Aztec Eternals

The noon sun fell straight down from the clear sky, swept the shadows of the earth and forests, and removed the dew from the woods and meadows. Today is a good day, suitable for fighting and killing.

Shulot 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, which symbolizes death, vitality, and vitality, and the representative symbol is the head of a skeleton. This is an auspicious day.

therefore. Commanders chose to be proactive today.

Auspicious day. At this moment, he was standing on the top of a hill with Avit, leading four thousand warriors, quietly waiting for the enemy to appear.

Avit occupies the high ground, the commander's battle flag is planted on the highest point, and a warrior of a thousand-man battalion is beside him. The remaining three battalions were laid out in a straight line and arranged at a slightly lower position in front. The warriors were sitting on the hills, with shields and batons on the ground in front of them, maintaining their strength to the greatest extent.

The enemy's flag appeared in Shulot's field of vision, first scattered scouts, then scattered village conscripts, then warriors wearing armor and caps, carrying shields and batons, and finally a group of A group of militiamen wearing only single clothes and carrying stone spears.

The two sides found each other. The opponent's commander then started a battle formation four or five miles away. The warriors took off their shields and batons. The five Otomi warrior battalions gathered in the middle, and the three militia battalions spread out on the left and right, shielding the two wings of the army. The five militia battalions were placed in front, and the four militia battalions were scattered at the end.

Shulot observed the opponent's change of formation, and the opponent's fighting idea was to give priority to protecting the warrior battalion. Spread out the militia battalions in four directions to withstand possible raids and ranged attacks. The samurai battalion is not placed on the front line to avoid being entangled by the enemy and making it difficult to retreat.

In other words, the opponent's core strength is ready to run away at any time. Xiulot was speechless.

The two sides confronted each other for a while. The enemy's scouts are constantly spreading to the two wings of the battlefield for investigation, and the commanders of both sides are also constantly evaluating the number and strength of each other's troops.

Avit's four battalions occupied the hilly heights and remained on the defensive.

Xiulot could clearly feel the hesitation of the opposing commander. It should be that after assessing the strength of the opponent, a certain kind of self-confidence has developed.

After a while, as the scouts on the two wings returned, it proved that no enemy ambush was found within a certain distance. The opponent's commander finally began to attack.

Shulot from above looked down and had a panoramic view of the battlefield.

The Otomi adjusted their formation again. Three militia battalions on each of the two wings began to move forward, and two warrior battalions supplemented the rear respectively, serving as the backbone of the two wings while pressing the formation. The three samurai battalions of the Chinese army expanded slightly and advanced together with the five militia battalions. The militia battalions in the rear continued to form a loose formation to block the rear of the army.

The prelude to the war is slow, perhaps continuing the energy for the outbreak.

Soon, the two armies were no more than 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 before the battle.

This kind of meaningless intimidation was common to warriors. The 4,000 Mexica warriors on the hill 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 throwing stones up the mountain. The stones fell like raindrops, but they were also weak like raindrops. Throwing stones from the bottom up cannot cause meaningful damage to the warrior with the leather armor and wooden shield.

The Mexica warriors were a little agitated. Facing this free slingshot, they had the desire to charge and fight. Avet still ordered to raise the shield to defend and maintain the formation. The defensive conch horn continued to resound on the top of the mountain, suppressing the beasts in the warriors' hearts.

Seeing that the slingers could not disrupt the opponent's formation, Commander Otomi ordered the slingers to retreat.

The Otomi's advantage lies in the large number of militias. If you want to use the militia to defeat the well-trained Mexica warriors, you have to destroy the formation of the warriors, let them fall into a siege, and keep consuming the warriors' physical strength until they lose the speed and strength to swing their weapons.

At this time, the militiamen can use simple stone spears to achieve an acceptable consumption ratio with the warriors. It is like using peasants to besiege lightly armored knights without horses.

The three battalions of the Otomi militia then charged forward, howling, and charged at the shields and batons of the Mexica warriors, and were immediately beaten, smashed, cut, and broken in front of the batons, turning them into pieces. Warm corpses. This kind of pressure is far from the limit of the Mexica warriors. The damage of the warriors is minimal, it just consumes their physical strength and gradually pulls the formation to the sides.

Three militia battalions on each side began to speed up, trying to outflank the warriors. This outflanking was more of a harassment.

Immediately, the real main force, the two battalions of Otomi warriors rushed from the two wings and violently attacked the flanks of the two battalions of Mexica warriors.

Only then did Avit give the order to attack, and the drumbeat of the attack quickly rang through the hills. The 3,000 Mexica warriors in front burst into a cry, and the warriors began to unleash the most violent attacks regardless of their physical strength. They no longer waved their shields, but sped up their batons to swipe through curves, piercing the soft chest and belly, and striking the hard head.

Their formation also quickly squeezed away from the enemy in front, and the contact surface expanded rapidly. The samurai fell into a fierce battle, which also meant that the commander had lost the ability to command them, at least until the end of this battle.

Once the real battle started, the Otomi militiamen of the three battalions directly in front couldn't bear the pressure of rapid casualties, collapsed from the front, and their organization degree was reduced to zero. They have completed their important mission as cannon fodder vanguards, and they are no longer useful in this battle.

The two Otomi warrior battalions of the central army quickly pressed forward, violently using their shields to disperse the militiamen to the two sides, and then roaring and charging forward to the opponent without giving the Mexica warriors any chance to recover their strength.

At the same time, the militiamen from the rear also rushed up and fought with the command battalion where Avitt was. Thus holding back the last Mexica reserve team.

Seeing the enemy fighters rushing forward from all directions, their faces twisted and roared. Next to my ears was the clash of shields and weapons, and there was a cracking sound from time to time, which was the crisp snapping of bones. Blood splattered and fell on Shulot's feet, and his eyes were bright red.

Shulot's heart was beating violently, every second was as long as a century. He couldn't help looking at Avet, but saw a strange yet familiar, rigid and cold face, observing the battle situation without any waves.

All available combat positions on the hills are filled. In front were 4,000 Otomi warriors and 2,000 militiamen, half surrounded by three Mexica warrior battalions, and in the rear were four Otomi militia battalions to contain and harass Avit's command battalion.

At this time, Otomi Commander Giova still had a reserve team of samurai battalions, two high-level cannon fodder from sling battalions, and ordinary cannon fodder from four militia battalions. He also sent another person to collect the three militia battalions that had just collapsed.

Giova stared at the battle situation directly ahead, looking for gaps in the formation, and was always ready to throw in the last warrior battalion, thus completely tearing the defense line of the Mexica warriors in front. A triumphant smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Before the smile was complete, it suddenly froze. Two battalions of Mexica warriors suddenly appeared from the outermost hill of the right-wing scouts, and rushed towards the center of the battlefield.

Seeing two battalions of Mexica warriors approaching from a distance, Shulot, who was in the center of the army formation, finally regained his composure. In fact, not counting the foreplay of intimidation and throwing stones, the battle between the warriors of the two sides lasted only half an hour, and it took only a quarter of an hour for the real full-scale engagement.

The commander of Otomi now had a quarter of an hour to hesitate: either push the last warrior battalion, plus all the militia battalions, to face the two thousand Mexica warriors approaching fast. Looking forward to the Otomi warriors on the mountain to break through the line of defense first.

Either retreat immediately and throw the militia to the Mexica. As much as the warriors on the mountain can retreat, as long as they escape into the familiar mountain forest, they will be safe.

Giova is making a quick decision. The first choice is to bet all the weights to win, and the second choice is to lose at least half. Looking at the advantage that the hilltop had gradually gained, he hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth again, tried to suppress the ominous premonition in his heart, and ordered the four militia battalions to rush forward to hold back the Mexica reinforcements for the time being.

Balda, dressed in eagle battle attire, led two battalions of Mexica warriors, rushing directly into the center of the 4,000 militia like a hurricane, and fought fiercely on the largest battle surface.

The militiamen rushed forward with howls, stabbed their spears, slashed past the leather armor and shields, and then were knocked down and smashed by the warriors' batons, like waves scattered on the shore.

Their morale melted like ice and snow. However, the commander's battle flag fluttering high in the rear, and the approaching thousand reserve warriors still maintained the bottom line of their morale.

The battle situation was stalemate for a while, but Avet at the top of the hill showed a real smile. Although the surroundings were still fighting and blood was splattering, he still turned around and made a joke to Shulot: "The fish finally took the bait."

The fighting continued for another quarter of an hour, and the Mexica warriors in front had been squeezed together with the command battalion. Swinging the baton consumed too much physical strength, and the warriors on the mountain used shields more for defense.

The physical strength of the warriors on both sides has not yet reached their limits, and it is still too early for large-scale casualties. Of the 8,000 warriors fighting, only three or four hundred of them lost their combat effectiveness at this time.

And when Kasar's 500 jaguar fighters and 1,500 samurai appeared at the left rear of the battlefield, the dark clouds covered all the sunlight in Giova's heart, and Commander Otomi lost everything in the battle almost instantly. power.

The familiar tiger-shaped beast helmet is the nightmare of all city-state warriors, and generations of Otomi have grown up with horror stories about it. Although Giova didn't believe the story, he was clearly aware of the terrifying fighting power of the jaguar fighters on the frontal battlefield.

The sound of retreating conch horns rang throughout the entire battlefield, and the semi-engaged Otomi Command Battalion quickly left the battle. Giova gave the last meaningless order to send two sling battalions to contain the incoming jaguar fighters.

Immediately, he left the fighting militia and the warriors who were still fighting, and fled to the forest on the right rear.

Casar sent a thousand Mexica warriors in pursuit of Giova. Then another 500 people were sent out to attack the Otomi militia who were fighting Barda from behind.

And he himself led the jaguar warriors to the biggest fish, the four thousand Otomi warriors fighting fiercely on the top of the mountain.

The retreating conch passed to the top of the mountain. The first to react was the 4,000 Otomi militia who went around behind the hill and were responsible for containing Avet.

Without the support of the samurai, these seemingly simple mountain people had maintained their spare energy. When they saw the jaguar warriors rushing from a distance, they knew that something was wrong, and immediately fled to the distant forest.

Avit's command battalion had just been liberated from combat. He didn't care about those militiamen, but immediately divided the command battalion into two teams, and entangled Otomi's warriors from both sides deeper.

Shulot then completely settled 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, while withdrawing from the battle with difficulty, they worked hard to maintain order. The warriors on the front line fought more and more frantically, while the warriors in the rear began to disperse.

When a group of jaguar warriors rushed into the Otomi warrior group from the back, it was like a stone being thrown into a lake, immediately creating a concave ripple in the crowd, and then the ripple spread out, and the crowd dispersed like a splash.

The remaining two thousand Otomi militiamen on the top of the mountain collapsed completely. They screamed, fled with their backs to the enemy, and were cut down like corn stalks.

The real casualties began.

Following the impact of the jaguar warrior's backstab, the skilful swing of the baton, like a violent storm, hit the Otomi warrior's shield, leather armor, back, and legs, causing them to fall to the ground.

Attacked from both sides, the Otomi warriors quickly lost their ranks, and the morale of the army dropped rapidly. The jaguar fighters threatened with war howls, and attacked with force at the same time, within a quarter of an hour, the big rout came.

From this moment on, the number of Otomi warriors who fell every minute was ten times that of before.

The Otomi warriors fighting at the front fell into the 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 batons.

The Otomi warriors on the two wings and sides dropped their heavy obsidian batons, and fled from both sides of the pincer attack, towards the distant forest, struggling for the last sliver of life.

Sensing the rapid weakening of resistance, the Mexica warriors on the hilltop finally let out a triumphant cry. They began to show mercy, hitting the Otomi on the legs and backs with the blunt angles and sides of their batons, incapacitating them.

At this point, the frontal battle was over, and the Mexica began to chase the opponent, capturing the enemy as easily as catching a turkey. The great capture has begun.

Standing on the hill, smelling the thick blood that cannot be melted in the air, watching the Otomi fleeing wildly, and listening to the enthusiastic cheers of the Mexica warriors, Shulot felt an unreal trance.

A quarter of an hour ago, the Otomi was still dying, half an hour ago, he was 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, looking at Avit.

"This is not war." A real smile finally appeared on Avitt's face, "This is just the beginning!"

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