The long wind howled, blowing through the miserable howls of the battlefield. The sun shone brightly, illuminating the bright red carnage.
Looking down from the sky, two huge legions let out thunderous shouts, gathered together like ant colonies, and formed a dense formation. The Chapala legion occupied a strategic hillock, and ten thousand warriors were stationed firmly.
Up and down the hills, 4,000 militia archers were preparing with their bows on high places, while 12,000 militiamen in front of the formation went out to harass.
The attacking militiamen were organized into waves of 2,000 people, arranged in loose formations. Under the fire of longbows, they threw stones and stone spears, causing negligible casualties, and were crucified in front of the formation one after another.
The soil was stained with blood. From time to time, the militiamen retreated crying and were gathered by the warriors at the rear. They were forced to move forward again!
Looking at this tragic scene, Shulot had no expression on his face. He looked at the enemy priests dancing wildly on the hillock, listened to the fanatically calling names of pagan gods, and carefully observed the enemy soldiers. With the bonus of religious rituals
, the Chapala warriors on the hill looked calm, not shaken by the casualties of the militiamen at all, as if they were watching a huge sacrifice.
"I really underestimated these Chapala nobles! In order to consume the arrows of the longbow, they directly used the lives of the militiamen to fill them!"
The young commander frowned, and nodded slightly as he listened to the shooting regiment's report on their arrow reserves. Soon, the dense rain of arrows gradually thinned out, and the longbow warriors retreated to the back of the formation, regained their arm strength, and stopped shooting.
Then, Shulot ordered the flag to be pointed forward, fierce war drums sounded, and the warrior formation slowly attacked.
Under the cover of shields, the Mexican Legion moved forward steadily, destroying all enemies in their way! The spear phalanx erected spears like hedgehogs, and the Holy City Legion raised stick shields like river turtles. They were harassed by the enemy militia
Under the attack of javelins and stone throws, they moved calmly and resolutely. Soon, the Chapala militiamen at the front finished throwing their javelins, brandished stone hammers and stone spears, burst out with frantic shouts, and charged fiercely.
Come forward.
Guzman, the spear captain, was wearing paper armor and a rattan helmet, standing in front of the center of the dense spear formation. He had a shield tied to his left hand, covering his companions on the left, and his right hand held a spear high, resting it on the shoulder of the previous companion.
Up. Everyone was crowded together, shoulder to shoulder, with guns in hand, moving forward slowly. From time to time, whistling arrows flew overhead, and then stones and javelins flew over, hitting the strong vines.
On the helmet and thick shield. Throwing stones has no power, but javelins are somewhat dangerous. Occasionally, someone screams and falls to the ground, but you can't see where they are, and you don't know who it is.
Guzman sniffed his nose, which was filled with blood that was too rich to be dissolved, mixed with the familiar smell of sweat from his partners. His feet were sticky, and from time to time he would step on soft things, some of which would move.
But he couldn't stop or look around. He could only look at the enemy directly in front through a limited perspective and direct the gun array to keep moving forward, forward, and forward again!
Once the spear phalanx marches, it will not stop. The rigorous and complicated training in the past six months has made everyone's movements become muscle instincts, forming a complete group. Now, Guzman is the brain and eyes of the phalanx.
. He saw countless figures rushing from the front, saw the thin cloth of the opponent, saw the short stone spears waving, and finally saw the twisted and shouting faces, which quickly zoomed in front of his eyes!
At this moment, Guzman's mind went blank and he couldn't hear anything in his ears. He continued to direct the spear phalanx forward in a daze, until the phalanx suddenly stopped in speed and hit something with a "bang"!
The shrill screams rang in his ears, awakening Guzman who was in a daze. He opened his eyes and looked ahead. There were layers of spears protruding from the front of the phalanx. There were as many as five layers, and they were already strung together.
Two layers of corpses! No, the ones strung on the spears are not corpses, at most they are the corpses of the future. They were still struggling and shaking, still shouting and screaming, still bleeding and crying, and then they were squeezed deeper by the people behind them.
, until there was no movement at all.
Seeing this tragic scene, Guzman trembled. The phalanx stopped moving, and he had already clung to his companions in the front row, pushing the people in front of him forward, and the people behind him also pushed him. Then, in
Under the inertia of long-term training, he suddenly remembered his responsibilities. So, the young captain quickly put the bone whistle into his mouth, blew it sharply and quickly, and shouted indistinctly.
"Dudu, stab! Dudu, close!... Dudu, stab! Dudu, close!..."
The spear warriors in the front row resisted the attacking enemy. The second and third rows of spear militiamen thrust their spears from the gaps in the front row, penetrated their soft bodies, and then pulled them out neatly. The fourth and fifth rows of spear militiamen
Holding the spear high, placing it on the shoulders of the front row, mechanically stabbing down from above diagonally, some pierced the enemy's head, some pierced the thin neck, and most of them stabbed through the air. Five
Further back, the 6th and 7th platoons raised their shields as required to defend themselves against the arrows that did not yet exist. The militiamen further back pressed their chests to their chests and pushed hard with their feet, pushing forward together.
Guzman was behind the fifth row. As the team leader, he kept looking ahead, watching groups of militiamen coming in, groups blocked by gun formations, and then being stabbed up and down by spears from different angles, making different sounds.
Howling. Then, these gradually cold bodies, flowing with still warm blood, died without any resistance, without causing any harm. They either hung on the spears, or fell directly to the ground, and soon became motionless.
Just like during the New Year holidays, turkeys are slaughtered and skewered in batches.
"It seems that I haven't tasted turkey yet...is it also this fishy smell?"
The former gold miner unconsciously licked his lips and tasted the splattered blood. Then, he shivered deeply, his face showing the confusion after the killing.
The Lance Corps maintained an unusual silence, fighting mechanically in silence. Silence is the habit of the Corps, which facilitates the transmission of the captain's orders. The new soldiers thrust out their spears, killing the enemy slowly and effectively, completing the collective killing, and even
Neither of them has ever seen each other's face.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Guzman felt the morale of his teammates, looked at their somewhat straightened eyes, and felt the same confusion as himself. This is the first time for everyone to participate in a large-scale event
In the field battle, it was the first time to engage in large-scale fighting. Life and death were in an instant! He felt the silent atmosphere of the phalanx and felt that he had to do something!
The young captain thought quickly and blew the bone whistle hastily.
"Dudu! Priest, speak and sing!"
The priest accompanying the army in the middle of the square formation was not very young, and he was pushing his companions forward vigorously. When he heard the captain's call, he was stunned, and he sang two familiar chants.
"The Lord God Huitzilopochtli is supreme and omnipotent! Those who believe in God are saved and ascend to the Kingdom of God!... Praise the Lord God! He gives us food, and we will fight for Him!"
Hearing the familiar prayer, the spear militiamen gradually regained some of their vitality. The militiamen chanted along with their spears while killing strange enemies.
"Get saved and ascend to the Kingdom of God! Praise the Lord God and fight for Him!"
The fierce confrontation seemed to last only a moment, and it seemed like a long time passed. It wasn't until the enemy in front of him suddenly let out a cry, then turned around and fled, that Guzman suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He stared blankly at the people in front of the formation.
There were corpses all over the ground. Looking at the teammates in front who were dyed red, they stood blankly for a moment and then murmured.
"I am saved, I ascend to the Kingdom of God...I praise the Lord God, I fight for Him..."
Then, the war drums filled the sky sounded from behind again. Guzman stood up suddenly and put the bone whistle into his mouth again.
"Dududu! Forward, forward!"
Under the banner of "Black Wolf", Shulot stood solemnly on the high platform, looking at the front line of the fierce battle.
The spear phalanx did not disappoint him. The tightly formed phalanx faced the loose enemy militia and was crushed almost completely without any injuries, even suffering fewer casualties than the warriors! Soon, the Chapala militiamen in front of the formation
With a sudden retreat, the spear phalanx advanced again at a rapid pace, but it had the power to break everything!
Under the direct fire of arrows, assassinations by gun formations, and assaults by warriors, the 12,000 Chapala militiamen suffered heavy casualties, and their morale dropped rapidly. They had broken up several times, losing more than 4,000 people. They were densely packed.
Their corpses were scattered in front of the two armies, and they were kicked to both sides by the warriors and militiamen. On the blood-stained grass, spears and war clubs advanced alternately, defeating the enemy militia time and time again.
The last wave of two thousand militiamen rushed to the front of the formation and threw a wave of javelins violently, killing and wounding dozens of Mexica warriors. Then, the warriors of the Holy City let out a shout, and a short but fierce battle took place. It took less than half a quarter of an hour.
, two to three hundred militiamen fell to the ground and were beaten into different wrecks by war sticks. The gun formations on both sides slowly approached again. The Chapala militiamen let out a cry of fear, then suddenly collapsed and moved towards the rear military formation.
Escape.
Chapala's warriors waved flags and bronze spears, shouted guidance, and guided the militiamen to the back of the hill, where the whole team gathered. The warrior formations on both sides gradually approached, approaching each other like long snakes, and they were approaching in the blink of an eye.
Within a hundred steps!
Shulot watched the development of the battle for a moment. Soon, he waved the spear flag forward with force, and a short conch sound was blown, followed by a loud trumpet sound.
The Mexican warriors stopped one after another. They erected tall shields and lowered their strong helmets. They were only fifty or sixty steps away from the enemy in front. The crossbowmen in the rear followed closely behind, breathing heavily.
, and began to shoot upwards. Within a moment, a dense wave of arrows rose from in front of the enemy's formation and pierced the "feather" flag on the hill!
Looking at the oncoming arrow rain, "Feather" Peng Guali's pupils shrank, and he immediately crouched down and hid behind the shield of his personal guard. Immediately, he realized that something was wrong, and stood up naturally, calmly
Looking down. He is located at the highest point of the hill. He is wearing a commander's uniform with a leather armor underneath. He is surrounded by guards raising shields for defense. In fact, there is no need to be afraid of the opponent's arrow rain.
Sure enough, this wave of arrows streaked across the sloping traces, and most of them shot into the heavily defended front line of warriors, but only shot down dozens of Chapala warriors. The slender arrows struck with a "whisper" and were nailed to the raised shield.
It made a dull sound of "duh duh", occasionally mixed with the sound of "puff", as well as the painful cry of serious injury.
Only a few hundred short crossbow bolts could rise high enough to attack the denser rear formation of warriors. The short and thick crossbow bolts "swished" past, across the commander's banner, and nailed it deeply.
into the large shields of the personal guards. Occasionally, a crossbow bolt would pass through the gap and pierce the head and face of the personal guards, bringing down one or two unlucky family warriors.
Peng Guali watched the crossbow bolts whizzing by above his head, his body stagnated slightly, and the expression on his face changed. He took a shield from the bodyguard, covered it in front of him, and then quietly moved away two steps.
Away from the coach's banner.
Then, Commander "Feather" looked at the front of the formation and frowned deeply. Each of the Mexican wings had a dense phalanx of four thousand spears. They easily defeated the attacking militiamen with almost no casualties. This kind of phalanx
Similar to the spear corps formed by King Suangua, but the equipment is obviously much better.
Peng Guali pondered for a moment, then saw that the opponent was within the extreme shooting distance of fifty or sixty steps, then he waved his staff and pointed forward.
Soon, the militia archers on both sides received the order and fired a wave of volleys of feather arrows. Four thousand simple wooden arrows pierced the sky, striking like raindrops in the dense phalanx of spears, inserting into the unshielded spears.
Cheek, instantly knocking down dozens of militiamen. Screams rang out from beside him, and Guzman hurriedly lowered his head and blew the whistle in his mouth.
"Dudu! Raise your shield, lower your head!"
Upon hearing the order, the militiamen in the front raised their shields above their heads, and the militiamen in the rear covered the left and right sides. The spears of the gun array were raised, and the militiamen lowered their heads. The second wave of feather arrows arrived as expected, but it only caused sporadic casualties. The arrows
The rain hit again for two more rounds, and the Mexica crossbowmen at the rear were not polite and responded with a round of longbows. The powerful feather arrows suddenly rose and fell, plunging into the hands of the civilian militia archers, causing one to two hundred casualties in an instant.
There was a sudden howl on the hill!
Seeing the effect of the bow and arrow, "Feather" Peng Guali cursed in a low voice, showing indignation.
"Extra-long bows, super-far horizontal bows, ignited rockets... and now the militiamen are equipped with armor, shields and helmets! How rich is the Mexica Valley?!"
Feather arrows struck again, knocking down all the surrounding archers, and screams surrounded his ears. Commander "Feather" waved his hands impatiently, and his guards went over with bronze spears to silence all the noise. Then, he
The command flag was waved again. Personal guards with five hundred shields were sent to each side to protect the archers who were shooting at each other, while strictly supervising the battle.
Then, Pengguari observed the Mexica legion. Seeing that the arrow rain was sparse again, he finally showed a satisfied smile. When he was at the river mouth fortress, he tried the Mexica longbow and knew that such a powerful
Disadvantages of the bow. Although the longbow has a long range and is powerful, the cost of arrows is very high. It must have a strong wooden arrow shaft and expensive feathers. For this kind of heavy bow, ordinary arrows cannot be used at all.
!
"As long as I use up all your arrows, I will no longer be afraid!"
Peng Guari smiled confidently. Then, his smile suddenly froze and he looked forward in confusion. In front of the military formations of the two armies, the Mexicans held torches and pushed out two pieces of wood covered with copper hoops.
Open your mouth and aim it at yourself!
This chapter has been completed!