Chapter 481: Exploration of the Kingdom in the Lake, Unavoidable Naval Battle
On the edge of the big island, in the bay, the waves are as calm as a lake, and the birds are singing like the wind. In the picturesque scenery, two fleets are approaching quickly. They are full of murderous intent, and they rush towards the battlefield of death without hesitation.
The galley warship moved forward rapidly, breaking through the calm wind and waves, with a fierce cry. Chihuaco stood on the bow, holding a spear, and shouted loudly.
"Drumming!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Fierce war drums sounded immediately, and both sides came within sixty steps and entered the bow and arrow range of the kingdom's fleet.
"Archery!"
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Most of the Prepecha warriors were concentrated on the flagship. They had been preparing for a long time. At this time, they all drew their long bows and fired a volley, and dozens of copper arrows shot out like lightning.
"Pfft!"
Sharp arrows flew and penetrated deeply into their bodies. Seven or eight Sri warriors screamed, turned over from the boat and fell down, and then fell into the water with a "plop". They had no armor, and as long as they were hit by arrows, they would be seriously injured or dead.
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However, the few casualties did not shake the morale of the Sri people. Instead, they stimulated them to shout wildly. In the desolate and difficult Sonora Desert, death is the most common thing. In addition to the chief, the leader and the witch doctor, the tribe
, very few people live beyond thirty years old. Dozens of men can be killed or injured just to fight for a spring, let alone for the sacred ancestral land of the Sri people!
Soon, sixty or seventy small boats rushed in and were already within forty paces. The tribal warriors on the boats drew their hunting bows and raised their spears, always ready to engage in battle.
"Archery!"
Chihuaco's face was as dark as water and he ordered again.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Dozens of copper arrows shot away. This time, the distance between the two sides was getting closer, and the shooting accuracy was much higher. The two boats at the front came under concentrated fire, and more than a dozen Sri soldiers were killed or injured.
They fell into the water one after another. Large areas of blush spread in the light blue water. The boats on the water lost power and spun in place, like magnificent ocean flowers.
"Itaco, Kui!"
More than sixty small boats did not stop, nor did they care about the injured who fell into the water. The Sri people shouted wildly, rowed the oars desperately, and rushed towards the big boat thirty steps away. The tribal hunters on the boat shot bone arrows
, crossed the low arc, and nailed the shield of the galley "bang bang"!
"Boohoo!"
Bone arrows were flying, making a sharp sound like a whistle. Dark red arrows shot faintly, like a greeting from the god of death.
"Ugh! Blind God, please protect me!..."
Seeing the hundreds of Sri warriors rushing towards him, Chihuaco, an old militiaman, shuddered subconsciously. Although he was dressed simply, he stood in the center of the warriors, with an eagle feather on his helmet that symbolized his identity. The Sri hunters looked at each other for a moment.
Waiting and watching, they shot poisonous arrows at him one after another!
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Chihuaco was wearing strong leather armor and a bronze helmet, and he was holding a shield in one hand. He felt a shock from the shield, his head, and his body. When he looked down, he was hit by several dark red poisonous arrows. Only from both sides.
The ships were moving, and tight shields were erected on the galleys. The hunting bows of the Sri people did not have enough range and were weak. These poisonous arrows either fell to the ground or were inserted diagonally into the body, but they did not break the defense.
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"God bless you!"
Chihuaco whispered softly, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead under his armor. His feet were shaking a little, but it was not visible on his face. Today is no different than in the past. When he was a militiaman or the leader of a militia, he just ran away.
As long as he can protect a few of his men, he can live up to his conscience. But now, as the captain of the expedition fleet and the leader of hundreds of people, he cannot show any cowardice and cannot retreat at all. Because once he retreats, the entire army will
If it falters, it may even collapse. At that time, we don’t know how many people will die!
"Bah! Blind Your Majesty! Put me on the fire and roast me!"
The old militiaman said "poof" and cursed a few words in his heart. Then he raised his shield and shouted loudly.
"Accelerate and charge! The sailor rows with all his strength! Increase the speed of the ship to the maximum and use the collision angle of the bow to hit it!"
"Accelerate, charge!"
Upon hearing the order, more than 20 sailors puffed up their cheeks and rowed with all their strength at the same time. The twenty-meter-long and six-meter-wide flagship was like a huge shark, with violent splashes, fiercely crashing into the six- to seven-meter-long flagship.
, among a group of small canoes one and a half meters wide. The group of canoes were like a school of frightened fish, swaying in the water waves and avoiding both sides. At this moment, the speed of the galley warship had been increased to the maximum! It was only ten
After a few breaths, the sharp bronze collision angle flashed with cold light and crashed straight into the side of a small boat!
"Crack...Crack!"
The sound of wood breaking was so sharp and harsh! The struck canoe only held up for a few seconds before it suddenly broke under the fierce impact! Two Sri soldiers were killed on the spot, and the broken wood pieces were like blades.
It flew around, injuring the other four people. Then, the sound of "plop" falling into the water continued one after another, and large swaths of bright red quickly surfaced on the water. The blood was scattered in the wind, but it was just the beginning of the prologue.
"Haha, so happy!"
Puap held a long bow and stood on the left side of the ship. His body undulated and swayed, but his feet stood firm. The violent impact also shook the ship, but the use of high-quality pine wood and keels made the kingdom's warships far more powerful than
The Sri people's boat was strong. The gray earth warrior shook it twice and drew his long bow again. He aimed slightly, let go and shot a tattooed Sri warrior to death with one arrow!
Chihuaco held the ship's plank, squatted slightly, and hid his upper body behind the large shield. He glanced at the surrounding situation. The Sri people were a little panicked when they were hit by the large ship, and did not immediately surround them. But the sharp bone arrows
Shootings kept coming, and there were already two warriors on the flagship. One sailor was hit by an arrow and fell to the ground. As for the Sri warriors who were killed or fell into the water, there were as many as thirty or forty!
"Bang! Click! Click!"
Several violent collisions came from both sides, covering up all human voices. Two other large galley ships also followed the flagship and launched a fierce charge, knocking over three or four Sri boats. The people on these two ships
There were not many warriors, so they could not shoot many arrows, but there were enough sailors, and they charged like galloping buffaloes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Chihuaco quickly looked around. The Sri people's boats were too shallow, and although there were many of them, they were hit in a hurry. They had never encountered such a big boat.
Unable to think of a way to deal with it, the veteran militiamen thought for a moment and then gave the decisive order.
"Continue! Speed up the charge and break through the Sri Lankan fleet! God bless you!"
"God bless you!"
The oarsmen paddled desperately, and the slowed-down galley took action again. This time, Chihuaco adjusted his attack strategy, no longer savagely charging, but grazing the side of the canoe, taking advantage of the ship's size to continuously
The boats capsized. Within half a quarter of an hour, four or five Sri boats capsized, and dozens of Sri soldiers jumped into the water, becoming targets for bows and arrows.
The remaining two large ships followed behind the flagship, charging fiercely until they crashed through the enemy's boats. Both sides' arrows were fired randomly on the water, and their accuracy was greatly reduced. The large galley ship was condescending, and had large shields and long bows.
He has an absolute advantage in shooting.
"Hoo ho, it's so refreshing! It's so refreshing!"
The flagship rushed out of the Sri fleet, and Puap gasped and laughed loudly. In this short charge, he shot more than a dozen arrows, killing at least three Sri warriors.
None of the bone arrows fired back by the opponent broke through his leather armor. Of course, this was also related to the fact that he secretly took off his feather crown and only wore the attire of an ordinary warrior.
"Lao Qi, let's turn around and hit them again!"
Chihuaco pursed his lips and said nothing. In this round of killing, the Sri people were killed by at least one-fifth, estimated at seventy or eighty people. Many of the tribal warriors just fell into the water and temporarily lost the ability to fight.
The casualties on the flagship were only three or four.
"Three ships combined, there are more than ten casualties!"
The old militiaman frowned and fell into thinking. He was not immersed in the superiority of the battle, but was thinking about ways to resolve the battle. No matter how many Sri soldiers killed, what would it mean to the expedition fleet? And died.
The kingdom's warriors and sailors suffered real casualties.
Although the fleet has already replenished a sufficient number of rowing sailors from friendly tribes along the way, if it brings back one more fellow from Prepecha, it will save one more life!
"Well...with so many boats and so many Sri warriors, there must be a leader!"
After a short and fierce charge, the fleets of both sides staggered and separated. At this moment, the two sides were separated from each other by a hundred steps, and were temporarily out of contact.
Chihuaco was not in a hurry to attack. He squinted his eyes and carefully watched the movements of the Sri Lankan fleet, looking for a truly valuable target. Soon, a naked Sri warrior with a tattoo on his face fell into his trap.
in the eyes.
"icátax! icátax! Come here, come here!"
The tattooed warrior Pikam shouted loudly and directed the canoes of various tribes to regroup. These canoes and warriors are from different tribes. They are not familiar with each other, and they even have feuds. The battle just now was a mess.
Not even close to the enemy!
"Damn it, listen to me! The coyotes are hunting the lone bison, so be sure to surround them! Surround them!... The enemy has a few boats! We have many boats! When we fight later, we all stick to the big boat led by the enemy.
, eat it! Other ships, leave them alone! ... Ikartas! Ikartas!"
In the entire fleet, the tattooed warrior Pikam has the highest status. He is the chief of a small coastal tribe and has the most direct boats, accounting for one-third of the fleet. In Sri Lanka, Pikam (
ptcamn) means a lobster that is strong and good at water. Well, it is a big lobster in the sea. There are many lobsters on the seaside in this era, and they are everywhere.
"That's him!"
Chihuaco watched for a while and finally locked the target. Under the command of the tattooed warrior, the enemy's fleet was quickly restoring order. The old militiaman no longer hesitated. He pointed at the red flag and gave a stern order.
"Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate! Accelerate and charge, toward the direction I am pointing, toward the center of the opponent's fleet!"
"Accelerate the charge!!"
"Hey! Hey!"
The oarsmen of the fleet shouted the trumpet, mustered up their remaining strength, and rowed desperately. The flagship gradually accelerated, and even the long wind blowing across the bow brought with it a bit of a sharp roar.
"Chief, the enemy is here again!"
On Pikam's small boat, a senior tribal warrior squinted his eyes and looked at the enemy's fleet. This time, the direction of the enemy's attack seemed to be...
"Listen to me, gather around me! Icartas! Charge!"
Pikam stood on the bow of the boat, waving his arms vigorously to direct the nearby boats. He looked around at the warriors, raised a throwing spear high, and roared like a mountain lion.
"Itaco! Kill!"
"Bang! Bang! Click! Click!"
The three large galley boats rushed fiercely and crashed into the boat group again. This time, the Sri Lankan fleet was slightly scattered, and several small boats overturned again. However, the remaining boats did not fall into chaos, but
Led by several war boats, they surrounded it from both sides and gradually approached the flagship of the kingdom's fleet.
Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on Pikam's face. However, his smile did not last long, as a rain of arrows shot out from the enemy's ship!
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The Prepecha warriors no longer conserved their strength and fired arrows wildly at both sides. A dozen Sri warriors fell into the water, and the boats approaching on both sides paused for a moment, showing some hesitation. The tribal warriors on each boat were all there.
Watch the reactions of other tribes before deciding on the next move. Taking advantage of this gap, the flagship boat exerted force again, its speed suddenly increased, and it crashed straight forward.
"Chief! The enemy, bumped... bumped... bumped into us! Ah!!"
Pikam's eyes were about to burst, and he stared at the approaching ship. The bow of the ship flashed with a golden cold light, like the fangs of a giant beast. Then, the terrifying giant beast suddenly arched and let out a loud sound.
The sound caused the poor boat to completely capsize!
