Chapter 217: The King's War

"Whoosh whoosh!" Long and narrow black shadows rose up in sheets, like the shadow of death, suddenly flying away. The metal crossbow bolt pierced the sky, with a life-threatening scream, and shot towards Tarasco's royal flag!

Seeing the groups of black spots coming towards him, Su Angua, under the king's banner, clenched his staff tightly and his pupils suddenly shrank. At this critical moment, he only had time to lower his head and bow, and the sharp arrows came towards him!

"Puff, puff, ah, uh!"

The dying wails kept ringing around the king, his most trusted confidants, and the dozen or so guards who guarded him. The sharp crossbow arrows pierced the warriors' leather armor and plunged deeply into their chests and abdomens, and warm blood immediately overflowed from the wounds. But the same crossbow arrow fell on the king, but it only made a muffled sound of "bang, bang".

The low sound of metal collision echoed in the bronze armor, and the continuous impact forced the king to retreat. In Jinnu's sneak attack, Su Angua was shocked to the point of dizziness and staggered. This wave of crossbow arrows was sudden and violent. They were like rapid rain showers, coming on the wind, fleeting, taking away more than a dozen lives, and then inserted deeply into the soil around the king's flag.

Su Angua bit her lower lip hard and shook her head vigorously. He subconsciously let go of his hands and groped around his head and body, but there was a solid coldness at his tentacles. Only then did the young king realize that he was still wearing an extraordinary and sturdy suit of armor.

The surrounding guards immediately rushed in. Dozens of warriors held high shields and immediately covered the king. The second round of feather arrows roared in, nailing deeply into the thick wooden shield, making a dull "duh" sound. Suangua was in shock. This was the first time in the past twenty or thirty years that he was so close to death!

The young king's eyes were blank. He looked at his empty hands and asked subconsciously.

"What's this?!"

General Yuku leaned down, carefully picked up the fallen staff from the grass, and handed it to the king respectfully. Then, while holding up his shield, he squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the crossbowman not far away, and then calmly reported back to the king.

"Your Majesty, they are the archers of the Mexica sneak attack. They are carrying a huge bow held horizontally, and the range and power are stronger than the long bow!"

With anger in his eyes, Su Angua glanced at his cronies who had fallen to the ground. The other party had just reported to him the good news from the north and the arrival of reinforcements, when he was shot to death in front of him. But next to the dazzling corpse of his confidant, the inherited eagle flag is still flying, but the soaring eagle has lost its wings. There are more than a dozen arrow holes on the flag, mercilessly piercing Tarasco's eagle!

The king felt a pain in his heart, and an ominous premonition rose again. He had a stern look on his face, not looking at the dead guards, and just said solemnly.

"Yuku, my hound. The Bronze Ax Guard is temporarily under your command to attack these cross-held archers! This kind of arrow is more lethal, we cannot let them shoot at will!"

"As you command!"

Yuku bowed his head and said nothing. His face was like a sculpture, he closed his left eye, stretched out his right arm, and made two quick gestures to determine the distance between the crossbowmen. Then, he called the captains of each battalion of the imperial guards and whispered a few instructions. The formed bronze ax guards quickly dispersed into a bow team of two hundred people.

Arrows roared, and arrows and crossbow bolts struck again. Two small teams gathered around the king, raising their large shields to guard. The rest of the guards moved forward quickly, and in a moment they were behind the central army.

Yuku, half-hunched over, personally led two hundred of the best shooters to the edge of the front formation. He ignored the gun formation not far away who was shouting for fight, and calmly took out the longbow. The bow is full, the arrow is nocked, and just a little aiming, the sharp arrow flies away like a thunderous giant!

A Mexica crossbowman was lowering his head to cock the bow, but suddenly there was a pain in his chest, and there was half an arrow shaft in front of him. The sharp copper arrow pierced him from the front, and his body, which had lost its strength, fell to the ground with a bang. The crossbows were quietly scattered on the ground, and blood suddenly poured out from the vital parts. The crossbowman pressed the wound on his chest in vain, looking at the darkening sky. He finally understood that his destination in this life was to become one with the earth.

The hound Yuku had no expression on his face, narrowed his eyes, and shot out arrows fiercely. The surrounding sharpshooters exerted their strength at the same time, and dozens of Mexica crossbowmen fell to the ground dead. Such a sharp shot quickly attracted attention. But for a moment, Yuku's eyes froze and he suddenly fell to his side. Dozens of feather arrows descended around him with the roar of death. Several Tarasco sharpshooters could not avoid it, and they were instantly shot to death!

The arrows fell to the ground, and Yuku rolled up from the ground. He waved vigorously, and the shooters spread out to both sides and continued to shoot at the Mexicans. The piercing sound of the conch horn sounded in the distance, floating from under the Black Wolf's flag. When he opened his big bow again, the opponent's elite crossbowmen had already retreated back, keeping distance from Wang Qi.

Yuku deflected his target and casually shot and killed a militiaman with a spear. A dense gun formation was not far in front of them. The Mexican spearmen had a numerical advantage and were advancing through the gaps in the gun formation. Yuku's eyes were cold, and his gaze swept across like a wolf, and soon settled on a spear captain who was giving command.

The captain of the spear formation was at the front, with the best view. The two were only a few dozen steps apart, and the hound shot a half-bow, and the young spear captain was shot and fell to the ground. The Mexica spear formation lost its command and paused temporarily. The deputy captain on the other side of the front immediately blew the bone whistle and took over the command of the team. Yuku frowned and shot another sharp feather arrow. The sharp bone whistle was only half-sounded, and then fell into the mud powerlessly. The deputy captain died, and the war priest in the middle of the team inherited the command again and blew a new round of bone whistles. The priest's position was in the center of the strict protection, surrounded by raised rattan shields. Yuku frowned, aimed for a long time, and before he shot, the whistling rain of arrows fell from the sky!

Thousands of Mexica archers approached the front of the formation and began to shoot flexibly and fiercely. The spear militia in the center of Tarasco fell to the ground one after another, and even the bronze axe guards holding shields continued to die. The fierce offensive surged like a wave, all concentrated in the most disadvantaged middle road.

Yuku sighed and casually shot another militiaman in the front line. Then, he turned around and made a gesture to disperse the guards, and waved the yellow flag for free shooting. The peerless warrior calmed down, led the sharpshooters around him, and suppressed the Mexica archers, patiently shooting.

The Tarasco guards were slightly fewer in number, but they were all skilled in martial arts, wearing bronze helmets and shoulder armor. They used armor-piercing bronze arrows without hesitation, and through the gaps between the small formations, they fought on equal terms with the larger shooting legion.

The bronze spears and war sticks in the front formation were waving, and the bronze arrows and bone arrows in the back formation were alternating. Death swept with the long wind and descended on every part of the battlefield! Close-range shooting is particularly difficult to guard against, so it is particularly cruel. However, after two rounds, more than a hundred archers on both sides died!

Xiu Luote silently observed the casualties of the shooting, and nodded solemnly and affirmatively. The legion participating in the shooting was composed of the royal longbow warriors and their own longbow guards. Although they were good at fighting, they were slightly inferior to the Bronze Axe Guards in terms of eliteness. These powerful guards were capable of both long and short distances, and were particularly strong in close combat. At this moment, the Mexica Legion had the upper hand in consuming each other in this way!

The three armies killed each other, and died together. The vast battlefield was in turmoil, and the fierce fighting reached a climax!

In the war of kings, the elite warriors and militia, like roasted pine nuts, made crackling sounds, and then cracked and fell to the ground in pieces; and the noble nobles and officers, like fragile tomatoes, fell in the sharp blades and rain of arrows, and then splattered blood in groups. The boiling sound waves filled everyone's ears, and the bright red color appeared in front of everyone. Until two "boom" thunders exploded in the hearts of the warriors again!

"Boom, boom"! The two wooden cannons that had been silent for a long time were finally loaded and moved to the left wing where the battle was fierce. Under the operation of the craftsmen, the wooden cannons fired from the periphery of the army formation into the back of the king's warriors! More than a dozen Tarasco warriors fell to the ground and rolled on the ground in pain. The enemy on the left wing suddenly stagnated, the morale dropped sharply, and the stacked teams also stopped suddenly.

Olosh's eyes lit up in the bitter battle. He seized this rare opportunity and once again led hundreds of jaguar warriors from the Holy City to break into the enemy's formation. A team of two hundred people was suddenly dispersed, and the replacement team was still in a brief chaos. The warriors of the Holy City rushed forward and turned the two hundred Tarasco warriors into corpses on the ground, and from then on they had the upper hand in the battle!

Under the fierce attack of the Mexica Legion, the remaining 2,000 Tarasco warriors retreated dozens of steps, and then under the command of the royal commander, they gathered into several gun formations again, stubbornly blocking the attack of the Holy City warriors.

Hearing the thunder again, the hound Yuku's eyes shrank. He narrowed his eyes, looked at the right wing of the royal army that was bombarded, and after a little judgment, he made a follow-up gesture to the sharpshooter behind him. Then, the flexible hound arched his body and moved quickly to the right wing. In just over ten breaths, the mysterious Mexica wooden cannon appeared in front of him again. The peerless warrior suddenly stood still, pulled the bow, and shot fiercely!

"Swish! Puff!" The sharp arrow shot into the eye socket and pierced through the back of the head. Behind the smoking wooden cannon, a craftsman who operated the cannon fell on his back and died on the spot. "Swish, swish, swish!" Continuous feather arrows shot in, and more than a dozen gunners were shot dead. The warriors who supervised the battle then turned their shields and guarded the right side of the craftsmen.

Witnessing the death of their predecessors, the gunners trembled all over and half-knelt on both sides of the wooden cannon. Most of them were selected from the craftsmen, entrusted with important tasks by His Highness, incorporated into the army, and have always enjoyed preferential treatment. A young gunner could not bear the pressure of life and death, suddenly stood up, screamed and ran to the back.

"Swish, swish, swish!" Several feather arrows shot in and pierced the body of the deserter from the front. The young gunner knelt on the ground, took a last look at the longbow guards who supervised the battle, and then he tilted and lost all his life.

On the king's battlefield, retreat means death! The guards glanced at the dead bodies indifferently, and then they pulled the longbow again with a serious expression. At this moment, they handed their fate to the Lord God, and gambled their only lives with the sharpshooters on the opposite side!

With the archers' cover, the two wooden cannons were dragged away from the dangerous front by the gunners. The intense reloading began again. The gunners gritted their teeth and silently prayed to the Lord God, praying for a safe return next time!

Under the black wolf's general flag, Xiuluot stood majestically. He was like the wolf king on the mountain, controlling the vast battlefield under his feet!

This battle was so fierce that hundreds of elite warriors died every minute of the fighting! The Mexica Corps had the upper hand overall, and the thunderous bombardment lasted for two rounds. The Tarasco Royal Army, like tough cowhide, still maintained a stable defensive position. Although the enemy's morale continued to decline, it stubbornly did not collapse. The king of Tarasco stood behind the central army, with his broken flag raised high. Although the royal eagle had broken its wings, it never landed!

The young commander hesitated slightly. This battle was all he had to fight, and he had already put most of his chess pieces on it. At this moment, he only had the 500 Jaguar regiments in the capital in his hands, which could be deployed to any part of the front line to launch a perhaps fatal attack!

Seeing his highness's hesitation, Bertard understood. There was no one else at the moment, so he stepped forward and whispered to dissuade him.

"Your Highness, this is the King's war, and the King's safety is supreme! The enemy's guards still have the strength to attack, and let the warriors fight in front and die for the King's glory!"

Xuluot closed his eyes slightly and nodded slowly. He looked down at the land in front of him, blood bloomed into flowers, flowers spread into red carpets, and the red carpets were covered by corpses. In this brilliant spring light, the cold body was stepped into the soft soil, and the nutrients flowed into the earth of the wilderness. The sound of killing shook the sky, and the birds flew away, only the spring breeze remained, transforming into deep clouds.

"What a fertile land. This year's spring plowing will definitely have a good harvest!"

The young king whispered to himself, and an invisible transformation was quietly happening to him. Xuluot didn't notice it, but just cast his eyes to the north. In the clearly visible sky, thousands of Tarasco warriors shouted and roared, fighting with Toltec's army. The hummingbird flag stood tall, facing the eagle flag of the south, but it seemed as if they were separated by the farthest distance!

At this moment, under the hummingbird flag, an old warrior wearing leather armor and holding a bronze spear was silently staring at the black wolf flag that had appeared in his nightmares countless times several miles away.