The wind and rain were pouring, and the shouts were shaking the sky. The water gate of the river mouth fortress was like a wasp's nest, and boats were still spitting out a steady stream. In the blink of an eye, there were nearly a hundred boats.
On the gorgeous big boat, the round-faced nobleman Osipai grinned, showing the excitement of hunting. He pointed his spear flag and drank loudly.
"Speed up the charge and capture the tall warrior with the long bow on his back! The captor will be rewarded with five boxes of copper utensils and a half-level promotion!"
After hearing the order, the oarsmen on the big boat blushed and tried their best to row. The big boat speeded up again and surged forward like a crocodile. In front, more than a dozen small boats from the pioneers were like wolves, and they had already pounced on them.
The edge of the Mexica canoe.
On the Mexica canoe, the guards paddled hard, and the slender canoe gradually accelerated. Bertard quickly came to the bow and protected His Highness behind him. Then, he stood up, took off the war stick from behind, and in an instant
He kept staring at the three Tarasco boats that were within five meters.
On the nearest boat, a Captain Tarasco stood in front, showing a smile as if he was seizing wealth. He held a three-meter-high bronze spear in both hands. When the boat got slightly closer, he stabbed the tall man with all his strength from top to bottom.
Warrior's chest.
It was difficult to dodge in the narrow boat. The warrior leader's eyes were like a torch, and he struck out with the war stick in his right hand in an instant, hitting the wooden pole accurately, deflecting the thrusting copper spear to the left. Then, he stretched out his left hand, as fast as lightning
He grabbed the wooden handle that was deflected, shouted loudly, and pulled hard.
"Come!"
Separated by two or three meters, the boats on both sides shook violently at the same time. Captain Tarasco lost his weapon first and shifted his center of gravity. Then, as he staggered, an irresistible force hit him, accompanied by a shocking sound in his ears.
He yelled. His mind was shaken, and he was pulled into the water, and the raging river water rushed towards him. Before the captain could let go, the copper spear in his hand had already taken him to the edge of the Mexica boat. He raised his head in panic, and
At the last moment of his life, he only saw a heavy war club coming towards his head, and at the end there was a sharp pain and the "click" of broken bones.
Bertard knocked the enemy's neck in the water with a stick, then raised his hand and threw the stick forward. With a "bang", a Tarasco warrior fell on his back. Then the warrior leader held the battle stick with both hands.
The three-meter-long spear thrust forward extremely quickly. With a "puff" sound, the spear broke through the vital part of the left chest, penetrated into the heart, and instantly stabbed another enemy who was about to attack to death.
Bertard withdrew the spear with force, bringing out a splash of blood and dyeing the spear tip red and golden. He turned slightly sideways to avoid the incoming copper spear, allowing the spear tip to scratch the fine leather armor. Then, he raised his hand and
Point the spear at the enemy's chin, and then make a precise stroke. The warrior's hand immediately softened, the spear fell to the ground, he covered his neck and rolled into the water. Circles of blush spread in the turbulent water.
Four warriors were killed in an instant, and the enemy on the first boat was already frightened. The remaining two warriors quickly turned around and retreated, urging the paddlers to leave. Bertard thrust his spear again, deeply piercing the back of the nearest warrior.
Back. The warrior let out a dull scream, took the spear, stamped his feet and fell forward. The spear got stuck in his ribs and could not be removed for a while. The warrior captain frowned slightly, released his hands, and leaned over to pick up the boat.
Get a spare war stick.
The oarsman bent over and paddled, and the first boat fled quickly. The last Tarascan warrior fell into the boat with his head up, looking at his companions lying dead in front of him, gasping for breath, and feeling lingering fear. He looked again
Looking towards the Mexican boats on the opposite side, I saw that the second and third Tarasco boats had accelerated and crashed into the "wealth" full of boats.
The two boats collided rapidly, the canoe shook violently, and the Mexican canoe was about to roll over. At this time, the third Tarascan canoe collided from the other direction, with a "bang" sound, and just hit the small boat.
The three boats shook together for a moment, and then slowly stabilized. Then, the three boats of samurai suddenly fought together.
Shulot crouched on the boat, gripped the side of the boat, and withstood the most violent shaking. Then, he picked up the war stick and stood up, facing the charging enemy. The young warrior held the stick in both hands, leaned slightly, and suddenly and powerfully struck sideways! The long stick
With the help of the rotation of the chest and abdomen, it accurately hit the head of the Tarasco warrior at the front. One second, the warrior was grinning like he was catching prey, and the next second, there was a "bang", and his smile and face were smashed.
Rotten, tilted his head and turned over.
Shulot had no time to look at the enemy's death state. He approached the next enemy and crouched slightly to avoid the enemy's short spear. Then, the young warrior raised his war stick with all his strength and shouted loudly.
"die!"
The war stick, which was more than one meter long, was shot vertically, with huge force, and hit the enemy's face violently, shattering the nasal bones of the face. The second warrior howled miserably, threw away the short spear in his hand, and
Covering his exploded eyes with both hands, he bumped into his companions behind him.
Shulot squatted down and struck again. Relying on the martial arts he had practiced for many years, he struck first and struck accurately on the knee of the third enemy warrior. The opponent's bronze spear pierced the air, causing severe pain in his left knee and an instant on the leg.
Once soft, the young samurai didn't pause and hit the knee on the other side again. The enemy completely lost his center of gravity and fell into the water with a cry of pain, followed by another blow to the head.
Shulot gasped hard. After killing three people in a row, his strength was temporarily exhausted. A Tarasco warrior saw the advantage. He smiled ferociously, thrust a spear diagonally, and stabbed the young warrior's chest.
Chest vitals.
There was an approaching wind sound in his ears, and long-term training came into play at this time. Shulot subconsciously turned sideways and raised his left arm to block. The bronze spear pierced the leather armor at a half angle, scratched his left arm, and then
It passed by the chest and reached the right shoulder.
Shulot didn't care about the wound. He clamped the bronze spear with his right shoulder to prevent the opponent from pulling it out and stabbing again. Then, he held the wooden pole with his left hand and shouted angrily.
"Come!"
The warrior on the opposite side shook for a while and almost fell down. Then, the warrior half-slumped down and exerted force at the same time. The two of them were in a stalemate with their spears separated by each other.
Hearing His Highness's roar, the guards felt anxious. The three skilled guards struggled with their injuries and finally defeated the opponents in front of them. Then they swarmed forward, waving their weapons at the same time, and smashed the enemies who were in a stalemate with His Highness into pulp.
Hulot was relieved. He sat down on the boat with his spear under his arm and looked at Bertard. The warrior captain had already defeated the remaining enemies. Then, the young commander turned his head and looked towards the bandage.
's bodyguards.
"Leave me alone! Row quickly and don't stop!"
In a moment, the three attacking boats were scattered. The Mexica boat accelerated again and fled towards the Leman River in the north. Seeing the fate of the warriors at the front, the more than ten Tarasco boats behind them hesitated for a while.
, patrolling and slowly approaching. Several Mexica boats in the surrounding area also approached and tried their best to block it, guarding the left and right sides of His Highness's boat.
On the gorgeous big boat, Osipai's eyes were full of brilliance. He watched Bertard stabbing four people to death with a single spear, then changed to a war stick and killed three people in an instant, and praised loudly.
"What a peerless warrior! He deserves to be mine! Hurry, hurry up, all the warriors will go rowing! Capture this longbow warrior, and everyone will be rewarded with ten boxes of bronzes!"
The warriors on the boat cheered loudly, and then followed the order and went to the sides of the boat to join the rowing team one after another. There were only two personal guards, holding shields and short spears, guarding the legion commander.
The legion commander's boat suddenly accelerated, like an attacking giant bear, mercilessly knocking away the boats fighting on both sides, and headed straight for the Mexica boat at the front.
Hearing the cheers, Shulot heard the sound and saw an extremely huge boat, carrying thirty Tarasco warriors, approaching quickly. He looked at the round-faced nobles waving spear flags, and identified the wind
From the shouts, I could vaguely hear "Peerless, seize, bow and arrow, reward, bronze..." Anger suddenly rose in the eyes of the young commander.
Bertard looked around and saw that the Mexica boat was gradually accelerating, but it would still take some time before it reached its maximum speed. The large boat at the rear rushed to the front and had already broken through the blockage behind it, approaching rapidly. Once it was blocked by this large boat,
The boat collided with it, and thirty Tarasco warriors rushed on at the same time. Everyone on the boat had no chance of survival.
Bertard glanced quickly, and his eyes immediately stopped in the middle of the boat, on the round-faced nobleman wearing a purple helmet, shouting and waving flags. The round-faced nobleman was also looking at him with dazzling eyes. The warrior chief stared at him,
Then he threw away his war stick, took off the long bow behind him, and quickly set up a bronze arrow.
Then, Bertard stared at the enemy leader's helmet with his sharp eyes like an eagle. He quickly and steadily pulled out the long bow, and then suddenly shot an arrow, like thunder and lightning!
Osipai had been watching the movements of the big bow warrior. When he saw him taking the bow in his hand and quickly nocking an arrow, he suddenly felt something was wrong. The "crocodile" noble glanced left and right, immediately squatted down, stretched out his hand and pulled the nearest guard, and
Stand in front of you.
With a "whoosh" sound, the long arrow made a sharp whistling sound and shot quickly. It crossed a nearly straight trajectory, passed a distance of thirty meters, and shot into the frightened face with a "chi" sound, and then "hissed" again.
A sound came from the back of the head. Finally, there was a clear "bang" sound, and the bronze arrowhead pierced the helmet of Osipi, almost piercing the inlaid copper.
Feeling the impact of the helmet, the round-faced nobleman was shocked, and he was so frightened that he couldn't control himself. Years of battlefield experience made him subconsciously pick up the shield and cover it in front of him. Then there was another "duh" sound, and the long arrow shot through the wooden shield,
It was pierced on his left arm holding the shield, and the arm and shield were strung together.
The big boat had already approached within twenty meters of the small boat, and the power of the longbow was almost unstoppable. Before approaching the boarding battle, the big bow warrior could at least shoot two arrows! His thoughts were spinning, and Osipai roared loudly.
"Guard! Guard! Raise your shield!!!"
Hearing the shrill and hoarse cry of the legion commander, the rowing warriors quickly put down their oars, picked up their shields from the ground, and eagerly guarded the noble man. The speed of the boat was rapidly reduced visible to the naked eye.
The samurai commander hesitated slightly, then gave up on hiding behind the enemy leader's shield and human shield. He shifted his target, drew three arrows in his hand, and only used the small frame to half-open the bow. Then, the samurai commander, who was a master of shooting, fired three arrows in a row,
He shot at the paddlers in single clothes, and the three fell down upon hearing the sound.
Shulot reacted quickly. Regardless of his still bleeding left arm, he also took the bow in his hand and shot at the rowers at half-cock. At a distance of twenty meters, even in the swaying boat, the young samurai
It can also hit the enemy accurately. The long arrow penetrates the clothes, or pierces the chest of the oarsman, or pierces the arm of the oar, making the opponent roll down screaming in pain.
Shulot only shot three arrows, and the ten paddlers fell to the ground completely. The rest is all the credit of the warrior commander.
Osipai hid behind the warrior's shield and looked forward in shock through the gap in the human wall. Two warriors, one large and one small, shot arrows in turn, and the long bows made a trembling "buzz" sound. The sharp arrows struck with a "swish" sound.
Come, take away life neatly, the arrow is nailed to the wooden deck, the tail feathers are still trembling.
"There is such a powerful bow! In front of it, the life of a warrior is like a blind fish living in a cave. He has not yet seen the target, but just hears the wind and shakes his tail fin to die! It's terrible, it's terrible!"
The legion commander endured the pain and muttered to himself. He hid behind the samurai's shield and allowed the boat to slow down, gradually opening a distance from the boat in front. Then, he suddenly reacted and used his good right arm
Raise the command spear flag, make a half circle on each side, and then point hard towards the boat in front.
Behind the gorgeous big boat, dozens of boats, large and small, received the order. They accelerated one after another, gave up their entangled opponents, and rushed towards the Mexica boat at the front. The remaining two or three Mexica boats had no time to take care of their opponents, and they were speeding
Rush to the aid of His Highness.
A kestrel was attracted by the shouting sound and soared over in the wind and rain. It scanned with its sharp eagle eyes and saw a small boat floating in front, followed by dozens of small boats chasing after it, and two large boats.
It followed behind at a distance. It lowered its height and carefully looked at the oars on the boat, the shining spear tips, and the figures that fell from time to time.
A sharp arrow "whooshed" passed under the kestrel, startling it. Its eyes with dynamic vision followed closely and saw a bipedal beast covering its throat on the bow of a small boat.
, swinging and falling into the river. The kestrel smelled the smell of blood floating in the air, and sensing the deep danger, it flapped its wings and flew straight into the high clouds.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! On the river, the Tarasco boat chasing the front immediately slowed down. The warriors on the boat were in a hurry to check the captain who fell into the water. When they determined the location of the arrow,
There was a deep chill in my heart. The small boat in front carried the messenger of the Moon Goddess, which could easily bring the warriors into the kingdom of the underworld! After a while, the sailors and warriors slowed down in their hands and quietly retreated to other boats.
after.
Seeing the enemy with an arrow in his neck and observing the enemy ship that was forcing him back again, Shulot put down his long bow and nodded with satisfaction. In the moment of life and death fighting, he gradually calmed down and made a breakthrough in his archery skills. The young man
The warrior's left arm has been bandaged. It is just a superficial flesh wound. Although it hurts, it does not affect the fight. He looked forward and back again, and saw that the guards' faces were red and they had been rowing with all their strength for more than two quarters of an hour. It was estimated that they had already rowed.
After ten miles, the supporting fleet has been deployed in advance and should be right ahead.
Not a moment later, another small boat approached, and in a blink of an eye it was within twenty meters. Shulot spat, and was about to take another arrow. "Whoosh, whoosh," two consecutive arrows passed in front of him, hitting two of them respectively.
On the cheek of the young warrior, the opponent fell over and died instantly. Bertard turned his head, smiled and nodded to the young warrior, with a calm confidence on his lips.
Shulot was stunned for a moment, and then continued to nock an arrow. This time, he aimed at the enemy ship thirty meters away, waited for a moment, and when the boat was stable, he released the arrow and shot an arrow into the chest of the enemy in the distance.
The warrior looked down in disbelief, seeing blood seeping out from the pierced leather armor. Then he opened his mouth and said a few words before falling down.
The young samurai looked at the samurai commander, and both of them laughed loudly at the same time. On the verge of life and death, they showed great fighting spirit, and their pride burned in their chests! Real samurai never fear death, but bloom fearlessly!
On the big boat sixty meters away, Osipai looked at the two longbow warriors laughing on the small boat with wide round eyes, and couldn't help but praise them loudly.
"Good, very good! They actually killed dozens of my men. These two warriors are so brave! They really suit my crocodile family crest!"
The round-faced nobleman had finished bandaging. At this time, his left arm was in extreme pain, but his heart was filled with the pleasure of seeing a wonderful battle and the desire for an outstanding warrior. While he was marveling to himself, another large boat had already approached.
A Captain Tarasco, who was covered in blood, came closer, knelt down on one knee, and offered a long bow with both hands.
"Dear Russian leader, this is a longbow obtained from other boats. These Mexica warriors are extremely tenacious! Most of them died fighting hard, a few jumped into the water and escaped, and two prisoners even committed suicide. We did not
Caught alive."
Osipi nodded and continued to praise.
"Okay, as expected, only brave warriors can lead subordinates who are not afraid of death!"
Then, the legion commander took the long bow and placed it across his leg. Then he rubbed it carefully with his right hand and fell into deep thought.
Not long after, a patrol boat hurriedly returned, bringing new news.
"Captain, the Mexican support fleet appeared on the Leman River in the northeast. From a distance, there are about a hundred ships."
Osipai looked at the river in the northeast. In the swaying wind and rain, many black spots were flowing down the river, and they were rushing here at full speed. It was estimated that the battle would take place in a quarter of an hour. He then looked at Mo Mo, sixty meters away in front of him.
On the small boat in Xika, two warriors were still setting up their bows and guiding arrows. The warriors on the boat were rowing as fast as they could, even faster than the fishermen in Mikancho!
Osipai looked around and sighed helplessly. There were not many ships moored in the fortress, and he only had nearly a hundred ships on hand, and many warriors were damaged. The "Crocodile" leader pressed the wound on his left arm and felt
After feeling the sting that penetrated my bones, I finally said sharply.
"Blow the conch horn and the whole army retreats!"
The gorgeous big boat turned slowly. The round-faced nobleman leaned against the crocodile decoration, his eyes widened, and finally looked ahead. Two Mexica warriors, one big and one small, roared and fought fiercely, with arrows like shooting stars. In his eyes
I stared at it radiantly for a long time, leaving a sigh of appreciation in the wind.
"There are such warriors among the civilians of Mexico! One day, I will take you all under my command!"
