Aztec Eternals

Shocking shouts echoed on the surface of the lake, drowning out the whistling wind. Smoke from burning rose into the sky, blocking out the bright sun. Between the sky and the lake surface, it was full of chills and darkness.

Shulot once again stood on the high altar, greeted with cheers from the guards. Ters held a large shield as high as a man, taking over the position of the warrior commander, and covering in front of him. The young commander looked around, distinguishing the noisy battlefield and judging the progress of the battle.

Straight ahead, nearly a hundred large boats led by Ospai had rushed to within thirty or forty steps, fighting with the front line of the Mexica Navy. The flag of Marshal Crocodile was flying high, with dozens of strong boats paddling desperately, carrying the most elite family warriors, breaking through the obstacles all the way, and rushing fiercely towards Heilang's flagship again.

The front commander Anatri turned his head again, looking at the stable flagship behind him. Seeing His Highness standing up again, she felt a little relieved. She didn't see the tall and quiet samurai commander, and she was full of worry.

Immediately, the female warrior glared at the front, remembering the sneak attack of the opponent's flagship, and her anger erupted like a volcano.

"The shameless ratfish who secretly shot in the back!"

With a pointed spear, Anatri led the dozens of large boats around, accelerated forward, and slammed into Tarasco's flagship. The two large boats collided violently, and the vigorous female warrior rushed forward with a loud shout. She walked on the swaying deck as if walking on the ground. With a thrust of the three-meter long spear, she cunningly bypassed the shield and stabbed a Tarasco warrior who was in the way to death. Then, she recognized the other party's commander in chief, and approached again with her gun raised.

Ospai squatted on his knees to stabilize his figure on the swaying boat. Then, with a quick glance, he identified the leader of the other party, a female warrior wielding a big gun. Without hesitation, the "crocodile" noble took out an expensive copper ax from his waist, took a step forward, and threw it away.

Anatri stepped forward quickly, always staring at the commander in chief, his pupils shrank instantly. She jumped back like a butterfly, her body leaned swiftly, and then swept vigorously, deflecting the whistling throwing axe. The copper ax whirled and slashed on the side of the big boat with a "click", penetrating half an inch into the wood. The female warrior was taken by this force, and fell back to her boat lightly.

Anatri stared wide-eyed, watching the expensive hidden weapon throwing an axe, furious.

"Ratfish! Still attacking!"

Ospai spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva with a fierce "pooh". He didn't respond, and pulled out a copper ax again.

The confrontation between the heads of the two naval divisions was only in an instant. The two magnificent boats stabilized slightly, and the warriors on board rushed together immediately. In order to support the head of the group, nearly a hundred large boats around them approached and collided one after another, forming a flat ground on the lake, unable to move anymore. Then, nearly 2,000 warriors from both sides, wearing different battle uniforms, stabbing spears and wielding sticks, entangled and killed each other.

These warriors are the elite of the commander, most of them are loyal and brave, and they fight lightly and swiftly. At this moment, the battle situation was critical, and there was a touch of madness in the fight.

Six or seven Tarasco warriors formed a small formation, alternating bronze spears, stabbing three Mexica warriors to death one after another. Another Mexica warrior saw this, his eyes were red. He threw his baton forward with a sharp jerk, and then, clutching his shield, he threw himself forward desperately. When the baton struck, the copper spear at the front on the opposite side was confused, and then it was knocked away by the rushing shield. Several copper spears at the rear stabbed chaotically one after another, finally bypassed the edge of the shield, and pierced into the warrior's thigh with a "poof". The samurai let out a cry of pain, and with his empty right arm he made a full circle, directly encircling the copper spears, not letting go.

The opponent's gun array stopped suddenly, and the Mexica warriors in the rear quickly approached. Under close combat, Tarasco's bronze spear can no longer play a role. The obsidian baton swung vigorously, hitting the opponent's head and neck with precision, with a simplicity that has been honed over time. In just a dozen breaths, the opposite Tarasco warrior was hit in the side, cut his throat, and died on his back one after another.

When the warriors looked back again to check the teammate who had been hit by the spear, they saw that he had already opened his eyes and collapsed, with a puddle of blood on his body, and he was motionless. His right arm still held a few bronze spears, and he refused to let go. The warriors were only silent for a few breaths, then turned around again and rushed to the center of the chaos.

At the center of the chaotic battle, more elite Tarasco warriors formed a spear formation of bronze spears, showing their mighty might on the narrow boat. A Mexica longbow warrior looked at his comrades who were stabbed to death one after another, his eyes were red, he directly ignited the rocket in his hand, and threw it towards the dense gun array. After a while, the gunpowder detonated rapidly, igniting several Tarasco warriors in the center, and the gun array suddenly dispersed. The burning samurai howled out, let out an unearthly howl, and then jumped into the lake.

The warriors of Tarasco were burned many times, and after suffering heavy losses, they finally understood the principle of the release of the fire demon. They also imitated the example, found the torches and rockets on the opponent's deck, imitated lighting the shells of the paper gunpowder packs, and then threw them at places where there were many Mexica people. Some bronze spear warriors hesitated for a moment, and turned themselves into torches. More samurai cast ahead of time, the gunpowder arrows deflagrate after a delay, roll around, and then burn regardless of enemy or friend.

Soon, raging flames ignited everywhere, gradually spreading on the closely connected hundred large boats. Then, the remaining rockets on the deck detonated one by one, slowly lighting up an incomparably huge torch. More intense smoke rose up, completely blackening the flags of the naval commanders of both sides.

Seeing the spectacular fireworks in front of him, Xiu Luote stood on the high platform of the big boat and kept giving orders. The flag bearers waved the flag, and the short sound of the conch horn conveyed the instructions to disperse to the two sides, and the flag language that circled forward commanded the direction of advancement.

Heilang's flagship retreated slowly, commanding the longbow guards on dozens of large boats behind, and always stably threw them at the enemies farther away, igniting the Tarasco large boats that came one after another.

Then, dozens of Mexica boats in the center further spread out to the sides, avoiding the more grand torch. More than a hundred large boats on the two wings outflanked and drove forward to disperse the small boats of the opponent. Then the slender warship accelerated all the way, circled to the enemy's rear, and used rockets to ignite the Tarasco, which was still in chaos.

More than 500 small Mexica boats moved closely with the big boat, gradually unfolding from the chaotic two wings. The boats are like swaying fish, moving flexibly. The longbow militiamen on the boat used superb bow skills to shoot the enemy warriors at close range.

Under Shulot's command, two battlefields gradually formed on the lake, one in front and one in the back. The battlefield ahead was surrounded by flames, and the naval forces of both sides fought fiercely. The commander of the navy personally rushed to the front line. The battlefield in the rear was blazing, and the Tarasco navy was under fire unilaterally, unable to recover from the chaos for a long time.

As for the small boats fighting on the outer periphery, they have no effect on the overall situation of the battlefield. At this time, no one is paying attention, and they have completely lost their command. The militiamen gradually slowed down the brutal fighting, the Mexica boat swayed and circled in place, and the Tarasco boat began to flee south sporadically. In the queue of fleeing south, a small blood-stained boat was inconspicuous, but it rowed fast and accurately fled to the upper river mouth.

On the rear battlefield, following the call of the Russian guards, Penguari, the leader of the Chapala Army, finally woke up from the stupor of fear.

He looked at the battlefield where they were fighting in the distance, and the flag of the crocodile commander had been submerged in thick smoke, which seemed rather ominous. He looked at the big boat burning all around, and the Mexica water army quickly approached from the two wings, throwing ghostly fire one after another. He looked at the eager guard again, his face was cloudy and cloudy, and there was murderous intent hidden in his eyes.

The guards of the Russian faction looked anxious, and made a sincere request again.

"Dear Chapala Feather, the marshal is fighting to the death ahead, only a few dozen steps away from the enemy's flagship. The Chapala Legion of the rear army still has more than 100 large boats! Please lead the rear army to charge quickly, we still have Chance to win!"

Hearing this, Chapala's feathers looked majestic and silent. He looked around, the warriors of the legion were in control of the big boat, and their morale was low. They looked panic-stricken, waiting for the order from the head of the group in anxiety.

On the outskirts of the fleet, Mexica boats kept attacking quickly, shooting long arrows of "咻咻", and then turned to flee. The angles of these long arrows are quite tricky, passing through the shield from time to time, shooting the outcropping Chapala warriors to death. In front of both sides, a similar number of Mexica boats gradually approached, shooting out waves of terrifying rockets, igniting the outermost boats. And farther ahead, there were still hundreds of large enemy ships scattered into a loose formation.

"Where is the chance of victory here? Where is the vitality? The Chapala Legion can't all be folded here!"

Peng Guali thought quickly. He is also a general who has experienced battles. As long as he suppresses the fear of the unknown myth, he can make wise decisions.

"Fleeing upstream and south against the current will take three or four days, and they will inevitably be pursued by the Mexica navy. I don't know how much the slower boat will be damaged! And once the marshal survives and returns to the northern defense line, liquidation and accountability are inevitable. Then, Life is in the lower reaches of the north!"

Thinking of this, Chapala's "feather" nodded, smiling and looking at the marshal's personal guard.

"Okay, let's charge north!"

The flying bird flag of the head of the legion was finally waved, and the rapid battle drums were beating, conveying the order to speed up the north. Peng Guali's boat gradually accelerated. The rest of the boats found the backbone, and they flocked to the north. More than 100 large boats and more than 300 small boats, fully loaded with the Chapala Legion, hurried to the northern battlefield. This is the last strength of the Tarasco Navy!

Seeing more than a hundred large boats rushing towards him, Shulot narrowed his pupils.

"The Tarascos are so willing to die!"

The young commander still has two hundred large boats under his command. Although he can win the battle, he may lose many warriors. He waved the battle flag again, and the big boats on the two wings turned back, and the big boats in the center gathered towards the rear, forming a tight formation.

Shulot stood solemnly and waved the flag again.

"Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Thousands of longbow guards set up their bows and released arrows, and the rain of fire shot at the approaching enemy ships, igniting more than a dozen large boats. A moment later, another round of deflagrating fire rain took away the same number of enemy ships.

Nearly a hundred Tarasco boats moved swiftly like the wind, approaching the front line in a short while. The Mexica navy accelerated its contraction and gathered into a ball, ready to fight at any time.

At this moment, the ear-piercing sound of conch horns sounded from the enemy fleet, and a flag with flying birds turned half a circle, pointing to the slightly deflected northwest. On the big boat under the flag, the guards of the Russian faction held their chests and looked at the honorable Captain Chapala in disbelief, before being thrown into the lake by several warriors.

Peng Guali's eyes were deep and his expression was indifferent. He glanced faintly at the "crocodile" flag a hundred steps away, lowered his eyes, with complicated emotions. The high flag is flying in the blood and fire, and the Northern Marshal is still fighting on the battlefield. After standing still for a while, Captain Chapala continued to wave the battle flag, pointing to the river mouth in the northwest again.

Under the command of the army commander, the charging fleet adjusted its direction slightly without any pause. They followed the slanted flag, deviated from the main force of the big boat in Mexica, rushed through the enemy's defense line in an instant, and continued to move forward with an arc. Soon, the huge fleet swept past the battlefield ahead of the battle like the wind, and rushed towards the lower reaches of the Leman River.

Shulot was taken aback for a moment, then understood instantly.

"Follow the wind and the water, increase the speed to the fastest, go straight to the downstream, this is to escape!"

The young commander quickly waved the command flag, and the third round of rockets was launched again, taking away more than ten large boats. But the remaining Chapala fleet did not stop, and fled into the mouth of the river downstream at a charge-like speed.

Shulot looked at the fleet that was out of reach, and then at the battlefield that was still fighting. Afterwards, his eyes rested on the lake not far away. Many warriors struggled to swim, and many warriors were only slightly injured. The young commander also thought of the unknown and complicated hydrology downstream, so he made a decision not to divide his troops to pursue.

More than 80 large boats carried half of the Chapala warriors, and more than 300 small boats carried less than 2,000 militiamen. They just escaped from the battlefield of blood and fire. In front of them is the hometown of the Lake District.

Xiulot commanded the fleet again, the flagship of Heilang gradually moved forward, and the big boats on both wings also approached the burning battlefield. His eyes looked through the drifting smoke and looked at the center of the battle again.

In the surrounding flames, Ospai swung his copper ax and large shield, colliding with Anatri's spear. The captains of the water armies on both sides fought fiercely together again.

The female samurai stabbed accurately with a long spear, and the "crocodile" nobleman half-slumped, and accurately resisted with a large shield. Then, Ospai widened his eyes, moved forward steadily, and kept slashing at the barrel of the gun with the copper axe. Anatri drew his gun carefully to dodge, and shot backhand from time to time, forcing the opponent back. The two regiment leaders were equally skilled in martial arts, and they were helpless for a while.

Seeing that he could not make a breakthrough, Ospai roared loudly.

"Herring, spear!"

Hearing this, Kurucha the Herring let out a low whistle. He turned sideways and resisted a Mexica warrior's club, and the leather armor on his chest was cut by "Zi La". Then, half-holding the barrel of the gun, he quickly stabbed two short spears, deeply piercing the opponent's side waist, and immediately screamed.

Kurucha turned around without hesitation, regardless of the life and death of the enemy. He took a quick glance, then rushed two steps forward, held the gun back again, and stabbed the female warrior from the side and rear.

Anatri was forced to retreat quickly, and the guards around him came to support, but they were all stabbed to death by Kurucha one after another. Under the joint attack of "crocodile" and "herring", the female warrior was quickly at a disadvantage, and was in danger for a while.

Seeing this, Shulot on the high platform looked serious. He took out the longbow and drew it away, put on a copper arrow, and aimed at the front with squinted eyes. After a long while, at the moment when the female warrior was forced to retreat again, the young commander suddenly let go, and the long arrow came like lightning!

Ospai let out a cry of pain, and the copper ax in his right hand fell in response. He was rushing forward when a copper arrow suddenly struck. The precise copper arrow passed through the gap in the shield, pierced the armor of his right arm, and penetrated nearly an inch deep. He was hit by an arrow in his left arm before, and he will be raised for several months, but now he is hit by an arrow in his right arm, and he can no longer fight for a while.

Thinking of this, the "crocodile" nobleman looked in the direction of the bow and arrow and roared angrily.

"Ratfish! How dare you sneak attack!"

Seeing that the coach was injured, several guards around him immediately stepped forward with shields to cover the coach to withdraw. A few more warriors formed a spear formation, dragging down the vigorous female warrior.

When Kurucha heard the shout, he looked around, looking for the enemy who was sneaking up, and then turned pale with fright. He carefully identified the fleeing Chapala fleet, saw the approaching Mexica boat from both wings, and hurried back to the wounded commander.

"Commander, the situation is critical, retreat quickly!"

Ospai glared at his beloved general with round eyes.

"How can we retreat! We still have the Chapala fleet, and we still have a chance to win!"

"Captain, the Chapala Legion has escaped! This battle has been lost!"

The "crocodile" nobleman stood up with an unbelievably long body. He looked directly behind, only countless burning boats, and scattered small boats. He looked to the side and forward again, the big boats were lit one after another, extending a costly escape route. At the mouth of the river at the end of the road is the last shadow of a boat, and the flag of a flying bird can be seen faintly.

Ospai roared furiously, then his chest hurt, his throat felt sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Ratfish! Ah, pfft. They are the ones who are going to fight, and they are the ones who escape first. How can they conspire with each other for great things!"

The "crocodile" nobleman was still shouting angrily, his face blackened by the smoke. There were several screams not far away again. Ospai took a closer look, and the lingering female warrior had already stabbed several warriors to death one after another, and then charged again.

"Regiment commander, retreat quickly! Take off the marshal's battle clothes, change to a light boat, and leave the battlefield to the south. The Hekou Fortress can still hold on, and I will serve as your rear!"

Kurucha knelt down on one knee with a look of death on his face. He made a last courtesy, raised his spear again, and charged at Anatri.

Ospei stretched out his aching arm, but failed to catch the departing warrior. Kurucha rushed forward bravely, leaving only his back.

"Herring. You."

The loyal family warriors looked at each other and quickly took off the "crocodile" patriarch's battle clothes. Then they pushed and shoved, and sent the coach to the small boat specially prepared for the flagship, and several personal guards who rowed the boat. The remaining warriors of the family saluted for the last time, bid farewell to the family they had been loyal to for generations, and continued to fight back.

The fire was raging, covering the central battlefield in smoke. Although the leaving boat attracted attention, it was quickly obscured. The sharp conch horn sounded from the big boat with the "crocodile" flag, and it sounded twice in a row, conveying two contradictory orders. One is the retreat of the whole army, and the other is fighting in the rear!

On the battlefield, the remaining Tarasco navy froze. The big boat and the small boat paused for a moment, and then made a different choice. Loyal family warriors continued to steer the big boat, putting their lives behind them and fighting. The conscripted militiamen rowed their boats and fled to the south without hesitation.

Hundreds of small boats fleeing south were like frightened schools of fish, moving in disorder and staggering, intertwining tracks non-stop. In the chaos, a brand new boat sailed into the fleet fleeing south. Under the cover of countless small boats, this small boat disappeared from the eyes of those who cared, and it was difficult to distinguish it anymore.

On the fleeing boat, Ospai's face was gray and black, his heart was pierced by a knife, and finally looked towards the battlefield in the north. He saw the century-old "crocodile" flag crashing down, the warriors of the three thousand families withered away, and the glorious family that had been inherited for two hundred years was destroyed! Thinking of this, he couldn't help the tears of "crocodile" from his eyes wet.

At the end of escaping into the southern estuary, the "crocodile" nobleman turned around and looked back, remembering the black wolf's flag firmly.

"We'll meet again!"

With a gloomy expression, Ospai swore in a low voice.

Under the banner, the young commander seemed to feel something. With a triumphant smile on his face, he looked towards the southern mouth of Yurilia Lake and the mouth fortress hundreds of miles away.

"We'll meet again!"

Xiulot was full of ambition and laughed loudly.

The long wind blows across the burning lake, engraving all the vows and jokes in the wind of history, just like this water battle that determines the world!

After writing for a whole day, I finally added Gagen after a week. This should be progress ^_^ I can't bear it anymore and I'm going to sleep. thanks for your support!