Aztec Eternals

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On the edge of the big island, in the bay, the waves are calm like a lake, and the birdsong is like the wind. In the picturesque scenery, the two fleets are approaching rapidly. They were full of murderous intent, and without hesitation, they rushed to the battlefield of death.

The galleys galloped forward, breaking the calm wind and waves, with a piercing cry. Chiwako stood on the bow, holding a spear, and shouted.

"Drum!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The fierce battle drums sounded immediately, and the two sides had already reached within sixty paces, entering the range of bows and arrows of the Kingdom's fleet.

"Archery!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Most of the Prepecha warriors are concentrated on the flagship. They had been preparing for a long time. At this time, Qi Qi drew his longbow, and with one salvo, dozens of bronze arrows shot out like electricity.

"Pfft!"

The sharp arrows flew and penetrated deeply into the body. Seven or eight Sri warriors screamed, rolled over and fell from the boat, and then fell into the water with a "pop". They don't have armor, and as long as they are hit by an arrow, they are seriously injured or killed.

However, the few casualties did not shake the morale of the Sri people, but stimulated them to scream like mad. In the desolate and difficult Sonora Desert, death is the most common occurrence. Except for chiefs, chiefs, and witch doctors, few of the tribe lived past the age of thirty. On weekdays, in order to compete for a spring water, dozens of Ding Zhuang can be killed or injured, not to mention the sacred ancestral land of the Sri people!

Soon, sixty or seventy boats rushed in, approaching within forty steps. The tribal warriors on the boat drew their hunting bows, raised their throwing spears, and were always ready to engage in battle.

"Archery!"

Chiwako's face sank and he ordered again.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Dozens of bronze arrows shot away. This time, the distance between the two sides is getting closer and the shooting accuracy is much higher. The two frontmost boats were set on fire, and more than a dozen Sri soldiers, either dead or wounded, fell into the water one after another. Large swaths of blush spread in the light blue sea water, and the boat on the water lost its power, spinning in place, like a magnificent ocean flower.

"Itako, Quinn!"

More than 60 boats did not stop, and they did not care about the injured who fell into the water. The Sri people screamed wildly, rowed the oars desperately, and rushed towards the big boat thirty paces away. The horde hunters on the boat fired bone arrows, slid across the low arc, and slammed into the shield of the galley!

"Shhhhhh!"

Bone arrows flew, making a whistle-like sound. Dark red arrows shot faintly, like greetings from the **** of death,

"Uh! Blind god, please bless me!  …"

Seeing the hundreds of Sri soldiers rushing in, the old militiaman Chiwako shivered subconsciously. Although modestly dressed, he stands at the center of the samurai, with the eagle feathers that symbolize his status on his helmet. The Sri hunters looked on for a while, and then they shot poison arrows at him one after another!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Chiwako wore sturdy leather armor, a bronze helmet, and a shield in one hand. He felt a shock from the shield, on his head, and on his body, and when he looked down, he was hit by several dark red poisonous arrows. Only the ships on both sides were moving, and the galleys were again heavily shielded. The Sri Lankan bow hunting range is not enough, weak and weak. These poisoned arrows either fell to the ground, or were inserted obliquely into the body, but none of them broke the defense.

"The Lord God bless!"

Chiwako whispered, sweating slightly on his forehead under the armor. There was a tremor on his feet, but he couldn't see it on his face. Today is not the same as in the past, when the militia or the militia leader, fleeing also flees. As long as you protect a few of your subordinates, you will be worthy of your conscience. But now, he is the captain of the expedition fleet, the leader of hundreds of people, so he can't show his cowardice at all, and he can't retreat at all. Because, once he retreats, the entire army will be shaken, or even collapsed. By that time, I don't know how many people will die!

"Bah! Blind majesty! Put me on the fire!"

The old militiaman let out a "bah" and cursed in his heart. Then, holding up his shield, he shouted sharply.

"Accelerate, charge! Sailors paddle with all their strength! Get the speed of the boat to the max and hit it with the ram of the bow!"

"Accelerate, charge!"

Hearing the order, more than twenty sailors puffed out their cheeks and rowed as hard as they could. The flagship twenty meters long and six meters wide, like a huge shark, with violent water splashes, slammed into the group of small canoes six to seven meters long and one meter five wide. The canoes were like frightened schools of fish, swaying in the waves and avoiding both sides. At this moment, the speed of the galley warship has been increased to the maximum! After a dozen or so breaths, the sharp bronze ramming angle flashed a cold light and slammed straight into the side of a small boat!

"Crack...chuck!"

The sound of wood breaking is so sharp and harsh! The knocked canoe only supported for a few seconds, and then snapped suddenly under the fierce impact! Two Sri fighters were killed on the spot, shattered pieces of wood flew like blades, injuring the other four. Then, the sound of "popping" falling into the water continued, and a large area of ​​bright red quickly surfaced. The blood is scattered in the wind, but it is only the beginning of the prelude.

"Haha, happy!"

Puap was standing on the left side of the ship, holding the longbow. His body swayed and swayed, but his feet stood firm. The violent impact also shook the big ship, but the application of high-quality pine wood and keel made the kingdom's warship far stronger than the Sri people's small boat. The Ash Warrior shook twice and drew his longbow again. He aimed slightly, let go of an arrow, and shot a tattooed Sri warrior to death!

Chiwako held onto the board, squatted down slightly, and hid his upper body behind the large shield. He glanced at the situation around him, the Sri people were a little flustered by the impact of the big boat, but did not immediately surround them. However, the fierce bone arrows kept flying, and two samurai and a sailor on the flagship fell to the ground with arrows. As for the Sri warriors who were killed or fell into the water, there were as many as thirty or forty!

"Bang! Crack! Crack!"

Several violent collisions came from both sides, covering up all human voices. The other two large galleys also followed the flagship and launched a ferocious charge, overturning three or four Sri small boats. There were not many warriors on these two ships, and they could not shoot any arrows, but the sailors were abundant, and they collided like galloping bison.

Chiwaco looked around quickly. The draught of Sri Lankan boats is too shallow, and although there are many, they are in a hurry. They had never encountered such a big ship before, and they couldn't figure out how to deal with it for a while. The old militia pondered for a moment, and then gave the order decisively.

"Continue! Speed ​​up the charge and break through the Sri Lankan fleet! The Lord God bless!"

"The Lord God bless!"

The oarsmen rowed furiously, and the slowed galley moved again. This time, Chiwaco adjusted his offensive strategy, no longer savagely collided, but brushed past the side of the canoe, taking advantage of the boat's size and constantly overturning the boat. But within a quarter of an hour, four or five Sri small boats capsized, and dozens of Sri soldiers jumped into the water and became targets for bows and arrows.

The other two large ships followed behind the flagship, rushing turbulently all the way until they pierced through the enemy boats. The feather arrows of both sides shot randomly on the water, and the accuracy was greatly reduced. The galleys are condescending, and there are large shields and longbows, which occupy an absolute advantage in shooting.

"Hoohoo, fun! It's fun!"

The flagship rushed out of Sri's fleet, and Puap was panting and laughing. In this short round of charge, he fired more than a dozen arrows in a row, killing at least three Sri warriors. And the bone arrows that the opponent counterattacked did not break his leather armor. Of course, this was also related to the fact that he secretly took off the feather crest and only wore the attire of an ordinary warrior.

"Old Qi, let's turn around and hit them again!"

Chiwako pursed his lips and said nothing. In this round of rushing, the Sri Lankan people lost at least one-fifth, and it is estimated that there are seventy or eighty people. Many of these tribal warriors simply fell into the water and temporarily lost their ability to fight. The casualties of the flagship were only three or four.

"Adding up the three ships, there are more than ten casualties!"

The old militiaman frowned, lost in thought. He was not immersed in the battle of superiority, but thought of a solution to the battle. No matter how many these Sri warriors killed, what was the point of the expedition fleet? The dead warriors and sailors of the kingdom were real casualties.

Although the fleet has already replenished enough sailors to row in the friendly tribes along the way, if you bring back one more fellow from Prepecha, you can live an extra life!

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"Well... so many boats, so many Sri warriors, there must be a leader!"

In a short and fierce rush, the fleets of the two sides staggered and separated. At this moment, the two sides were separated by a distance of a hundred paces and temporarily out of contact.

Chiwaco is not in a hurry to attack. He narrowed his eyes, carefully watching the movements of the Sri Lankan fleet, looking for a real worthwhile target. Soon, a naked and tattooed Sri warrior fell into his eyes.

"icátax! Ikatax! Come here, come here!"

The tattooed warrior Picham screamed and directed the boats of the various ministries to regroup. These canoes and warriors are from different tribes. They are not familiar with each other, and even have a feud. The battle just now was a mess, and it didn't even touch the enemy's side!

"Damn, listen to me! The coyotes are hunting the lone bison, they must be surrounded! Surround it! ... The enemy, there are few ships! We, the ships are many! We will all be close to the big boat headed by the enemy when we fight. , eat it! Other ships, leave it alone!...Ikatas! Ikatas!"

In the entire fleet, the tattooed warrior Picham has the highest status. He is the chief of a small coastal tribe and has the most boats directly under his hands, accounting for one-third of the fleet. In Sri Lanka, picam (pt) means a lobster that is strong and good for water. Well, it's the big lobster in the sea. There are many seasides in this era, and they are everywhere.

"It's him!"

Chiwako looked for a while, and finally locked on the target. Under the command of the tattooed warriors, the enemy fleet is quickly restoring order. The old militia did not hesitate. He pointed at the red flag flatly and gave an order.

"Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate! Accelerate the charge, in the direction I'm pointing, to the very center of the opposing fleet!"

"Accelerate the charge!!"

"Hey! Hey!"

The oarsmen of the fleet shouted their horns, mustered their strength, and rowed desperately. The flagship gradually accelerated, and even the long wind that blew across the bow brought a dashing whistling.

"Chief, the enemy is coming again!"

On Pickam's boat, a senior tribal warrior squinted at the enemy fleet. This time, the direction of the enemy's assault seems to be...

"Listen to me, surround yourself! Ikatas! Go!"

Pickam stood on the bow and waved his arms vigorously, directing the nearby boats. He looked around at the warriors, raised a throwing spear high, and let out a roar like a mountain lion.

"Itako! Kill!"

"Bang! Bang! Kacha! Kacha!"

The three large galleys rushed forward fiercely~www.readwn.com~ and crashed into the group of boats again. This time, the Sri Lankan fleet dispersed slightly, and again several boats overturned. However, the remaining ships did not fall into chaos, but surrounded by several warships from both sides, gradually approaching the flagship of the kingdom's fleet.

Seeing this scene, Pickam's face showed a smile. However, his smile hadn't lasted too long, and the rainstorm-like arrows shot out from the enemy's ship!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The Prepecha warriors no longer retained their stamina and shot arrows frantically to the sides. More than a dozen Sri warriors plunged into the water, and the boats close to each other stopped for a while, showing a little hesitation. The tribal warriors on each ship were watching the reactions of other tribes before deciding their next move. Taking advantage of this gap, the flagship boat once again exerted its force, the speed suddenly increased, and it slammed straight forward.

"Chief! Enemy, hit... hit... hit! Ah!!"

Pickam's eyes widened, his eyes widened, and he looked at the approaching ship. The bow of the big ship shone with a cold golden light, like the fangs of a giant beast. Then, the terrifying giant beast slammed and made a loud noise, which completely overturned the poor boat!

Chapter 481: The exploration of the kingdom in the lake, the inevitable naval battle