Chapter 481: Exploration of the Lake Kingdom, the Inevitable Naval Battle

On the edge of the big island, in the bay, the waves were as calm as a lake, and the birdsong was as rippling as the wind. In the picturesque scenery, the two fleets were approaching rapidly. They were full of murderous intent, and they rushed to the battlefield of death without hesitation.

The galleys sped forward, breaking through the calm wind and waves, with a sharp cry. Chihuaco stood at the bow, holding a long spear, and shouted loudly.

"Drum!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The fierce war drums sounded immediately, and both sides had come within sixty steps and entered the bow and arrow range of the kingdom fleet.

"Shoot!"

"Swoosh!"

Most of the Purpecha warriors were concentrated on the flagship. They had been prepared for a long time, and now they all pulled their longbows, and with a volley, dozens of copper arrows shot out like lightning.

"Puff!"

The sharp arrows flew and penetrated deeply into the body. Seven or eight Sri warriors screamed, fell from the boat, and then fell into the water with a "plop". They had no armor, and as long as they were hit by arrows, they would be seriously injured or killed.

But the few casualties did not shake the morale of the Sri Lankans, but stimulated them to shout wildly. In the desolate and difficult Sonora Desert, death is the most common thing. Except for the chiefs, headmen and witch doctors, few people in the tribe can live beyond the age of thirty. On weekdays, dozens of young men can be killed or injured in order to fight for a spring, not to mention for the sacred ancestral land of the Sri Lankans!

Soon, sixty or seventy small boats rushed in and approached within forty steps. The tribal warriors on the boats pulled their hunting bows and raised their spears, ready to fight at any time.

"Shoot!"

Chihuaco's face was as gloomy as water, and he ordered again.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Dozens of copper arrows shot away. This time, the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and the accuracy of the shooting was much higher. The two boats in front were fired upon, and more than a dozen Sri Lankan warriors were killed or injured and fell into the water. Large patches of red spread in the light blue sea water, and the boats on the water lost power and rotated in place, like magnificent flowers of the ocean.

"Itaco, Kui!" More than sixty small boats did not stop, nor did they care about the injured who fell into the water. The Sri people shouted wildly, paddled desperately, and rushed towards the big ship thirty steps away. The tribal hunters on the boat shot bone arrows, drew a low arc, and "bang bang" nailed on the shield of the paddle boat! "Swish, swish, swish!" Bone arrows flew everywhere, making a sharp sound like a whistle. The dark red arrows shot faintly, like the greeting of the god of death, "Uh! Blind God, please bless me!" Seeing the hundreds of Sri Lankan warriors rushing over, the old militia Chiwako shuddered subconsciously. Although he was dressed simply, he stood in the center of the warriors, with an eagle feather on his helmet that symbolized his status. The Sri hunters looked at him for a while, and then shot poison arrows at him one after another! "Bang, bang, bang!" Chiwako wore solid leather armor, a bronze helmet, and held a shield in one hand. He felt a shock on his shield, head, and body, and when he looked down, he was hit by several dark red poison arrows. However, the ships of both sides were moving, and the large paddle-sailed ships had erected tight shields. The Sri people's hunting bows were not long enough and were weak. These poison arrows either fell to the ground or pierced his body obliquely, but they did not break the defense.

"Lord God bless you!"

Chivaco whispered softly, and his forehead under the armor was slightly sweaty. His feet were trembling a little, but his face was not visible at all. Today is different from the past. When he was a militiaman or a militia leader, he would run away. As long as he could protect a few of his men, he would be worthy of his conscience. But now, he is the captain of the expedition fleet, the leader of hundreds of people, so he cannot show any cowardice, nor can he retreat at all. Because once he retreats, the whole army will be shaken, and even collapse. At that time, I don’t know how many people will die!

"Pooh! Blind Majesty! Put me on the fire and roast me!"

The old militiaman said "Pooh" and cursed in his heart. Then, he raised his shield and shouted loudly.

"Speed ​​up, charge! Sailors paddle with all their strength! Increase the speed of the boat to the maximum and hit it with the ram of the bow!"

"Speed ​​up, charge!"

Hearing the order, more than 20 sailors puffed up their cheeks and paddled hard at the same time. The 20-meter-long and 6-meter-wide flagship, like a huge shark, splashed violently into the group of small canoes that were 6 or 7 meters long and 1.5 meters wide. The canoe group was like a frightened school of fish, shaking constantly in the waves and avoiding to both sides. At this moment, the speed of the paddle-sailed warship has been increased to the maximum! In just a dozen breaths, the sharp bronze ram flashed cold light and hit the side of a small boat directly!

"Crack!"

The sound of the wood breaking was so sharp and harsh! The canoe that was hit only held on for a few seconds before it suddenly broke under the fierce impact! Two Sri Lankan warriors were killed on the spot, and the broken wood pieces flew like blades, cutting the other four. Then, the sound of "plop" falling into the water continued, and large pieces of bright red soon floated to the surface of the water. The blood drifted in the wind, but it was just the beginning of the prelude.

"Haha, it feels good!"

Pu'apu held the longbow and stood on the left side of the ship. His body was shaking, but his feet were standing firmly. The violent collision also shook the big ship, but the use of high-quality pine wood and keel made the kingdom's warships much stronger than the Sri Lankan boats. The gray earth warrior shook twice and pulled the longbow again. He aimed slightly, released an arrow, and shot a tattooed Sri Lankan warrior to death!

Chivaco held onto the plank, crouched slightly, and hid his upper body behind the shield. He glanced at the surroundings. The Sri people were hit by the big boat and were a little panicked for a while, so they did not immediately gather around. But the sharp bone arrows kept flying, and two warriors and a sailor on the flagship had been hit by arrows and fell to the ground. As for the Sri warriors who were killed or fell into the water, there were more than thirty or forty!

"Bang! Crack! Crack!"

Several violent collisions came from both sides, covering up all the voices. The other two large paddle-sailed ships also followed the flagship and launched a fierce charge, knocking over three or four Sri boats. There were not many warriors on these two ships, and they could not shoot many arrows, but there were enough sailors, and the collision was like a galloping buffalo.

Chivaco looked around quickly. The Sri boats were too shallow, and although there were many of them, they were in a mess. They had never encountered such a large ship before, and they could not come up with a way to deal with it. The old militia thought for a while and gave a decisive order.

"Keep going! Speed ​​up the charge and break through the Sri Lankan fleet! Lord God bless you!"

"Lord God bless you!"

The oarsmen paddled desperately, and the slowed-down paddle boat moved again. This time, Chivaco adjusted his attack strategy and no longer rammed the canoe savagely. Instead, he brushed past the side of the canoe and used the advantage of the large boat to continuously overturn the small boat. In just half a quarter of an hour, four or five Sri Lankan boats capsized, and dozens of Sri Lankan warriors jumped into the water, becoming targets for bows and arrows.

The remaining two large ships followed behind the flagship, surging and ramming all the way until they pierced through the enemy's boats. The arrows of both sides shot randomly on the water, and the accuracy was greatly reduced. The paddle boat was high above, and it had a large shield and longbow, which had an absolute advantage in shooting.

"Wow, so refreshing! It's so refreshing!"

The flagship rushed out of the Sri Lankan fleet, and Puapu panted and laughed out loud. In this short round of charge, he shot more than a dozen arrows in a row, killing at least three Sri Lankan warriors. The bone arrows fired back by the other side did not break his leather armor. Of course, this was also related to the fact that he secretly took off his feather crown and only wore ordinary warrior clothes.

"Old Qi, let's turn around and hit them again!"

Chivaco pursed his lips and said nothing. In this round of charge, at least one-fifth of the Sri Lankans were killed, estimated to be seventy or eighty people. Many of the tribal warriors just fell into the water and temporarily lost their ability to fight. The casualties of the flagship were only three or four people.

"Three ships added up, there are more than ten casualties!"

The old militia frowned and fell into thought. He was not immersed in the advantageous battle, but thinking about how to solve the battle. No matter how many of these Sri Lankan warriors were killed, what was the meaning to the expedition fleet? And the dead kingdom warriors and sailors were real casualties.

Although the fleet had already supplemented a sufficient number of rowing sailors in friendly tribes along the way, if they brought back one more fellow villager from Prepecha, they could live one more life!

"Well, with so many boats and so many Sri warriors, there must be a leader!"

After a short and fierce charge, the fleets of both sides intersected and separated. At this moment, the two sides were separated by a distance of one hundred steps and temporarily out of contact.

Chivaco was not in a hurry to attack. He narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the movements of the Sri fleet, looking for a truly valuable target. Soon, a naked and tattooed Sri warrior caught his eye.

"icátax! Ikatas! Come here, come here!"

The tattooed warrior Pikam shouted loudly and commanded the boats of various tribes to gather again. These canoes and warriors all came from different tribes. They were not familiar with each other, and even had feuds. The battle just now was a mess, and they didn't even touch the enemy!

"Damn it, listen to me! Coyotes are hunting a solitary buffalo, and they must surround it! Surround it! The enemy has few ships! We have many ships! When we fight later, stick to the enemy's big ship and eat it! Don't worry about the other ships! Ikatas! Ikatas!"

In the entire fleet, the tattooed warrior Pikamu has the highest status. He is the chief of a small coastal tribe, and he has the most small boats directly under his command, accounting for one-third of the fleet. In Sri Lanka, Pikamu (ptcamn) means a lobster that is strong and good at water. Well, it is a big lobster in the sea. There are many lobsters on the seashore in this era, and they are everywhere.

"That's him!"

Chihuaco looked for a long time and finally locked the target. Under the command of the tattooed warrior, the enemy's fleet is quickly restoring order. The old militiaman did not hesitate. He pointed to the red flag and gave a stern order.

"Speed ​​up, speed up, speed up! Speed ​​up and charge in the direction I point to, in the center of the enemy fleet!"

"Speed ​​up and charge!!"

"Hey yo! Hey yo!"

The oarsmen of the fleet shouted slogans, mustered their remaining strength, and paddled desperately. The flagship gradually accelerated, and even the long wind blowing over the bow brought a few sharp whistles.

"Chief, the enemy is coming again!"

On Pikamu's boat, a senior tribal warrior narrowed his eyes and looked at the enemy fleet. This time, the direction of the enemy's attack seemed to be.

"Listen to me, surround it! Ikatas! Charge!"

Pikamu stood at the bow, waving his arms vigorously, commanding the nearby boats. He looked around at the warriors around him, raised a javelin high, and roared like a mountain lion.

"Itaco! Kill!"

"Bang! Bang! Snap! Snap!"

The three large paddle-sailed ships charged forward fiercely and crashed into the group of boats again. This time, the Sri’s fleet was slightly dispersed, and several small boats overturned again. However, the remaining ships did not fall into chaos. Instead, they gathered from both sides under the leadership of several warships and gradually approached the flagship of the kingdom’s fleet.

Seeing this scene, Pikam smiled. However, his smile did not last long, and a rain of arrows shot out from the enemy’s large ship!

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

The Prepecha warriors no longer retained their physical strength and shot arrows frantically to both sides. A dozen Sri warriors fell into the water, and the small boats that approached on both sides paused slightly, showing some hesitation. The tribal warriors on each ship were watching the reactions of other tribes before deciding on the next move. Taking advantage of this gap, the flagship ship exerted its strength again, the speed suddenly increased, and it crashed straight forward.

"Chief! The enemy is coming! Ah!!"

Pikam's eyes widened as he looked at the ship that was getting closer and closer. The bow of the ship flashed a cold golden light, like the fangs of a giant beast. Then, the terrifying beast suddenly arched, making a loud noise, and the poor little boat was completely overturned!