The approaching heat wave came with thick smoke, and Marshal Tarasco's flag was quickly smoked gray, like a rapidly falling battle situation.
Under the flag, the commander of the Navy, Osipai, was also shocked. He stared at the fire in front of him with his eyes wide open, and fell into a brief daze in fear. After a while, the self-control of the senior commander allowed him to quickly recover.
calm.
Afterwards, the "Crocodile" noble looked at the battle situation and his heart became cold.
The main force of Tarasco's large boat fell into a chaotic stagnation. The Mexicaans continued to fire flashing rockets without stopping, creating roaring fires and igniting the crucial large boat! He was stunned and stunned.
Within a few moments, dozens of large ships lost their ability to fight. The surrounding warriors were all panicked. Officers at all levels were counting on the flagship's response, and there was no time to wait!
Looking at the scene in front of him, Osipai's expression changed rapidly. Faced with the fear of the unknown, he hesitated to count his breaths, and once wanted to escape eastward. But after counting his breaths, he thought of the consequences of retreating before the battle, and the difficulty of escaping against the current.
...Here and now, there is death and no life!
After a moment of weighing, the "crocodile" nobleman suppressed his deep-seated fear and his brave nature finally gained the upper hand. Suddenly, he felt cruel, bit his lip hard, and roared loudly amidst the stinging pain and the smell of blood.
"I am a descendant of the gods. I have the blood of the original crocodile. Even the divine power cannot harm me!"
The supreme commander's roar echoed on the lake, inspiring the frightened warriors around him. Then, he looked at the brave general Kurucha beside him.
"Herring, beat the drum for me! Order the whole army to advance and continue the charge!"
Kurucha nodded fiercely and beat the thundering war drum. The "crocodile" nobleman personally waved the battle flag, spinning it and pointing forward.
"Charge! Charge up! Charge up and fight! They won't be able to launch rockets again!"
The shocking war drums sounded, and the huge crocodile flag fluttered. Osipi looked around again. Around his flagship, more than a hundred large ships on the inside gradually resumed command, while more than a hundred large ships on the outside were still in chaos. And behind his flagship
In front, nearly a hundred large boats were burning, becoming dazzling huge torches. Behind him, the noble Chapala Feather was still standing on the bow of the boat with a look of fear on his face.
"Quick! Get on the boat quickly, go find Chapala's Feather, let him collect the chaotic fleet, and quickly follow me to attack. Tell him that the main force of the navy is still there, and we still have a chance to win!"
Then, blood flowed from the corner of Osipi's mouth, like a ferocious crocodile, roaring violently.
"Fighting warriors, charge with me!"
The marshal's battle flag was pointed forward, the trumpet sounded shrill, and the war drums roared. The Tarasco flagship slowly started to move around the burning forward, and then suddenly accelerated. The marshal's warship moved forward, personally leading more than a hundred large ships that were inspired.
The boat rushed resolutely towards the enemy fleet not far away.
Seeing the enemy's flagship recovering quickly and the hundreds of large ships charging fiercely, Shulot showed appreciation and praised loudly.
"What a brave crocodile!"
Immediately, the young commander on the altar waved the command flag again, and the longbow warriors in the rear immediately adjusted their direction, and rockets filled the sky were fired at the incoming fleet. After a few breaths, the rockets roared and fell into the scattered enemy ships.
team, and more than ten charging boats were set alight.
A long wind blew by, blowing away the rising smoke and making the field of vision clear. Tarasco's flagship paused for a moment, then adjusted its direction and headed straight for the flag of the Mexica coach.
Looking at the suddenly approaching enemy ark group, Shulot remained unmoved. He continued to command the rear formation and fired steadily. The figure of the young commander stood under the flag and became the focus of the entire battlefield.
Looking at the enemy navy's flagship, Bertard's eyes froze. He took a step forward and raised his long bow. The guard next to him lit the paper casing of the rocket and then quickly handed it to him. The warrior commander turned sideways and put on the bow.
Pull the arrow to full strength, and then shoot it quickly. The heavy rocket flickers on and off, flies over a distance of sixty or seventy steps, accurately nails the wooden shed of the enemy ship, and then explodes with a bang.
The ship of the Russian faction suddenly caught fire, and the family warriors on board the ship looked panicked and stepped forward to put out the fire. The "crocodile" nobleman, his face flushed, strode forward and pushed the burning wooden shed into the lake.
. Then, he held the shield high in his hand and shouted sternly.
"Go rowing! Don't stop! Come with me!"
After giving the order, Osipai widened his eyes and stared at the enemy flagship right in front. This was the hope of a comeback! Then, with dazzling eyes, he stared at the gorgeous figure under the commander's flag and roared in a deep voice.
.
"Personal guards, shield for cover! Qingyu, bring me my longbow, and you take one too!"
Under the black wolf's flag, Bertard was about to launch another rocket when his expression suddenly changed. Fifty or sixty steps away, the shield on the enemy's flagship suddenly dropped, revealing a rough young warrior. In his hand
He was holding a Mexican long bow, which he had drawn steadily, and the copper arrow facing him shone with cold light. Behind him, another fierce warrior stood sideways, also raising the bow.
Seeing this, the warrior commander dropped his long bow without hesitation and threw himself aside.
Shulot was smiling, surveying the battlefield in a good situation, thinking about the outflanking of the two wings. Then, a pair of strong arms came around, and the boy's back suddenly felt force, and at a moment when it was difficult to react, he was forced to fall.
"Whoosh!" A sharp arrow whistled from above Xiu Luote, awakening his long-unforgettable memories. Then there was another "whoosh" sound, and the sharp arrow struck, followed by "tearing" and scratching the skin.
A's voice, and the sound of "puff" entering the flesh. Then, the sound of hurried footsteps climbed onto the commander's high platform, several personal guards tightly covered the front, and then there were two "duh" sounds of sharp arrows entering the shield.
Looking at the enemy's shield formation that completely blocked his view, Osipi put down his longbow regretfully. He and Kurucha took action one after another. The four arrows in the unexpected sneak attack only wounded the tall warrior who sacrificed his life for the savior.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Then, he recalled the appearance and figure of the tall warrior, and felt inexplicably familiar. Wasn't that the sharpshooter he had been chasing for half a day and determined to take under his command? Then, he thought again
The enemy commander, that inexplicably familiar figure of medium stature, with a vaguely delicate young face under the feather crest... The Marshal of Mexico is personally investigating?!
Suddenly, the "Crocodile" nobleman was shocked. He sighed, stamped his feet hard, and felt regretful in his heart.
"It's you! It turned out to be you! It turned out to be you that day!!!"
Under the protection of his personal guards, Hulott struggled to get up from his knees. He smelled the smell of blood in the air and nervously sniffed Bertard's breath. The warrior commander was in severe pain all over his body and was lying on his side unable to move. He opened his eyes
With his eyes widened, he looked at the young man's concerned expression and smiled reluctantly.
"Your Highness, continue to command the rear formation! I can't die!"
Shulot seemed to have heard nothing. He searched carefully on the warrior commander and finally found that the arrow was on the back, only two inches away from the neck. The young commander breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to the loyal warrior commander, and then
Look at the bodyguard.
"Send the Holy Eagle Warrior Captain to the stern of the ship for treatment! Be careful and be gentle!"
Then, Shulot stood up again, and looked at the battle situation not far away through the gap in the shield. Nearly a hundred enemy ships rushed fiercely, and they had already arrived within forty steps of the flagship, and the Mexica at the front was
The large boats engaged in battle. Many large Tarascan boats came crashing into each other, carrying flames and burning.
Loud "bang bang" noises continued to sound, and dozens of large boats crashed into a ball. Without waiting for a moment, Tarasco's warriors jumped towards the enemy ships surrounded by flames. They waved bronze spears and wooden shields, and waved
The Mexican warriors armed with war clubs and vine shields collided head-on and fought bloody battles.
It takes time to ignite the rocket. Faced with a resolute assault by the enemy, it will not be able to launch again within three rounds. Looking around, the young commander saw more and more large boats colliding on the lake in front of him. The warriors on both sides were completely engaged in a battle.
A ball!
There was a loud "boom", and the two large boats collided violently, and the hulls shook at a large angle. Several warriors on each side were unsteady and fell into the water with a "plop". Afterwards, the captains of the two boats shouted loudly in different languages.
Roar and start fighting first.
A Mexica warrior had just discarded his longbow and held on to his war stick when a spear came towards him. He had no time to pick up his shield, so he had to dodge sideways and raise his stick to block, causing his center of gravity to quickly lose balance. At this moment, another strike struck him.
He slanted his spear and attacked. The Mexica warrior heard the wind and turned his head to see with his peripheral vision, but he had no time to move. In an instant, he felt a sudden chill on his side and lost all strength in an instant.
Tarasco's warrior succeeded with one blow, and his eyes were filled with excitement. He stirred the copper spear vigorously, breaking the soft internal organs, and then pulled it out with force, bringing up a pool of hot blood. He looked at the enemy warrior who fell to the ground and grinned proudly.
, but a war stick came quietly from the side and behind. Life and death can only happen in an instant, and there is no way to react! The war stick cut through the side of the neck mercilessly, and the sharp obsidian blade cut through the skin and directly cut off the left carotid artery.
"Chichi", blood suddenly flew out, splashing more than one meter away, spraying all over the head and face of Nekali, a senior warrior behind him. Nekali immediately squatted down quickly, raised his shield with his left hand on guard, and quickly wiped it with his sleeve with his right hand.
Cheek. Then, he stood up vigilantly and took a sip of the warm liquid that splashed into his mouth.
"Bah, damn Ability God believers, the blood is so choking!"
Necali looked around angrily, his pupils shrinking sharply. The Tarasco warrior just now had fallen, but three coordinated militia spears were already stabbing him. It was difficult to escape in the narrow boat, so he managed to resist several attacks with his shield.
Once, he was finally forced to retreat to the stern of the boat. Then, he roared and threw his war stick, knocking down a young militiaman with a bang, and then helplessly jumped into the lake.
The young militiaman Vesti's eyes were red, and he continued to move forward, stabbing the Mexica warrior to death as he struggled to swim away in the lake. But a pair of big calloused hands behind him suddenly pulled him back.
"Vezti, you piece of wood! What time of the day is it now, and you're still beating around the bush!"
Chihuaco, the old militiaman, yelled angrily, his wrinkled old face trembling. Then, the old militiaman squatted down and took a quick look at the young militiaman who had been knocked down.
The roaring war stick just now came. The young militiaman had neither a shield nor a cotton armor, nor did he know how to block it with his unimportant arms. The war stick hit him in the chest, and the sharp blade cut his chest and neck.
.The unstoppable blood flowed loudly, and the old militiaman's hands were instantly covered with blood.
Chihuaco shuddered, quickly took out the herbal bag, and took a deep breath. Then, he stood up, barely regained his composure, and looked left and right on the lake where the fight was taking place.
There are still terrible rockets attacking from the sky, turning into terrifying fire demons several meters above the water, setting fire to the large boats in the rear. And further behind, which is constantly burning, the kingdom's navy is still in chaos. The small boats
They were running around like headless flies, fighting randomly with the small Mexica boats. Some of the big boats were spinning in circles, some were colliding with each other, and some seemed to be changing directions?
The old militiamen looked ahead again. That was the center of the fighting. Hundreds of large boats collided with each other. The warrior gentlemen shouted the names of the gods and killed them. Then, the gentlemen were like pumpkins in the autumn harvest, rolling in strings.
They fell down, or split open like overripe kidney beans, and the lake surface was filled with spreading bright red. Only the two coach's flags were almost close to each other, still standing like corn stalks.
Chihuaco shuddered again and hurriedly took a breath from the herbal bag.
Behind him, Weiziti stabbed twice at the warrior in the water. Unfortunately, his martial arts skills were not good enough and he missed the target completely. It was not until he saw that the opponent was swimming far away that he came back to his senses and looked at the fallen militiaman.
, asked eagerly.
"Chihuaco, can he be saved?"
"Save me! I can't survive. Take care of yourself first!"
The old militiaman continued to search on the lake. He shouted in succession, his hoarse voice trembling.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Mumu, look carefully! The samurai masters leading the team on the ship are almost dead, and now they are still spanking! The masters behind did not follow, Mexica
There are too many people, and we will definitely not win this battle!...Hurry up, call a few other trees, and let’s find the nearest boat together. If you wait any longer, you will be dead!”
Hearing the word "death", Weizi got excited and quickly greeted him to the left and right. Five more spear militiamen came from the left and right. They were either sober or timid, but they could still hear the greeting. Other militiamen from the same village, led by warriors,
They were still fighting with red eyes and heard nothing in their ears. Two Mexica warriors were attracted by the shouts, but were blocked by several spears arrayed at the stern of the boat and could not approach for a while.
"Yes, that's it! It's the closest there. Let's swim to that boat!" Chihuaco, the old militiaman, suddenly lit up his eyes and pointed with his finger more than 20 steps away. A lonely boat floated on the water, with the Mexica lying on it.
Corpses of militiamen.
The young Weziti stared and saw that hundreds of small boats on both sides were still strangled together, and from time to time someone screamed and fell into the water. Once the boats on both sides met on the water, the militiamen immediately fought brutally until all the people in the boat were killed.
Until then, many unmanned boats were floating on the lake, spreading bright red along the way. After looking for a while, Weziti finally saw the narrow and fragile boats. Looking at the red dripping from the hull, he felt uneasy.
"Chihuaco, are we abandoning the stable boat and getting into that swaying boat?!"
The other militiamen looked away while confronting the gradually increasing number of Mexican warriors.
"Vezti, are you stupid? The big boat is the target of the Mexica people. If it is far away, it is a target, and if it is close, it is a battlefield. If you really want to escape, you must get into a small boat!"
"Ah, Chihuaco, are we going to be deserters?!" Vezti's voice trembled, fearful.
The old militiaman gave a loud "sneak" and stopped looking at the stupid piece of wood. He looked around at the surrounding militiamen and shouted in a low voice.
"You guys, if you want to survive, follow me later!"
Afterwards, Chihuaco squatted down and groped carefully on the deck, and found two unlit rockets. He touched the round paper shell curiously. This thing was only as big as a mango, how could it turn into a fire several meters long?
magic?
The old militiaman had no time to think and hurriedly hid a rocket in his arms. Then he stood up, imitated the Mexica archer he had seen before, lit the fire, and then suddenly threw another rocket.
To the confronting Mexican warriors.
"Dive! Let's go!" After throwing the rocket, the old militiamen jumped into the lake without hesitation, and then swam desperately to the boat more than 20 steps away. The militiamen were slightly startled, and then hurriedly dropped the long thorns that were in the way.
Spears also jumped into the water one after another. There is no doubt about the water quality of the people on the lake. They were like young fish, quickly following the old fish at the front, heading away from the battlefield.
Seeing the rockets thrown at them, several Mexica warriors showed fear and hurriedly retreated. They clearly knew the burning power of gunpowder arrows. After a while, the rockets did not move, not even a spark. The warriors looked at each other, and then
Looking at the Tarasco militiamen who were moving so fast, they were speechless for a moment in shame.
Vezti followed Chihuaco closely, paddling rapidly in the water. He looked up and saw a clumsy figure still struggling to swim in front of him, and his heart became angry again. So the young militiaman plunged fiercely into the water.
He went over and kicked the Mexican warrior in the water hard.
After receiving a sudden heavy blow, Nekali let out a cry of pain, then swallowed a few mouthfuls of lake water and was kicked away to the outside.
Vezti groped all over his body, but was so poor that he didn't even have a dagger, so he had to give up. He turned around and saw that the old militiaman had touched the edge of the boat. He was afraid that he would not be waiting for him alone. Thinking of this, he turned around
, took one last look at the burning lake, and remembered this nightmare scene deeply in my mind.
The calm Lake Eureria was dyed red, and countless boats and boats floated silently like coffins. Under the coffins, there were countless floating corpses, as well as rippling blood. There were constantly new corpses, from the killing boats.
It suddenly fell. In the front where the fighting was fiercest, thousands of warriors fought bravely, and their roars shook the world. And in the center, the navy flagship was still beating the war drums, and the commander-in-chief of the kingdom was still shouting for a fierce battle!
Looking at this intense scene, Weziti was lost for a moment and sighed deeply. Then, he turned around hastily, without pausing, and swam straight towards the hope of escape.