Avitt stood at a high place, commanding the battle situation with a calm expression. Behind him was a mountain camp set up, and the flags of commanders at all levels were flying on the camp. Now he has a thousand Jaguar regiments and ten thousand Jaguars on hand.
There are direct samurai, a thousand city-state samurai, four thousand militiamen, and eight thousand boat divisions.
Shulot stood nearby, watching the wonderful battlefield, learning the experience of commanding, and coming up with some crooked ideas. Behind him were more than a hundred longbow guards.
The drums of the attack continued to sound among the hills. The two flags were immediately waved to both sides, and the four Mexica warrior battalions divided into two wings and rushed down from the hills.
The young man saw that the warriors were divided into flexible squads and surrounded the small formations on both sides of the pikemen one by one.
He saw a small formation of 200 people with Tarasco spears, who had just disembarked from the boat and gathered together. The sharp spears gathered together, shining with the cold light of bronze in the sun. Dozens of Mexican warriors were provoking in front, shouting loudly.
, waving the weapon, holding the shield high at the same time, approaching carefully, luring the opposite gun array to point forward.
At this time, two hundred warriors had quickly passed through the two wings of the spear formation. As soon as the spear formation moved forward, a hundred-man team, led by senior warriors, immediately launched a charge from the flanks. The warriors used shields as the leader, quickly and fiercely
He smashed into the pike team, penetrated deep into the enemy's army, and destroyed the formation of the pikemen. Then the short stick slashed diagonally from top to bottom, hitting the unprotected side of the pike soldier mercilessly. Using the advantage of close quarters, he killed the long-armed pikeman.
The enemy of soldiers.
At the attack point of the first charge, the spearmen in the first few rows were in chaos and fell down one after another. Only the spearmen in the back rows barely reacted and began to stab from the rear. This kind of stab was difficult to defend and was enough to break armor.
, and soon several warriors were shot and fell.
At this time, the second centurion finally went around to the back of the spear formation, and the warriors launched a second charge. The charge from behind was devastating, and the formation of the spearmen was not thick enough to engage in multi-faceted combat. At this time,
The spearmen in the back row who attacked the front had no time to turn around and fight, so they fell down one after another with sticks. They died instantly, like ice and snow melting into boiling soup.
Seeing the chaotic spear array in front of them, the dozens of warriors who first lured the enemy no longer hesitated and immediately charged forward with their shields, tearing apart the soft bodies with sharp stone blades. Under attack from three sides, the Tarasco spear array
They quickly dispersed, their morale dropped rapidly, and then collapsed. Without coordination, the spears had no power. They weakly grazed the leather armor of the close warriors, and then collapsed under the close combat of the warriors. The spearmen were like fragile withered grass, fighting with sticks one after another.
It broke off and withered silently in the wind.
The young man watched with great interest the flexible flanking attack of the warrior team, which was an imitation of the coyote hunt. When a small spear formation of two hundred people was eliminated, the Mexican warriors suffered only ten casualties.
Centurions are all led by senior warriors. These battle-hardened grassroots officers are the backbone of the army and control the smallest tactical units. They are experienced, similar to the centurions of the Mongolian Legion, and can launch extraordinary actions based on their own judgment of the situation.
Wonderful small-scale tactics.
This kind of multi-faceted hunting with more attacks and fewer attacks continued. In just a quarter of an hour, more than a thousand of the 5,000 spearmen had been eaten, and the casualties of the samurai were less than one twentieth. There were no remaining spearmen.
They scattered and charged blindly, but they did not finally collapse and scatter. They just kept gathering in the middle, and finally formed a large formation of 3,500 spearmen. Under the command, the large formation gradually became round, with dozens of layers thick, like
A huge hedgehog.
Dozens of young warriors chased the remnants of the enemy, dazzled by their recent victory. They confidently charged towards the spear formation, only to be met by hundreds of spears on three levels. However, after more than ten attacks, a warrior's
The shield was tilted, exposing the gap on the right side.
Immediately afterwards, several spears stabbed from the right side, with a few bursts breaking into the leather armor. Half of the shields screamed and fell to the ground, with blood splattering on their bodies and falling down. The young warriors quickly paid the price with their lives and were dyed red with their own blood.
The tip of the spear was green.
The drums beat, and a long conch sound sounded. The Mexican warriors stopped and gathered, slowly retreating. They formed four warrior battalions, semi-surrounding the spear formation from three directions, and at the rear was a surging force.
long river. At this time, Tarasco's boat division had returned to the south bank, and the second group of alien mercenaries also began to board the ship.
"This spearman composed of miners is pretty good. After crossing the river, it was able to form a formation and suffered more than a thousand casualties without being defeated. If it weren't for the poor equipment, it can be regarded as a strong soldier. No wonder it was the first to be transported across the river."
Lott sighed.
"Yes, the discipline of this spearman is indeed good, maybe better than the samurai opposite. But their morale is already very low. If it weren't for the fact that they had no way to retreat because they had a big river at their back, they would have been defeated long ago. If all of them had been
With leather armor, the samurai's casualties will be much greater." Avitt nodded in approval.
"However, no matter how elite the militiamen are, they are just consumables. The first one sent here is to use their lives to help the warriors. Next, the second troop crossing the river also comes to die. If you don't see the opportunity, noble
The warriors will not be dispatched easily." The commander smiled and said the cold reality.
"What to do now?" The young man pointed at the large hedgehog-like spear formation. "A strong attack? The second river-crossing regiment is about to set off."
"A strong attack will cause too many casualties." Avitt shook his head. "Use long-range shooting. First send out a thousand stone throwers to harass. The Jaguar has limited spear throwing, so stay behind. Now use the new Longbow Guard to shoot from a long distance and take a look.
Look at the power of the new troops."
"This novel spearman relies entirely on formation. As long as the formation is loose and the spearmen disperse or attack, the warriors can surprise them from the side and rear." The commander grinned.
A thousand slingers quickly set off from the camp and moved forward to a distance of 120 meters from the spear formation. Stones as big as pebbles fell like raindrops, causing chaos in the spear formation. However, although the sound of the stone slinging was very loud, every time
The number of kills in each round was only over twenty, and the gun array was still struggling to hold on.
Next, Bertard led more than a hundred longbow guards to a position 150 meters away from the spear formation. Under the protection of a warrior battalion, the longbow warriors began to shoot steadily. Facing such a huge
A dense array of spears, long bows firing at close range burst out with astonishing power.
Shulot saw a capable warrior drawing his bow to full capacity, aiming slightly with one eye, and then released an arrow. A 75-centimeter bone arrow whizzed, easily tearing apart the thin cloth of the spearman in the front row and penetrating his warm chest.
It emerged from the narrow back and penetrated into the arm of the spearman behind.
The two spears fell to the ground at the same time, and the spearman in the front row fell helplessly, bringing down his teammates behind him. Warm liquid flowed out of his chest and flowed into the ground, making his body cold.
More than a hundred longbowmen fired at a level of 150 meters. Each round killed more than thirty people, with a killing rate of 30%, and they could fire six rounds per minute. The longbow shooting took less than three minutes, and the spear array in front immediately scattered.
The first few rows of unarmored and unshielded pikemen couldn't stand it any longer. They howled and charged at the longbow warriors with their spears raised.
The longbow warriors immediately retreated, retreated fifty meters, and continued shooting in another direction. The warrior battalion at the rear immediately raised their shields and moved forward. They cooperated with each other and attacked flexibly, turning the spearmen who rushed in twos and threes into corpses.
Led by the charging pikemen, some of the pikemen also followed the attack, while others hesitated on the spot, and the formation began to scatter. At this time, a middle-aged strong man wearing leather armor and a helmet, who looked like a leader, roared in the formation. He
Waving his arms, he seemed to be maintaining the order of the formation.
Bertard's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eagle-like eyes locked on the leader in the middle. With a calm face, he took out a bronze arrow from the quiver. Then the warrior leader loaded the bow with the arrow, drew the bow in a round shape, and closed it for a moment.
Aiming with only one eye, he pursed his lips slightly and held his breath gently. There was a moment of silence, followed by a sharp sound breaking through the air.
A long arrow was as fast as a spark, drawing an invisible trajectory, skipping the surrounding spears, and piercing the middle-aged man's eyes diagonally. The arrow came out from the back of his head, and the strong man immediately lost his voice and went straight.
His head fell to the ground. The surrounding spearmen immediately burst into an uproar.
Bertard was relieved: after practicing shooting for so long, he could finally shoot in the head!
With the death of the spearman commander, the formation of the spearmen could no longer be maintained. The longbow warriors continued shooting for another five minutes before having to stop.
The circular formation on the opposite side has turned into a broken wave. Four warrior battalions launched charges from three sides one after another. The chaotic spear militiamen and warriors intertwined. The warriors were able to harvest at close quarters. The spears were broken, blood flowed, and what remained
The pikemen gradually retreated towards the river behind them, and the Tarascans were knocked down with howls of despair.
At this time, harassed by the Mexica navy, the second batch of Tarascan navy finally arrived at the north shore. The morale of the five thousand alien mercenaries was high. They jumped off the boat with a roar and headed towards the hills without stopping.
