Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it is the end of September. The weather is getting sunny, the corn in the fields has grown into cobs, and the final harvest is about to come.
Ospai stood on the wall of the river mouth fortress, looking at the flowing Leman River in the distance, but could not see the shadow of the Mexica fleet.
He frowned and fell into deep thought. According to the latest reconnaissance by the scouts, the enemy camp on the north bank was full of armored warriors with sticks and shields, warriors with spears, and many working militiamen. On the wooden fort in the center, flying Mexican flags were flying high.
Add the flags of the Holy City series. The enemy warriors number in the tens of thousands, and they seem to be the same as before.
"But the main force of the enemy navy is missing."
"Crocodile" the noble raised his head, looked at the sunny sky, and murmured to himself.
Beside him, "Turkey" Kukuna hesitated for a long time before speaking out.
"Dear Russian commander, the Mexica commander on the opposite side should not be underestimated. I am afraid that the main force of the enemy's navy has not returned eastward, but is lurking somewhere downstream, ready to ambush the supporting land division or navy at any time.
!”
Osipai stared with round eyes and said loudly.
"Turkey, I've been fighting for a long time, do you still need to teach me about this kind of thing?! The Otomi people on the north coast know the terrain well and can hide Mexica's warriors and naval forces everywhere. The Otomi warriors are harassing downstream, but
It’s a fishing bait. The fisherman is right behind, waiting for us to take the bait!”
Facing the power of the Northern Marshal, Kukuna looked nervous. He said yes and continued to persuade in a low voice.
"Commander, why are you fighting to the death with the Mexicans? The other side doesn't dare to penetrate deeply from Zacapu State and expose the long retreat. We will just stay in the fortress and wait for the enemy to attack!"
Hearing this, Osipai roared with anger on his face. This anger was not directed at Kukuna.
"The Feathers of Chapala have been clamoring for war all day long, and I can hardly hold it in anymore! More and more nobles are being executed, and local leaders are fleeing one after another, all begging me to send troops to expel the raging Otomi people.
! My officers at all levels are also asking for battle! If I don’t go to war, by the time this battle is over, I will completely lose the support of the local nobles. By then, the king may not be able to protect me, and he may not be willing to
Protect me!"
Hearing these profound words, Kukuna was startled. He thought for a moment and then spoke in fear.
"Captain, the enemy's longbows are fierce! Facing their superiority in bows and arrows, there is no guarantee of victory in a water battle!"
Having said this, Ospai's anger gradually disappeared. He still raised his head and laughed proudly.
"I was personally shot by the enemy's big bow warrior, so how could I not take precautions?"
The leader of the "Crocodile" turned around and looked at the burly warrior not far behind him. This was the blood-stained warrior who captured the Mexican longbow during the last pursuit.
"Herring Kurucha, I gave you all the big boats for renovation. Are they all completed now?"
Kurucha had a hard face and a fierce expression. He bowed his head respectfully and answered.
"Dear Commander, thousands of militiamen are working day and night, and all 400 old-style boats have been renovated and are ready for battle at any time!"
Hearing this, Osipai nodded with satisfaction. He looked at Kukuna and gave the order loudly.
"Cucuna, take the militia to guard the fortress! Don't worry about the enemy's longbows. I have been keeping the ships away from the battle just to give the Mexica people a surprise!"
Then, the "crocodile" noble looked at the clear sky again and laughed loudly and confidently.
"Since the fishermen want to fish, let them catch a crocodile and see who will eat whom!"
On the second day, the water gates of the river mouth fortress were completely opened, and the Tarasco navy finally launched a large-scale attack. After a large-scale search in the Chapala Lake area, the Russians now had a total of 400 large boats and more than a thousand small boats! He
All the northern warships were gathered together, along with 8,000 warriors including the Chapala Corps, more than 10,000 militiamen, and more than 6,000 sailors. The entire army rushed out and surged westwards.
The Northern Marshal is full of pride. He has the advantage upstream, as well as the advantage in ships and troops. At this time, he is about to cut off the Mexican Navy's return journey, launch a decisive battle, and completely annihilate the predicted main force of the enemy's navy!
The boat was sailing quickly, bringing extremely urgent information. Soon, in the Mexica fleet on Lake Eureria, Xurot stood up suddenly. He looked at the bright red sunset, and also looked at the upper reaches of the river in the southeast, where the enemy
The army and navy are only one day away.
The young commander was surprised. He did not expect that the commander of the other side was so decisive. He did not go out, but as soon as he came out, the whole army pressed forward, moving like thunder! He quickly summoned the warriors stationed on the shore, recalled the plundering fleet on the south bank overnight, and concentrated
All forces are ready to fight.
One day later, Mexica's navy gathered at Lake Eurelia. Hulot commanded three hundred large boats and nearly a thousand small boats, ready for battle at any time. The mighty fleet carried eight thousand elite warriors and three thousand long boats.
The bow militia, five thousand civilian sailors, and more than three hundred hastily summoned Otomi warriors were waiting solemnly on the calm lake.
When the autumn sun rises in the sky, the golden sunshine shines brightly, and the endless Tarasco fleet appears in the southeast of the upper reaches of the river. The coaches of both sides have a tacit understanding, and the two largest ships in Central America have
The team finally met on Lake Eurelia at the end of September. A battle that will determine the fate of the world begins!
The fleets of both sides gradually approached, and the flags of the commanders looked at each other in the distance. To the southeast was the flying crocodile flag, symbolizing Xipactli, the original crocodile that devoured the earth. To the northwest was the flying black wolf flag, representing Shulo, the Mexica god of death who enlightened the sky.
Ter. Crocodile vs. Black Wolf, the huge fleet covers the entire Lake Eureria, the war sticks and bronze spears shine with cold light, this will be a mythical battle!
Shulot stood on the altar of the flagship, with a solemn and dignified expression. He was wearing a full set of costumes, a dazzling feather crown on his head, and behind him was a big flag on the high platform. At this moment, the young commander looked at the opposite side even more
The vast fleet swallowed its saliva in an insignificant manner.
"Bertard, tell me, am I taking some risks in this battle?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Shulot tilted his head slightly and looked at the warrior commander beside him, feeling vaguely nervous.
Bertard looked calm. He asked softly.
"Your Highness, this battle is a decisive battle that you have planned for a long time. After preparing for so long, aren't you sure?"
Hearing this, the young commander raised his head, looked at the bright sky, and praised softly.
“What a beautiful sunny day!”
Then, Shulot looked around the fleet again. Hundreds of large boats were spread out with the flagship as the center, and nearly a thousand small boats were swimming on both wings. The warriors held their long bows tightly, held war clubs, and looked solemn. This was a reassuring force.
Annatri holds a spear and stands proudly on the gorgeous boat, with the deputy commander's flag behind her. She is located at the front of the fleet, orderly directing the movement of the boat. This is a trustworthy naval captain!
"The weather is favorable, the strength of the troops is evenly matched, and the morale of the army is high."
Hulot thought for a moment and looked at Bertard again, his expression calm. He finally nodded slowly and smiled confidently.
"In that case, let's fight!"
On the calm lake, the fleets of both sides gradually formed a battle formation. In the water battles of this era, the large canoe was the core of the battle formation, like a ferocious predator. Each large canoe could carry up to forty people.
People have an absolute advantage over the small boats. The small boats are like a school of fish surrounding the big boat, moving flexibly, and each boat can carry eight people.
The three hundred large boats of the Mexican fleet are loosely arranged, and the formation is linearly spread out, with a thickness of only a few layers. The fleet is very large and divided into two obvious formations. The commander of the front formation is the commander of the navy, and the commander of the center is
There are more close combat warriors on the big boat and fewer longbowmen. On the small boats on both wings are the harassing longbow militia and sailors. The rear formation is flying the flag of the commander, and a row of large boats is spread out linearly, densely packed with longbow warriors.
The Taras fleet has four hundred large boats, with a tight formation and well-trained formation. These large boats are very close to each other, which facilitates group charges and takes advantage of local battlefields. The overall width of the formation is not large, but the depth is very thick, like a gun waiting to be fired.
The front arrow is the most common water battle formation of the navy.
Osipai stood high on the flagship in the center. He looked at the formation on the opposite side, and first laughed in front of the generals.
"Mexicans don't understand water warfare! With the blessing of the gods, our army will win this battle!"
Then, he speculated in his mind and smiled. The enemy navy's formation should be convenient for the power of bows and arrows. Unfortunately, he was prepared for it.
The water battle started with a small boat test. Hundreds of small boats sped out, fighting each other in front of the large boats on both sides, colliding and overturning.
In the center of the battlefield, hundreds of small boats were unable to escape and collided with each other. The militiamen and sailors immediately picked up their weapons, shouted loudly, and fought hard. Spears and daggers exchanged blows, and from time to time there were bright red
Blooming, soaked in the clear lake surface. The sharp weapon "puff" pierced into the flesh, screams and pain were heard endlessly, and the soldiers from both sides entangled each other and died.
On both sides of the battle, Mexica's small boat moved flexibly, and the tribal hunters on the boat gave full play to the advantages of close-range bows and arrows. "Whoosh!" Twenty steps apart, several tribal hunters on the boat fired arrows at the same time.
The light was like lightning, instantly shot from between the enemy's shields. The two Tarasco oarsmen fell down at the sound, splashing blood all over the boat, and the boat suddenly stalled. The militiamen on the boat had no choice but to put down their bronze spears and clumsily paddle closer.
, and then was shot down ruthlessly again.
The Russian on the flagship observed for a moment and frowned slightly.
Shields were installed on both sides of the Tarakos canoe, but they could not be completely covered. The enemy's bows and arrows were extremely accurate, and our own losses were obviously greater. In the battle on the canoe, the navy gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Judging that the small boat could not win, the "Crocodile" nobleman no longer hesitated. He waved the flag and ordered the big boat to approach. The war drums sounded, and Tarasco's big boat finally set off, revealing its majestic appearance. The big boat was fully modified, with two sides on both sides.
Nail a large number of wooden shields and build wooden sheds on the sides to resist powerful longbows.
Dozens of large Tarasco boats rushed in first, and hundreds of arrows were "bang bang" nailed to the shields and wooden sheds, but they were unable to cause any damage. The small Mexica boats had to retreat quickly and dispersed to escape.
Standing on the high platform of the large boat in the rear formation in distant Mexico, Hulot saw that the small boats in the front formation were unable to retreat, and the enemy's large boat attacked forcefully. He was surprised for a moment, and finally saw clearly the structure of the enemy's large boat.
Shape. The young commander was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up and he laughed heartily.
"What a surprise! In this battle, the enemy commander should take the lead!"
Tarasco's large canoe group gradually approached, approaching the Mexican canoe group, until it was about a hundred paces away. With an unusually loud trombone sound, the enemy's large canoe group suddenly exerted force, and the oarsmen rowed desperately, starting to
Launch a charge!
Anatri quickly waved his spear flag, and the retreating conch bugle sounded. The Mexica's small boat quickly escaped in the opposite direction, and the loose large boat behind also began to turn and move back.
Osipai was secretly confused. The morale of the Mexica navy was still good and it was impossible for them to collapse at the first touch. He waved his flag and wanted to mobilize fast boats to attack and contain the enemy.
A faint fire suddenly flashed on the opposite side. Mexica's large boat had already crossed the hull. Rows of archers stretched their bowstrings, and then fired arrows vigorously. A low "buzzing" sound sounded. Then, thousands of them
The rocket carried the newly lit paper shell, like a burning meteor, and struck quickly! The rocket flew over a distance of more than fifty steps, and was nailed to the wooden side of the ship, to the wooden shield, and to the wooden ceiling.
The "duh" sound of the film is sharp and harsh, like the announcement of death!
Then, Osipai knew what a truly dazzling meteor was and what a brilliant fireworks was! Countless flames burst and ignited, and the bright fire stung the eyes. The scorching smoke rose rapidly, hitting the sulfur-burning firework.
The breath is like the smoke erupting from the mouth of a demon in a volcano in the west!
In just a moment, before the eyes of the "Crocodile" leader, there was an unforgettable flame. The wooden shed was burning, the shield was burning, the boat was burning, the warriors wearing leather armor were burning, and the militiamen were burning in civilian clothes...
Everything is burning, this is a burning world of death! The warriors and militiamen are like human-shaped torches, letting out mournful howls that fill the sky, and jump into the lake in despair. On the lake with splashing water, there are even burning flowers.
rocket.
There was a "whoosh" sound breaking through the air, and Mexica's rockets struck again. Within a few breaths, more intense flames erupted all over the sky, igniting dozens of Tarasco canoes again!
Faced with this sudden blow, the Tarasco Navy instantly fell into shock and fear. The raging flames burned hot, the pungent smoke swallowed the boats, and the deflagrating rockets could even float on the water! Warriors, militiamen and
The sailors were silent for a moment, and then howled uncontrollably in terror.
"The enemy has summoned the gods, the pagan god of fire has arrived!"
The warriors ran around the ship in panic, looking at the captain's flagship and praying to their gods to appear.
"These are the demons of the Western Volcanoes, they will devour everything!"
The militiamen shivered, threw away their weapons, and crawled on the deck to avoid the choking smoke.
"This is a spirit of fire that can burn on water!"
The sailors turned in panic and tried to escape, but they collided with the big boat behind them.
Only the well-informed generals calmed down a little. They recognized the smell of smoke and recalled the flames of the priests' prayers. Then, they thought of the name of the commander on the opposite side, and finally realized it and screamed loudly.
"It's the God of Death! He can use Nether Fire!"
At this moment, myths and legends appeared in everyone's minds at the same time, dominating everyone's hearts. This was an era of ignorance, and there were too many myths left. Not far away, Giowa, who was on the ship, was also shocked. He
Looking at the flames that did not belong to this era, he muttered to himself in disbelief.
"Original God, does that young man... no, does my eldest brother really have divine power?!"
The raging fire burned on the lake, and the raging heat wave turned into a strong wind, blowing the flag of the Mexica coach. Under the dazzling sunshine, the black wolf on the flag looked up to the sky and roared, and the commander under the flag shone brightly. Shulot looked solemn.
, like the incarnation of a god, staying in everyone’s heart!
This chapter has been completed!