Chapter 198: Battle of Takuro Plains (Continued)

The warrior's war club swung, cutting through the thick cotton armor, and then "clicking" to cut through the fragile limbs. The militiamen's spears stabbed through the strong leather armor, and then pierced into the soft waist and abdomen. As the Mexican Legion broke in across the board, blood splattered on the several-mile-long front, and dying wails rang out!

"Monkey" Kuruka was wearing a simple regimental commander's uniform, without a lofty back flag, and was inconspicuous in the spear phalanx. He commanded the pike corps on the left wing and carefully observed the battle situation.

Chapala's regiment was shaken by the unprecedented sound of artillery and fell into brief but violent confusion. The army's charge was timely and powerful, gaining full advantage on the battlefield!

On his right, the Holy City warriors of the Chinese army quickly broke into the enemy's formation, charged at the "feather" flag on the hill, and then fought with the oncoming marshal's personal guards. On his left, the warriors from the outer city states also gradually resumed their offensive and rushed into the circular formation of the Chapala militia.

"The warriors of the central army are holding on tenaciously. The phalanx is still entangled and it is difficult to break through for a while. The militiamen on the periphery are frightened and uneasy, and the ranks are quickly scattered. They are just missing the last blow!"

Kuruca pondered slightly, and then called a personal guard to bring a message to the marshal under the rear marshal. Then, he looked straight ahead, waved the command flag in his hand, blew the copper whistle hanging around his neck, and moved more gun arrays to the front line to engage the warriors in sky blue uniforms.

Amid the regimental commander's short whistle, ten dense phalanxes of spears held nearly three-meter long spears, covering each other's flanks, and slowly and steadily penetrated into the enemy's formation. The spears were piercing each other, and the enemy warriors in the first few rows were like stranded fish, struggling in place, and then easily stabbed to death by the "fishermen"! Then, as the leader's whistle became longer, the "fishermen" slowed down, stabilized their formation, and stabbed the next batch of Tarasco's fish!

Seeing the successful attack of the gun formation, "Monkey"'s eyes moved and he smiled slightly.

The spear corps must maintain a stable formation in order to exert the killing effect of dense spears. At the moment of battle, rhythm is the most important! The militiamen can neither retreat in fear nor pursue bravely, but must keep the same pace as their companions.

Although the New Army has participated in many small battles, this is the first time for such a huge battle. In the first few moments of the battle, many spearmen were slightly disordered, at different speeds, and even separated from each other. The front side of the gun formation undulated like waves, forming an obvious gap. Fortunately, the Chapala warriors in the chaos did not seize this fleeting opportunity. They just shouted the names of gods randomly and were stabbed to death by messy spears!

"Monkey" Kuruka waved the flag again and blew the brass whistle.

Several spear phalanxes gradually gathered together, and the interlaced zigzag shapes gradually closed up to form a tight formation. Then, a large array of spears, with layers of sharp spears, stabbed at the enemy more powerfully, causing blood to flow instantly. After only a moment of fighting, hundreds of enemy warriors fell to the ground, spreading a bright red and blue on the front line.

Facing the approaching gun array, Oanda stood angrily on a high ground wearing a pure blue uniform and carrying a three-meter flag on his back. He waved his killing war stick and roared loudly towards the chaotic warriors.

"Warriors of the 'Sky' family, be a true warrior and stand up and fight fearlessly! Join me and bravely face the enemy. Don't be intimidated by the evil thunder! The enemy's weapon has already stabbed in front of you, and again How can you die like a turkey? Hurry up, the sky belongs to the brave kestrel, even if you face the evil thunder god, you can peck out his eyes!"

Hearing the familiar roar, the surrounding warriors looked at the head of the family in the middle. They are looking for spiritual support and re-energizing the courage of the warriors.

"Fight! Fight for the honor of the family! In the name of Oanda, the head of the 'Sky' family, I order all loyal warriors to raise their shields and wave their war clubs. No matter what kind of magic the Mexica people use, No matter how much noise it makes, the outcome of this war must be decided by the noble warriors!"

With the encouraging shouts of the family leader, more warriors gradually regained their morale, and the family's glory rose in their hearts.

"If they summon the roaring wood beast, kill the wood beast! If they use a god-given weapon, take it away! There is no need to live, and there is no need to beg for mercy. I will be with you, fearless Die on the battlefield of God’s war!”

Speaking of this, Oanda suddenly jumped down from the height. He waved the battle stick in his hand, led the guards around him, and took the lead in killing the front line. Under his leadership, the surrounding warriors finally broke out into hysterical shouts. Then, they stood up one after another and charged in the opposite direction towards the gun array!

Soon, Oanda strode to the front line, and the regimental leader's flag was particularly dazzling in the crowd. He did not lead the bodyguards to attack recklessly, but carefully observed the Mexican spear corps from a distance.

These new troops have high morale, strict formations, and well-equipped equipment. They look like warriors. But in the final analysis, their main force is still militiamen who have not been trained for a long time. Similar to the royal family's spear formation, they must take advantage of the spears and pay attention to the coordination of dense formations.

The head of the "Sky" family has experienced battles for a long time, and has been exposed to the tactics of the royal spear phalanx, and has carefully thought about how to fight. These plans must not be mentioned to outsiders, and the wariness of the royal family's centralization is deeply hidden in his heart. He just waved his flag and continued to roar.

"The warriors in the front line, raise their shields to defend and retreat slowly! The warriors on the left and right, go around the two wings to harass! The warriors in the rear line, take out the spare war sticks and spears and prepare to throw them!"

Oanda stood at the front line in person, stabilizing the morale of the warriors. Under his effective command, the family army no longer stupidly charged at the front of the spear array and fought against the sharp spears, but played the flexibility of elite warriors.

The warriors in the front line raised their shields and retreated to the side of the family owner. They used the commander's flag as bait to try to lure the enemy's formation out of sync. The warriors on the left and right separated further, spying on the flanks of the spear array, and each sent more than a hundred elites to try to go around. The warriors in the back line kept running out of the gap in the front line in small teams. They ran quickly, accelerated to the front of the spear array, and then threw the war sticks in their hands to throw spears. The heavy weapons shot into the enemy's spear array, knocking down one or two poorly protected spearmen from time to time. Then, they turned and retreated again and again, exposing their vulnerable backs and luring the enemy to pursue.

"Monkey" Kuluka stood on a high place, observing the changes in the enemy army, and frowned deeply. As the enemy commander's battle flag moved forward, the enemy in front of him quickly recovered his morale, moved flexibly and quickly, and became extremely difficult to deal with.

"The stiff wooden sculpture actually has life and turned into a living coyote! It seems that the enemy commander is an old general who is not easy to deal with!"

Kuluka's eyes flashed. He calmly commanded the gun formation to slow down, and asked the militiamen to raise the rattan shield in their left hands and lower their helmets to guard against the thrown weapons. The huge battle formation stopped and slowly gathered again, separating into a herringbone shape to cover each other's flanks. Facing the enemy commander who was close at hand and the vulnerable backs of the enemy warriors, he was not moved at all and stabilized the rhythm of the attack. In the continuous throwing of spears, the 4,000-long spear phalanx advanced at a snail's pace. The new army began to maintain a tight formation, without revealing a flaw, and constantly pushed the enemy in front of them back.

Looking at the enemy's response, Oanda frowned and sighed slightly.

The flexible coyote was also helpless in the face of the steady porcupine. Three thousand "Sky" warriors lost hundreds of people, facing four thousand intact spear militias, and the two armies on the left wing fell into a stalemate.

He looked around and was worried. In the huge confrontation between the two armies, the Chapala Corps fell into a clear disadvantage. The "Sky" warriors could not achieve a decisive effect, but only supported the flanks. The warriors in the central army were clumsy and slow, and had not yet fully recovered from the chaos. The "Silver" warriors did not know how the battle was going. The head of the "Sky" family looked at the enemy's general flag.

Under the standing black wolf flag, Xiu Luote was like the messenger of Thunder, driving the direction of "Thunder"! He looked calmly and observed the entire battle situation. An envoy hurried from the front and relayed the advice of the commander of the Kuluka Corps. Soon, the wooden cannons on the left and right sides also raised red flags again, and finally loaded.

The young commander nodded slightly, and unknowingly, the two armies had been fighting for a moment. He looked at the warriors on both sides fighting together, and waved the red flag in his hand, pointing in the direction of the two wings. The wooden cannon slowly moved and pushed dozens of steps to the periphery. Then, the muzzle turned to the two flanks and aimed at the two Chapala militias a hundred steps away.

Izel, who was on the flank, had just stood up and took the second step in his life.

He waved his war stick and fought with the Chapala militia, and raised his shield cautiously from time to time to block the enemy's attack. The enemy on the opposite side was like a wild beast in the jungle, always trying to rush within half a meter, using his hands and feet to engage in dangerous close combat. He skillfully struck the shield to block the young militia who rushed over, and then quickly added a stick to hit the top of the opponent's head. The young militia's eyes suddenly widened, blood oozing from his nose, and he staggered to the ground.

Izel had just taken a breath when two people rushed to him from the side and front at the same time. The two militiamen waved short spears that were only one meter long and stabbed in front of him in a blink of an eye. He hurriedly blocked with his shield and war stick, but the opponent continued to approach regardless. The battle lasted only a few breaths. The enemy on the left was blocked by the shield, but the enemy on the right took the opportunity to rush in half a meter. He hugged the young warrior's left arm holding the stick tightly and stabbed the broken stone spear close to his body.

The dull stone spear slowly pierced the leather armor. Izel felt a pain in his side waist and felt the sharp edge piercing his skin. He felt a chill in his heart and tried his best to push the enemy out. This was absolutely vital.

"Lord God, save me! I have waited for so long, but I have to accept the same fate as my brother?!"

Izel looked at the enemy's hideous smile with strong unwillingness. He looked at the family's warrior leader in despair, but the old warrior leader seemed to turn a deaf ear and just fought steadily with the enemy in front of him.

"Boom! Boom!"

The roar that shook the world suddenly came! The fierce battle formation stopped again, and then changed suddenly!

The scattered stone bullets blasted into the militia group on the periphery, like a howling storm, instantly knocking down more than a dozen civilian militiamen. The terrible sound of the artillery echoed, and the unknown smoke and dust rose up, accompanied by the sound of "bang bang" and the terrified wailing of the militiamen!

In the sound waves that shook the earth, Izel fell to the ground again and fell into a ball with the enemy next to him. The bombardment was only ten steps away from them, and the splashing mud hit their heads and faces. The young warrior howled loudly in fear and groped hard on his body, and the enemies beside him screamed at the same time. The bombardment hit, and several people died on the spot. The surrounding Chapala militiamen showed horror and paused suddenly. Then, they shouted in collapse, turned around trembling, and fled in panic like fallen leaves in the wind!

Izel fumbled for a while in a panic, and was shocked to find that he was not hurt at all. The young warrior calmed down and looked at the enemy who fell beside him. The other party's hideous face was full of fear, and he screamed "wow wow".

Iser smiled fiercely, quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist, and stabbed it into the opponent's throat. Then, he licked his dry lips, wiped the redness on his face, picked up the fallen war stick, and got up from the ground again.

"God bless me, I am destined to become the head of the family!"

The young warrior was excited. Then, he looked at the scattered Chapala militia, looked at their fragile backs, and shouted to the family warriors.

"The enemy is fleeing, follow me to chase!"

The drums of war became more intense, accompanied by the horn of the charge. Under the bombardment of the wooden cannon, the Chapala militia on both wings could no longer hold on, howled in fear, and collapsed across the board. The warriors of the Western State paused for a moment, and then chased away with red eyes. They suffered heavy casualties in the short and fierce battle, and at this moment they were just eager to kill and not give the enemy any chance to regroup!

Seeing the periphery of the enemy's collapse, Xiu Luote nodded with satisfaction. The warriors on both wings were chasing the enemy, and they had gradually formed a double team. Then, he paid attention to the battle in the center again, looking at the flag of "Feather".

The head of the "Silver" family, Taikata, encouraged loudly, barely stabilizing the situation on the right wing and resisting the enemy's spear legion. Then, the roar of artillery came, which once again shook the warriors' hearts and hit the morale of the legion. He looked around anxiously. The militia on the periphery had already fled like a herd of rabbits, the main force of the warriors in the center was still motionless, and the archers also stopped fighting.

Taikata could no longer bear it. He called the family's warrior leader, ordered the other side to hold the defense, and hurried to the flag of the hill. He strode quickly, passed the panicked militia archers, walked past the temple priests who were chanting frantically, passed through the chaotic and stunned shield guards, and finally came to the front of Marshal "Feather".

"Your Highness, the situation is critical! Please order the militia archers to disperse and shoot at the enemy's wooden beasts!"

Tekata pointed at the reloaded wooden cannon and looked at the busy gunners, and said in a hurry.

Pengguali's eyes were straight and his face was blank. He looked at the wooden cannon and the gunners and asked in a trance.

"Tekata, what is this? Is it the evil demon of the Mexica people?"

The head of the "Silver" family was stunned. He looked at the commander carefully and was full of irritation. He has always had a wide range of friends and extraordinary knowledge. He was born into the top nobles and knew the methods of the priests. Although the Mexica people on the opposite side shouted the name of the gods, he did not believe it, but only paid attention to the enemy craftsmen who were manipulating the wooden beasts.

"Prince Penguari, take a closer look! No matter what this is, whether it is alive or dead, it is controlled by the craftsman! The army is in a disadvantageous situation, the warriors are struggling to hold on, and the militia has collapsed. No matter what, they can't be allowed to bombard anymore!"

Tekata stepped forward earnestly and held the arm of Marshal "Feather".

"Your Highness, hand over the archers on both sides to me, let me command them to suppress the enemy!"

Hearing the persuasion of the "Silver" family owner, Penguari nodded subconsciously and handed the responsibility to others. Taikata hurriedly left and commanded the archery militia to shoot at the wooden cannon fifty steps away. After a while, a rapid rain of arrows fell suddenly, and nearly ten gunners fell beside the roaring wooden beast. The Mexica warriors immediately raised their shields for defense, and the rest pushed the wooden cannon and slowly retreated to the rear.

Looking at the wooden beast that was afraid of the rain of arrows, Marshal "Feather" slowly came to his senses. The fear of the myth finally dissipated from his heart, and the battle situation of the army came into view. He saw the central army that was penetrated by the enemy, the two wings that were in a stalemate, and the scattered periphery, and the enemy that was outflanking.

"The situation is critical. The army has been completely at a disadvantage!"

The gorgeous "feather" flag fluttered high, symbolizing the honor of the prince. Under the flag, Prince Penguari's expression changed, and his face was uncertain.

Ah, morale has been low recently. Try to make up for it later. (_)