Aztec Eternals

"Aztec Eternal (

The bright sunlight fell from the middle of the sky, illuminating the ant colonies not far from each other on the ground, which were two small and huge legions. The refreshing long wind blew from the sky and the earth, blowing away the raised smoke and dust, bringing the roar and shouting of the legion.

The Mexica warriors wore bright cotton armor and leather armor, and they held shining battle sticks and bronze spears. The shield on their left arm was even more essential. They lined up in a tight formation, roaring loudly, imitating the roar of an eagle and a tiger. From time to time, the samurai captain carrying the small flag will lead the team members, knocking the wooden shield neatly, and shouting in unison, deterring the enemy in front.

And the captains of the temple legion are more eye-catching. These fanatical tattooed warriors stand at the front, holding up their skull-shaped instruments and whistling eerie death whistles. The low whistle sounded, like a howling ghost wind crossing the border, and the Chapala militiamen on the opposite side were suddenly much quieter, and their morale dropped significantly.

In the center, surrounded by the samurai, is a high wooden platform that is quickly erected. The four corners of the wooden platform are guard samurai holding large shields, firmly guarding the central coach. In the center, Shulot was dressed in a commander-in-chief's costume, with a heavy feather crest on his head, carrying a four-meter black wolf flag on his back, holding a delicate spear flag, and stood awe-inspiringly on the high platform. He is at the most conspicuous height, with the largest umbrella on his back, so that all the warriors can see it clearly, this is where the heart of the army lies!

Beside him are several heralds who are on call at any time, holding various small flags. Behind him is a military band with war drums and wooden gongs, horns and snails in hand, and a bone whistle in their mouths. They are always on call, turning military orders into music of different kinds and rhythms. Military orders do not need to be pleasant to the ear, just ring all over the place!

Xiulote stood a few meters high, with a firm and solemn expression. He watched the Chapala Corps several miles away, quickly estimated the military situation, and imprinted the situation in his mind.

The enemy army was fully deployed, and a square and circular array was stationed in place, arranged in a rough line. The size of the Chapala Legion is around 30,000, and the warriors are around 10,000. Among the opponent's army formations, the most obvious is the four warrior square formations. The left and right flanks have a while, the left-wing warriors are wearing sky blue suits, and the number is slightly larger, and the right-wing warriors are wearing silver-white combat clothes, and the number is slightly smaller.

Shulot carefully observed that the left-wing warriors had more bronze spears, and the formation was more neat, and they were shouting loudly at this time.

"It seems that the enemy is biased towards the left."

The young commander nodded slightly and wrote it down in his heart. Immediately, he looked at the enemy's samurai army.

Chapala's army of warriors is divided into two groups, the number of which is approximately the same. They are wearing patterned battle clothes, like feathers, neatly gathered together. Seeing from afar, the central army has more warriors in the front and fewer guards in the back, like a bird with a big head and a big belly. The bird's head is a tall commander's battle flag!

The battle flag, high up on the hill, was in a very conspicuous position, embroidered with the gorgeous long feathers of the quetzal bird. The personal guard who was familiar with Tarasco stepped forward and whispered a few words. The young commander nodded calmly and smiled.

"The prince's commanding banner! Chapala's feather, we meet again! Congratulations on your promotion, I have prepared a new gift for you!"

Thinking of this, Shilot turned his head with a smile and looked at the two pine cannons behind him. The barrel has been loaded, the muzzle is sealed with cotton, and the fuse is extended. The surrounding gunners, carrying fire, were also ready.

The young commander estimated in his heart. The enemy warriors numbered around 10,000, and the number of the four phalanxes was around two or three thousand. Then, his eyes shifted left and right, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Around the hill where the enemy commander was commanding, there were two archer militiamen occupying the terrain, each about 2,000. The militiamen gathered into rough phalanxes, nervously checking the bows and arrows in their hands, and should have been effectively trained.

Xiulott took a closer look at the tiny figures and the wooden bows that were half a person tall, and then he felt relieved. These Chapala militia archers were half bowhunting and half Tlaxcala wooden bows, and the threat to the samurai cotton armour was usually only within thirty paces. And even if they occupy a favorable geographical location, the range of effective killing is only about forty steps, unless the archery is extraordinary.

The Chapala Legion has a warrior phalanx as the core, surrounded by a large group of militias gathered, and a team of supervisors scattered in groups. Led by village leaders, Chapala's militias gather in village units. They were dressed in commoner clothes, held high stone spears and stone hammers, interspersed with stone throwing ropes, and formed a loose formation. At this moment, the militiamen were roaring indiscriminately against the terrifying sound of the death whistle. It seemed that the morale was good, but the specific number was difficult to identify.

Xiulott made a brief estimate, plus the scout's report, he had a rough idea. There are about 4,000 melee militias on each side of the Chapala warrior phalanx. In front of the samurai were 4,000 slingers and 4,000 melee militiamen. With the addition of the 4,000 archers in the rear, it was just around 20,000. As for the further rear of the army formation, those figures who avoided and faintly flickered should be logistical civilians without weapons.

Seeing the enemy's arrangement clearly, the young commander no longer hesitated, waved the flag quickly, and issued an order. The Mexica Legion also adjusted slightly and fully unfolded.

Under the banner of the Black Wolf, there were 3,000 shooting corps composed of longbow personal guards, bow and arrow warriors, temple crossbowmen, plus more than 300 jaguar warriors around the escort, as the head coach's pro-army. The main samurai militia were lined up in sequence in front, forming five phalanxes side by side.

The central army is a high morale, well-organized 3,500 holy city warriors, headed by Orosh, who is roaring and exhorting. On the left and right flanks were 4,000 spear corps each. The pikemen were silent, forming a neat and dense pike phalanx, pointing their spears diagonally forward. The left wing was handed over to "Monkey" Kuluka, and the right wing was handed over to Ezpan, who was temporarily recalled. On the outside, the outer peripheries of the two wings were handed over to the samurai legions of the western city-state, with 2,000 people on the left and right. They held shields and sticks, shouted loudly, and looked quite elite.

For this battle, Shulot gathered the largest force and recruited as many warriors as possible. The four thousand western city-state legions were drawn from the estuary fortress and urgently transported by the navy. He did not dare to entrust the task of confronting the enemy warriors to these noble private soldiers, so he let them deal with the militias of Chapala. In the face of weaker enemies, these city-state warriors should be able to fully exert their combat power.

Behind the main phalanx were three thousand religious legions on standby. The Blessed Warrior stood opposite the Temple Guard, whispering prayers at the same time. The praise of the Lord God reverberated in the army, making the warriors feel calm and fighting spirit high. These three thousand fanatical religious warriors are razor-sharp daggers that, once pierced, sink into the enemy's body, and can never be retrieved.

Shulot personally instructed the two generals to put the 3,000 religious corps at the rear for the assault at the critical moment. Next to the religious legion, there are also two god-given weapons, wooden cannons that can make thunderous noises. Tao Tribulus could not play stably and was not suitable for the ever-changing field battle, so the teenager brought these two "big firecrackers".

Said to be a wooden cannon, but it actually looked like an oversized shotgun. They can kill commoners within 80 steps, cotton armor within forty steps, and elite warriors with wooden shields and leather armor within 20 steps, and can fire one or two rounds in a quarter of an hour. However, the shot of the wooden cannon has a large shooting range and can cover a distance of several steps left and right. And for the enemy that was encountered for the first time, the huge roar was a strong blow to morale, like a fairy tale coming!

In order to prepare the warriors of various states, before the departure of the army, Shulot specially held a grand sacrificial ceremony. As a weapon bestowed by the gods, the wooden cannon appeared in front of the army. In the majestic roar, the warriors were shocked and bowed to Thor's weapon together. Under the guidance of the priests, they transformed their fear of the unknown into their devotion to the gods, and accepted them in their hearts as quickly as possible.

At this moment, the religious legion is guarding these two god-given weapons, as if guarding a fanatical belief!

Xiulott looked around, there were more than 13,000 warriors, 8,000 spear corps, and an artillery corps with two wooden cannons. This was the Mexican Army in his hands! He nodded in satisfaction, waved the gorgeous battle flag, and the sky-shattering battle drum sounded immediately. The Mexica warriors walked at a slow pace, neatly approaching the enemy on the opposite side.

On the opposite hill, the high prince's flag fluttered. "Feather" Peng Guali stared at the black wolf banner opposite, making up his mind secretly. He wants to wash away the shame of fleeing without a fight, and take the banner of the enemy marshal to prove it to all the Chapala nobles.

"I'm 'Feather' Peng Guali, a true warrior! A commander who can win! And a well-deserved king of Tarasco!"

Peng Guali tightly held the divine scepter in his hand, and then swung it forward vigorously. He showed the cold light in his eyes, and the enemy had a longbow with an advantage in range, so let the militiamen consume all the arrows!

The front of the battle flag of the attack pointed, and the gongs and drums of the attack sounded. Four thousand Tarasco slingers, lined up in loose formations, rushed towards the Mexica army. Afterwards, they stood fifty paces away, twirled the ropes in their hands, burst into chaotic shouts, and threw roaring slings into the dense army formation.

In the face of the incoming light slingers, Shiloh frowned. He commanded the army to pause, press down the warriors who wanted to charge, and maintain a neat formation. Immediately, he shouted to "raise the shield to defend", and the herald quickly raised the flag, ran and shouted.

In the hearts of the people, the prestige of the marshal is supreme, and his orders cannot be disobeyed. The warriors erected wooden shields in their hands, lowered their heads wearing rattan helmets, and patiently endured in the rain of slings. Occasionally a sling would pass through the gap, hitting the samurai's cotton armor, or even the uncovered face. After two rounds of stone throwing, more than a dozen warriors bleed from their noses and mouths, and several died of serious injuries.

Shirot waved the flag again. The three thousand pro-militaries put on their bows together, raised their crossbows high, and fired arrows at the slingers at a distance of a hundred paces. In just a few breaths, the rain of thousands of arrows with a sharp cry, obscured the sky, and instantly fell into the opposite militia regiment.

More than two hundred Tarasco militiamen screamed at the same time, were penetrated by powerful long arrows, and were nailed to the ground in various strange poses. They only have weak single clothes, and they are powerless to resist under the longbow. Once hit by an arrow, it is a serious injury, and at this time a serious injury means death. Driven by fear, the stone-throwing militia became more loose, and there were vague signs of collapse.

The young commander kept the flag still. The three thousand pro-armies fired one after another, and three more rounds were fired. The expensive arrows crossed a graceful and ruthless curve, and fell into the enemy's line with a smack, piercing the body of the Chapala militiamen, and blooming more than 400 blood-red flowers. The four thousand slingers quickly disintegrated, turning their heads and fleeing to the rear.

Shulotmo counted the casualties of the enemy in front of him, and frowned again. After the first round of shooting, the formation of these militiamen was extremely loose, and four rounds of arrow rain only killed more than 600 people. And the three thousand bowmen had consumed 12,000 expensive arrows, and the exchange of 20 arrows for one militiaman was a loss-making business!

The young commander's face was sinking. He directed the army to move on, and the warriors moved slowly. The enemy's warriors in charge, however, showed no mercy, and killed the slinging militia who fled first~www.readwn.com~ and drove the militia forward again, allowing them to harass the army in Mexica.

Shulot waved the flag. The 2,500 longbow warriors stepped out of the army directly, and with a distance of forty or fifty paces away, shot arrows again with precision toward the front. The power of the flat-shot longbow is huge, like a deadly thunder! However, after four rounds, thousands of militiamen fell to the ground at the front, along with dozens of Chapala warriors who were supervising the battle, and fell into the dust.

Then, the loud sound of gongs and drums sounded, and the four hundred elite Jaguars rushed out of the army formation and attacked the slinger militia whose morale had collapsed. The battle sticks swept across the room, the militiamen twisted and fell to the ground, and the survivors fled back in fear. The jaguars skillfully swung their battle sticks and drove the remaining 2,000-odd troopers to the enemy's samurai formation, approaching the enemy's Chinese military flag. Until within forty or fifty steps away from the army formation, the enemy archers on the hill fired arrows at the same time, and the routed soldiers fell down in an instant, and then dispersed to the passages on both sides, driven by the warriors in the front formation.

In this rapid and relentless rain of arrows, several jaguars also fell to the ground with arrows, and their lives and deaths were unknown. Seeing the enemy warriors in the front line attacking, the elite Jaguars no longer tried, and turned and retreated directly. The enemy warriors only chased after forty or fifty steps, and then, under the protection of the archers, returned to the stable army formation under the hill.

Shirot nodded in satisfaction. In the heat of battle, the elite jaguar fighter can move freely and stay calm at all times, which other warriors can't.

Then he saw the flag on the opposite side wave again, and thousands of militias lined up in loose formations, approaching the army formations in Mexica. He carefully observed that the front rows of militiamen were also holding spears of wood and stone that were extremely threatening, enough to kill the samurai.

The young commander had to wave again, and the longbow warriors fired

To the enemy militias approaching from both flanks again,