Aztec Eternals

The setting sun is like blood, soaked in the lake that is also full of blood, such a magnificent picture scroll is shocking to the heart. The warm wind is like a fire, sweeping across the lake that is also spreading the fire, and the passionate melody makes people feel heroic.

At this moment, the fight is coming to an end, and the ending is already doomed! This is a decisive battle of unprecedented scale, bringing together two of the most powerful navies in the Central American world. The outcome of this battle determines the strategic initiative of the upper and lower sides of the Leman River, and also determines the fate of the two sides of the Western Expedition!

For this battle, Xiulot made the greatest preparations. He gathered 300 large boats and nearly a thousand small boats, fully loaded with 20,000 soldiers. He brought with him the loyal battalion of personal guards, the elite regiments directly under the royal family, and the longbow militiamen who were good at shooting. He waited for the favorable weather, selected the battlefield for the war, and activated the new weapon that had been hidden for a long time. The Mexica has always been army-heavy, and this is the largest fleet he can muster!

For this battle, the Russian faction also made the greatest preparations. As the people of the lake who are good at water warfare, the Tarascos have a stronger water army. The "crocodile" nobles conscripted all the warships in the Queteo Lake District, the Chapala Lake District, and even the Leman River. He gathered a total of 400 large boats and more than 1,000 small boats, fully loaded with 25,000 warriors and militiamen who are good at water warfare. Occupying the superiority of warships and troops, he rushed down from the upper reaches and dispatched all the country!

As the commander of the navy who has fought for decades, the Russian faction has not made any strategic mistakes. He concentrated the most superior force, launched the fastest attack, and made advance defense against the longbow, completely doing his best. In his calculation, the superior Tarasco navy will win the decisive battle, which is the biggest reason why he resolutely launched the decisive battle.

"It wasn't until the weapons of the New Age brought fire and Tarasco's navy fell into long chaos in the fear of myths that we really had a chance of victory!"

Shulot stood on the high platform, and the flag of the black wolf fluttered fiercely. As a fledgling general, he reflected on the course of the entire war, learning from the experience of the enemy's field marshal.

"Even in the face of the epoch-making gunpowder arrow, Ospai made the most correct response, and the whole army rushed forward without hesitation. He is a respectable opponent! In fact, I won this battle by luck. If the opponent I have seen the power of gunpowder arrows in advance, if Chapala's fleet does not escape, if that arrow hits me, but if there is no if in the war, I will win after all!"

Thinking of this, the young commander laughed loudly, his spirits were high, and the joy of defeating a powerful enemy echoed in his heart. In front of his eyes were the "crocodile" flag that fell suddenly, the enemy warriors fighting desperately, and the militia boats fleeing in all directions. After a grand and brutal battle, a glorious victory has finally come!

"The strategic goal of this battle has been achieved, and the Mexica navy has since controlled the upper and lower Leman Rivers. Tarasco's decades-old navy was destroyed, and the elite navy was completely destroyed!"

Shulot looked around, and there were 400 mighty Tarasco ships, but at this time, less than 90 of them could really escape.

These big boats can carry forty people to fight, and the manufacturing process is complicated, so they can no longer be regarded as simple canoes. They need to cut down large logs as keels, carefully handle the strong wood, and install various wooden components on the outside. In this age of low productivity, even if the Tarascos had copper tools, they could not immediately build any large boat in two or three months. At this time, they did not have a lot of manpower for shipbuilding. In other words, Tarasco's naval losses could not be recovered in this war at all.

Along with the loss of the Tarasco fleet was the samurai militia who were proficient in water warfare.

The young commander looked around briefly, thinking silently. The more than 300 large boats and hundreds of small boats left by the Tarascos on the battlefield meant the loss of more than 13,000 warriors and militiamen, along with 3,000 to 4,000 skilled sailors. After this battle, the Hekou Fortress will fall into absolute emptiness, which is a good opportunity to seize it!

Hundreds of large boats were burning on the lake, countless enemy small boats fled southward in a hurry, and the navy boats on the two wings began to actively pursue them. The long wind brings warmth to the face, and in the sound of the wind are faint fights and cheers.

Xiulot admired this magnificent scene. At this moment, he was full of pride and joy, like drinking strong wine, galloping on the battlefield and destroying the enemy with his troops. There is nothing more refreshing for a man than this!

After a while, the sound of fighting in front gradually weakened, and the cheers of the warriors suddenly resounded. After a while, Anatri came proudly by boat. Holding a broken half-pole of the flag in one hand, she dragged a bound warrior captive with the other, and strode to the commander's high platform.

"Your Highness, this battle has been won! I, Anatri, the source of the river, present you with the banner of the enemy commander!"

The female warrior bowed her head high. Immediately, she took a step forward and threw the broken "crocodile" commander's flag onto the commander's high platform.

Shulot lowered his head slightly, looking at the damaged "crocodile" flag, the withered flag tip and long feathers, and the blood-stained dark pattern, it was the flag of the big boat that had chased him! He stared at it for a moment, and instead of reaching out to pick it up, he laughed out loud.

"Very good! Anatri, my brave commander of the navy, the navy will run across the river from now on, and no enemy will stop it. Now, you are 'the only source of the Leman River!'"

Hearing this, Anatri was slightly taken aback, and bowed his head respectfully. She readily accepted the title bestowed by His Highness, and also tacitly agreed to a closer affiliation. Then, she stood up and dragged the warrior captive behind her to His Highness. Then, the female samurai kicked the opponent's back knee hard with two precise kicks, and the prisoner fell to his knees, unable to stand up for a while.

"Your Highness, this is the general of the enemy commander's family, and also the leader of the family's warriors. What kind of herring is his name! He is very good at fighting, and he led the family's warriors to fight to the death, so that the enemy commander escaped by chance, and shot the holy eagle He was responsible for the warrior commander's backstabbing!"

Speaking of this, the female warrior raised her foot again angrily, and quickly kicked the prisoner's side. This is the weak point of the human body. "Herring" Kurucha instantly curled up in pain, his teeth bit his lips, and he remained silent.

Xiuluo nodded, and there were bursts of masking smoke on the battlefield in front of him from time to time. Although he noticed the fleeing boat behind the enemy ship, the front army was stopped by the desperate family warriors in the rear, and soon lost the trace of the "crocodile" nobleman. He ordered the small boats on both wings to pursue the search, but he didn't really care about the results.

The Chapala fleet fled downstream without engaging in a battle, obviously demoralized, and was unable to support the estuary fortress in a short period of time. The Russian faction abandoned the flagship and fled alone, which had no effect on the battle situation. The "crocodile" nobles lost the main force of the navy and elite warriors. Even if they managed to escape back to the fortress at the mouth of the river, they would no longer be able to assemble a navy that threatened the food roads of Mexico.

Shulot stopped thinking about it, and carefully looked at the warrior captive in front of him. Although the prisoner was ashamed by the smoke, he could still see the ferocity and ferocity in his bones.

The young commander looked at the lake, where there were still sporadic Tarasco boats desperately resisting, and they should be the most loyal family warriors. He pondered for a moment, then spoke flatly.

"The most important warrior in the alliance. Since you are the family's warrior leader who is good at fighting, are you willing to surrender?"

Hearing this, Kurucha raised his head and stared at the Mexica Marshal who defeated the Patriarch. He was surprised by the youth of the other party, and also remembered the pursuit that almost succeeded. His expression changed for a long time, and finally he sighed in pain.

"It's you! If that day continues, how can there be today?"

Shulot smiled lightly.

"Herring, the alliance is all over the world! This Western Expedition will completely conquer the Kingdom of Tarasco. If you surrender at this time and make contributions in the Western Expedition, you will be able to create your own glorious family!"

Hearing this, Kurucha's heart turned cold, but his expression became more and more rigid.

"The kingdom has been established for hundreds of years, and the Prepecha people have been passed down for thousands of years. They will never be destroyed by the Aztec barbarians! I will never betray my loyal Patriarch and surrender to the messenger of the Ability God!"

Xiulot looked calm and shook his head slightly. The Prepecha people and the Mexica people are of the same lineage, but they are actually descendants of the Northwest dog descendant branch, and their languages ​​are very similar. He watched the other party's expression, and asked in a deep voice after a long while.

"The most important warrior in the alliance. Before heading to the Kingdom of God, do you have anything else to say?"

Kurucha nodded for confirmation, and replied in a deep voice.

"His Royal Highness, please allow me to think of a poem dedicated to the gods."

Shulot nodded slightly, waiting calmly. Anatri also showed appreciation. The warriors go to death calmly, which is most in line with the aesthetics of the Mexica.

After a while, Kurucha straightened up, smiled and looked at the sky.

"The body of a samurai is like a sweet white perch. It is time to die in the most glorious way at the strongest time. Supreme Sun God, I will dedicate myself to you, please taste my sweetness!"

Hearing this poem, the surrounding warriors showed admiration.

Xiulot nodded again before calmly ordering.

"Give him an honorable death!"

Two senior warriors came up on both sides and dragged Kurucha to another boat. Then, one warrior held him firmly, while the other took out the sacrificial obsidian dagger. After a while, the executioner returned respectfully, knelt on one knee before His Highness, and held his peaceful head in both hands.

Shulot took a last look at the calm face, and whispered the ancient poem.

"A samurai is like a withered flower, going to the kingdom of God calmly and indifferently."

Then, the young commander's expression became serious, and he shouted awe-inspiringly.

"Put the head on the banner of the enemy commander, recruit the enemy warriors who are still fighting, and deter all Tarasco prisoners!"

The executioner saluted respectfully, grabbed the damaged "crocodile" flag, and left quickly.

Then, the young commander waved the command flag again and gave the order loudly.

"Big boats with two wings and small boats go up against the current, chasing the fleeing enemy ships! The big boats in the front surround the stubborn enemy ships, and those who don't want to surrender shoot with bows and arrows! The big boats in the back salvage the warriors who fell into the water, and put out the fire. Taras Ke Dazhou, treat the wounded and slightly wounded prisoners of our army! The rest of the flagships, follow me to check the battle situation!"

Following Shulot's order, the loud horn sounded again, like a declaration of victory. One after another, the order boats were scattered around. Soon, the Mexica Navy, like a huge Feathered Serpent, spread its wings and roared upstream to pursue.

Until then, Anatri bowed his head slightly and asked softly.

"Your Highness, how is the Sacred Eagle Warrior Commander injured?"

Shulot pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly.

"Bothard is behind, and his life is not in danger. Anatri, please go and see one or two for me."

The female warrior readily agreed, bowed her head and left in a hurry. She walked like flying on the shaking deck, and found her target in a short while.

The warrior commander was lying stiffly on the cotton blanket, half-exposing his muscular upper body, and his back was wrapped in white cloth when he was hit by an arrow. There were slight blood stains on the white cloth, it seemed that the wound had been treated and the bleeding had been stopped.

Anatri took a closer look at the location of the wound, then put on a proud look, and asked loudly.

"Master Holy Eagle, Your Highness asked me to visit you. Are you in serious trouble?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Bertard slowly raised his head and looked at the female warrior calmly.

"Annatri, I'm fine. The military priest has checked it. Although the arrow penetrated deep into the flesh, the damage to the muscles and bones is not serious. I didn't cough up blood, and my lungs were not damaged. Don't worry. Anna, you It is the commander of the water army, go quickly to command the water army to fight, and chase down the remaining enemies!"

Hearing that the muscles and bones were damaged, Anatri took a step forward and carefully checked behind Bertard. The samurai leader suffered from pain again, clenched his teeth, his forehead was slightly sweaty.

After a while, the female warrior got up proudly and said loudly.

"I have the herbal medicine inherited from my family, and I will bring it to you later. You are one of the few warriors who can compare with me. The wound must be fully recovered, so as not to be boring in the future!"

Then, the corners of Anatli's mouth turned up and his eyes narrowed, leaving Bertard with an illusion-like smile, and he turned and left without hesitation.

"I'll check your martial arts again when you recover from your injuries!"

The long wind howled and the light boat galloped until night fell. Hundreds of small Mexica boats headed south all the way, still chasing the enemy, and lit up torches in the distance. And on the dark Yurilia Lake, there are still boats burning on the lake. The flickering torches and burning boats correspond to the stars in the sky, reflecting the most splendid night scene in the Middle Ages.

Xiulot sat cross-legged on the high platform, watching the fireworks at night. Warriors who searched the battlefield kept coming, saluting respectfully and reporting. The nobles, big and small, of the enemy army were constantly being escorted over, and then concentrated and imprisoned. As the commander-in-chief, all military intelligence is gathered here, and all decisions are made from here.

The young commander smiled and nodded. He sincerely praised the bravery of the generals, calmly decided the final fate of the captives, and accepted the respectful eyes of the warriors from the heart.

It wasn't until dawn the next day that the final results were counted. In this battle, the Mexica navy captured nearly a hundred damaged Tarasco ships, and the remaining two hundred or so large ships turned into torches that burned all night. The navy itself also lost forty or fifty large ships, and now there are a total of three hundred and fifty large ships, half of which need to be repaired on the return journey. But the small boat was relatively well preserved, with hundreds captured before and after, and now there are 1,200 of them.

In the twilight of the morning, Yurilia Lake was dyed a light red, with leather armor or civilian corpses floating on the water, countless carnivorous big fish came smelling blood, and dead wood-like crocodiles were biting and floating in the water. In this war, the enemy's casualties are really incalculable.

Shulot can only estimate from the fleeing enemy troops. The Tarasco army plus the navy has a total of about 25,000 people. The Chapala fleet fleeing north consisted of 80 boats, hundreds of small boats, about 5,000 people, half warriors and half militiamen. Only a few hundred small boats and more than 3,000 militiamen fled south. The prisoners captured before and after included 500 warriors and 2,000 to 3,000 militiamen. Well, the enemy has killed a full fourteen thousand warriors, militiamen, and sailors, and the entire legion has been completely wiped out!

In the water battle, except for the commander who was sacrificed to protect by everyone, ordinary warriors had almost no way out. Once the boats engage in battle, they always end with the death of one side, so it is extremely cruel. The Mexican Navy also suffered a lot of casualties, mainly concentrated in the desperate assault of hundreds of large boats sent by Russia. Nearly a thousand longbow militiamen, thousands of sailors, and more than 2,000 royal warriors directly under the navy died in battle. Thousands of others were wounded and required recuperation.

After learning the number of casualties, Xiulot was silent for a moment. It took him half a day to hold a grand water sacrificial ceremony according to the tradition of the Mexica.

In the ethereal singing of the priests accompanying the army, dozens of nobles from Tarasco were sacrificed to the supreme god, and dozens of newly caught crocodiles were sacrificed to the rain god under the water. Tens of thousands of Mexica warriors knelt on the deck, loudly praising the victory bestowed by the Lord God, and praying for the opening of the gate of the Kingdom of God. And in the main prayer of the young priest, the Lord God will lead the souls of the war dead to the peaceful and beautiful red country!

After reassuring the army, Shulot stopped pausing. He left the badly wounded samurai and militia in the nearby Otomi village, leaving a navy to meet the marauding Otomi army. Immediately, the army traveled day and night and returned to the wooden fort on the north bank.

On the top of the main castle wall, the banner of the Holy City is still flying high. Shulot and his father met alone to make a decision. He left the samurai legion directly under him that had gone through the war to recuperate in the wooden castle, asked his father to be responsible for the subsequent rewards and reorganization, and stepped up to repair the damaged boat. Later, he asked Anatri to work tirelessly to lead part of the intact navy back east, transport the next batch of food, and then receive the reinforcements promised by the northern general.

Immediately, Shulot mobilized 10,000 samurai and 8,000 long-spear militiamen who had rested for many days, brought 5,000 Otomi militiamen, and launched an attack again. The main army has a strict formation, carrying longbows, crossbows, and copper spears. The peasants worked diligently, dragging small catapults and simple shield carts. The craftsmen looked nervous, carrying new-style weapons that were sealed and preserved, and unassembled gunpowder raw materials. The young commander did not stop, concentrated all his strength, and did not give the Tarascos any time to gather their forces!

However, in a few days, more than 20,000 Mexica troops crossed the river and besieged the fortress at the mouth of the river, shaking the entire northern line!

After a long time, I finally recommend it again, thank you very much for your support! This is yesterday's chapter. I built a simple model to simulate the mobilization of the population on both sides, count the losses in each war, and calculate the changes in the data of samurai and militia. It took a long time to write, so I posted it late. Come on! (_)