Aztec Eternals

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The approaching heat wave came with thick smoke, and the flag of Marshal Tarrasco was quickly smoked gray, like a rapidly dumping battle.

Under the banner, the head of the navy, Russia, was also shocked and pale. He widened his eyes and stared at the fire in front of him in a trance, and fell into a brief sluggishness in fear. After a while, the self-control of the senior commander made him quickly regain his composure.

Afterwards, the "crocodile" noble looked at the battle situation, and his heart was cold.

Tarrasco's large boat main force was brought to a chaotic stagnation. The Mexicans didn't stop, they kept firing flashing rockets, creating roaring fires, and igniting vital boats! In the moment of his shock and sluggishness, dozens of large boats lost their ability to fight. The surrounding warriors were all at a loss, officers at all levels were counting on the flagship to respond, and time could not wait!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ospie's expression changed rapidly. Facing the fear of the unknown, he hesitated for a few breaths, and once wanted to escape eastward. But after a few breaths, he remembered the consequences of retreating before the battle, and the difficulty of escaping against the current... At this time, there is death and no life!

After a moment of weighing, the "crocodile" aristocrat suppressed the deep fear, and the brave nature finally prevailed. He suddenly became ruthless, bit his lip hard, and roared loudly in the tingling and **** smell.

"I am the descendant of the gods, with the blood of the original crocodile, and the power of the gods can't hurt me!"

The roar of the supreme commander echoed on the lake, inspiring the terrified warriors around. Then, he looked at the brave general Kurucha beside him.

"Herring, drum for me! Order the entire army to move forward and continue to charge!"

Kuruza nodded fiercely and sounded the thunderous drums of war. The "crocodile" nobles personally waved the battle flag, swirling and pointing forward.

"Rush! Rush! Rush melee! They won't be able to launch rockets again!"

The shocking drums of war sounded, and the flag of the giant crocodile flew. Ruspie looked around again. Around his flagship, the hundreds of large boats on the inner side gradually resumed command, and the more than 100 large boats on the outside were still in chaos. In front of him, nearly 100 large boats were burning, becoming dazzling huge torches. Behind him, the noble Chapala Feather was still terrified, standing sluggishly on the bow.

"Xuuuuu", the rocket struck again, igniting more than a dozen large boats in the periphery again. The "crocodile" aristocrat had no time to wait, and he ordered the nearest guard in a stern voice.

"Quick! Get on the boat, go find Chapala's Feather, and let him gather the chaotic fleet and quickly follow me to charge. Tell him that the main force of the navy is still there, and we still have a chance to win!"

Then, the corners of Ospie's mouth bleed, like a ferocious crocodile, roaring furiously.

"Ferocious warriors, charge with me!"

The commander-in-chief's battle flag pointed in front of him, the trumpet sounded shrill, and the war drums roared. The Tarrasco flagship moved slowly, bypassing the burning front, and then accelerated sharply. The marshal's warship went forward, personally leading more than a hundred large boats that were inspired, and resolutely rushed towards the enemy fleet not far away.

Seeing the enemy's flagship that was recovering quickly, and the more than a hundred large boats charging fiercely, Xiulote admired and exclaimed.

"What a brave crocodile!"

Immediately, the young commander-in-chief on the altar waved the flag again, and the longbow warriors in the rear immediately adjusted their direction, and the sky-filled rockets shot at the incoming fleet. After a few breaths, the rocket roared and fell into the scattered enemy fleet, and more than a dozen charging boats were ignited.

A long wind blew past, blowing the rising smoke away, making the vision clear. Tarrasco's flagship paused for a moment, then adjusted its direction and rushed towards the flag of the Mexica coach.

Seeing the suddenly approaching enemy ark group, Shulot was unmoved. He continued to command the back formation, firing steadily. The figure of the young commander stood under the banner and became the focus of the entire battlefield.

Looking at the flagship of the enemy navy, Bertard's eyes narrowed. He stepped forward and raised his longbow. The guard next to him ignited the rocket's cardboard shell and delivered it quickly. The samurai captain turned sideways, put the bow on the arrow, stretched it to full force, and shot it quickly. The heavy rocket flickered on and off, flew over a distance of 60 to 70 paces, nailed it accurately on the wooden shed of the enemy ship, and then exploded with a bang.

Ospie's ship was suddenly lit, and the family warriors who accompanied the ship looked terrified and went forward to put out the fire. The "crocodile" nobleman blushed, strode forward, and pushed the burning wooden shed into the lake. Then, holding the shield high in his hand, he shouted sharply.

"Go and row! Don't stop! Go with me!"

After giving the order, Ospie widened his eyes and stared at the enemy flagship just ahead. This was the hope of a comeback! Then, his eyes lit up, staring firmly at the gorgeous figure under the flag of the coach, and roared in a deep voice.

"Guards, shields cover! Herring, bring my longbow, and you will have one too!"

Under the banner of the Black Wolf, Bertard was about to launch a rocket again when his expression suddenly changed. At a distance of fifty or sixty paces, the shield on the enemy's flagship was suddenly lowered, revealing a rough and strong warrior. He held a Mexica longbow in his hand, which had been drawn steadily, and the copper arrow facing him flashed a cold light. Behind him, another fierce warrior stood sideways, also raising his bow.

Seeing this, the samurai chief dropped his longbow without hesitation, and then threw himself to the side.

With a smile on his face, Scholot looked at the battlefield where the situation was good, and thought about the flanking of the two wings. Immediately, a pair of sturdy arms came around, and the boy's back was suddenly stressed, and at an unresponsive moment, he was forcibly dropped.

"Hey!" A sharp arrow roared from above Shilot, awakening his long-lasting memories. Then there was another sound of "咻", a sharp arrow struck, followed by the sound of "tear" cutting through the leather armor, and the sound of "puchi" penetrating the flesh. Then, the sound of hurried footsteps boarded the coach's high platform, several guards tightly covered the front, and then there were two "duh" with sharp arrows entering the shield.

Looking at the shield formation that completely blocked the view of the enemy, Ruspai put down his longbow regretfully. He and Kuruza shot one after another. The four arrows that unexpectedly attacked, but only wounded the tall warrior who sacrificed his life for the savior.

Then, he recalled the appearance and stature of the tall samurai, and felt inexplicably familiar. Wasn't that the sharpshooter he was chasing for half a day and determined to earn his command? Then, he thought of the enemy's commander-in-chief, the inexplicably familiar medium stature, and the faintly handsome face of a young man under the feather crown... Marshal Mexica personally investigated? !

Suddenly, the "crocodile" nobleman was shocked. He sighed and stomped his feet hard, remorseful in his heart.

"It's you! It turned out to be you! It turned out to be you that day!!!"

Under the protection of his personal guards, Shiloh knelt up from the ground with difficulty. He smelled the blood in the air and breathed nervously into Bertard's breath. The samurai chief was in severe pain, lying on his side and unable to move. He opened his eyes wide, looked at the young man's concerned expression, and smiled reluctantly.

"His Royal Highness, continue to command the rear formation! I can't die!"

Shirot seemed unheard of. He carefully searched for the samurai chief, and finally found that the position of the arrow was on the back, only two inches away from the neck. The young commander heaved a sigh of relief, nodded to the loyal samurai chief, and then looked at the guards.

"Send Captain Paladin to the stern for good treatment! Be careful, be gentle!"

Then, Shirot got up again, looking at the battle not far away through the gap in the shield. Nearly a hundred enemy fleets rushed fiercely all the way, and they had already come within 30 steps to engage the Mexican ark at the forefront. Many Tarrasco boats came with flames, burning and crashing.

The loud noise of "bang bang" continued to sound, and dozens of large boats collided. The warriors of Tarrasco jumped towards the enemy ship, surrounded by flames, without stopping. Waving copper spears and wooden shields, they collided head-on with the Mexica warriors who were wielding battle sticks and vine shields, and they fought **** together.

The ignition of the rocket takes time. In the face of a resolutely assaulting enemy, it cannot be fired again after three rounds. The young commander looked around, and on the lake ahead, there were more and more large boats colliding, and the warriors on both sides were completely fighting!

There was a loud "bang", and the two large boats collided violently, shaking the hull at a large angle. Several warriors on each side were unsteady and "thumped" into the water. Afterwards, the captains of the two ships roared loudly in different languages ​​and fought first.

A Mexican warrior had just dropped his longbow, held his battle club, and was stabbed in the face by a spear. He didn't have time to pick up the shield, so he had to dodge sideways, raise his stick to block, and his center of gravity quickly became unbalanced. At this moment, another spear struck diagonally. The Mexica warrior heard the wind and turned his head to see it out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't have time to move. In an instant, his waist suddenly became cold, and he lost his strength in an instant.

Tarrasco's samurai struck with excitement. He stirred the copper spear vigorously, shattering the soft viscera, and then pulled it out with great force, bringing with it a hot blood. He looked at the fallen enemy warrior and grinned triumphantly, but a battle stick came quietly behind him. Life and death are only in an instant, there is no way to respond! The battle stick ruthlessly slashed the side of the neck, and the sharp obsidian slice cut through the skin, directly severing the left carotid artery.

"Chichi", the blood suddenly flew, splashing more than one meter away, spraying the senior warrior Nekali behind him with a full face. Nekali immediately squatted down, raised his shield with his left hand, and wiped his cheek with his right sleeve. Then, he stood up vigilantly and took a sip of the warm liquid that splashed into his mouth.

"Bah, **** Ability God believers, the blood is so choking!"

Nekali looked around angrily, his pupils shrinking sharply. The Tarasco warrior just now had fallen, but the three cooperating militia spears had already stabbed in the face. It was difficult to dodge on the narrow boat. He used his shield to resist several times in a row, and was finally forced to retreat to the stern of the boat. Then, he roared and threw out a battle stick, knocking down a young militiaman with a bang, and then helplessly jumped into the lake.

The militiaman Wezti's eyes were red, and he continued to move forward, stabbing the Mexican warrior who was struggling and swimming away in the lake. There was a pair of big hands behind him, pulling him violently.

"Wizti, you wood! What time is it now, you still have to fight!"

Chiwako scolded angrily, his wrinkled old face shaking. Afterwards, the old militiaman crouched down and quickly inspected the downed young militiaman.

The roaring battle stick just now came, and the young militiamen had neither shields nor cotton armor, and they didn’t even know how to block them with unimportant arms. The battle stick hit his chest, and the sharp piece cut through his chest and neck. Unstoppable blood flowed, instantly filling the hands of the old militiaman.

Chiwako shuddered, quickly took out the herbal bag, and took a deep breath. Then, he stood up, regained his composure again, and looked left and right on the fighting lake.

There were still terrifying rockets in the sky, turning into terrifying fire demons of several meters on the water, igniting the boats behind them one by one. And further back, which was constantly burning, the kingdom's navy was still in chaos. The boats ran around like headless flies, fighting with the Mexica boats indiscriminately. Some of the big boats were spinning in place, some were bumping into each other, and some seemed to be changing direction?

The old militiaman looked forward again. There was the very center of the fight. Hundreds of large boats collided together, and the samurai masters shouted the names of the gods and killed them. Then, like the pumpkins in the autumn harvest, the old men tumbled and fell down, or like overripe beans, their bodies were split open, and the lake was covered with spreading bright red. There are only two flags of the coach, almost leaning against each other, still standing like cornstalks.

Chiwako shuddered again and hurriedly took another sip of the herbal bag.

Behind him, Weizti came back to his senses, looked at the fallen militia, and asked eagerly.

"Chiwako, can he be saved?"

"Save your ass! You can't live. Take care of yourself first!"

The old militiamen continued their search on the lake. He shouted in series, his hoarse voice trembling.

"Look carefully! The samurai masters who led the team are almost dead, and now they are fighting a fart! The masters behind did not keep up, and there are many Mexicans, and this battle will definitely not be won! . . Hurry up, call on the other woods and look for the nearest boat together. If you wait any longer, it will be a dead end!"

Hearing the word "death", Chiwako was jolted and hurriedly greeted him left and right. Five more pike militiamen approached from the left and right, and the other militiamen from the same village, led by the samurai, were still fighting with red eyes. Two Mexica warriors were attracted, but they were blocked by several spears in the stern, unable to approach for a while.

"Yes, that's right there. Recently, let's swim to that boat!" Chiwako's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed his finger more than twenty steps away. A solitary boat floats on the water with the bodies of the Mexica militias lying down.

Chiwako glanced at it, hundreds of boats on both sides were still strangling together, and from time to time someone fell into the water howling. Once the boats of the two sides met on the water, the militiamen fought brutally until one boat was killed. Many unmanned boats floated on the lake, spreading bright red along the way. Chiwako looked at the narrow and fragile boat, and the red dripping from the hull, and felt uneasy in his heart.

"Chiwako, we have to give up the stable boat and go up to the swaying boat?!"

The other militias turned their heads as they confronted the growing number of Mexica warriors.

"Wizti, are you stupid? The big boat is the target of the Mexicans. It's a target when it's far away, and a battlefield when it's near. If you really want to escape, you can't escape quickly. Of course, you have to get on a small boat!"

"Ah, Chihuaco, we're going to be deserters?!" Wezti's voice was trembling and panicked.

The old militia snorted hard and stopped looking at the stupid wood. He looked around at the militiamen and shouted in a low voice.

"Woods, if you want to live, follow me later!"

Afterwards, Chiwaco squatted down, groped carefully on the deck, and found two unlit rockets. He curiously touched the round cardboard shell. This thing is only the size of a pumpkin, how can it become a fire demon of several meters?

The old militiaman had no time to think, and hurriedly hid a rocket in his arms. Then, he stood up, imitating the Mexica archer he had seen before, made a movement of lighting a fire, and then suddenly threw another rocket at the confronting Mexica warriors.

"Dive! Let's go!" After throwing the rocket, the old militiaman jumped into the lake without stopping, and then desperately swam to the boat more than 20 steps away. The militiamen froze for a moment, then hurriedly dropped their spears and jumped into the water. There is no doubt about the water quality of the people on the lake. They are like young fish, quickly following the old fish in front.

Seeing the rocket thrown, several Mexica warriors hurried back with fear on their faces. They clearly know the power of gunpowder arrows burning. After a while, the rocket didn't move, not even a spark. The warriors looked at each other, and then looked at the Tarrasco militia roaming fast, momentarily ashamed and speechless.

Wezti followed Chiwaco, darting forward at a rapid pace. He looked up and saw a clumsy figure still struggling and swimming in front of him, and his heart burst into flames again. So, the young militiaman slammed into it and kicked the Mexica warriors in the water fiercely.

Sudden heavy blow, Nekali exhaled in pain, and then "gulugulu" swallowed a few mouthfuls of lake water, and was kicked and floated to the outside.

Wizti groped his body, but couldn't find a sharp weapon. He turned around and saw that the old militiaman had already touched the edge of the boat, and he probably wouldn't wait for him alone. Thinking of this, he turned his head and turned around, took a last look at the flaming lake, and remembered this nightmarish scene deeply in his mind.

The peaceful Yuriria Lake was dyed red, and countless large boats and small boats were as silent as coffins. Under the coffin, there are countless scattered corpses, as well as rippling and spreading blood. Fresh corpses continued to fall from the slaughtering boats. In front of the fiercest fighting, thousands of warriors fought bravely, and the roar shook the world. And at the very center, the flagship of the Navy is still beating the drums of war, and the commander of the kingdom is still fighting furiously!

Watching this intense scene, Wizti lost his mind for a moment and sighed deeply. Then he turned hastily, without pausing, and swam straight toward the hope of escape.