Chapter 216 The King's War (Part 1)
The wind blew away the clouds in the sky. The sun was blazing, overlooking the wilderness of the world. The vast world, the mighty army stepped into the battlefield, turned into cold chess pieces in the hands of the commander; the drums were excited, and the fearless warriors sang loudly, becoming a passionate chapter in the epic book!
Amid the drums and shouts, Xiu Luote climbed onto the high platform and waved the flag in his hand majestically.
The huge Mexica army moved instantly, extending to both wings like a torrent, and quickly gathered under different commanders. The two armies fought, playing to their strengths and avoiding their weaknesses! Since the Northern Army had the advantage in numbers, it had to stretch the battle line as much as possible, increase the width of the frontal engagement, and outflank the enemy from both wings.
In just a moment, tens of thousands of Mexica warriors formed four strict military formations like a long snake. The central army was 7,000 long-lance militiamen, divided into two formations on the left and right. These battle-hardened spearmen were divided into teams of 200 people and a battalion of 1,000 people. The left formation was slightly thicker, with four battalions led by the monkey Kuluka, and the right formation was slightly smaller, with three battalions led by the miner Ezepan. Under the sharp bone whistle, the spearmen stood shoulder to shoulder, setting up stacked spears. Then, under the guidance of the squad leader, the spear formations moved forward slowly and firmly like metal hedgehogs.
Xiuluot looked at the powerful and neat central army and nodded slightly. In the battle of Takuro Plain, the spear militia defeated the arrogant warrior army from the front and killed thousands of elite warriors. The mentality of the militia was essentially improved, and finally grew into a reliable core legion. The real elite soldiers come from the flames of life and death! At this moment, looking from the command stand, the spear legion has an orderly rhythm and steady steps, and has vaguely the appearance of elite soldiers.
Holding strong soldiers, pride naturally echoes in the chest! The young commander looked around, the central army charged forward, 7,000 spears lined up, the two wings provided cover, and 6,000 warriors attacked in groups!
The left wing was the loyal Holy City Legion. 3,000 Holy City warriors held shields and sticks, and under the leadership of the jaguar Olosh, they roared like a pack of wolves. These hometown children have followed for generations, and have always been well treated, and can fight to the end for the commander. The right wing was the devout religious legion, which was formed by the remaining temple guards and the blessed warriors. The veteran Etalik blew a sharp death whistle, and Natalie chanted the hymn of the Lord. The religious legion was solemn and murderous. Whether it was the Mexica warriors or the Otomi warriors, they held the sun amulets around their necks tightly and prayed to the Supreme Lord with all their hearts. Facing the king's army of the alien god, they were full of murderous intent to fight with the gods, and would never show mercy!
The drums of war were rapid, and murderous aura swept across. The four armies in the front kept a steady pace and approached the Tarasco king's army, which was also deployed. Behind the front line was a 3,000-man shooting corps. These ranged warriors held longbows, supported crossbows on their arms, and carried arrows on their waists, moving with the front line. A new batch of arrows from the capital in the lake had been replenished, and the warriors could shoot freely. As the two legions approached, the archers stood in formation one by one. They drew their bows and opened their crossbows, ready to fire a rain of arrows of death at any time.
Then, the first to launch a thundering attack was not the crossbow on standby. "Boom! Boom!", two fierce thunders suddenly exploded, like the wrath of Thor descending on the earth!
In the gap between the central army, two wooden cannons that had been loaded were quickly fixed and immediately fired! Only a hundred steps apart, the flying stones, with unstoppable force, bombarded the Tarasco central army with a strict gun formation.
A dozen elite spearmen suddenly let out a shrill howl. They were splashed with dense blood fountains all over their bodies, and rolled to the ground in pain. The blasted shotgun shells flew in all directions, and dozens of nearby militiamen were injured by stones and fled in fear. In the range of the rising dust, thousands of militiamen in formation were at a loss. They fell into unknown fear, knelt on the ground in fear, and prayed for forgiveness from the gods in front of them.
The giant beast roared, and the mortals were terrified! With the bombardment of the wooden cannon as the center, the three thousand Tarasco spearmen were like boiling water, with chaotic ripples. The actual casualties of the two artillery shells were only a dozen people, but the fear spread was hundreds of times!
Under the inherited eagle flag, King Suanga suddenly glared and held the staff in his hand tightly. He had heard about the new weapons of the Mexica from the chief's secret letter; he had also encountered the exploding caltrops in the bloody battle of the mountain fortress.
But at this moment, no matter how determined he was, no matter how much preparation his legion had made. When the king encountered this kind of wooden beast that roared like thunder for the first time in a field battle, he was still shocked, and the morale of his militia was still shaken!
The two wings of the spear phalanx were weak, and the front was unusually strong. Suangu also placed 3,000 spear militia in the center, and deployed 2,500 royal warriors on each wing. The core 2,000 bronze axe guards held longbows and lined up behind the center. Facing the attack of the Mexica Legion, the elite Tarracos King's army lined up on the spot, erected bronze spears, and formed a solid defensive formation. However, under the bombardment of the wooden cannon, the most stable center of this line of defense was shaky in an instant!
Suangu gritted his teeth. This was a bad start, and an ominous premonition rose in his mind. He pulled out the red flag that he had prepared long ago and pointed left and right in the direction of the two wooden cannons. The sharp bamboo flute sounded immediately. Two thousand Bronze Axe Guards took a step forward, pulled their huge longbows, and blasted death roars at the enemy's front line!
"Swish, swish, swish!" The black rain of arrows covered the sky, and the metal arrows reflected the cold light. The Bronze Axe Guards shot out luxurious bronze arrows, which whistled into the center of the Mexica army. Even with the protection of wooden shields, more than a dozen gunners died instantly, and more than a hundred long-lance militiamen were pierced through paper armor and fell to the ground with screams.
The surviving gunners hurriedly dragged the wooden cannon behind the formation. They have completed their most important mission. The first-generation Trak wooden cannon was loaded with stone shotshells, and its range was only more than a hundred steps, which was not as good as the longbow, and it took nearly a moment to reload. After taking the lead, facing a defensive enemy, the next step is to load the wooden cannon again and look for new opportunities.
Long bow and bronze arrows, shot at close range. It was the first time that the Mexican Lancers encountered such a fierce long-range attack. The steady rhythm was disrupted, and the pace of advancement stalled slightly.
The commanders of the Chinese army, Kuruca and Ezpan, looked calm, each waving the command flag and commanding the gun formation team in the battalion. Seeing the instructions from the flag, captain Guzman blew the bone whistle around his neck desperately, shouted loudly, and re-coordinated the steps of his teammates. Under the command of the captain, the first five rows of spearmen raised their shields to cover the sky above their heads. The remaining spearmen lowered their heads, hiding their faces under their wicker helmets. They gave up almost all vision and any superfluous emotion. At this moment, strict discipline was integrated into their bodies, and long-term training turned into instinct. They are just ruthless war machines, following in the footsteps of their teammates and continuing to charge forward without hesitation!
On the podium, Shulot suddenly waved his flag! The sound of the shooting flute broke through the sky, and the three thousand shooting legions paused for a moment, followed by a loud buzz.
Thousands of feather arrows pierced the sky, with a slanted arc, like diffused lightning, and plunged into the enemy's center with a "pop, pop" sound. The Tarasco spear militia were in chaos and were unprepared for the rain of arrows. In an instant, blood spattered and bodies rolled, and more than two hundred people died. The samurai captain in the front line was killed by an arrow, and the chaos of the spear militia continued to intensify!
Su Angua looked forward, frowning deeply as he looked at the Chinese army that was starting to lose control and the enemy spearmen that were accelerating and approaching. He waved the red flag again, then pulled out the black flag symbolizing death, and pointed at the Chinese army ahead.
The two thousand copper-axe guards once again fired fierce arrows, slowing down the pace of the Mexican army. Then the two hundred guards in the front row came out solemnly. They put on large shields and bronze axes and trotted into the spear militia. According to daily training, one hundred guards raised large shields to protect the battalion captains at all levels. They shouted and kicked the panicked militiamen, and resumed command of the gun array. The other hundred guards showed no mercy, grabbing the deserters who ran out of the military formation, and directly pushed them to the ground. They raised their axes and dropped them, and instantly there were heads rolling in.
Then, under the king's strict orders, the priests accompanying the army moved to the front line. They danced and sang wildly, calling for the power given by the three gods to suppress the evil Mexica beast. In the high-pitched chanting of the priests, the spear militiamen in the front line finally regained their morale, took up their weapons again, and faced their inevitable fate.
The ruthless rain of arrows interacted again, and the toppled corpses shed blood. Amid the deafening shouts, the charge of the Mexican Legion was about to arrive in an instant! Captain Guzman blew the bone whistle quickly, and the gun formation of two hundred people suddenly accelerated. Under the push of all the team members, the five rows of spears at the front reflected the cold light, accelerated forward one after another, and then suddenly stagnated and plunged into the five rows of spears that were equally cold!
Shulot stared slightly. At this moment, he seemed to hear a dull impact. In the sight of the young commander, the spear formations of the two armies suddenly collided, and a dazzling red line bloomed in front of the formation! The spearmen in the front row of the two armies were like cut down cornstalks, pierced by several spears, and fell sideways one by one. Regardless of whether they were wearing battle clothes or paper armor, they were all so weak in this moment of charge!
Many spear militiamen were impaled on spears, but they could not die immediately. The shrill howl covered the war drums and turned into the most distinctive note on the battlefield. The opposing spear phalanx was operating cruelly. The spearmen in the back rows once again stretched out their spears and stabbed the enemy on the opposite side hard. The miserable howls quickly disappeared again. Soon, the second row of spearmen became the front line. They clasped their hands and thrust their spears forward. The teammates in the back rows were holding their spears high and stabbing diagonally downwards while pushing desperately forward under the pressure from further behind.
Looking from a distance, hedgehog-like phalanxes are squeezing each other, and forest-like spears are clashing and waving. After losing kinetic energy, the competition between the spear formations was strength and discipline. The killings began to decrease rapidly, and the pushing gradually intensified. The Mexican spear formation occupies a clear numerical advantage and gradually surrounded them from both sides, but was unable to break through for a while. The warriors on both sides fought like a tug of war until one side could no longer bear the pressure and the formations scattered, resulting in a one-sided massacre!
Arrows rained down from the sky again, this time falling on the two wings of the loose formation. Hundreds of warriors from both armies were stabbed to the ground one after another, dying alternately. The rain of arrows blew like the long wind, and the warriors fell like reeds. However, after the strong wind, the tough reeds once again stood upright!
The holy city warriors on the left wing waved their shields and howled as they charged into the array of kingdom warriors. At this moment, bronze spears and war clubs clashed, wooden shields collided with leather shields, roars and shouts blended together, floating in the murderous field!
Orosh led one hundred of the most elite Jaguar warriors in the Holy City, personally serving as the vanguard and rushing into the forefront of the battle. He swung his war stick flexibly and powerfully, like a galloping tiger and leopard, and suddenly broke into a group of bronze spear warriors who had no time to form a formation. The powerful jaguar slashed vertically, knocking down the leading Feather Helmet captain, and even the bronze helmet was dented. Then, he swept continuously and killed three more people in an instant. The jaguar warriors behind them rushed forward. As the tigers roared and roared, dozens of enemy soldiers were knocked to the ground with a series of strikes from their war sticks.
Olosh paused for a moment. He took a few deep breaths, looked around, and frowned deeply. Although the Jaguar team, as the spearhead, was extremely powerful, the main force of warriors could not break through together. The Tarasco warriors in front of him were calm and neatly arrayed. They were 800 people in a battalion and 200 people in a team. Each team formed a spear formation and had war sticks and copper axes. The captains of each team wore copper feather helmets and carried bright flags. They commanded in an orderly manner and blocked the main force of the Holy City from the spear formation. Facing the charge of the Jaguar warriors, the Tarasco people were scattered but not chaotic. One team retreated and reorganized, and the other team came forward in unison. They were like a school of fish in a lake, constantly changing and changing, and you couldn't see the end at a glance.
"Damn it! I threw a heavy punch, but it hit the flowing sand! What a hard bone, worthy of being the most elite royal army of Tarasco!"
Olosh cursed in a low voice. He looked at the enemy troops who began to surround them in an orderly manner from both sides and glared fiercely. Then, without hesitation, Jaguar led the elite team and turned back to the legion of the Holy City. Since it is impossible to break through quickly, the legion must be reorganized, forming a shield formation, and entangled with the enemy in a steady and powerful manner.
The religious legion on the right wing swung the war sticks, but it was another kind of tragic determination! Once the fanatical religious warriors were involved in the war, they were like moths flying into the fire, with a will to fight to the death!
The warriors of the two armies had just met, and they skipped the temptation and stalemate and entered into a brutal close combat. Facing the Tarasco gun formation squad, the fanatical Otomi warriors threw out the war sticks directly, holding the shield that could only cover half of the body with both hands, and launched a life-or-death charge! These converted warriors shouted the name of the Lord God, rushed to the dense bronze spears with their lives, and then died tragically in the gun formation. They used their flesh and bones to lock the enemy's weapons, just to destroy the tight gun forest!
And as long as the gun formation stagnates, it will reveal a flaw. A large group of religious warriors would then rush up and fight the Tarascos at close range. The temple guards blew a shrill whistle, their killing intent boiling, and they shouted and fought fiercely. They had almost no defense, wielding the extra-long Maquavit sticks with both hands, breaking the enemy's bronze spears, cutting the enemy's leather armor, and then scratching the enemy's flesh and blood! They charged at the enemy formation, either dying immediately, or going to the kingdom of God in heaven with one or several enemies in a moment!
Xiu Luote looked down at the magnificent battle situation, his expression solemn and dignified. The left wing and the central army were still clearly separated, holding shields against each other; but the warriors on the right wing had already entangled with each other, and it was difficult to distinguish them from each other. Large pieces of blood bloomed on the right wing, and were submerged by the noisy dust. The warriors on both sides were like ice and snow in early spring, and one-sixth of them melted in less than a quarter of an hour!
The young commander took a deep breath, and ruthless determination emerged in his eyes. He waved the red flag again, and five hundred crossbowmen advanced at the same time, until they reached the front of the battle. A sharp flute sounded, and the crossbowmen suddenly raised their crossbows at a distance of more than a hundred steps. They took aim, aimed at Tarasco's eagle flag, and the king under the eagle flag, and shot with their heads raised!