emerged in everyone's minds at the same time, dominating everyone's hearts. This is an age of ignorance, and there are too many myths left. Not far away, Giova on board was also shocked. He looked at the flames that did not belong to this era, and muttered to himself incredulously.

"O Primordial God, doesn't that young man, my elder brother, really have the power of divinity?!"

A 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 upwards, and the commander under the flag was shining brightly. Xiulot looked solemn, like the incarnation of a god, staying in everyone's heart!