Aztec Eternals

The noonday sun falls straight down from the clear sky, sweeping the shadows of the earth and the forest, removing the dew from the woods and meadows. Today is a good day for fighting and killing.

Sherlot also knew that today was a good day. In the Aztec calendar, today is the sixth day of the twentieth month of the solar calendar, symbolizing death, vitality, and vitality, and the representative symbol is the head of a skeleton. This is an auspicious day.

therefore. Commanders chose to take the initiative today.

Auspicious time and auspicious day. At this moment, he followed Avit to stand at the top of a hill, with four thousand warriors, quietly waiting for the appearance of the enemy.

Avit occupied the high ground, and the commander's battle flag was planted at the highest point, surrounded by a thousand warriors. The remaining three battalions were laid out in a line and arranged slightly lower in front. The warriors were sitting on the hills, with their shields and sticks on the ground in front of them, maintaining their physical strength to the greatest extent possible.

The flags of the enemy army appeared in the field of vision of Shulot, first scattered scouts, then spread out village levies, and then came the warriors in armor and hats, carrying shields and battle sticks, and finally a group of soldiers. A group of militiamen wearing only single clothes and carrying stone spears.

The two find each other. The commander of the other side was four or five miles away, and the battle formation began. The warriors took off their shields and sticks, and five battalions of Otomi warriors gathered in the middle, and three battalions on the left and right spread out, shielding the two flanks of the army, five battalions in front and four battalions scattered at the end.

Shulot observed the opponent's evolution, and the opponent's battle mentality was to give priority to protecting the samurai camp. Spread the militia battalions in four directions to withstand possible raids and ranged attacks. The samurai battalion was not placed in the line to avoid being entangled by the enemy and making it difficult to retreat.

In other words, the core strength of the opponent is always ready to run away. Shilot was speechless.

The two sides confronted each other for a while. The enemy's scouts continued to spread reconnaissance to the two flanks of the battlefield, and the commanders of both sides also constantly assessed the number and strength of each other's troops.

Avet's four battalions occupy the hilly highlands and remain on the defensive at all times.

Shulot could clearly feel the hesitation of the opposing commander. It should be that after assessing the strength of the opponent, a certain kind of self-confidence has emerged.

After a while, as the scouts on both flanks returned, it proved that no enemy ambush was found within a certain distance. The opposing commander finally began to attack.

Sherlot, who was in the high place, looked down, and the battlefield was unobstructed.

The Otomi people adjusted their formation again. Three militia battalions on each flank began to advance and deploy, and two samurai battalions were supplemented respectively. The three samurai battalions of the central army expanded slightly, advancing together with the five militia battalions, and the militia battalions at the rear continued to form a loose formation to shield the rear of the army.

The prelude to the war is slow, perhaps continuing the energy for the outbreak.

Soon, the two armies were only a few hundred meters apart, facing each other up and down the hills. The Otomi militiamen howled loudly, intimidating their opponents, boosting their own morale, and unleashing their pre-war fears.

This kind of meaningless intimidation was common to the warriors. The four thousand Mexican warriors on the hill were still on the defensive. They just stood up with shields and sticks, waiting for the next impact.

Two battalions of Otomi slingers went forward to the foot of the mountain and began to throw stones on the mountain. The stones fell like raindrops and were as powerless as raindrops. Throwing rocks from the bottom up does not cause meaningful damage to a warrior with a leather and wooden shield.

The Mexican warriors were a little turbulent, and in the face of this free throwing slinger, they had the desire to charge and fight. Avett still ordered the shield to defend and maintain the formation. The snails of defense continued to resound from the top of the mountain, suppressing the beasts in the warriors' hearts.

Seeing that the slingers could not disrupt the opponent's formation, Commander Otomi told the slingers to retreat.

The Otomi advantage lies in the large number of militias. The only way to defeat well-trained Mexica warriors with a militia is to destroy the warriors' formation and put them in a siege, draining the warriors' physical strength until they lose the speed and power to swing their weapons.

At this time, the militiamen can use simple stone spears to achieve an acceptable consumption ratio with the samurai. Like a peasant besieging a horseless knight in light armour.

Three battalions of Otomi militiamen then charged up and howled at the shields and clubs of the Mexica warriors, before being beaten, smashed, cut, broken, and turned into pieces. warm corpse. This kind of pressure is far from the limit of the Mexica warriors. The warriors suffered very little damage, just consuming their physical strength and gradually pulling the formation to the sides.

Three militia battalions on each flank began to speed up, trying to outflank the samurai. This flanking was more of a harassment.

Immediately, the real main force, the two Otomi warrior battalions pounced from both flanks and violently attacked the flanks of the two Mexican warrior battalions.

Only then did Avit give the order to attack, and the drumbeat of the attack quickly resounded through the hills. The three thousand Mexican warriors in front burst out with a loud cry, and the warriors began to unleash their most violent attacks regardless of their physical strength. They no longer swung their shields, but accelerated to let the battle sticks swipe through the curves, cut through the soft chest and abdomen, and hit the hard head.

Their formation also quickly squeezed away from the enemy in front, and the engagement surface expanded rapidly. The samurai were caught in a fierce battle, which also meant that the commander had lost the ability to command them, at least until this battle was over.

Once the real battle started, the three battalions of the Otomi militia in front could not bear the pressure of rapid casualties and collapsed from the front, reducing their organization to zero. They have accomplished their important mission of being the vanguard of cannon fodder, and will no longer be of any use in this battle.

The two battalions of Otomi warriors in the central army quickly pressed on, and roughly used shields to disperse the militiamen to both sides. Then, without giving the Mexican warriors more chances to recover their strength, they roared and charged towards the opponent in front.

At the same time, the militiamen in the rear also rushed up and fought against the command battalion where Avitt was. So as to contain the last Mexica reserve team.

Looking at the enemy soldiers rushing towards them from all directions, their faces twisted and roared. Beside his ears is the clash of shields and weapons, and from time to time there is a click, which is a crisp fracture of the bones. Blood splattered and spilled onto Shilot's feet, and his eyes were bright red.

Shiroutte's heart was beating violently, and every second was as long as a century. He couldn't help but look at Avit, but saw a hard and cold face that was both unfamiliar and familiar, observing the battle situation without any waves.

All combat positions on the hills are filled. In front were four thousand Otomi warriors and two thousand militiamen, half surrounded by three battalions of Mexican warriors, and in the rear four Otomi militia battalions contained the command battalion that harassed Avit.

At this time, Otomi Commander Giova also had a reserve of samurai battalion, two senior cannon fodder from the sling battalion, and four ordinary cannon fodder from the militia battalion. He also sent another man to gather up the three battalions of the militia that had just been dismantled.

Giova watched the battle in front of her with a burning gaze, looking for a gap in the formation, and was always ready to throw in the last samurai battalion, thus completely tearing apart the defense line of the Mexican samurai ahead. A triumphant smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Before the smile was complete, it suddenly solidified. Two battalions of Mexica warriors suddenly appeared from the outermost hill of the right-wing scouts and rushed towards the center of the battlefield.

Seeing the two Mexican warrior battalions rushing towards him in the distance, Shurot in the center of the army finally regained his composure. In fact, not counting the foreplay of intimidation and throwing stones, the battle between the two warriors only lasted for half an hour, and the real full-scale battle only took a quarter of an hour.

Commander Otomi, there is still a quarter of an hour to hesitate: either press the last samurai battalion, plus all the militia battalions, to face the rapidly approaching two thousand Mexican warriors. Looking forward to the Otomi warriors at the top of the mountain to break through the defense line first.

Either retreat immediately, throw the militia to the Mexicas, and the warriors on the mountain can retreat as much as they can, as long as they escape into the familiar mountain forests and they are safe.

Giova is making quick decisions. The first option is to bet all the weights to win, and the second option is to lose at least half. Looking at the advantage that the mountain has gradually gained, he hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the ominous premonition in his heart, and ordered the four militia battalions to advance forward to temporarily hold off the Mexican reinforcements.

Barda, dressed in an eagle battle uniform, led two battalions of Mexica warriors, rushed directly into the center of the 4,000 militia like a hurricane, and fought fiercely with the largest face-off.

The militiamen rushed forward with a howl, pierced their spears, slid past the leather armor and shields, and were knocked down by the warriors' sticks and smashed, like waves scattered on the shore.

Their morale also melted like ice and snow. However, the commander's flag fluttering high in the rear, and the approaching thousand reserve warriors, still maintained the bottom line of their morale.

The battle was at a stalemate for a while, but Avit at the top of the hill showed a real smile. Although the surrounding was still slaughtering and blood was dripping, he turned back and made a joke to Shulot: "The fish has finally taken the bait."

The fighting continued for another quarter of an hour, and the Mexica warriors in front were already squeezed together with the command battalion. Swinging the battle stick consumed too much stamina, and the warriors on the mountain used more shields to defend.

The physical strength of the warriors on both sides has not yet reached the limit, and it is still too early for large-scale casualties. Of the eight thousand warriors who were fighting, only three or four hundred of each were lost in combat at this time.

And when Casal's five hundred jaguar warriors and fifteen hundred warriors appeared on the left rear of the battlefield, dark clouds blocked all the sunlight in Giova's heart, and Commander Otomi lost almost everything in the battle in an instant. power.

The familiar tiger-shaped beast helmet is the nightmare of all city-state warriors, and generations of Otomi have grown up listening to its horror stories. Although Giova didn't believe the story, he was soberly aware of the terrifying fighting power of the jaguar warriors on the frontal battlefield.

The sound of retreating conch horns rang rapidly throughout the entire battlefield, and the half-engaged Otomi command battalion quickly left the battle. Giova gave a last senseless order for two battalions of slingers to contain the incoming Jaguars.

Immediately, he left behind the militia and the warriors who were still fighting, and fled into the forest to the right.

Casal sent a thousand Mexica warriors to pursue Giova. Then another 500 men were divided and attacked from behind the Otomi militia who were fighting with Barda.

And he himself led the jaguar warriors to the biggest big fish, the four thousand Otomi warriors who fought fiercely on the top of the mountain.

The retreating snails reached the top of the mountain. The first to react was the 4,000 Otomi militiamen who went behind the hill and were responsible for containing Avit.

Without the warriors to stand in the line, these seemingly simple mountain people kept their spare strength. When they saw the jaguar warriors rushing over from a distance, they knew that something was wrong, and immediately fled to the forest in the distance.

Avett's command battalion had just been liberated from combat. He ignored the militias, and immediately divided the command battalion into two groups, entangling Otomi's warriors deeper from both sides.

Shulot then completely calmed down and began to observe the battlefield carefully.

Only then did the Ortomi warriors on the top of the mountain realize that the situation was not going well. Under the leadership of hereditary nobles, while withdrawing from the battle with difficulty, they worked hard to maintain order. The warriors at the front were fighting more and more frantically, and the warriors at the rear began to spread out.

When a group of jaguar warriors rushed into the battle group of the Otomi warriors from the back, like a stone thrown into the lake, it immediately pressed a concave ripple in the crowd, and then the ripple spread, and the crowd scattered like a splash.

The remaining 2,000 Otomi militiamen on the top of the mountain collapsed completely. They screamed and fled with their backs to the enemy, before being cut down like cornstalks.

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With the backstab of the jaguar warrior, the skillful stick danced like a gust of wind and rain, hitting the shield, leather armor, back, and legs of the Otomi warriors, causing them to crawl to the ground.

Flanking from both sides, the Otomi warriors quickly lost their formation, and the morale of the army was rapidly declining. The jaguar warriors threatened with war and attacked with force, but within a quarter of an hour, the great collapse came.

From this moment on, the number of Otomi warriors falling every minute is ten times as many as before.

The Otomi warriors who fought on the front line fell into a final frenzy, and then quickly exhausted their physical strength during the siege, and were stunned by the warriors with the wooden side of their sticks.

The Otomi warriors on the flanks and flanks dropped heavy obsidian battle sticks, fled from both sides of the attack, and struggled for the last ounce of vitality toward the forest in the distance.

Feeling the rapid weakening of resistance, the Mexica warriors on the top of the mountain finally cried out for victory. They began to show mercy, using the obtuse angle, the side of the stick, to strike the Otomi in the legs and back, incapacitating them.

At this point, the frontal battle was over, and the Mexicans began to pursue their opponents, capturing them as easily as catching turkeys. The big capture has begun.

Standing on the top of the hill, smelling the rich blood that could not be dissolved in the air, watching the frantic escape of the Otomi people, listening to the enthusiastic cheers of the Mexica warriors, Shulot felt an unreal trance.

A quarter of an hour ago, the Otomi people were still dying, half an hour ago, he was still besieged by the enemy, an hour ago, the situation was at a disadvantage, and two hours ago, the battle had just begun.

"This is the war?" Sherlot looked at Avette and asked.

"This is not a war." A real smile finally appeared on Avit's face, "This is just the beginning!"