Aztec Eternals

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The thunderous scream echoed on the lake, drowning out the whistling wind. Burning smoke floated into the sky, obscuring the bright sun. Between the sky and the lake, it was full of chills and darkness.

Shulot stood on the high altar again, welcoming the cheers of the guards. Ters held a man-high shield high, took over the position of the knight commander, and covered him in front of him. The young commander looked around, discerning the noisy battlefield and judging the progress of the battle.

Directly ahead, the nearly 100 large boats led by the Russian faction have already charged within thirty or forty steps, smashing into a group with the front line of the Mexican Navy. The flag of Marshal Crocodile fluttered high, with dozens of sturdy boats rowing desperately, carrying the most elite family warriors, breaking through the obstacles all the way, and rushing fiercely towards the flagship of the Black Wolf again.

The commander of the front line, Anatri, turned back again and looked at the stable flagship behind. Seeing His Highness standing again, she felt a little at ease. She didn't see the tall and quiet warrior chief, and was full of worry.

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

"Shameless ratfish who stole secret arrows!"

Anatly pointed his spear and led dozens of large boats around, speeding up and slamming into Tarasco's flagship. The two large boats collided violently, and the vigorous female warrior shouted and charged with a gun. She walked flat on the swaying deck, stabbed a three-meter spear, and deftly bypassed the shield and stabbed a Tarasco warrior in the way. Then, she recognized the commander-in-chief of the other party and approached again with a gun.

Ospie squatted on his knees, stabilizing his body on the rocking boat. Then, with a quick glance, he identified the leader of the other party's big boat, the female samurai wielding a big gun. Without hesitation, the "crocodile" noble took out an expensive copper axe from his waist, took a step, and threw it away.

Anatly stepped forward quickly, always staring at the commander of the other party, and his pupils shrank instantly. She jumped backwards like a butterfly, leaned agilely, then swept hard, deflecting the whistling throwing axe. The copper axe swirled and slashed at the side of the big boat with a "click", penetrating half an inch into the wood. The female warrior was caught by this force, and she fell back to her boat lightly.

Anatri's eyes widened, looking at the expensive hidden weapon throwing axe, furious.

"Ratfish! Still attacking!"

The Russian spit fiercely "Bah" with **** spit. He didn't respond, and took out a copper axe again.

The confrontation between the navy heads of the two sides was only in an instant. The two gorgeous large boats stabilized a little, and the warriors on board immediately rushed together. In order to support the head of the regiment, nearly a hundred large boats around them approached and collided, forming a flat ground on the lake, and could no longer move. Then, there were nearly 2,000 warriors on each side, dressed in different battle uniforms, stabbed spears and wielded sticks, entangled and killed them together.

These warriors are the elites beside the commander, most of them are loyal and brave, and they fight lightly and swiftly. At this time, the battle situation was critical, and there was a dash of madness in the fight.

Six or seven warriors of Tarrasco formed a small formation, alternated with bronze spears, and stabbed to death three Mexica warriors one after another. Another Mexican warrior saw this, his eyes were red. He threw his battle club forward violently, then clutched his shield and rushed forward desperately. The battle stick came, and the front copper spear on the opposite side was messed up, and then it was knocked away by the shield. The copper spears in the rear stabbed one after another, finally bypassing the edge of the shield and piercing the warrior's thigh "puchi". The samurai cried out in pain, and used his free right arm to make a full circle, directly encircling a few bronze spears, and would not let go.

The opponent's gun formation suddenly stagnated, and the Mexica warriors in the rear quickly approached. In close combat, Tarrasco's bronze spear is no longer useful. The obsidian battle stick swiped vigorously, hitting the opponent's neck with precision, with a tempered simplicity. But after a dozen or so breaths, the Tarasco warrior opposite was hit in the side of the face, slit his throat, and died on his back one after another.

When the warriors looked back again and checked Zhongspear's teammates, they saw that he had already opened his eyes and crouched, with a pool of blood on his body, and he was completely motionless. His right arm was still holding several bronze spears, and he would not let go. The warriors remained silent for only a few breaths, then turned around again, and headed for the center of the chaos.

At the center of the chaos, more elite Tarasco warriors formed a spear formation of bronze spears, showing their mighty power on the narrow boat. A Mexican longbow warrior looked at his companion who was stabbed to death one after another, his eyes were red, and he ignited the rocket in his hand and threw it at the dense gun formation. After a while, the gunpowder quickly detonated, igniting several Tarasco warriors in the center, and the gun array suddenly dispersed. The burning samurai howled miserably, let out a howl that was not human, and then jumped into the lake.

Tarrasco's warriors were burned many times, and under heavy losses, they finally understood the principle of the fire demon's release. They also followed suit. They found the fire and rockets on each other's decks, imitating the burning of paper gunpowder shells, and then throwing them at places with more people in Mexica. Some bronze spear warriors hesitated and turned themselves into torches. More samurai threw them in advance, and the powder arrows detonated after a delay, rolled around, and then burned regardless of the enemy or the enemy.

Soon, the raging flames were ignited everywhere, and gradually spread on the hundreds of boats that were closely connected. Then, the remaining rockets on the deck detonated one after another, slowly lighting an incomparably huge torch. More violent smoke rose up, completely dyeing the flags of the navy commanders on both sides black.

Looking at the spectacular fireworks in front of him, Xiulote stood on the high platform of the boat and kept giving orders. The flag-bearers waved their flags, and the short conch horns conveyed the instructions to spread out to both sides, and the semaphore that circled forward directed the direction of advance.

The Black Wolf's flagship slowly retreated, commanding the longbow personal guards on the dozens of large boats in the rear, and it was always stably projecting to the enemies farther away, igniting the Tarrasco large boats that came one after another.

Then, the dozens of mexican arks in the center spread out further to the sides, avoiding the bigger and bigger torches. More than a hundred large boats on the two wings flank forward, dispersing the small boats that collide with each other indiscriminately. Then the slender warship accelerated all the way, went around the enemy's rear, and used rockets to set the Tarrasco boat still in chaos.

More than 500 mexican boats moved closely with the big boat, gradually unfolding from the chaotic wings. The boat group is like a swaying school of fish, moving nimbly. The longbow militiamen on the boat used their superb bowing skills to shoot enemy samurai at close range.

Under the command of Shulot, two battlefields gradually formed on the lake. The battlefield in front was surrounded by flames, the navy on both sides fought fiercely, and the navy commander personally rushed to the front. The battlefield in the rear was ablaze with flames, and the Tarrasco Marines were unilaterally under fire and could not recover from the chaos.

As for the small boats that were fighting more peripherally, they had no effect on the overall situation of the battlefield. At this time, no one paid attention to them, and they completely lost their command. The militias gradually slowed down their brutal fighting, the Mexica boats swayed and circled in place, and the Tarrasco boats began to flee south sporadically. In the queue of fleeing to the south, a blood-stained boat was inconspicuous, but it rowed quickly and accurately fled to the estuary upstream.

On the battlefield in the rear, with the call of the Russian guards, Peng Guali, the commander of the Chapala Army, finally woke up from the sluggishness of fear.

He looked at the battlefield where he was fighting in the distance. The flag of the crocodile coach had been submerged in thick smoke, which seemed to be quite bad. He looked at the burning boats everywhere, and the Mexican navy approached quickly from the two wings, throwing ghost fires one after another. He looked at the eager guard again, his face was cloudy and uncertain, and murderous intent was hidden in his eyes.

The Russian guards looked anxious and made an earnest request again.

"Respected Chapala Feather, the marshal is fighting to the death in front, only dozens of paces away from the enemy's flagship. The Chapala Corps in the rear has more than 100 large boats! Please lead the rear to charge quickly, we still have Chance to win!"

Hearing this, Chapala's feathered demeanor was majestic and silent. He looked left and right, and the warriors of the Legion took control of the boat, demoralized. They looked terrified, anxiously waiting for the commander's order.

On the periphery of the fleet, the boats of Mexica kept coming quickly, shooting long arrows of "咻咻", and then turned to flee. These long arrows were angled at a tricky angle, and at times passed through the shield, killing the outcropping Chapala warriors. In front of both sides, a similar number of Mexica boats gradually approached, shooting waves of terrifying rockets, igniting the outermost boats. And farther ahead, there are still hundreds of enemy boats scattered into loose fronts.

"Where is the chance to win here? Where is the life? The Chapala Legion can't be folded here!"

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

"It will take three or four days to flee upstream and south, and it will take three or four days to be pursued by the Mexica Marines, and the slower boats will be damaged by how much! And once the marshal survives and returns to the northern line of defense, liquidation and accountability cannot be avoided... Then, the vitality is in the north of the downstream!"

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

"Okay, let's charge north!"

The corps commander's bird flag finally waved, and the hurried drums sounded, conveying the order to speed up the north. Peng Guali's ship gradually accelerated. The rest of the boat group found the backbone, and they swarmed around and headed north together. More than 100 large boats and more than 300 small boats, fully loaded with Chapala Corps, hurried to the northern battlefield. This is the last strength of the Tarrasco Marine!

Xiulote shrank his pupils when he saw more than 100 large boats rushing towards him.

"The Tarrascos are so willing to die!"

There are still two hundred large boats in the hands of the young commander to obey the command. Although he can win the battle, he is afraid that many samurai will be damaged. He waved the battle flag again, and the large boats on both wings turned back, and the large boats in the center gathered to the rear, forming a tight formation.

Shilot stood in awe and waved the flag again.

"Xuuuuuu" Thousands of longbow personal guards set up bows and released arrows, and the continuous fire and rain shot at the incoming enemy ships, setting more than ten large boats on fire. A moment later, another burst of fire rain took away the same number of enemy ships.

Nearly a hundred Tarasco boats were swiftly approaching the front line in a moment. The Mexica Marines shrunk rapidly and gathered into a group, ready to engage at any time.

At this moment, the harsh sound of conch horns sounded from the enemy fleet, and a flag painted with birds turned half a circle, pointing slightly to the northwest. On the big boat under the flag, Russian guards clutched their chests, looked at the honorable head of Chapala in disbelief, and were then thrown into the lake by several warriors.

Peng Guali's eyes were deep and indifferent. He glanced faintly at the "crocodile" flag a hundred steps away, lowered his eyes, and felt complicated. The high flag fluttered in blood and fire, and the Marshal of the North was still fighting on the battlefield. After standing still for a moment, Captain Chapala continued to wave the battle flag, pointing to the estuary in the northwest again.

Under the command of the regiment commander, the charging fleet adjusted its direction slightly without any pause. They followed the flags pointed diagonally, deviated from the main force of the Mexica big boat, rushed through the enemy's line of defense in an instant, and continued to move forward with an arc. Soon, the vast fleet of ships swept across the battle front like the wind and accelerated towards the lower reaches of the Leman River.

Shirou was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood.

"The wind is smooth, the speed is increased to the fastest, and it goes straight downstream... This is to escape!"

The young commander quickly waved the flag, and the third round of rockets was launched again, taking away more than ten large boats. But the rest of the Chapala fleet did not stop, and with the speed of a charge, escaped into the estuary leading downstream.

Shulot looked at the fleet that couldn't catch up, and then looked at the battlefield that was still fighting. Afterwards, his eyes stayed 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 complex hydrology downstream, so he made a decision and no longer divided his troops to pursue.

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

Shirott commanded the fleet again, the flagship of the black wolf gradually moved forward, and the large boats on both wings also leaned towards the burning battlefield. Through the drifting smoke, his eyes were once again at the center of the battle.

In the surrounding flames, Ospie wielded a large shield of copper axe and collided with Anatri's spear. The navy captains of both sides fought fiercely together again.

The female samurai stabbed accurately with the spear, and the "crocodile" nobleman was half composure and accurately resisted with a large shield. Then, Ospie rounded his eyes, moved forward calmly, and kept slashing at the barrel of the gun with the copper axe. Anatly carefully drew the gun to dodge, and from time to time backhanded, forced the opponent back. The two heads of the regiment were equally skilled in martial arts, and they felt helpless for a while.

Seeing that a breakthrough could not be achieved, Ospie roared sharply.

"Herring, spear!"

Hearing this, Herring Kurucha let out a low whistle. He leaned forward and resisted a mexican warrior's stick, and the leather armor on his chest was cut by "Zi La". Then, he half-held the barrel of the gun, and quickly stabbed two short guns, deeply piercing the opponent's side waist, and the screams immediately sounded.

Kuruza turned around without hesitation, ignoring the life and death of the enemy. With a quick glance, he rushed forward two steps, grabbed the gun 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 him, but they were all stabbed to death by Kuruca. Under the joint attack of "crocodile" and "herring", the female samurai was soon at a disadvantage, and the situation was full of dangers.

Seeing this, Shulot on the high platform looked solemn. He took out the longbow and pulled it away, took a copper arrow, and narrowed his eyes to aim ahead. After a long while, when the female warrior was forced to retreat again, the young commander suddenly let go, and a long arrow came like lightning!

Ospie let out a painful cry, and the bronze axe in his right hand fell in response. He was rushing forward when a bronze arrow suddenly struck. The precise copper arrow pierced through the gap in the shield, ripped open the armor of his right arm, and penetrated nearly an inch deep. He had been hit by an arrow in his left arm and had been raised for several months, and now he was hit by an arrow in his right arm, and he could no longer fight for a while.

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

"Ratfish! How dare you sneak attack!"

Seeing that the coach was injured, several surrounding guards immediately stepped forward with shields to cover the coach and withdraw. Several more warriors formed a spear formation to hold back the vigorous female warrior.

Hearing the call, Kuruza looked around, looking for the enemy who was attacking, and then he was shocked. He carefully identified the Chapala fleet that fled, and saw the Mexica ark approaching from both flanks, and hurriedly returned to the injured coach.

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

Ospey glared angrily with round eyes, looking at his favorite general.

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

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

The "crocodile" noble stood up in disbelief. He looked directly behind him, and there were only countless burning boats and scattered small boats. He looked to the side and forward again, and the large boats were lit up, extending a costly escape route. At the estuary at the end of the road is the last shadow of the boat, and the flag of a bird can be seen vaguely.

Russian roared furiously, then his chest hurt, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood.

"Ratfish! Ah, poof... They are the ones who are going to fight, and they are the ones who flee first... How can the crocodile and the mouse fish conspire together!"

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

"Head of the regiment, retreat quickly! Take off the marshal's uniform, change to a light boat, and leave the battlefield south. The river mouth fortress can still be held, I'll be your queen!"

Kuruza knelt down on one knee, showing his death intent. With a final gesture of courtesy, he raised his spear again, and aimed at Anatri.

Ospie stretched out his aching arm, but failed to catch the departing warrior. Kuruza rushed forward bravely, leaving only a back for him.

"Herring...you..."

The loyal family warriors glanced at each other, and quickly took off the "crocodile" family master's battle clothes. Then they pushed and shoved the coach to the boat specially prepared for the flagship~www.readwn.com~ and went up to several boating guards. The remaining family warriors gave a final salute, said goodbye to the master family who had been loyal to them for generations, and continued to turn around to fight.

The fire raged, shrouding the central battlefield in smoke. 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 entire army, and one is the battle behind the palace!

On the battlefield, the remaining Tarasco sailors were stunned. The big boat and the small boat pause for a moment, and then make a different choice. The loyal family warriors continued to steer the boat and fought at the rear. The conscripted militiamen rowed their boats and fled to the south without hesitation.

Hundreds of small boats fleeing south are like a swarm of panicked fish, staggered in disorder and intertwined with trajectories. In the chaos, a brand-new boat galloped into the fleet that fled south. Under the cover of countless small boats, this boat disappeared from the eyes of the caring people, and it was no longer difficult to distinguish.

On the fleeing boat, Ospie's face was gray and his heart was cut like a knife, and he finally looked at the battlefield in the north. He saw that the banner of the century-old "crocodile" fell with a bang, the warriors of the three thousand families withered away, and the glorious family that had been passed down for two hundred years was destroyed in one fell swoop! Thinking of this, he couldn't help but his eyes were wet, and "crocodile" tears flowed out.

After escaping into the southern estuary, the "crocodile" noble turned around and looked back, remembering the flag of the black wolf.

"We'll meet again!"

The Russian looked sad and swore in a low voice.

Under the banner, the young commander felt something. With a triumphant smile on his face, he looked at the southern estuary of Lake Yuriria, and the estuary fortress a hundred miles away.

"We'll meet again!"

Shulot was smug and laughed loudly.

The long wind blew across the burning lake, engraving all the oaths and laughter in the wind of history, just like this water battle that decides the world!