Violent crashing sounds were heard one after another on the seven long ships, accompanied by the harsh sound of planks breaking, which made people dizzy.
The soldiers on both sides paused for a few breaths before recovering from the fierce collision. Then, boiling shouts of killing suddenly erupted around the longship.
"The rain god is howling!"
"The Lord God is supreme!"
"Kill! Kill them! Roar!"
"Dedicate yourself to God!"
The Mixtec warriors roared, holding stone spears, holding on to the low side of the longboat, and jumped into the boat. The Prepecha warriors looked cold and stern, screaming and thrusting out their spears. There was a fight on the boat, with few on both sides.
Wearing armor, fighting head-on, the tip of the spear penetrates into the chest, the head of the spear pierces the throat, life and death only happen in a moment!
"Stab! Hit!"
The old militiaman squatted half-crouched, squinted his eyes, and stabbed a copper spear violently into the thigh of a tribal warrior. The warrior was swinging the weapon when his leg suddenly lost strength and his body staggered. A bloody copper ax
, immediately scratched his neck and pulled out a cloud of blood mist.
"Bah!"
Blood spurted out like a mountain spring, covering the not-wide deck. Just as the Prepecha warrior who killed the enemy was about to thank him, the old militiaman quietly moved away. He bent his body, stared at the other pair of bare feet, and fired another spear.
.
"kill!"
Puap looked fierce. He swung his copper ax and struck a Mixtec warrior on the shoulder. The ax was too hard and penetrated too deep into the flesh. The other party groaned and fell down with the ax in his bones.
On the deck. Puap's hands were empty and he was stunned for a moment before an obsidian spear was stabbed at his neck.
"hiss!"
The gray earth warrior broke out in a cold sweat, leaned back, and sat down on the body in the boat. The sharp stone spear paused for a moment, and continued to move forward without holding back. Then, the stone spear exhausted its strength
, penetrated into the chest and abdomen of a young sailor, and then moved downwards.
"ah!"
"Pfft!"
The young sailor died on the spot, and the owner of the stone spear also fell to the ground. Puap was sitting on the deck, his hands covered with blood, and he was holding a bronze spear he had just picked up.
They boarded the ship and fought, fighting at close quarters. The fighting was extremely fierce and the death was extremely cruel. In just a quarter of an hour, dozens of people on both sides died in battle. More than a hundred corpses were piled up in the seven long ships, and the warmth gathered.
It became a mooring, making the entire upper deck sticky and slippery.
"What a blind God! What a crazy Mixtec!"
The old militiaman Chihuaco gritted his teeth and crouched among the fighting crowd. He suddenly saw the dark snake in the corner, with a frightened face, facing an old Mixtec warrior. The warrior had a sinister smile on his face.
, showed no mercy, raised the sharp obsidian war stick, and was about to chop it down head on.
"puff!"
A shining spear point protruded from the heart of the old warrior. It was precise, powerful, and just right, killing people. Then, the old militiaman took a long breath and pulled out the spear from the warrior's back.
, and gave the curled up Dark Snake a warm and fatherly smile.
"Ha! After two years of rest, I still haven't forgotten this skill of killing..."
"Everyone! Everyone! Speed up and support the ship!"
Battalion Commander Pimon blew a bone whistle to urge the warriors on the shore. Prepecha's archers put on their spears and trudged through the water to support the nearby ships. A moment later, when the first batch of reinforcements boarded the long ship,
The Mixtec warriors who had thrust out their spears and were shouting fiercely just now seemed to have been awakened from their fanaticism by a stick, and suddenly realized the reality of heavy casualties.
"Damn the Eagle Men! They're guarding the ship, we can't defeat them!"
"Without rain, the rain god's power cannot help us!"
"If you can't win, let's go, let's go quickly!"
"Whahahahahahaha!..."
The chaotic shouts came from the mouths of the Mixtec warriors, and then became louder and more chaotic. In just a dozen breaths, the remaining hundreds of enemies let out a hysterical howl, and then collapsed.
Many tribal warriors turned around and jumped into the cold water, ignoring the bronze spears behind them, and swam lifelessly to the other side.
"...What?"
Chihuaco's hands were stained with blood, and he was holding a bronze spear, standing in front of Dark Snake. He looked at the enemy who suddenly collapsed, and felt a trance in his heart, feeling that something was unreal.
"God! We fought so hard just now...and now, are we escaping? What a crazy Mixtec!"
Half a quarter of an hour ago, the two sides were fighting to the death, evenly matched, with soldiers stacked on top of each other to die. Half a quarter of an hour later, as soon as the reinforcements of the brigade boarded the ship, the enemy completely collapsed and jumped ship desperately to escape.
"Bah! Shouting to the gods and inspiring people's hearts only lasts for a moment, but it won't last for a long time! As time goes by, and the slightest difficulty is encountered, the true form of the rat fish will be revealed!"
Puap straightened up and spat out bloody phlegm. He was wearing leather armor, but he was stabbed twice by the Mixtecs, injuring his shoulder and arm. But at this moment, he had no time to check the wounds and just stared at his red eyes.
, look around the river carefully.
The remaining Mixtec soldiers abandoned their small boat and were swimming against the fast current to the other side. They were perfect targets.
"Put on a longbow! Shoot, shoot these crazy rat fish to death!..."
"Yes, Captain!"
On the other side of the long river, Yun Shikawa pursed his lips. He looked at the rapidly retreating soldiers and the gradually turning red river, and he felt regret in his heart. He seemed to have made a mistake, but when he thought about it carefully, there was no better way.
Ways to avoid it.
"There are not enough ships! Across the river, there are only more than two hundred warriors that can be dispatched at one time... The hawks and tigers on the opposite side are not the jungle tribes we fought before. They are very tough, as hard as rocks...
.Two hundred warriors charged in boats. Although they were as brave as thunder, they failed to defeat the Yingmen at once, and they immediately lost their strength. And when the enemy's reinforcements came up..."
"What if a large group of soldiers are asked to cross the river from the shallow water and go to the other side? Use all the strength at once. If you can't push down the stone, you will be stoned to death! ... No, I don't know the opponent's strength.
Doing this is too dangerous..."
"Chief? Leader?!"
"Um?"
Yun Shikawa was deep in thought when his trusted scout Qiaoao came forward and asked carefully.
"What should the soldiers do next? The eagle man on the opposite side did not move and did not pursue him across the river."
"Not moving?"
Hearing this, Yun Shikawa looked across the river, thoughtfully.
"Well, across the river, it's difficult for us to attack, and it's difficult for the other side to attack... It seems that the disorganized militiamen on the opposite flanks are not very capable of fighting..."
"leader?"
"Let's withdraw!"
Yun Shikawa made up his mind and gave the order in a deep voice.
"Retreat to the east and camp in a mountain stronghold ten miles away."
"Ah! Chief, are you retreating now?"
"Um."
Yun Shikava nodded. He looked at the setting sun in the west and at the gradually darkening earth. Although his voice was low, his face carried the confidence of a god. That was in the hearts of the Mixtec people, who had not yet been
Conquer, still believe in divinity.
"It's getting dark! This is a land we are familiar with, a river we are familiar with! Wait until night, and then we will send out a small team of hunters to cross the river from the shallow water to attack!"
Speaking of this, Yun Shikawa looked across the river at the three teams wearing different clothes, and the corners of his mouth gradually raised.
"The eagle flies high at night, the tiger hunts at night, and the grass rat hides at night. Is the opponent an eagle, a tiger, or a grass rat? Try it at night and you will know!"
