Chapter 175 Battle of Lake Yuriria (Part 2)

The approaching heat wave came with thick smoke, and Marshal Tarasco's flag was quickly smoked gray, like a rapidly collapsing battle situation.

Under the flag, the captain of the navy, Ospai, was also shocked. He stared at the fire in front of him with wide eyes, and fell into a brief stagnation in fear. After a moment, the self-control of the senior commander made him quickly regain his composure.

Then, the "Crocodile" noble examined the battle situation, and his heart was cold.

The main force of Tarasco's large ships fell into a chaotic stagnation. The Mexica did not stop, constantly launching flashing rockets, constantly creating roaring fires, and constantly igniting the vital large ships! In the moment of his shock and stagnation, dozens of large ships lost their ability to fight. The surrounding warriors were all panicked, and officers at all levels were counting on the flagship's response. Time could not wait!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ospai's expression changed rapidly. Faced with the fear of the unknown, he hesitated for a few breaths and wanted to escape to the east. But after a few breaths, he thought of the consequences of retreating in battle and the difficulty of escaping against the current. At this moment, there is no life or death!

After a moment of weighing, the "crocodile" noble suppressed his deep fear, and his brave nature finally prevailed. He suddenly became ruthless, bit his lips hard, and roared loudly in the pain and blood.

"I am a descendant of the gods, with the blood of the original crocodile, and the power of the gods cannot hurt me!"

The roar of the supreme commander echoed on the lake, inspiring the panic-stricken warriors around. Then, he looked at the brave general Kurucha beside him.

"Qingyu, beat the drum for me! Order the whole army to move forward and continue to charge!"

Kurucha nodded fiercely and beat the thunderous war drum. The "crocodile" noble personally waved the battle flag, rotating and pointing forward.

"Charge! Charge! Charge up and fight! They can't fire rockets again!"

The heart-shaking war drum sounded, and the flag of the huge crocodile fluttered. Ospai looked around again. Around his flagship, the hundreds of ships on the inner side gradually resumed command, while the hundreds of ships on the outer side were still in chaos. In front of him, nearly a hundred ships were burning, becoming dazzling giant torches. Behind him, the noble Chapala Feathers was still full of fear, standing sluggishly on the bow.

"Swish, swish, swish", the rockets attacked again, setting more than a dozen ships on the outer side on fire again. The "crocodile" noble had no time to wait, and he ordered the nearest guards in a stern voice.

"Quick! Get on the boat quickly, go find Chapala Feathers, let him gather the chaotic fleet and quickly follow me to attack. Tell him that the main force of the navy is still there, and we still have a chance to win!"

Then, Ospai's mouth was bleeding, like a ferocious crocodile, and he roared violently.

"Brave warriors, follow me to charge!"

The commander's battle flag pointed forward, the trumpet sounded shrilly, and the drums roared. The Tarasco flagship slowly started, bypassed the burning vanguard, and then suddenly accelerated. The marshal's warships marched forward, personally leading more than a hundred inspired boats, and resolutely rushed towards the enemy fleet not far away.

Looking at the enemy flagship that recovered quickly and the more than a hundred boats that charged fiercely, Xiuluot showed appreciation and praised loudly.

"What a brave crocodile!"

Then, the young commander on the altar waved the flag again, and the longbow warriors in the rear immediately adjusted the direction, and the sky full of rockets shot at the attacking fleet. After a few breaths, the rockets whistled into the scattered enemy fleet, and more than a dozen charging boats were ignited.

The long wind blew, blowing away the rising smoke and making the vision clear. Tarasco's flagship paused slightly, then adjusted its direction and rushed straight to the flag of the Mexica commander.

Looking at the enemy boat group approaching suddenly, Xiuluot was unmoved. He continued to command the rear formation and shoot steadily. The figure of the young commander stood under the flag and became the focus of the entire battlefield.

Looking at the enemy navy's flagship, Bertard's eyes condensed. He took a step forward and raised his longbow. The guard next to him lit the rocket's paper shell and quickly handed it over. The samurai turned sideways, put the arrow on the bow, pulled it hard to full, and then shot it quickly. The heavy rocket flickered, flew over a distance of sixty or seventy steps, accurately nailed on the wooden shed of the enemy ship, and then exploded.

Ospai's boat suddenly caught fire, and the family warriors on the boat were panicked and wanted to go forward to put out the fire. The "crocodile" nobleman blushed, strode forward directly, and pushed the burning wooden shed into the lake. Then, he raised his shield in his hand and shouted sternly.

"Go rowing! Don't stop! Follow me!"

After giving the order, Ospai widened his eyes and stared at the enemy flagship in front of him. This was the hope of a comeback! Then, his eyes were shining, and he stared at the gorgeous figure under the commander's flag, and roared in a deep voice.

"Guards, shield up! Qingyu, bring me my longbow, and you take one too!"

Under the banner of the Black Wolf, Bertard was about to fire another rocket, but his expression suddenly changed. At a distance of fifty or sixty steps, the shield on the enemy's flagship suddenly dropped, revealing a rough and strong middle-aged warrior. He held a Mexican longbow in his hand, which he had already pulled steadily, and the copper arrow facing him flashed with cold light. Behind him, another fierce warrior stood sideways, also holding a bow.

Seeing this, the warrior leader dropped his longbow without hesitation, and then threw himself to the side.

With a smile on his face, Xiuluot examined the battlefield where the situation was very good, thinking about the outflanking of the two wings. Then, a pair of strong arms came around, and the boy's back was suddenly stressed, and he was forced to fall down at the moment when he could not react.

"Swish!" A sharp arrow whizzed past above Shulotte, awakening his long-forgotten memories. Then there was another "swish" sound, and the sharp arrow attacked, followed by the sound of "tearing" through the leather armor, and the sound of "puffing" into the flesh. Then, hurried footsteps climbed onto the high platform of the commander-in-chief, and several guards tightly covered the front, followed by two "doo doo" sounds of sharp arrows entering the shield.

Looking at the enemy's shield formation that completely blocked his sight, Ospai put down his longbow with regret. He and Kulucha attacked one after another. The four arrows that attacked unexpectedly only injured the tall warrior who sacrificed himself to save the master.

Then, he recalled the appearance and figure of the tall warrior and felt inexplicably familiar. Wasn't that the sharpshooter who he had been chasing for half a day and was determined to take under his command? Then, he thought of the enemy commander, the inexplicably familiar middle-aged man, and the faintly handsome face of a young man under the feather crown. Marshal Mexica personally investigated? !

A flash of inspiration came to him, and the "Crocodile" nobleman was shocked. He sighed and stamped his feet, regretting it in his heart.

"It's you! It's you! It was you that day!!!"

Under the protection of his personal guards, Xu Luote knelt down from the ground with difficulty. He smelled the blood in the air and nervously probed Bertard's breath. The warrior leader was in great pain and lay on his side unable to move. He opened his eyes wide, looked at the young man's concerned expression, and smiled with pain.

"Your Highness, continue to command the rear formation! I can't die!"

Xu Luote seemed to have heard nothing. He carefully searched the warrior leader and finally found that the arrow was in the back, only two inches away from the neck. The young commander was relieved, nodded to the loyal warrior leader, and then looked at the personal guards.

"Send the Holy Eagle Warrior Leader to the stern and treat him well! Be careful, be gentle!"

Then, Xu Luote stood up again, through the gap in the shield, looking at the battle situation not far away. Nearly a hundred enemy fleets rushed all the way fiercely, and had come within forty steps of the flagship, engaging in battle with the Mexican boats in the front. Many Tarasco boats were burning and colliding with each other.

"Bang bang" loud noises continued to sound, and dozens of boats collided into a ball. Without waiting for a pause, the warriors of Tarasco jumped towards the enemy ships surrounded by flames. They waved copper spears and wooden shields, and collided head-on with the Mexican warriors waving war sticks and rattan shields, fighting bloody together.

It takes time to ignite the rocket. Facing the enemy who is determined to attack, it will not be able to fire again after only three rounds. The young commander looked around and saw that more and more boats collided on the lake in front of him, and the warriors on both sides fought completely into a ball!

With a loud "boom", the two boats collided violently, and the hulls shook at a large angle. Several warriors on each side were unstable and fell into the water. Then, the captains of the two ships roared loudly in different languages ​​and started fighting first.

A Mexica warrior had just discarded his longbow and grasped a war club when a spear stabbed at him. He had no time to pick up his shield, so he had to dodge sideways and block with his club, which quickly unbalanced his center of gravity. At this moment, another spear came at him sideways. The Mexica warrior heard the wind and tilted his head to see it with his peripheral vision, but he had no time to move. In an instant, his waist suddenly felt cold and he lost his strength instantly.

The warrior of Tarasco succeeded in one strike, his eyes showing excitement. He stirred the copper spear vigorously, breaking the soft internal organs, and then pulled it out with force, bringing up a burst of hot blood. He looked at the fallen enemy warrior and grinned triumphantly, but a war club quietly attacked him from the side and back. Life and death are only in a moment, and there is no way to react! The war club mercilessly cut the side of the neck, and the sharp obsidian blade cut the skin and directly cut the left carotid artery.

"Chichi", blood suddenly flew out, splashing more than a meter away, spraying the head and face of the senior warrior Nekali behind. Nekali immediately squatted down quickly, raised his shield with his left hand to be alert, and wiped his cheek quickly with his right sleeve. Then, he stood up vigilantly and spat at the warm liquid that splashed into his mouth.

"Pooh, damn believers of foreign gods, blood is so choking!"

Nekali looked around angrily, and his pupils shrank sharply. The Tarasco warrior just now had fallen, but three coordinated militia spears had already stabbed him head-on. It was difficult to dodge on the narrow boat. He used his shield to resist several times in a row, and was finally forced back to the stern. Then, he roared and threw out his war stick, knocking down a young militiaman with a "bang", and then jumped into the lake helplessly.

The young militiaman Wezti had red eyes, and he had to continue to move forward and stab the Mexica warrior who was struggling to swim far away in the lake. Behind him, there was a pair of calloused hands, which suddenly pulled him back.

"Wezti, you blockhead! It's time now, and you still want to fight!"

The old militiaman Chivaco shouted angrily, his wrinkled old face trembling. Then, the old militiaman squatted down and quickly checked the young militiaman who was knocked down.

The whistling war stick just now attacked, and the young militiaman had neither a shield nor a cotton armor, and he didn't know how to block it with his unimportant arms. The war stick hit his chest, and the sharp blade cut his chest and neck. The unstoppable blood flowed, and instantly filled the hands of the old militiaman.

Chivaco shuddered, quickly took out the herbal bag, and took a deep breath. Then, he stood up, barely regained his composure, and looked around at the fighting lake.

There were still terrible rockets in the sky, turning into terrifying fire demons several meters high on the water, igniting the large boats behind one by one. And further behind the burning, the kingdom's navy was still in chaos. The small boats were running around like headless flies, fighting with the Mexica boats. Some of the big boats were spinning in place, some were colliding with each other, and some seemed to be changing direction?

The old militiamen looked forward again. There was the center of the fighting. Hundreds of large boats collided with each other. The warriors shouted the names of the gods and massacred them. Then, like pumpkins from the autumn harvest, the gentlemen rolled and fell in bunches, or like overripe kidney beans, their bodies split apart, and the lake surface was filled with spreading bright red. There were only two coach's flags, almost touching each other, still standing like corn stalks.

Chihuaco shuddered again and took another hurried breath from the herbal packet.

Behind him, Veztiyu stabbed twice at the warrior in the water. It's a pity that my martial arts skills are not good enough and I missed the mark completely. It wasn't until he saw the other party swimming far away that he came back to his senses, looked at the fallen militiaman, and asked eagerly.

"Chihuaco, can he be saved?"

"Save me! I can't survive. Take care of yourself first!"

The old militiamen continued to search on the lake. He shouted in succession, his hoarse voice trembling.

"Mumu, look carefully! The samurai masters who led the team on the ship are almost dead, and now they are beaten! The masters behind did not follow, there are too many Mexicans, and this battle will definitely not be won! .Hurry, call the other woodmen and find the nearest boat together. If you wait any longer, you will be dead!"

Hearing the word "death", Weizi got excited and quickly greeted everyone around. Five more spear militiamen came from the left and right. They may be sober or timid, but they can still hear the greeting. The other militiamen in the same village, led by samurai, were still fighting with red eyes and hearing nothing in their ears. Two Mexica warriors were attracted by the shouts, but were blocked by several spears arrayed at the stern of the boat and were unable to approach for a while.

"Yes, that's right there! It's the closest there, let's swim to that boat!" The old militiaman Chihuaco's eyes suddenly lit up and he pointed with his finger more than 20 steps away. A lone boat floated on the water, with the bodies of Mexica militiamen lying on it.

The young Weziti stared and saw that hundreds of small boats on both sides were still strangled together, and from time to time someone fell into the water with a howl. Once the boats on both sides met on the water, the militiamen immediately fought brutally until all the people in the boat were killed. Many unmanned boats floated on the lake, spreading bright red along the way. After looking for a while, Weziti finally saw the narrow and fragile boat. Looking at the red dripping from the hull, he felt uneasy.

"Chihuaco, are we abandoning the stable boat and getting into that wobbly boat?!"

The other militiamen looked sideways while confronting the increasing number of Mexican warriors.

"Vezti, are you stupid? The big boat is the target of the Mexica people. If it is far away, it is a target. If it is close, it is a battlefield. If you really want to escape, you must get into a small boat!"

"Ah, Chihuaco, are we going to be deserters?!" Wezti's voice trembled, panicking.

The old militiaman gave a loud "scoff" and stopped looking at the stupid piece of wood. He looked around at the militiamen and shouted in a low voice.

"You guys, if you want to survive, follow me later!"

Afterwards, Chihuaco squatted down, groped carefully on the deck, and found two unlit rockets. He touched the round paper shell curiously. This thing was only as big as a mango. How could it turn into a fire demon several meters long?

The old militiaman had no time to think and hurriedly hid a rocket in his arms. Then, he stood up, imitated the Mexica archer he had seen before, lit a fire, and then suddenly threw another rocket at the confronting Mexica warriors.

"Dive! Let's go!" After throwing the rocket, the old militiaman jumped into the lake without stopping, and then swam desperately to the boat more than 20 steps away. The militiamen were startled for a moment, then hurriedly dropped their spears and jumped into the water one after another. There is no doubt about the water quality of the people on the lake. They are like young fish, quickly following the old fish at the front, heading away from the battlefield.

Seeing the rockets being thrown, several Mexican warriors showed fear and retreated hastily. They clearly knew the burning power of gunpowder arrows. After a while, the rocket didn't move, not even a spark. The warriors looked at each other, then looked at the Tarasco militiamen who were walking quickly, feeling ashamed and speechless for a moment.

Vezti followed closely behind Chihuaco, paddling rapidly in the water. He looked up and saw a clumsy figure still struggling to swim in front of him, and his heart became angry again. So, the young militiaman rushed over and kicked the Mexican warrior in the water hard.

After receiving a sudden heavy blow, Nekali let out a cry of pain, and then he swallowed a few mouthfuls of lake water and was kicked to the outside.

Vezti groped all over his body, but was so poor that he didn't even have a dagger, so he had to give up. He turned around and saw that the old militiaman had touched the edge of the boat and was afraid that he would not be waiting for him alone. Thinking of this, he turned around, took one last look at the burning lake, and remembered this nightmare scene deeply in his mind.

The calm Lake Eurelia was dyed red, and countless boats and boats floated silently like coffins. Under the coffin, there are countless floating corpses, as well as rippling and spreading blood. Fresh corpses kept falling from the fighting boats. In the front where the fighting was fiercest, thousands of warriors fought bravely, and their roars shook the world. And at the very center, the naval flagship is still beating the war drum, and the commander-in-chief of the kingdom is still shouting for a fierce battle!

Seeing this intense scene, Weziti was lost for a moment and sighed deeply. Then, he turned around hurriedly, without pausing, and swam straight towards the hope of escape.