Aztec Eternals

The long wind is hunting, blowing away the cloud pavilion in the sky. The sun is fierce, overlooking the wilderness of the world. The world is vast, and the mighty legions step into the battlefield, turning into cold pawns in the hands of the commander; the drums are raging, and the fearless warriors sing loudly, becoming a passionate chapter in the epic book!

Amidst the drums and shouts, Xiulot stepped onto the high platform and majesticly waved the command flag in his hand.

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

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

Shulot nodded slightly as he stared at the neatly assembled and powerful Chinese army. In the Battle of Takuro Plain, the spear militiamen defeated the mighty samurai army from the front and killed thousands of elite samurai. The mentality of the militiamen has been substantially improved, and they have finally grown into a reliable backbone army. The real elite soldiers come from the fire of life and death! At this moment, looking from the commander's platform, the Long Spear Corps has an orderly rhythm and a steady pace, and it already has the appearance of an elite soldier.

With a strong soldier in hand, the pride naturally reverberates in the chest! The young commander looked around, the Chinese army assaulted, 7,000 spears marched forward, covered by two wings, and 6,000 warriors lined up to attack together!

On the left is the loyal Quds Force. Three thousand Holy City warriors held shields and clubs, led by the jaguar Olosh, roaring like a pack of wolves. These hometown children have followed for generations, and they have always been treated well, and they can fight bloody battles to the end. On the right flank is the devout Religious Legion, formed from the amalgamation of the remaining Temple Guard and the Blessed Warriors. Veteran Etalik blew a sharp death whistle, and Natalie chanted the hymn of the Lord God. The religious legion chilled Shen Mu, whether it was a Mexica warrior or an Otomi warrior, they all held the sun amulet around their necks tightly and prayed wholeheartedly to the supreme Lord God. Facing the king army of the alien gods, they are full of killing intent and will never show mercy!

The drums of war are rushing, and the murderous aura is sweeping across. The four armies in front maintained a steady pace, approaching the Tarasco king army that was also deployed. And behind the front line, there are three thousand shooting corps. These long-distance warriors held longbows in their hands, crossbows in their arms, and arrows in their waists, and moved with the front line. The new batch of arrows from the capital in the lake has been replenished, and the warriors can shoot freely. As the two legions approached, the crossbowmen stood in formation one by one. They drew their bows and drew their crossbows, ready to send a rain of death arrows.

Then, it was not the bow and crossbow that was on standby to send out the thunder strike first. "Boom! Boom!", two violent thunderclaps suddenly exploded, like the wrath of Thor descending on the world!

In the gap between the Chinese army, two wooden cannons that had already been loaded were quickly fixed and fired immediately! Not more than a hundred steps apart, the flying stones carried an unstoppable force, majesticly bombarding the Tarasco Central Army, which was heavily armed with guns.

A dozen elite spearmen suddenly let out a miserable howl. Dense fountains of blood spattered from their bodies, and they rolled to the ground in pain. Scattered shells flew in all directions, and dozens of militiamen nearby were injured by stones, and ran away in fear. In the area where the dust rose, thousands of militiamen lined up were at a loss. They fell into unknown panic, knelt down on the ground full of fear, and prayed to the gods in front of them for forgiveness.

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

Under the inherited eagle banner, King Su Angua stared suddenly, and firmly held the magic staff in his hand. He had already heard about the new weapons of the Mexica from the chief's secret letter; he had also encountered exploding pottery caltrops in the bloody battle in the mountain fortress.

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

The two wings of the spear phalanx were weak, but the front was extremely strong. Su Angua similarly placed 3,000 long-spear militiamen in the central army, and deployed 2,500 royal warriors on each side. The core of the two thousand copper ax guards held longbows and lined up behind the Chinese army. Facing the attack of the Mexica Legion, the elite Tarakos army lined up in place, erected bronze spears, and put on a solid defensive formation. However, under the bombardment of wooden cannons, the Chinese army with the strongest line of defense was crumbling in an instant!

Su Angua gritted her teeth hard. It was a bad start, and an ominous premonition rose in his mind. He drew out the red flag that he had prepared for a long time, and moved to the left and right in the direction of the two wooden cannons. The sharp bamboo flute sounded immediately. The two thousand copper ax guards all took a step forward, drew their huge longbows, and radiated a roar of death towards the enemy's front line!

"Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" The black arrow rain covered the sky, and the metal arrows reflected the cold light. The copper ax guards shot luxurious copper arrows, which fell into the middle army of the Mexica with a howl. Even with the cover of wooden shields, more than a dozen gunners died instantly, and more than a hundred spear militiamen were pierced through the paper armor, screaming and falling to the ground.

The surviving gunners hurriedly dragged the wooden cannons to the rear. They have accomplished their most important mission. The first-generation Trak wooden cannon was loaded with stone shells, and its range was only over a hundred paces, which was not as good as that of the longbow, and it took nearly a quarter of a minute to load it. After taking the lead, facing the enemy with defenses, the next step is to reload the wooden cannon again, looking for new opportunities.

Longbow and bronze arrows, approaching and shooting. It was the first time that the Mexican Pike Corps encountered such a fierce long-range attack, and the steady rhythm was chaotic, and the pace of advancement was slightly stagnant.

The commanders-in-chief of the Chinese army, Kuluka and Ezpan, looked calm, waved their flags, and commanded the spear squad in the battalion. Seeing the instructions of the command flag, captain Guzman desperately blew the bone whistle on his neck, shouted loudly, and re-coordinated the steps of his teammates. Under the command of the captain, the first five rows of gunmen raised their rattan shields to cover the sky above their heads. The rest of the spearmen lowered their heads, hiding their faces under their 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 platform, Xiulot suddenly waved the command flag! The sound of the shooting flute pierced the sky, the three thousand shooting regiment paused for a while, and then there was a loud buzzing.

Thousands of feathered arrows pierced the sky, with a slanted arc, like electric light diffused, and "poof, poof" pierced into the enemy's central army. The Tarasco spear militiamen were in chaos, defenseless against the rain of arrows pouring down. In an instant, blood spattered and bodies rolled over, and more than two hundred people died. The samurai captain at the front line was killed by an arrow, and the chaos of the spear militia continued to intensify!

Su Angua stared ahead, frowned deeply at his own central army that was beginning to lose control, and the enemy spearmen approaching at an accelerated rate. He waved the red flag again, then drew out the black flag symbolizing death, and pointed at the Chinese army ahead.

The two thousand copper ax guards once again radiated a sharp rain of arrows, slowing down the footsteps of the Mexica army. Then the two hundred guards in the front line stood out in awe. They put on large shields and copper axes, and trotted into the spear militiamen. According to daily training, a hundred imperial guards raised their large shields to protect the battalion leaders at all levels. They shouted and kicked the flustered militiamen, and resumed command of the gun formation. The other hundred imperial guards did not show mercy. They grabbed the deserters who had jumped out of the army formation, directly pushed them to the ground, and dropped their axes with their hands.

Then, under the strict order of the king, the priests accompanying the army moved forward. They danced and sang loudly, calling for the divine power bestowed by the three gods, and suppressed the evil Mexica giant beast. Amidst 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 relentless rain of arrows interacted again, and the fallen corpses spilled hot blood. Amidst the shouts that shook the sky, the charge of the Mexica Legion came in an instant! Captain Guzman blew the bone whistle hastily, and the gun formation of two hundred people suddenly accelerated. Pushed by the whole team, the five rows of spears at the front reflected the cold light, accelerated forward in layers, and then stagnated suddenly, piercing into the same five rows of spears that were equally cold!

Shulot stared slightly. At this moment, he seemed to hear a dull impact. In the sight of the young commander, the spear formations of the two armies collided suddenly, and a dazzling red line bloomed in front of the formation! The gunmen of the two armies in the front row were like cut corn stalks, pierced by several spears in a row, and fell sideways one by one. No matter wearing battle clothes or paper armor, they are so weak in this instant charge!

Many spear militiamen were impaled on spears, but they couldn't die quickly. The mournful howling covered the drums of war and turned them into the brightest notes on the battlefield. The opposing spear phalanx was running cruelly, and the spearmen in the last few rows stretched out their spears again, stabbing hard at the enemy on the opposite side, and the howling sound quickly disappeared again. Soon, the second platoon of spearmen became the front line, and they thrust their spears forward with their hands clasped. The teammates in the last few rows held their spears high and stabbed downwards, while pushing forward desperately under the pressure from the rear.

Looking from afar, the hedgehog-like phalanx squeezed each other, and the forest-like spears collided and waved. After losing the kinetic energy, the competition between the guns is strength and discipline. The killing began to decrease rapidly, and the pushing gradually increased. The Mexica gun array has a clear numerical advantage, and gradually surrounds from both sides, but cannot break through for a while. The fighters on both sides held each other like a tug-of-war, until one side couldn't bear the pressure and the formation scattered, it was a one-sided massacre!

The rain of arrows in the air swayed again, this time falling on the loosely formed two wings, hundreds of warriors from the two armies were pierced to the ground one after another, dying alternately. The rain of arrows blows like a long wind, and the warriors fall like reeds. However, after the strong wind passed, the tough reed stood upright again!

The holy city warriors on the left flank waved their shields and howled into the formation of the kingdom's warriors. At this moment, copper spears clashed with batons, wooden shields collided with leather shields, roars and shouts merged and converged, floating in the chilling wilderness!

Olosh led one hundred of the most elite jaguar fighters in the holy city, and personally acted as a front arrow, rushing to the forefront of the battle. He swung his baton nimbly and powerfully, like a galloping tiger and leopard, and suddenly broke into a group of bronze spear warriors who had no time to form an formation. The mighty jaguar slashed vertically, knocking down the leading feathered helmet captain, and even the copper helmet was dented. Then, he swept across continuously, beheading three people in an instant. The jaguar fighters behind them rushed forward, and while the tiger roared, they knocked dozens of enemy troops to the ground with batons.

Olosh paused for a moment. He gasped for breath a few times, looked around, and couldn't help frowning deeply. Although the jaguar team as the front liner was unmatched, the main force of the samurai team could not break through together. The Tarasco warriors in front of them looked calm and neatly arranged. They form a battalion of 800 people, and a team of 200 people. Each team has its own spear formation, and also has battle sticks and copper axes. The captains of each team wore copper feather helmets and carried brightly colored small flags on their backs. They commanded in an orderly manner and firmly blocked the main force of the holy city from the spear formation. Facing the charge of the jaguar fighters, the Tarascos scattered but not chaotic, one team retreated and reorganized, and the other team met them neatly. They are like a school of fish in a lake, constantly changing alternately, and they can't see the end at a glance.

"Damn it! He swung his fist hard, but it hit the flowing sand! What a hard bone, he deserves to be the most elite royal army in Tarasco!"

Olosh cursed under his breath. He looked at the enemy troops who had begun to encircle them in an orderly manner from both sides, and glared fiercely. Then, without hesitation, the jaguar led the elite team, turned around and fought back to 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 right-wing religious legion wielded their batons, but it was another kind of tragic determination! Once a fanatical religious warrior goes to war, he is like a moth to a flame, with an undying will to die!

The warriors of the two armies just met, skipped the temptation and stalemate, and entered the cruel personal combat. Facing the spear team of the Tarascos, the fanatical Otomi warriors threw their batons directly, holding the shield that could only cover half of their body with both hands, and launched a life-and-death charge! These converted warriors shouted the name of the main god, rushed to the dense copper spears desperately, and then died tragically in the spear formation. 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 array stagnates, a slight flaw will be exposed. The religious warriors of the brigade will rush forward and fight with the Tarascos at close quarters. The temple guards blew a mournful whistle, their murderous intent boiled, and they fought wildly. They are almost defenseless, wielding extra-long Markwawit sticks with both hands, breaking the enemy's copper spear, cutting the enemy's leather armor, and cutting the enemy's flesh and blood! They charge towards the enemy, and either die immediately, or join one or several enemies, and go to the kingdom of God in the sky in a short while!

Shulot looked down at the magnificent battle situation with a serious and dignified expression. The left wing and the central army are still clearly separated, holding up their shields to confront each other; but the warriors on the right wing have long been entangled, and it is difficult to distinguish each other. A large expanse of blood flowers bloomed on the right wing, and was submerged by the noisy dust. The warriors on both sides were like the ice and snow in the early spring. In less than a quarter of an hour, one-sixth of them melted away!

The young commander took a deep breath, with ruthless firmness in his eyes. He waved the red banner again, and the five hundred crossbowmen marched at the same time, until they reached behind the front of the battle. The sharp flute sounded, and after a distance of more than a hundred steps, the crossbowmen suddenly raised their crossbows. They took a little aim, aimed at Tarasco's eagle flag, and the king under the eagle flag, and just looked up and struck!