Aztec Eternals

Avet frowned, looked at the enemy who was charging fearlessly, and ordered again.

Immediately, the Longbow Guards quickly retreated and retreated to the hill. They stopped shooting and were recovering their arm strength.

And the four samurai battalions jumped down from the mountain, holding up their shields and sticks, and collided with the rushing alien mercenaries. For a split second, weapons and shields intertwine, and battle cries and roars resonate.

These wild warriors with disheveled hair and messy weapons are extremely fierce. They have almost no defense, just wielding stone axes and battle sticks, attacking with fear of death.

Seeing a skinny Chichimek dog, Shirot rushed forward like a coyote, clinging to a samurai's shield. His back was cracked by the battle stick, his body was bent, and he was still twisted and hung on the shield. The samurai can only throw away the shield of the left hand. The other dwarf canine saw the opportunity, swung the stone axe with both hands, and slammed it into the warrior's waist.

The samurai bowed in pain, pulled out a short blade with his left hand, and pierced the bottom of the dog's thigh, and blood immediately poured out. The dwarf dog-born laughed wildly, ignoring his wounds, and just tried his best to swing the stone axe again. The stone axe hit the warrior's head, breaking a deep notch, killing him instantly. The canine then laughed, fell to the ground unable to bear it, and died overlapping with the samurai, as if they had an undying hatred with the Mexicans.

"It's really quick and light, easy to die." The young man couldn't help sighing. The battlefield at the foot of the mountain was only two hundred meters away from him. He looked at the twisted and entangled corpses not far away, and his heart was slightly chilled.

"It would be understandable if the Otomi and Toltec rebels worked so hard." Sherott thought for a while, "But there's no need for the Chichimaker to be so crazy."

"Chichimeks are not afraid of death. They are used to death, and death is a part of their lives." Seemingly seeing through the boy's thoughts, Avit explained earnestly.

"These Chichimeks are found in the deserts, Gobi, and grasslands of the northwest. They seldom cultivate, but chase their prey. They hunt deer, bison, wolves, leopards, lions, turkeys, birds, fish and even people. , everything that can feed one's stomach."

"The hounds are divided into tribes, constantly migrating, constantly hunting, and constantly plundering south. They multiply rapidly when food is plentiful, and fight each other when food is scarce. Hesitantly expelled them and became the prey of wolves and other tribes. Years of sandstorms and hunger and cold made them grow old quickly. Except for shamans and chiefs, few people can live beyond the age of forty.”

"The life of the Dogborn is like a beast, and death is all too common. They fight for food and water, for women, for leadership. A cold snap, a drought, a lack of food is the beginning of a great war. Tribes They will hunt each other and use each other's old and weak to survive the hunger season."

Hearing this, and looking at the frantic battle below, the boy's scalp felt numb.

"They are not a big threat to our city-state and legion, but they often destroy the border villages. Only the cowardly Otomi people will provide them with food in exchange for peace." Avet finally looked at these crazy dogs with some contempt. descendants.

"That's because they don't have horses, cattle, or sheep yet." Sherlot knew it. Bison could not be domesticated, and the Spaniards had not brought horses. The Chichimeks are still in the most primitive stage of nomadic peoples, and they are not a threat to the city-state of the farming nation, but they have shown extreme belligerence and madness.

When there are horses, the tribes can move quickly and unite, raise cattle and sheep, increase the population of nomadic tribes, and then learn to bow and arrow, and improve their long-range offensive force, they will become the most lasting frontier of the Central American farming empire. Just like the nomadic peoples that are constantly rising in the north of the Celestial Dynasty.

Shiroutte knew that the Spaniards in later generations would fight the Chichimek wars that lasted fifty years. During the war, the Chichimeks learned to ride horses, shoot arrows, use arquebuses, and even survive infectious diseases, eventually using nomadic guerrilla warfare to force the Spaniards to make peace.

The Spaniards could only switch to Huairou's methods, providing food, tools, livestock and land for free, and using missionaries and settlements to assimilate the canines. After a hundred years, they gradually eliminated the northern frontier.

The boy continued to watch the fight under the mountain. Overall, the four thousand Mexica warriors still had the upper hand. Shields and leather armor can effectively improve the survival rate, and skilled martial arts can also kill opponents faster. But the casualty rate of samurai far exceeds that of fighting the pikemen, and almost one samurai can be redeemed for every five Chichimeks.

In the moment the two discussed, nearly a hundred samurai had already died in battle. Looking at the dog's unrelenting posture, is it really going to kill a thousand warriors? Shirot shook his head. Looking at the tangled front again, it was clear that the Longbow Samurai couldn't shoot either.

"The casualties are too high, why not dispatch jaguar warriors?" the boy suggested.

Avit looked into the distance and saw that Tarrasco's fleet had just returned to the other side and was loading the third group of regiments. Judging from the situation, it should be a samurai holding a wooden shield and a bronze spear and wearing a leather helmet. He now has a thousand jaguars, three thousand warriors, and four thousand militias in his hands.

The commander first nodded, then shook his head. Then several battle flags were waved, and the drums of war were sounded.

A thousand jaguar warriors, like beasts who let go of their shackles, fiercely plunged into the broken pike phalanx from the flanks, completely dispersing the pike soldiers. Their helmets flickered, their mouths imitated the roar of a liger, and their sticks lashed out like lightning. The remaining pike militiamen struggled for a few breaths, and finally their morale collapsed under the successive blows. Then they dropped their weapons in groups and jumped into the river behind them in desperation.

At the same time, 3,000 militiamen also came out of the camp, and under the urging of the 200-hundred commander's guards, they rushed towards the fighting dogs. The militiamen, wielding simple stone spears and stone hammers, passed the samurai brigade and quickly rushed to the front line of the battle with the canines. Their stone spears can pierce into the unarmored body of the canine, and the stone ax of the canine can easily knock down the militia, and the two sides quickly entangled and fell.

The four samurai battalions retreated at the same time, recovering their physical strength and rearranging their formations at the same time. After restoring a certain degree of organization, the commanders of each battalion automatically spread out to the sides, trying to outflank the flanks and backs of the canines. The Commander's Guard also continued to supervise the rear of the militia to maintain the morale of the militia.

At present, Avit has only three thousand warriors, a thousand slingers, and a hundred longbow guards. A third Tarrasco convoy, carrying five thousand warriors, was crossing to the north shore.

The commander gave the order again, and the Mexica sailors began to do their best to interfere with the other's fleet and prevent the enemy from crossing the river. From time to time, large boats from Mexican charged and rammed the boats of the Tarrascos from both sides. Then there was a bang, a huge kinetic energy impact, and the samurai and boatman on the boat were smashed into the river together.

Then the rower of the boat made another effort, and the militiamen quickly retreated while fighting. Before the warriors of the other boats could gather, the big boat disengaged. Then rest for a while, wait for the paddle hand to recover, and then strike again. The purpose of this kind of attack is not to cause too much damage, but to give full play to the advantages of large ships and delay the actions of the enemy fleet while trying to preserve their own conditions.

It was only a quarter of an hour before the pikemen collapsed. The siege against them had come to the end of the killing. The Tarrascos had dropped their spears, or surrendered, or jumped into the water. The long river in the back makes the process of chasing the dead and the north extremely fast and easy. The casualties of the samurai occurred only in a brief stalemate, and nearly two hundred samurai were killed in that quarter of an hour. And as the jaguar fighters swooped, it was followed by a one-sided kill.

The short sound of conch shells sounded again, and as the battle flag was waved, a thousand jaguar warriors began to restore order. They are the most disciplined, gradually retreating back to the hills and starting to regroup. The 4,000 chased warriors had completely dispersed, and they fiercely pursued the spearmen who were struggling in the riverbank and in the river, and it would take a long time for them to regroup again.

The remaining four thousand alien mercenaries were now completely surrounded by samurai and militiamen. The militias on the front line brutally exchanged lives with the canines. The samurai fought more and less from the side and rear, giving full play to the advantages of their shields and formations, and steadily harvesting the violent enemies.

At this time, Tarrasco's five thousand warriors finally began to land, and the elites with shields and spears began to approach and gather. Soon, two samurai battalions had formed on the beachhead.

Avit once again ordered that the longbow warriors quickly fired at the warriors of Tarrasco within a distance of two hundred meters. They shoot 10 arrows per minute for a maximum of ten minutes before their arms are completely exhausted. The ferocious long arrows were powerful and heavy, nailed to the warrior's shield and made a muffled sound, occasionally a clanging sound, which was a rare copper shield.

And in the gap between the shields, from time to time long arrows ripped through the armor, slammed into the flesh, followed by suppressed screams, and thumping to the ground. From time to time, senior samurai slowed down the rate of fire, aimed thinly for a moment, and then flew with an arrow, shooting into the enemy's face, piercing the head, and killing him with one hit.

In the face of the elite warriors with shields and armor, the longbow's kill rate was reduced to only 10%. In five minutes of rapid fire, about five hundred Tarasco warriors fell to the ground, dead and alive. The commander dispatched the last three battalions of warriors, escorted by the Longbow Guard, waiting for the onslaught of the enemy warriors.

A thousand jaguar warriors who have retreated to the hills have just finished their formation. They each took all three spears, drew one and inserted it into the spear thrower, and trotted to the Tarrasco warrior's flank. It wasn't until thirty paces away that a tiger roared and threw the spear in his hand. The heavy throwing spear drew a clear curve, but with irresistible kinetic energy, it penetrated the wooden shield with a click and inserted into the enemy's chest and abdomen.

The powerful movement made the shot samurai fall to the ground instantly, and the thick spear tip pierced serious wounds. Those who were shot were either seriously injured or died immediately, and only a copper shield could barely defend. Just throwing the spear in the first round, let two hundred warriors fall to the ground, a full 20% killing efficiency.

The jaguar fighter rested on the spot and inserted the second spear to prepare. Suddenly, there was a sharp horn sound from the south bank, which was an order to retreat. The Tarrasco navigator, who was parked on the shore, immediately reloaded the warriors who had just disembarked. These warriors waved their bronze spears unwillingly, and then returned to the boat with unwilling faces under the loud order of a commander on the boat.

Bertard glanced at the Tarrasco command ship for a moment, then reluctantly moved away.

He casually found a samurai who was roaring loudly, swinging his spear to demonstrate, and the empty door opened wide and shot to death. The large boat was a full 250 meters away from him, and the enemy commander carefully hid in the guard. The body of the boat is still moving and floating, and there is no certainty that it will hit.

The jaguar warrior only hit the tail in the second round of spear throwing, and the third round was even less successful. The archer fired at the boat for another five minutes until he lost his strength. Tarrasco's convoy had already left for the south, leaving less than a thousand warrior corpses on the shore, which was considered a timely stop.

The boats heading south paid no attention to the pike militiamen who were struggling to approach in the water, and just left these empty-handed consumables to the still harassing Mexica fleet. The Mexican boat division did not continue to entangle with the fleet of warriors, but gathered on the river near the north bank, easily harvesting the remaining soldiers in the water.

The waves gently drowned the fallen warriors, and then they carried some away in a roll and floated up, and the rest gently exposed their heads, as if it were a **** ornament, dressed up in the afterglow of the battlefield.

The remaining two thousand alien mercenaries finally woke up from the frenzy. Looking at the fleet, the remaining Otomi and Toltec rebels completely lost their morale. They turned around and fell to their knees in a daze, kneeling feebly in surrender, and then waiting for a merciless head-on blow.

In this brutal two-quarter-hour battle, Mexica killed a total of 300 warriors and nearly 1,200 militiamen. The militiamen fled for a while, and the commander's guard at the rear ruthlessly beheaded nearly a hundred people before driving the militia forward again.

And the last nearly a thousand canines made a coyote howl, which was the sound they were most familiar with in their hometown. The wolf howl, as the battle horn, accompanies every Chichimek along the way. They are born, mature, mate, and fight in the wolf howl, and the lucky ones are old enough to usher in the end of the wolf's belly.

The canines finally charged frantically towards the commander's flag on the mountain, and the commander's guard was also forced to join the battle.

Sherlot watched the last dogborn die fifty paces away from him. One of his arms was broken by a battle stick, and an arrow from Bertard was stuck in his back. His mouth clenched tightly on the neck of a militiaman~www.readwn.com~ The two hugged to death, with a strange and twisted smile at the corners of their mouths.

The boy shook his head, and the last struggle of the dog-born took away five hundred militiamen and more than fifty warriors. The Mexica warriors have gradually found a way to deal with the canines: neighboring warriors cooperate with each other, form a tight formation, and have more shields to fight more and less. Then swipe the head or neck of the dog, trying to kill with one blow, without giving the opponent a chance to struggle to the death.

"Avette, let the warriors keep their hands, and leave me some captains of the pikemen." Sherlot grabbed the commander's arm and said.

"Do you want to form a pikeman?" Avette broke away from the serious command, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Yes. There are many gold and silver mines being mined in the city-states of Mexica, and I'm going to recruit a group of miners to practice." The boy smiled confidently and pointed to the spears scattered on the ground. "Just now there is a batch of bronze gun heads."

"Okay. It's up to you." Avit laughed, "This time thanks to the longbow warriors you formed, their lethality and explosiveness are astounding! Bows and arrows can also break the opponent's formation and take the initiative in tactics. I I like this unit very much, and we must give priority to expanding their scale."

"Okay! After this battle is over, we will continue to make longbows." Shulot nodded, then looked at the battlefield where the dead were lying. The warriors were standing in the blood, shouting and cheering, demonstrating against the retreating Tarrasco fleet. "Is the battle over?"

"The battle is over." Avit looked at the Tarasco camp on the south bank of the Great River.

The banner of King Tarrasco was still flying. Beneath the banner were continuous camps, tens of thousands of warriors wielding bronze spears, militias all over the mountains and fields, and boats transporting food on a distant lake.

"But the war has just begun!"