The golden sunshine fell on the bright red battlefield, like the eyes of gods, watching the fresh sacrifice. The loud shouts of death suddenly sounded loud, as if the sacrifice of the gods reached its climax in an instant.
Shulot looked around. The two legions were like dueling warriors, holding onto their weapons tightly. Looking at each other with murderous intent, they had already entered the most dangerous distance!
On the outermost left and right wings, there were two thousand warriors from the western city-states on each side, facing four thousand Chapala's militiamen. The enemy's militiamen shouted loudly, approached within thirty steps, and threw a wave of javelins mixed with rocks and wood.
A dull "whoosh" sound burst through the air, shooting down dozens of Mexica warriors.
Facing the enemy's attack, the warriors of the Western States could no longer hold back. They held their war sticks high, let out a continuous shout, and suddenly launched a charge like a pack of attacking wolves!
Nobles of all sizes rushed forward, carrying various war flags and skillfully wielding obsidian war clubs. They slashed hard, cutting open the enemy's chest with force, cutting wounds up to one meter long. They
Precise swings, accurately hitting the enemy's head, and hitting them into various twisted shapes. From time to time, they would knock the enemy to the ground, then hold the war stick high, aim at the enemy's neck, and perform intimidating attacks.
Execution!
At this time, the noble family warriors will surround the family head. While protecting the family head, they will pay attention to the honor ceremony. When a bright blood flower blooms, the nobles raise their weapons high again, and the warriors burst out.
The cheers of warm praise covered up the echoing screams. This is an ancient battlefield ritual, used to prove the personal bravery of nobles, similar to the symbol of honor of capturing prisoners!
However, even when faced with the fierce Mexica warriors, the Chapala militiamen showed great courage and had the will to fight to the death like a canine.
A young Trocan nobleman knocked down the militiamen in front of him with a stick. Immediately, he stopped charging and looked around, and the surrounding family warriors gathered around him. The young nobleman looked at the enemies on the ground who were unable to struggle, and became careless.
He put down his war stick and took out the more glorious obsidian dagger. Then, he took a step forward, raised the shining dagger high, knelt down on one knee under the gaze of everyone, and suddenly pierced the enemy's heart!
The militiaman on the ground suddenly rolled over to avoid the dagger. The dagger penetrated deeply into the soil, causing a slight "puff" sound. The young nobleman's hands fell out of his hands, and he was shocked. A pair of powerful hands came out from the air.
Attacked from the side, the injured militiaman hugged the noble tightly, then opened his mouth without stopping, avoiding the strong leather armor, and bit the young noble's neck!
The young noble screamed "Ah", let go of the dagger in his hand, and pushed the militiaman on him with all his strength. A young family warrior rushed forward, swung his war stick randomly, and hit the militiaman.
The militiaman was in pain, and he exerted ferocious force, his teeth clicked together, blood flowed from his mouth, and the noble's scream suddenly became sharp.
Another old family warrior frowned slightly and pushed away the young warrior standing in front of him. He pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed the militiaman in the back accurately. With just a stir, the militiaman lost everything.
With so much strength, he soon became motionless. The warriors quickly grabbed the militiaman's jaw, carefully opened his teeth, and pulled him off the noble's body. However, the noble's voice gradually became weaker, and the blood hole on his neck flowed vigorously, staining the body.
The family flag behind him could be seen. Within a moment, he completely disappeared.
Seeing the great nobles who died in the battle, the family warriors looked at each other and were speechless for a moment in the fierce battlefield. The old family warriors turned around and stared at the young family warriors.
"Izel, why did you swing around with your war stick just now instead of using a dagger to help your brother?!"
"Dear warrior commander, this is my first battle. I only remember your teaching: on the battlefield, you must hold the war stick in your hand firmly and never let go until death!"
Izel replied respectfully, with a somewhat relaxed look on his face.
The warrior captain stared at Izel deeply, then looked around and spoke quickly in a low voice.
"The head of the family is far away in Trocan State. The eldest son of the direct line died gloriously on the battlefield of the Tarascans and went to the infinitely beautiful Kingdom of God. Now, according to the usual practice, Izel, the concubine, takes over the family.
Carrying the flag, continue the unfinished divine battle!"
There was no room for hesitation on the battlefield, and the fighting was still going on. The Chapala militiamen wielded stone hammers and war clubs, and rushed forward almost frantically, entangled with the warriors of the Western State. The militiamen fell in groups, and warriors also fell from time to time.
Being besieged to death. Earth-shattering shouts echoed around, and ruthless battles revealed the true warriors.
In the corner of the battlefield, the family warriors nodded silently. Izel was so happy that he took off his brother's back flag, quickly tied it behind his back, and took the first step in his rise in life!
And in the center of the battlefield, two weapons of the new era will also roar for the first time on the battlefield!
On a high platform several meters high, Shulot looked at the two wings and frowned slightly as he listened to the fierce fighting in the wind.
Facing the attack of the militia, the city-state warriors on both wings launched an unauthorized charge and fell into a tangled battle. The nobles of each state were difficult to command, and they were still practicing ancient and outdated battlefield etiquette in the fierce war. Even though he was the supreme
The marshal was also helpless against this group of city-state nobles.
"The Chapala militia is indeed very fierce. The city-state nobles are really hard to rely on!... Fortunately, I have a thunder that is truly worthy of reliance, and I will soon rule the truth of the world!"
Thinking of this, the young commander smiled and looked forward. The wooden frames of the two wooden cannons were finally fixed. The muzzles of the cannons were pointed at the enemy formation on the hill. The gunners raised the red flags in readiness. Then, he looked
Towards the hill, under the flag of "Feather", the Chapala warriors formed a tight formation and assumed a solid defensive posture.
Shulot no longer hesitated and waved the flag in his hand with great enthusiasm, pointing to the hill where the enemy marshal was! The harsh copper whistle blew immediately, and the gunner of the artillery team quickly lit the fuse, then covered his ears and crouched down.
The wooden cannon is two steps away.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Boom!!!" A thunderous sound suddenly exploded throughout the world, making all the fierce fighting silent for a moment. Izel had just
Taking the first step to rise in life, he fell down in horror amidst the terrifying roar of the God of Thunder. He lay on the ground and raised his head tremblingly, looking at the god-given weapon that had just roared.
In the huge roar, the cannon body jumped back suddenly, and a faint smoke rose from the muzzle, like a roaring beast. This was the second time he saw a god-given weapon in action, and he always felt that it could move.
The living creatures were like the legendary spirits with divine power. Izel couldn't help lowering his head and silently praying to the spirits.
"O divine beast of thunder, please grant me victory in battle and allow me to succeed as the head of the family!"
The roaring wooden cannon fired stone bullets that broke through the air. With majestic power, they crossed a distance of fifty steps and bombarded the Chinese army in Chapala!
The shotguns flew and instantly knocked down the four or five warriors in the front line. The powerful stone bullets penetrated the strong leather armor, pierced the soft body, and smashed the unprotected faces. The warriors had no time to groan, and
The tattered body fell crookedly, and a large pool of red flowed out. Then, the scattered stones were like heavy rain in the rainy season, hitting the warriors within a dozen steps around, making a "bang bang" sound and splashing a cloud of smoke and dust.
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Facing weapons that spanned the ages, the Chapala warriors were filled with shock. Listening to the thunderous roar, with unknown fear, they stared blankly at the mythical beast dozens of steps away with smoke coming from its mouth! At this moment, there was no
People really pay attention to the number of dead and injured, they just shout crazily in their hearts.
"What's this?!"
Chapala's "Feather" commander was panic-stricken, pointed at the wooden cannon directly opposite, and asked in panic.
"Priest! What is this? A Mexica demon?!"
No one answered the marshal's inquiry, only panicked and disorderly shouts, and hurried and confused prayers. Then, there was another roar of thunder, and the second wooden cannon aimed slightly and shot directly at the marshal's flag on the hill!
The flying stone bullets passed through a distance of 70 steps and violently bombarded the warriors' rear formation. This time the shooting distance was slightly farther and did not cause much effective damage. Several warriors in front held up their arrow-proof weapons.
Their shields were knocked to the ground by the incoming shotguns. Then, they rolled randomly on the ground, their cotton armors studded with stone bullets that had just penetrated, and they shouted in fear.
Amidst the thundering sound, the surrounding warriors knelt down in fear and begged for mercy loudly to the roaring beast. The splashed earth and gravel flew ten steps away, splashing Peng Guali's face and hitting him repeatedly.
It hurt. Marshal "Feather" was suddenly startled and fell to the ground. He was still pointing forward and shouting in fear.
"The devil! The devil of the Mexica!"
Accompanied by the sound of two cannons that shook the era, only a dozen Chapala warriors fell to the ground casualties, but tens of thousands of people were shocked and lost their souls!
Centered around the position of the wooden cannon, Tarasco's warriors and militiamen were panicked and fell into chaos. Many warriors knelt down on the spot, dropped their weapons, and prayed to the enemy's mythical beast in horror! More warriors
With fear and confusion on his face, he lowered his head weakly, praying for the forgiveness of the three gods! As soon as the defeated militiamen at the rear gathered together, they were shocked by the thundering sound of artillery, and were on the verge of collapse again! And in the distant periphery, Mexico
The Canadian warriors and Chapala militiamen stopped at the same time and looked at the center of the military formation in awe, fearing the unknown!
The roar of artillery echoed across the sky and the earth. The Mexican Legion in the center was well prepared and burst into loud cheers.
"The Lord God comes and bestows supreme divine power! Divine power is invincible, and divine battles will be won!!!"
The cheers started with the devout Divine Blessing Legion, followed by the fanatical Temple Guards, then the excited Holy City Warriors, and finally the strict Lance Corps. In the cheers of the Mexica, the morale of the Chapala Legion was once again
Lowering, the warriors turned their heads extremely uneasily. They looked at the majestic commander and the sacred group of priests, waiting for a convincing explanation.
Hulot quickly looked around. The wooden cannon was being loaded, and it would be close to a quarter of an hour before it was fired again. The morale of the Mexican army was at its peak, and the enemy's morale was at its lowest. The charge was now!
The young commander made a decision. He raised the fluttering spear flag, circled it vigorously, and then pointed forward decisively!
"The whole army charges!!!"
The low drums beat violently, accompanied by the rapid and high-pitched sound of the flute. The Mexican Legion broke out with a huge roar, like a hunting jaguar, charging towards the prey in front!
The Holy City Legion held their war clubs high and rushed to the front with shouts. They rushed into the front line of the Chapala Army with great momentum. They broke into within a dozen steps in a moment. The Chapala warriors in the front row dropped their weapons.
Weapons, almost no resistance. They just knelt down to pray in despair, and were violently knocked to the ground by the Holy City warriors. Then, the sharp blades scratched their unarmored necks, slit their throats neatly, and beheaded them.
Die on the spot!
Faced with an easy victory, the Holy City warriors were merciless and attacked with all their strength, completely giving up on defense. In just a dozen breaths, half of the three thousand warriors in Chapala's front line were broken through, and four to five hundred armored elites were defeated.
Bleeding on the ground, still and silent.
Orosh dropped the shield in his hand and held the war stick in both hands. He turned half sideways and swung the weapon like a ball, hitting the enemy in front with a "bang" on the head. The warrior was kneeling on the ground, talking randomly.
He shouted, and then the shouting suddenly stopped, his neck twisted into a weird arc, and he fell down with a "pop".
The fierce Jaguar warrior shook his head, then cut off the throat of another enemy, muttering softly.
"These soulless warriors stay where they are and cannot even run. They are easier to kill than turkeys!"
Then, Orosh looked at the enemy commander's flag dozens of steps away, and his eyes lit up. He called the warriors around him and rushed to the heights of the hill together.
"The devil of the Mexica...the devil of the Mexica again..."
"Feather" Peng Guali's hands and feet were trembling, and his eyes were just staring ahead, looking at the two reloaded wooden cannons. The old warrior captain was the first to react. He approached the head of the "Feather" family and shouted urgently
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"Master, the enemy is attacking! Give the order quickly, sound the battle drum, and let the priests sing and encourage!"
Peng Guali's eyes were blank and his mind was at a loss. The warrior commander beside him shook his body and said something again. He nodded in a daze, and the warrior commander quickly passed the order.
There was a panic above the hill, and the militia archers knelt down and howled, but no one paid much attention. Soon, the rapid drum beat sounded again, and the priests trembled and sang loudly, conveying the will of the god.
"The three gods protect us and defeat the evil spirits of the Mexica!"
In the sound of "dong dong" drums, the "Feather" warrior commander personally led hundreds of family warriors to confront the attacking Holy City Army. He wanted to buy more time to allow the Chinese warriors to recover from the chaos.
The spear corps on both wings chanted the name of the Lord God and formed a tight phalanx, advancing at a slightly slower pace. They set up five rows of spears in front of the phalanx, and finally arrived in front of the enemy warriors' formation, staggering and stabbing deeply.
! The sharp copper spear pierced the thick cotton armor, making a crisp tearing sound, and then penetrated the body dullly. The "Sky" warrior on the left and the "Silver" warrior on the right screamed and fell over at the same time.
Blood soaked the earth.
From the central army to the two wings, and then to the periphery of the military formation, two huge legions of tens of thousands of people have been intertwined with each other, fighting together in excitement!
