The midday sun fell straight down from the clear sky, sweeping over the shadows of the earth and forests, removing the dew in the woods and grasslands. Today was a good day, suitable for fighting and killing.
Xiulote also knew that today was a good day. In the Aztec calendar, today is the sixth day of the 20th day of each month in the solar calendar. It symbolizes death, vitality, and vitality. The representative symbol is a skull. This is
An auspicious day.
Therefore, commanders chose to take the initiative today.
It was an auspicious time and an auspicious day. At this moment, he was standing on the top of a hill with Avitt, leading four thousand warriors, quietly waiting for the enemy to appear.
Avit occupies the high ground, with the commander's battle flag planted at the highest point, and beside him is a thousand-man battalion of warriors. The remaining three battalions are arranged in a line, arranged slightly lower in front. The warriors are sitting
On the hill, his shield and war club were placed on the ground in front of him, maintaining his physical strength as much as possible.
The enemy's flag appeared in Shulot's field of vision. First there were scattered scouts, then the scattered village levies, then the warriors wearing armor and hats, carrying shields and war clubs, and finally a group of
A group of militiamen wearing only single clothes and carrying stone spears.
The two sides discovered each other. The other side's commander formed a battle formation four or five miles away. The warriors took off their shields and war clubs, five Otomi warrior battalions gathered in the middle, and three militia battalions on the left and right spread out to shield them.
On both wings of the army, five militia battalions were placed in the front, and four militia battalions were scattered at the back.
Shulot observed the opponent's formation changes. The opponent's battle idea was to give priority to protecting the warrior camp. Spread the militia battalion in four directions to withstand possible surprise attacks and long-range attacks. The warrior battalion was not placed on the front line to avoid
Being entangled by the enemy forces, it is difficult to retreat.
In other words, the opponent's core strength was ready to run away at any time. Shulot was speechless.
The two sides faced each other in the air for a while. The enemy's scouts continued to conduct reconnaissance on the battlefield on both wings, and the commanders of both sides continued to assess the number and strength of the other side's troops.
Avitt's four battalions occupied the hilly highlands and always maintained a defensive position.
Shulot could clearly feel the opponent's commander's hesitation. It should be that after assessing the opponent's strength, he developed some kind of confidence that he was within his capabilities.
After a while, as the scouts on both wings returned, it was proved that no enemy ambush was found within a certain distance. The opponent's commander finally started the attack.
Shulot, who was high up, looked down and had a clear view of the battlefield.
The Otomi people adjusted their formation again. Three militia battalions on each wing began to advance and expand, and two warrior battalions supplemented them. While holding down the formation, they served as the backbone of the two wings. The three warrior battalions of the central army expanded slightly, followed by five
The militia battalions advanced together behind them, and the militia battalions in the rear continued to form a loose formation to block the retreat of the army.
The prelude to the war is slow, perhaps as it continues to gather energy for the outbreak.
Soon, the two armies were only a few hundred meters apart, looking at each other up and down the hills. The Otomi militiamen howled loudly, intimidating their opponents, boosting their own morale, and releasing the fear they had before the war.
This kind of meaningless threats are common among warriors. The four thousand Mexica warriors on the hill still remained on the defensive, just standing up with shields and sticks, waiting for the next impact.
Two battalions of Otomi slingers went out to the foot of the mountain and began to throw stones up the mountain. The stones fell like raindrops, but they were also as powerless as the raindrops. Stones thrown from the bottom up could not attack the warriors with leather armor and wooden shields.
Cause meaningful harm.
The Mexica warriors were in a bit of a commotion. Facing this free slinger, they had the desire to charge and fight. Avitt still ordered to defend with shields and maintain the formation. The defensive conch horn continued to ring on the hilltop, suppressing
The beast that lives inside the samurai.
Seeing that the slingers could not disrupt the opponent's formation, Commander Otomi asked the slingers to retreat.
The advantage of the Otomi people lies in their huge militia. If they want to use their militia to defeat the well-trained Mexica warriors, they can only destroy the warriors' formation, put them under siege, and constantly consume the warriors' physical strength until they can no longer wield their weapons.
speed and power.
At this time, the militiamen can use simple stone spears to achieve an acceptable consumption ratio with the warriors. It is like using farmers to besiege light armored knights without horses.
Three battalions of Otomi militiamen immediately attacked, howling and rushing towards the shields and war clubs of the Mexica warriors. They were then beaten, smashed, cut, and broken in front of the war clubs, and turned into corpses.
Warm corpses. This kind of pressure was far from reaching the limit of the Mexica warriors. The warriors suffered very little damage. It only consumed their physical strength and gradually stretched the formation to both sides.
Three militia battalions on each flank began to advance faster, trying to outflank the warriors. This outflanking was more of a harassment.
Immediately, the real main force, the two Otomi warrior battalions, rushed from both wings and violently attacked the flanks of the two Mexica warrior battalions.
Only then did Avit give the order to attack, and the drums of attack quickly resounded through the hills. The three thousand Mexica warriors in front suddenly burst out with a cry, and the warriors began to launch the most violent attacks regardless of physical strength. They no longer
Instead of waving the shield, he accelerated the war stick to cut through curves, piercing the soft chest and abdomen, and hitting the hard head.
Their formation also quickly squeezed away from the enemy in front, and the fighting area quickly expanded. The warriors were caught in a fierce battle, which also meant that the commander had lost the ability to command them, at least before the end of this battle.
Once the real battle started, the three battalions of Otomi militiamen directly in front could not withstand the pressure of rapid casualties. They collapsed from the front and their organization level was reduced to zero. They had completed their important mission as cannon fodder vanguard. Here,
It will no longer be useful in this battle.
The two battalions of Otomi warriors from the Chinese army quickly pressed forward and roughly used their shields to disperse the militiamen to both sides. Then, without giving the Mexica warriors any more chance to recover their strength, they roared and charged towards the opponents ahead.
At the same time, the militiamen from the rear also rushed up and engaged Avitt's command battalion, thus containing the last Mexica reserve unit.
He looked at the enemy warriors rushing towards him from all directions, with their faces twisted and roaring. Next to his ears were the clashes of shields and weapons, and from time to time there was a clicking sound, which was the crisp snapping of bones. Blood spattered and fell on Shuluo.
Te's feet were bright red as far as the eye could see.
Shulot's heart was beating violently, and every second seemed as long as a century. He couldn't help but look at Avitt, only to see a hard and cold face that was both unfamiliar and familiar.
, observing the battle situation from the front without any disturbance.
All the combat positions on the hills were filled. In the front were four thousand Otomi warriors and two thousand militiamen, semi-surrounding three Mexica warrior battalions, and in the rear were four Otomi militia battalions to contain the attackers of Avit.
Command battalion.
At this time, Commander Giowa of Otomi still had a reserve team of a samurai battalion, two high-level cannon fodder from the slinging battalions, and four ordinary cannon fodder from the militia battalions. He also sent additional people to collect the three newly defeated cannon fodders.
Militia camp.
Giowa stared intently at the battle ahead, looking for gaps in the formation, always ready to throw in the last warrior battalion to completely tear apart the defense line of the Mexica warriors ahead. A smile of victory unknowingly appeared on his face.
emerge.
Before the smile was full, it suddenly solidified. Two Mexica warrior battalions suddenly appeared from the outermost hills of the right-wing scouts and rushed towards the center of the battlefield quickly.
Seeing the two Mexica warrior battalions coming from a distance, Hulot in the center of the military formation finally regained his composure. In fact, not counting the intimidation and stone-throwing foreplay, the battle between the warriors on both sides only lasted half an hour.
It only takes a quarter of an hour for a real full-scale battle.
Ottomi's commander now still has a quarter of an hour to hesitate: either push the last warrior battalion, plus all the militia battalions, to face the two thousand Mexican warriors approaching quickly. Looking forward to Otto on the top of the mountain
The rice warriors can break through the defense line first.
Either retreat immediately and leave the militia to the Mexica. As many warriors as there are on the mountain can retreat. As long as they escape into the familiar mountain forest, they will be safe.
Giowa was making a quick decision. The first option was to bet all the weight to win, and the second option was to lose at least half. Looking at the advantage he had gradually gained on the top of the mountain, he hesitated for a moment and bit again.
Gritting his teeth and trying to suppress the ominous premonition in his heart, he ordered four militia battalions to advance forward and temporarily hold back the Mexican reinforcements.
Dressed in an eagle uniform, Barda led two battalions of Mexica warriors, rushing directly into the center of four thousand militiamen like a hurricane, engaging in fierce fighting on the largest front.
The militiamen rushed forward with howls, thrusting out their spears, passing through the leather armor and shields, and then being knocked down and broken by the warriors' war clubs, like waves scattered on the shore.
Their morale also melted like ice and snow. However, the commander's battle flag flying high in the rear and the approaching thousand reserve warriors still maintained the bottom line of their morale.
The battle situation was deadlocked for a moment, but Avitt at the top of the hill showed a real smile. Although there was still fighting and blood flying around him, he turned around and joked to Shulot: "The fish finally took the bait."
The fighting lasted for another quarter of an hour, and the Mexica warriors in front were already squeezed together with the command camp. Swinging the sticks consumed too much energy, and the warriors on the mountain used shields more often for defense.
The physical strength of the warriors on both sides has not yet reached its limit, and it is still early for large-scale casualties to occur. Of the eight thousand warriors fighting, only three to four hundred of each have lost their combat effectiveness at this time.
When Casal's 500 jaguar warriors and 1,500 warriors appeared at the rear left of the battlefield, dark clouds blocked all the sunshine in Giowa's heart, and Commander Otomi almost lost everything in the battle instantly.
power.
The familiar tiger-shaped beast helmet is the nightmare of all city-state warriors. Generations of Otomi people have grown up listening to its horror stories. Although Giowa did not believe the stories, he clearly knew how terrifying the jaguar warriors were on the frontal battlefield.
combat effectiveness.
The retreating conch horn sounded rapidly throughout the battlefield, and the half-engaged Otomi command battalion quickly broke away from the battle. Giowa issued the last meaningless order, asking the two slinging battalions to contain the incoming Jaguar warriors.
.
Immediately, he left behind the fiercely fighting militiamen and the warriors who were still fighting, and fled to the forest on the right rear.
Casal sent a thousand Mexica warriors to pursue Giowa. Then he sent out five hundred men to attack the Otomi militiamen who were fighting Barda from behind.
And he himself led the jaguar warriors to charge towards the largest fish, the four thousand Otomi warriors who were fighting fiercely on the top of the mountain.
The sound of the retreating conch reached the top of the mountain. The first to react were the four thousand Otomi militiamen who circled behind the hills and were responsible for containing Avite.
Without the pressure of the warriors, these seemingly simple mountain people had some spare strength. When they saw the jaguar warriors rushing over from a distance, they knew something was wrong and immediately fled to the distant forest.
Avit's command battalion had just been liberated from the battle. He ignored the militia and immediately divided the command battalion into two teams to entangle the Otomi warriors from both sides.
Shulot then completely calmed down and began to observe the battlefield carefully.
Only then did the Otomi warriors on the top of the mountain realize that the situation was not good. Under the leadership of the hereditary nobles, they withdrew from the battle with difficulty while trying to maintain order. The warriors on the front line fought more and more crazily, and the warriors at the rear began to
spread.
When a group of jaguar warriors rushed into the battle group of the Otomi warriors from behind, it was like a stone thrown into a lake, immediately creating a concave ripple in the crowd. Then the ripples spread out and the crowd dispersed like water splashes.
The remaining two thousand Otomi militiamen on the top of the mountain collapsed completely. They screamed and fled with their backs to the enemy, and were immediately cut down like corn stalks.
The real toll began.
Following the back stab attack of the Jaguar warrior, the skillful war stick danced like a violent storm, hitting the shields, leather armor, back and legs of the Otomi warriors, causing them to crawl to the ground.
Attacked from both sides, the Otomi warriors quickly lost their organization, and the morale of the army was rapidly decreasing. The Jaguar warriors used war cries to intimidate while also attacking with force. Within a quarter of an hour, the great rout came.
From this moment on, ten times as many Ottomi warriors fell every minute as before.
The Otomi warriors who fought on the front line fell into a final madness, and then quickly exhausted their physical strength during the siege, and were knocked unconscious by the warriors with the wooden sides of their war clubs.
The Otomi warriors on the wings and sides dropped their heavy obsidian war clubs and fled from both sides of the flanking attack, heading towards the forest in the distance, struggling for the last bit of life.
Feeling the rapid weakening of resistance, the Mexica warriors on the top of the mountain finally gave out a cry of victory. They began to be merciless, using the obtuse angle and side of the war stick to hit the legs and backs of the Otomi people, making them incapacitated.
At this point, the frontal battle was over, and the Mexicans began to pursue their opponents, capturing them as easily as turkeys. The mass capture began.
Standing on the hill, smelling the rich blood that could not be dissolved in the air, watching the mad escape of the Otomi people, and listening to the warm cheers of the Mexica warriors, Hulot felt an unreal trance.
A quarter of an hour ago, the Otomi people were still struggling to death, half an hour ago, they were still besieged by the enemy, an hour ago, the situation was at a disadvantage, and two hours ago, the battle had just begun.
"Is this war?" Shulot asked as he looked at Avitt.
"This is not a war." A real smile finally appeared on Avitt's face, "This is just the beginning!"
