Chapter 219: The King's War Continued

"Boom, boom!"

Xuluot waved the battle flag solemnly. The gunners lit the fuse, and the two wooden cannons filled with arrows roared like thunder again! The shotgun shells passed through the gap between the center and the two wings, and bombarded the rear of the Tarasco Long Spear Corps. Several copper axe guards who supervised the battle fell to the ground in an instant, rolling in the back formation with blood all over their bodies. The Wang Jun spear formation that was struggling to hold on was shaken again!

"Toot!" Monkey Kuluka blew the bone whistle quickly, waved the small flag in his hand, and threw out the reserve in his hand.

More than 500 Mexican spearmen formed a tight column, stepped on the exciting drum beats, and moved from the rear to the left front until the periphery of the front formation. Then, under the command of the captain, the spearmen on standby shouted at the same time, lowered their rattan helmets together, grasped the sharp copper spears, and suddenly charged forward!

Hundreds of Tarasco militiamen only held on for a dozen breaths before being dispersed by the surging gun stream. Then, countless bronze spears flashed with cold light, stabbing from different angles, piercing the bodies that blocked them into lotus roots! The spearmen lined up in a column continued to charge, and finally broke through the Tarasco defense line for the first time from the left side of the center army!

Xiuluot on the hill smiled. He waved a small flag, and five hundred crossbowmen "swooshed" and shot a dense rain of arrows, covering the wooden cannons that had completed the shooting and retreated to the center army. The reserve gunners immediately stepped forward quickly to fill the vacancy of the dead and began the next round of intense reloading.

The young commander looked around the battlefield and took in the battle situation one by one.

The Mexica center army had a large number of people, and they continued to extend to both sides along the center of the battle, and began to break through from the left. The fight on the left wing became more and more intense, and the lines of both sides were like waves that were close together. The Holy City Legion launched a charge in the middle and occupied a clear advantage. The Tarasco King's army gathered into a group and was still resisting in formation. The consumption on the right wing was extremely tragic, and nearly one-third of the warriors on both sides had been melted! Thousands of corpses piled up on the front line, sticky blood slipped on the soles of their feet, the warriors' physical strength began to run out, and the formations of the two armies gradually became tighter. With a sharp conch shell, the religious legion raised its shields and formed a shield formation, and the offensive slowed down.

At this moment, the left, middle and right armies were like sharp arrows shot out, deeply piercing into Tarasco's army. Before completely defeating the enemy in front of them, they will temporarily disappear from the sequence that can be commanded. The three thousand shooting legions have also been dispersed, freely shooting killing arrows. Only five hundred temple crossbowmen are still obeying orders.

At this stage of the war, the commander's command is no longer important. The vast battlefield is once again handed over to the warriors on the front line. The final victory depends on the brave fight, the tenacious fighting spirit, and the determination of the grassroots officers!

Behind the fierce battle line, the eagle flag is still flying. Su Angua's face is as gloomy as water, and his heart is as cold as autumn. He raised his sleeves, not caring about the king's demeanor, and wiped the dust on his face vigorously.

Just now, two "thunders" fired by the Mexica exploded not far in front of the king's flag, and the loud bang made his ears hurt. The young king held the staff tightly and watched the shotguns flying in front of his eyes. Several guards who supervised the battle were injured and fell to the ground, and the spreading dust immediately covered his head and face. What made him even more anxious was that under the threat of "thunder", the gun formation of the central army became more and more shaken, and the Mexica army had begun to break through from the right!

The battle situation was unfavorable, the situation was critical, and the expected reinforcements had not arrived yet. Su Angua stood on tiptoe and looked at the northwest where the smoke and dust were rising. The hummingbird flag appeared on the skyline, and the clusters of black dots were not far apart. They were like the hope of a turnaround, and they could be touched by reaching out.

However, at this moment, this long-awaited reinforcement stopped moving forward. They didn't know the importance of the matter, but just entangled with another group of obviously smaller black dots. A faint shout from the northwest came in the wind, a familiar accent called the king's name, and the sound of fighting was so clear, loud but not fierce.

Suanga took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and held the hard staff tightly in his right hand. The king moved his sight, stared at the front for a moment, and then resolutely waved his staff, pointing to the right front.

"Bronze Axe Guards, all attack! Defeat the Mexican spearmen who broke through!"

The guards beside him looked at each other. The chief of the guards lowered his head and asked carefully.

"Your Majesty, your safety"

"Order, all attack!"

"Listen to your order and obey your will!"

The chief of the guards knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully. Then, he put on the back flag, blew the bone whistle, and summoned the two teams of guards guarding the king. Then, the brave chief of the guards waved the longbow in his hand and ran in the front row himself, and hundreds of guards who supervised the battle also joined together.

In just a moment, nearly 500 Bronze Axe Guards turned into a grim torrent, lined up in neat rows, and rushed within 50 steps of the front formation. The chief of the personal guards suddenly stopped, pulled his longbow, and shot a sharp copper arrow at the advancing spear formation of the Mexica!

"Swish, swish, swish!" Hundreds of feather arrows shot out, with an unstoppable whistle! The close-range flat shot was so powerful that the captain in front of the spear formation only had time to shout "raise the shield" before he was "swished" into the head and face and fell on his teammates in the back row. The rain of arrows pierced the paper armor, and the spear army formation collapsed in chaos. Before the successor deputy captain issued an order, hundreds of fierce enemy soldiers rushed in with copper axes in hand!

The Bronze Ax Guards formed a tight formation and remained undisturbed even during the charge. These warriors who are good at fighting have vicious eyes and strong steps. They rush directly into the weakest gap behind the arrow. They fought close to each other, swinging their tomahawks vigorously, cutting off the enemy's spears and spears, cutting through the paper armor of the militiamen, and then quickly severing the throats of their opponents. In the face of the enemy's thrusts, they can always dodge in time, raise their shields to block, or even bend down slightly, use their metal shoulder armor to resist the spear edge, and then swing their ax to cut off the opponent's calf!

The guard chief's eyes flashed and he kept waving the small flag in his hand. More bronze ax guards were like agile cheetahs, running and moving quickly, going around to the side and breaking into the stagnant spear column.

The assaulting column had no flank cover, and its formation fell into disarray in a moment. A large number of Mexican militiamen were fiercely cut up, unable to form a collective gun formation, and could only fight individually. And once the gun formation is broken, how can the militiamen resist the powerful infantry of the guards?

Within a few dozen breaths, the two groups of Mexican spearmen who broke through were defeated, retreating together with the surrounding spear formations. Later, Tarasco's spearmen reluctantly filled the gap and set up their spears again, and the Mexica's assault was temporarily repelled.

Seeing that the Chinese army's line was once again stable, Su Angua nodded expressionlessly.

"The Bronze Ax Guards are infantry who are good at close combat after all, and can compete with the Mexica Eagle Legion!"

The young king pondered for a moment and suddenly realized his mistake. He tilted his head and shouted orders to the few personal guards beside him.

"Take my flag and head to the front line quickly! Gather the scattered guards and call back my brave hounds!"

The guards immediately saluted and left, leaving the king empty. The captain of the front line guard shot another round of arrows to stabilize the situation on the front line, and then hurriedly returned with five hundred guards. He wants to protect the most important king.

"Boom, boom!" A moment passed quickly, and terrible thunder came! This time the location is closer to Wangqi. The fine stones hit the king's bronze helmet, making a crackling sound. Gray mud splashed on the golden bronze armor, leaving deep black spots.

"Bah!" Su Angua spat out the dust in his mouth, waved his hand vigorously, and stopped the guards who were surrounding him with their shields.

"Get out of the way and give me a line of sight! Damn it, what are the reinforcements from the north doing? They still can't break through!"

Suangua roared angrily, like a roaring liger. He widened his eyes and looked toward the northwest sky. The reinforcing warriors were still struggling with the Mexican militia, and the hummingbird pattern on the leather armor was vaguely visible. However, at this critical moment, the hummingbird is as slow as a mosquito and no longer flies as fast as lightning!

"Your Majesty, the Chinese army on the front line is crumbling, and the breakthrough of reinforcements is far away. We won't be able to hold on until then! While the warriors on both wings are still holding on, the Bronze Ax Guards still have some remaining strength, let's do what we want!"

Hearing this, Suangua's eyes burned with violent flames, and he turned around like an angry tiger, only to see the loyal hound Yuku. Yuku was covered in blood, holding a long bow, with several arrows stuck diagonally on his thickened leather armor. Behind him, the large group of bronze ax guards had gathered together and formed an indestructible battle axe. Seeing this scene, the young king's expression softened slightly and he asked in a serious tone.

"Yuku, is it true that the situation of the war has not improved?"

General Yoku said nothing. He just knelt down on his knees and kowtowed deeply to the king.

"If you wait a little longer, there may be hope."

Su'angua's expression changed, anxious, angry, unwilling, and expectant, and finally turned into a low murmur to himself.

However, the situation on the battlefield is never changed by personal will, and the king's waiting is in vain. A moment later, a scout came flying from the south. As soon as he got close, he used up all his strength and knelt down in front of the king.

"Your Majesty, the Mexican Legion is only ten or so miles away in the south!"

"What are you talking about? The Mexican Legion in the south? More than ten miles away! Aren't they still forty miles away this morning?"

The young king took a step forward, grabbed the scout's collar, lifted him off the ground, and asked sternly.

"Did you see it with your own eyes?!"

"Your Majesty, the three gods witnessed it, I saw it with my own eyes!" The scout took a few hard breaths, and then reported everything in detail under the anxious eyes of the king.

"Since early morning, Mexica's scouts have been constantly fighting with us. Then, the Mexica commander with the moon flag suddenly accelerated his march. He abandoned the main force of the brigade and all the baggage, and only took 1,500 elite troops with him. It keeps attacking towards the north! The small group of scouts can't stop it for long. It only takes four quarters of an hour at most for the enemy to reach the battlefield!"

After hearing the scout's words, Yuku kowtowed and loudly warned the king.

"Your Majesty, let's find another way! Let me protect you to the southwest! The mountainous area in the southwest is still intact, and there is still room for improvement in the kingdom's situation!"

The expectation on Su Angua's face finally turned into despair. He looked at the distant Black Wolf Flag, and the young king opposite also looked at him at the same time. That small figure was like the sacred mountain in the east, carrying a mighty force, pressing firmly on his heart.

After a while, Su Angua bit his lip and became determined. He looked around and looked at the more than a thousand bronze ax guards. This was his last strength and his hope of death!

"Yuku, gather the Bronze Ax Guards and bring the inherited king's flag!"

The young king's mouth was bloody, like a beast that chooses people to devour, and his eyes showed deep madness.

"I will personally lead the army, bypass the left wing, and make a desperate attack on the commander's flag on the opposite side!"