Aztec Eternals

Avit frowned, looked at the enemies who were rushing fearlessly, and ordered again.

Immediately, the Longbow Guard quickly retreated and retreated up the hill. They stopped shooting and were recovering their strength.

And the four warrior battalions rushed down from the mountain, holding up their shields and holding sticks, and collided with the incoming alien mercenaries. In an instant, weapons and shields staggered, battle cries and roars resonated.

These wild warriors with disheveled hair and messy weapons are extremely fierce. They have almost no defense, just wielding stone axes and sticks, attacking without risking their lives.

Shulot watched as a lean chichimaker pounced forward like a coyote, clinging tightly to a warrior's shield. Immediately, his back was cracked by the baton, and his body was bent, still twisted and hanging on the shield. The samurai can only throw away the shield in his left hand. Seeing the opportunity, the other short dog-born swung his two-handed stone ax vigorously, striking the warrior's waist.

The samurai bowed in pain, pulled out the short blade with his left hand, and pierced the dog's thigh, blood gushed out immediately. The short dog-born laughed wildly, disregarding his own wounds, but tried his best to swing the stone ax again. The stone ax struck the warrior's head, making a deep indentation and killing him instantly. Immediately, the dog-born laughed, and fell to the ground in a state of exhaustion, overlapping with the samurai and dying, as if he had an inextricable hatred with the Mexica.

"It's really aggressive, easy to die." The young man couldn't help but sigh. The battlefield at the foot of the mountain was only a hundred and fifty steps away from him. Looking at the twisted and entangled corpses not far away, he felt a slight chill in his heart.

"If the Otomi and Toltec rebels are so desperate, it is indeed understandable." Xiulot thought for a while, "But the chichimek dog descendants don't have to be so crazy."

"Chichimaker dogs have always been fearless of death. They are used to death, and death is a part of their lives." As if seeing through the boy's thoughts, Avitt explained seriously.

"These Chichimec dogs are found all over the deserts, Gobi and pastures in the northwest. They seldom engage in planting, just chasing prey. They hunt deer, bison, wolves, leopards, lions, turkeys, birds, fish and even humans. , everything that can feed the stomach."

"The dog descendants are divided into tribes, constantly migrating, hunting, and plundering south. They reproduce rapidly when food is abundant, and kill each other when food is scarce. The old tribal people will be relentless. They were hesitantly expelled and became the prey of wolves and other tribes. Years of sandstorms and hunger and cold made them age quickly, except for shamans and chiefs, few people can live past forty years old."

"The life of a dogborn is like a beast, and death is common. They fight for food and water, fight for women, and fight to become leaders. A cold snap, a drought, and a lack of food are the beginning of a great war. The tribe They will hunt each other and use each other's old and weak to survive the hungry season."

Hearing this, and watching the frenzied battle below, the boy's scalp tingled for a while.

"They pose little threat to our city-states and legions, but they often destroy border villages. Only the cowardly Otomi people will provide them with food in exchange for peace." Avit finally looked at these crazy dogs with some contempt descent.

"That's because they don't have horses, cattle or sheep yet." Xiulot knew clearly. The bison could not be domesticated, and the Spaniards had not yet brought horses. The Chichimeks were still in the most primitive stage of the nomadic peoples, and they were not a threat to the city-states of the farming peoples, but they had already shown extreme belligerence and madness.

When they have horses, let the tribes move quickly and unite, raise cattle and sheep, increase the population of nomadic tribes, learn bows and arrows, and improve long-range offensive force, they will become the most persistent border troubles of the Central American farming empire. Just like the nomads that are constantly rising in the north of China.

Schlott knew that the Spaniards of later generations would fight a Chichimek war that lasted fifty years. During the war, the Chichimeks learned to ride horses, archery, use matchlock guns, and even survive infectious diseases, and finally used nomadic guerrilla warfare to force the Spaniards to sue for peace.

The Spaniards could only switch to gentle means, providing food, tools, livestock and land for free, and using missionaries and settlements to assimilate the dog descendants. After a hundred years of this, the northern border troubles were gradually eliminated.

The boy continued to watch the fight at the foot of the mountain. Overall, the four thousand Mexica warriors still had the upper hand. Shields and leather armor can effectively improve the survival rate, and skilled martial arts can also kill opponents faster. However, the casualty rate of the samurai has far exceeded the battle with the pikemen, and almost every five Chichimeks can exchange for one samurai.

During the moment of discussion between the two, nearly a hundred warriors had already died in battle. After crossing the river, the dog descendant is fighting to the death without retreating. Could it be that a thousand warriors are really going to die? Shulot shook his head. Observing the entangled front again, the longbow warrior obviously couldn't shoot either.

"The casualties are too great, how about dispatching jaguar fighters?" the boy suggested.

Avit looked into the distance and saw that Tarasco's fleet had just returned to the opposite bank and was loading the third legion. According to the situation, it should be a warrior holding a wooden shield and copper spear, and wearing a leather helmet. Now he still has 1,000 jaguars, 3,000 warriors, and 4,000 militiamen.

The commander nodded first, then shook his head. Then several battle flags were waved, and a series of battle drums sounded.

A thousand jaguar warriors, like beasts letting go of their shackles, fiercely rushed into the broken pike phalanx from the flanks, completely breaking up the pikemen. Their beast helmets flashed, their mouths imitated the roar of a liger, and their battle clubs swung with full force like lightning. The remaining pike militiamen struggled for only a few breaths, and finally their morale collapsed under the successive blows. Then they threw down their weapons in groups, and jumped into the river behind them in despair.

At the same time, 3,000 militiamen also came out of the camp, and under the supervision of 200 commanders' guards, rushed towards the dog descendants who were fighting. Wielding simple stone spears and stone hammers, the militiamen leaped over the samurai brigade and rushed to the front line of fighting the dog-born. Their stone spears can penetrate the unarmored body of the dog-born, and the stone axes of the dog-born can easily knock down the militiamen, and the two sides quickly entangled and fell down.

The four samurai battalions backed away in a tacit understanding, while recovering their strength, while reorganizing their formation. After recovering a certain degree of organization, the commanders of each battalion automatically spread out to both sides, trying to outflank the dog-born's flanks and back. The commander's guard also continued to supervise the formation behind the militia to maintain the morale of the militia.

Now, Avet only has 3,000 warriors, 1,000 stone-throwing militiamen, and 100 longbow guards. A third fleet of Tarascos was sailing to the north shore with 5,000 warriors on board.

The commander ordered again, and the Mexica boat division began to do its best to interfere with the opposing fleet and prevent the enemy from crossing the river. From time to time, the large Mexica boats charged and rammed the Tarasco's small boats from both sides. Then there was a bang, a huge kinetic energy impact, and the samurai and boatman on the boat crashed into the river together.

Then the oarsmen of the big boat exerted their strength again, and the militiamen retreated rapidly while fighting. The big boat disengaged before the warriors from the other small boats could gather. Then rest for a while, and wait for the oarser to recover before hitting again. The purpose of this attack is not to cause too much damage, but to give full play to the advantages of large ships and delay the actions of the enemy fleet under the condition of trying their best to preserve themselves.

It was only a quarter of an hour before the spearmen collapsed. The siege of them has come to the end of the killing. The Tarascos had dropped their spears, either surrendered, or jumped into the water. The long river behind made the process of chasing death and north extremely fast and easy. Casualties among the warriors only occurred in a brief stalemate, and nearly two hundred warriors were killed in that quarter of an hour. And with the pounce of the jaguar fighters, it was followed by a one-sided kill.

The short conch sound sounded again, and as the battle flag was waved, a thousand jaguar warriors began to restore order. They were the most disciplined, gradually retreating back to the hills and starting to regroup. The 4,000 chasing warriors have completely dispersed, and they are fiercely chasing the spearmen struggling on the river bank and in the river, and it will take a long time before they can regroup.

The remaining 4,000 foreign mercenaries were completely surrounded by warriors and militiamen. The militiamen traded their lives brutally with the canines on the front lines. The warriors fought more and less from the side and rear, giving full play to the advantages of shields and formations, and stably harvested the violent enemies.

At this time, Tarasco's five thousand warriors finally began to land, and the elites with shields and spears began to gather closer. Soon, two samurai battalions were formed on the beach.

Arvet ordered again, and the longbow warriors shot rapidly at the Tarasco warriors at a distance of ninety steps. They shoot several arrows every minute for up to ten minutes before their arms are completely exhausted. The ferocious long arrows sank vigorously, and when they were nailed to the warrior's shield, they made an aggressive muffled sound, and occasionally there was a crisp sound of clanging. This is a rare copper shield.

And in the gap between the shields, from time to time, long arrows tore through the armor, puffed into the flesh, followed by suppressed howls, and plopped to the ground. From time to time, a senior warrior would slow down the rate of fire, aim carefully for a moment, and then fly forward with an arrow, shooting into the enemy's face, piercing through the head, and killing them with one blow.

Facing elite warriors with shields and armour, the kill rate of longbows is much lower. Even heavy arrows approaching are often blocked by shields. During the rapid fire for half an hour, about a hundred Tarasco warriors fell to the ground, life and death unknown. More importantly, the opponent's formation was severely damaged. The commander dispatched the last three battalions of warriors to guard the Longbow Guards, waiting for the impact of the enemy warriors.

The thousand jaguar fighters who retreated to the hills had just completed their formation. They each took all three javelins, drew one and inserted it into the spear-thrower, and trotted up to the Tarasco's flank. It wasn't until twenty steps away that there was a loud tiger roar and he threw the spear in his hand. The heavy throwing spear drew a clearly visible curve, but with irresistible kinetic energy, it pierced through the wooden shield with a click, and inserted into the chest and abdomen of the enemy.

The powerful momentum caused the samurai who was shot to fall to the ground in an instant, and the thick spear tip pierced serious wounds. Those who were shot were either seriously injured or died immediately, and only the copper shield could barely defend. Just the first round of spear throwing caused more than a hundred warriors to fall to the ground, and the powerful blow instantly loosened the enemy's formation and shaken the morale of the army.

The jaguar warrior rested in place for a while, inserting the second spear and preparing. Suddenly there was a sharp sound of a conch horn on the south bank, which was an order to retreat. The Tarasco boat division parked on the shore immediately reloaded the warriors who had just disembarked. These warriors waved their bronze spears unwillingly, and then returned to the boat with unwilling faces under the loud order of a certain commander on the big boat.

Bertard glanced at the Tarasco command ship for a moment, then moved away helplessly.

He casually found a samurai who was roaring loudly and waving his spear in protest, which opened the empty door wide and shot him dead. The big boat was a full 120 steps away from him, and the enemy commander carefully hid in the guard. The body of the boat was still moving and drifting, without any certainty of hitting it.

The jaguar warrior's second round of throwing spears only hit a tail, and the third round was even more fruitless. The archers fired at the boat for another five minutes until they were exhausted. Tarasco's fleet had already set off to return south, leaving less than a thousand warrior corpses on the shore, which was considered a timely stop loss.

The southbound boats didn't care about the spear militiamen struggling to approach in the water, but left these empty-handed consumables to the Mexica fleet that was still harassing. The Mexica boat division did not continue to entangle with the fleet loaded with warriors, but gathered on the river near the north bank, easily harvesting the remaining soldiers in the water.

The waves gently submerged the felled warriors, and then rolled some away and floated them up, while the rest lightly showed their heads, as if they were bleeding ornaments, adorning the afterglow of the battlefield.

The remaining two thousand alien mercenaries finally woke up from their frenzy. Looking at the fleet going away, the remaining Otomi and Toltec rebels completely lost their morale. They turned around and knelt down in a daze, kneeling weakly and surrendering, and then waited for a merciless head-on blow.

In this brutal two-quarter-hour fight, Mexica killed a total of three hundred warriors and nearly twelve hundred militiamen. The militia fled for a while, and the commander's guard at the rear ruthlessly beheaded nearly a hundred people before driving the militia forward again.

And the last nearly thousand dog descendants howled the coyote, which is the sound they are most familiar with in their hometown. As the charge of the battle, the wolf howl accompanied every Chichimaker along the way. They are born, mature, mate, and fight in the howling of wolves, and the lucky ones are old enough to end up in the belly of wolves.

Far away in a foreign country, the dog-born had nowhere to escape, and finally charged frantically towards the commander's banner on the mountain, and the commander's guard was also forced to join the battle.

Shulot watched the last dogborn die fifty steps away from him. One arm was broken by the baton, and an arrow from Bertard was stuck in his back. He bit his mouth tightly on the neck of a militiaman, and the two hugged to death together, with a strange and distorted smile on the corner of their mouths.

The boy shook his head, the dog descendant's last struggle took away another 500 militiamen and more than 50 warriors. The Mexica warriors have gradually found a way to deal with the canines: adjacent warriors cooperate with each other, form a tight formation, protect with more shields, and fight more with less. Then swing the dog-born's head or neck, trying to kill it with one blow, and not giving the opponent a chance to die.

"Avit, let the warriors save some hands, and save me a few captains of the pikemen." Shulot grabbed the commander's arm and said.

"You want to form a spearman?" Avet broke away from the serious command, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Yes. There are many gold and silver mines in the city-states of Mexico. I plan to recruit a group of miners to practice." The young man smiled confidently and pointed to the scattered spears on the ground. "Just now there are a batch of bronze gun heads."

"Okay. It's all up to you." Avit laughed, "Thanks to the longbow warriors you formed this time, their lethality and explosive power are shocking! Bows and arrows can also break the opponent's formation and take the initiative in tactics. I I like this army very much, and we must give priority to expanding their size."

"Okay! When this battle is over, we will continue to make longbows." Xiuluo nodded, and then looked at the battlefield where the dead were crowded. The warriors were standing in the blood, shouting and cheering, demonstrating to the retreating Tarasco fleet. "Is the battle over?"

"The battle is over." Avit looked at the Tarasco camp on the south bank of the river.

The great banner of King Tarasco was still flying. Under the banner are continuous camps, tens of thousands of warriors wielding bronze spears, militiamen all over the mountains and fields, and small boats transporting food on distant lakes.

"But the war has just begun!"

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