Chapter 589: Confrontation, Divine Descendant Yunshi

"Bang!"

The violent collision sounded in succession on the seven longboats, accompanied by the harsh sound of breaking wooden boards, which made people dizzy.

The warriors on both sides paused for a few breaths before they recovered from the fierce collision. Then, the boiling shouts of killing suddenly broke out around the longboat.

"The Rain God is roaring!"

"The Lord God is supreme!"

"Kill! Kill them! Roar!"

"Dedicate yourself to God!"

The Mixtec warriors roared, holding stone spears, clinging to the low side of the longboat, and jumped into the boat. The Purépecha warriors looked cold and fierce, screaming and stabbing with long spears. In the fight on the boat, both sides rarely wore armor. The head-on collision, the spear tip penetrated the chest, the spear head pierced the throat, life and death was only a moment!

"Stab! Hit!"

The old militia half-crouched, squinted his eyes, and suddenly thrust out the copper spear, piercing the thigh of a tribal warrior. The warrior was swinging his weapon when his legs suddenly lost strength and he staggered. A bloody copper axe immediately slashed across his neck, pulling out a puff of blood mist.

"Sizzle!"

The blood gushed out like a mountain spring, covering the narrow deck. The Purépecha warrior who killed the enemy was about to thank him, but the old militia quietly moved away. He bent his body, stared at the other pair of bare feet, and then stabbed with another spear.

"Kill!"

Puap looked fierce, swung the copper axe, and slashed a Mixtec warrior's shoulder. The axe was too fierce and penetrated too deep into the flesh. The opponent groaned and fell to the deck with the copper axe. Puap's hand was empty, and he was slightly stunned. An obsidian spear stabbed at his neck.

"Hiss!"

The gray earth warrior was sweating, leaning back, and sitting on the corpse in the boat. The sharp stone spear paused for a moment, and continued to move forward without mercy. Then, the stone spear used up all its strength, pierced into the chest and abdomen of a young sailor, and then moved downward.

"Ah!"

"Puff!"

The young sailor died on the spot, and the owner of the stone spear also fell backwards. Puapu sat on the deck, his hands full of blood, and still holding a copper spear he had just picked up.

The battle on board the ship was extremely fierce, and the death was extremely cruel. However, in just a quarter of an hour, dozens of people on both sides died in the battle. More than a hundred corpses piled up in the seven longboats, and the warmth gathered into a berth, making the entire upper deck sticky and slippery.

"What a blind God! What crazy Mixtec people!"

The old militiaman Chihuaco gritted his teeth and squatted in the crowd of people fighting. He suddenly saw the dark snake in the corner, facing an older Mixtec warrior with a terrified face. The warrior smiled grimly and mercilessly raised his sharp obsidian war stick and was about to chop it head-on.

"Puff!"

A shining spear tip protruded from the chest of the old warrior. Accurate, powerful, and just the right amount, it killed him. Then, the old militiaman took a long breath, pulled the spear out of the warrior's back, and gave the curled up dark snake a warm fatherly smile.

"Ha! After two years of rest, you still haven't forgotten this killing skill."

"Toot! Toot! Speed ​​up, support the ship!"

The battalion commander Pimon blew a bone whistle and urged the warriors on the shore. The archers of Purpecha replaced their spears, waded in the water, and supported the nearby ships. A moment later, when the first batch of reinforcements boarded the longboat and thrust out their spears, the Mixtec warriors who had just been shouting and fighting were like being awakened from their fanaticism by a stick, and suddenly realized the reality of heavy casualties.

"Damn Eagle Man! They are guarding the boat, we can't rush it!"

"It's not raining, the power of the Rain God can't help us!"

"We can't win, go, go!"

"Wakahahaha!"

The chaotic shouts came from the mouths of the Mixtec warriors, and then became louder and louder. In just a dozen breaths, the remaining hundreds of enemies let out a hysterical howl, and then collapsed. Many tribal warriors turned around, ignored the bronze spears behind them, jumped into the cold water, and swam desperately to the other side.

". What?"

Chihuaco's hands were stained with blood, holding the bronze spear, blocking the dark snake. He looked at the suddenly disintegrating enemies, and his heart was in a trance, always feeling a little unreal.

"God! Just now we fought so fiercely, and now you're running away? You are really crazy Mixtec people!"

Half a minute ago, the two sides were fighting to the death, evenly matched, and the warriors died on top of each other. Half a quarter of an hour later, just as the reinforcements of the brigade boarded the ship, the enemy completely collapsed and jumped off the ship desperately to escape.

"Bah! Shouting for the gods and stirring up people's hearts, they are only brave for a moment and can't stand a long battle! As long as time goes on and they encounter difficulties, they will reveal their true form as rat fish!"

Pu'apu stood up and spit out a mouthful of blood. He was wearing leather armor, but he was still stabbed twice by the Mixtecs, injuring his shoulder and arm. But at this moment, he had no time to check the wound, but just stared with red eyes and looked around the river carefully.

The remaining Mixtec soldiers abandoned the small boat that could only go downstream and were swimming hard against the turbulent river to the other side. They were perfect live targets.

"Change to longbows! Shoot, shoot these crazy rat fish to death!"

"Yes, captain!"

On the other side of the long river, Yunshi Kawa pursed his lips. He looked at the rapidly retreating soldiers and the gradually red river water, with regrets lingering in his heart. He seemed to have made a mistake, but when he thought about it carefully, there was no better way to avoid it.

"There are not enough boats! Across the river, there are only more than 200 warriors that can be sent out at a time. The Eagle and Tiger people on the opposite side are not the jungle tribes that we fought before. They are very tough, as hard as rocks. Although the two hundred warriors charged in the boats, they were brave as thunder, but they failed to defeat the Eagle people at once, and they immediately ran out of strength. And when the enemy reinforcements came up"

"What if a large group of soldiers crossed the river from the shallow water and went to the other side? Put all the strength at once. If you can't push down the rocks, you will be killed by the rocks! No, I don't know the strength of the opponent. It's too dangerous to do this."

"Leader? Leader?!"

"Hmm?"

Yun Shikawa was lost in thought, and his trusted scout Qiao Ao came up and asked carefully.

"Next, what should the warriors do? The Eagle people on the opposite side did not move, nor did they chase across the river."

"Didn't move?"

Hearing this, Yun Shikawa looked across the river for a while, thinking.

"Well, across the river, it's difficult for us to attack, and it's also difficult for the other side to attack. It seems that the messy militia on the opposite wings don't seem to be very good at fighting."

"Leader?"

"Let's retreat!"

Yun Shikawa made up his mind and gave an order in a deep voice.

"Retreat to the east and set up camp in the mountain stronghold ten miles away."

"Ah! Leader, retreat now?"

"Yes."

Yun Shikawa nodded. He looked at the setting sun in the west and the gradually darkening earth. Although his voice was low, his face was full of the confidence of the descendants of God. That was the divinity in the hearts of the Mixtecs that had not been conquered and still believed in.

"It's getting dark! This is the land we are familiar with, the river we are familiar with! Wait until night, and then we will send a small team of hunters to cross the river from the shallow water and go to harass!"

Speaking of this, Yun Shikawa looked at the three teams dressed differently on the other side of the river, and the corners of his mouth gradually curled up.

"Eagles fly high at night, tigers hunt at night, and rats hide at night. Is the opponent an eagle, a tiger, or a rat? We will know after trying it at night!"