Avitt frowned, looked at the enemy who was charging fearlessly, and ordered again.
Immediately, the Longbow Guards quickly retreated and retreated up the hill. They stopped shooting and were recovering their arm strength.
Four warrior battalions rushed down from the mountain, holding shields and sticks, and collided with the oncoming alien mercenaries. In an instant, weapons and shields intertwined, and war cries and roars resonated.
These wild warriors with disheveled hair and messy weapons are extremely fierce. They have almost no defense, only brandishing stone axes and clubs, risking their lives to attack.
Shulot watched a lean Chichimec dog descendant rush forward like a coyote, tightly hugging a warrior's shield. His back was immediately cracked by a war club, and his body was bent.
, still hanging twisted on the shield. The samurai could only throw away the shield in his left hand. Seeing the opportunity, another short canine man waved the stone ax with both hands, and struck the samurai on the waist.
The samurai bowed in pain, pulled out a short blade with his left hand, and stabbed it into the root of the dog's thigh. Blood immediately poured out. The short dog-born laughed crazily, ignoring his wounds, and tried his best to swing the stone ax again. The stone axe
It hit the samurai's head, breaking a deep notch, and the latter died instantly. The dog-born laughed loudly, fell to the ground with no strength, and died overlapped with the samurai, as if he and the Mexica had a life and death relationship.
of hatred.
"It's really easy to kill a person with a disease easily," the young man couldn't help but sigh. The battlefield at the foot of the mountain was only two hundred meters away from him. Looking at the twisted and entangled corpses not far away, he felt a slight chill in his heart.
"It would be understandable if the Otomi and Toltec rebels were so desperate." Shulot thought for a while, "But there is no need for the Chichimec descendants to be so crazy."
"The Chichimecs have always been fearless of death. They are used to death, and death is a part of their lives." Avitt explained seriously as if he had seen through the young man's thoughts.
"These Chichimec descendants are scattered all over the deserts, Gobi and pastures of the northwest. They rarely engage in farming and only chase prey. They hunt deer, bison, wolves, leopards, lions, turkeys, birds, fish and even humans.
, everything that can satisfy your hunger.”
"The canine descendants are divided into tribes, constantly migrating, constantly hunting, and constantly going south to plunder. They multiply rapidly in seasons when food is abundant, and fight each other in days when food is scarce. Old tribesmen will be killed without mercy.
They were driven out hesitantly and became the prey of wolves and other tribes. Years of sandstorms and hunger and cold made them age rapidly. Except for shamans and chiefs, few people can survive beyond the age of forty."
"The life of the canine is like that of a wild beast, and death is all too common. They fight for food and water, for women, and to become the leader. A cold snap, a drought, and a lack of food are the beginning of a great war. The tribes fight.
They will hunt each other and use each other's old and weak to survive the hungry seasons."
After hearing this and looking at the crazy battle below, the young man's scalp felt numb.
"They pose little threat to our city-states and legions, but they often destroy villages on the border. Only the cowardly Otomi people will provide them with food in exchange for peace." Avitt finally looked at these crazy dogs with some contempt.
Descendants.
"That's because they don't have horses, cattle, or sheep yet." Shulot understood clearly. North American bison cannot be domesticated, and the Spanish have not brought horses yet. The Chichimec dog descendants are still at the most primitive stage of the nomadic people.
At this stage, it is not yet a threat to the city-states of the farming people, but it has shown extreme bellicosity and madness.
Once they have horses, allow tribes to move quickly and unite, herd cattle and sheep, increase the population of nomadic tribes, learn bows and arrows, and improve their long-range offensive force, they will become the most persistent border threat to the Mesoamerican farming empire. Just like the rising of the northern Celestial Empire
Nomads.
Hulot knew that later Spaniards would fight the Chichimec War, which lasted for fifty years. During the war, the Chichimecs learned to ride horses, archery, use matchlocks, and even
Survive the epidemic and eventually use the guerrilla warfare of the nomads to force the Spanish to sue for peace.
The Spanish could only use gentle methods, providing free food, tools, livestock and land, and using missionaries and settlements to assimilate the canine descendants. Only after a hundred years did they gradually eliminate the northern frontier troubles.
The boy continued to watch the fighting at the foot of the mountain. In general, the four thousand Mexica warriors still had the upper hand. Shields and leather armor could effectively increase the survival rate, and skilled martial arts could kill opponents faster. But the casualties of the warriors
The ratio has far exceeded that of fighting with spearmen. Almost every five Chichimecs can defeat one samurai.
During the moment of discussion between the two, nearly a hundred warriors had already died in the battle. Looking at the dog-born's unyielding attitude, could it be that a thousand warriors were really going to die? Shulot shook his head. Looking at the tangled battle line again, the longbow warriors
Apparently unable to shoot either.
"The casualties are too great, why not dispatch Jaguar soldiers?" the young man suggested.
Avitt looked into the distance and saw that Tarasco's fleet had just returned to the other side and was loading the third batch of legions. Judging from the situation, they should be warriors holding wooden shields, bronze spears and wearing leather helmets. Now he has another
One thousand jaguars, three thousand warriors, four thousand militiamen.
The commander nodded first, then shook his head. Then several war flags were waved, and war drums were beaten continuously.
A thousand jaguar warriors were like wild beasts that had let go of their shackles. They fiercely rushed into the broken spear phalanx from the flanks, completely scattering the spearmen. Their beast helmets flashed, their mouths imitated the roar of ligers, and their war clubs were like lightning.
They attacked with all their strength. The remaining spear militiamen struggled for only a few breaths, and finally their morale collapsed under the successive blows. Then they threw down their weapons in groups and jumped into the river behind them in despair.
At the same time, three thousand militiamen also came out of the camp, and under the supervision of two hundred commanders and guards, they rushed towards the fighting dogs. The militiamen waved simple stone spears and hammers, passed the samurai group, and quickly rushed to the dogs.
They were on the front line of the battle. Their stone spears could penetrate into the unarmored body of the dog-men, and the dog-men's stone axes could easily knock down the militiamen. The two sides quickly fell entangled with each other.
The four samurai battalions retreated at the same time with a tacit understanding, recuperating their strength while reorganizing their formations. After restoring a certain degree of organization, the commanders of each battalion automatically spread out to both sides, trying to outflank the canine's flanks and back. Command
The official guards also continued to supervise the formation behind the militia to maintain the morale of the militia.
Now, Avit only has three thousand warriors, one thousand stone-throwing militia, and one hundred longbow guards. The third batch of Tarascan fleet is carrying five thousand warriors and is crossing to the north bank.
The commander gave the order again, and the Mexica boat division began to do its best to interfere with the opponent's fleet and prevent the enemy from crossing the river. From time to time, Mexica's large boats launched a charge, ramming into the Tarasco people's small boats from both sides. Then
There was a roar and a huge kinetic energy impact, which knocked the warriors and boatmen on the boat into the river.
Then the oarsmen of the big boat used force again, and the militiamen quickly retreated while fighting. The big boat broke away from the contact before the warriors from other boats gathered. Then they rested for a while, and when the oarsman's strength recovered, they struck again. This kind of attack
The purpose is not to cause too much damage, but to use the advantages of large ships to delay the actions of the enemy fleet while trying to save oneself.
It was only a quarter of an hour before the spearmen collapsed. The siege of them had already entered the end of the killing. The Tarascans had already put down their spears, surrendered, or jumped into the water. The long river behind them made the process of chasing northward become complicated.
It was extremely fast and simple. The casualties among the warriors only occurred in a brief stalemate. In that quarter of an hour, nearly two hundred warriors were killed. And as the Jaguar warriors pounced, what followed was a one-sided killing.
The short conch sound sounded again, and with the battle flag waving, a thousand Jaguar warriors began to restore order. They had the highest discipline, and gradually retreated to the hill and began to regroup. The four thousand warriors who had been pursued had completely dispersed, and they
They fiercely pursued the spearmen who were struggling on the river bank and in the river, and it would take a long time before they could regroup again.
The remaining four thousand alien mercenaries were now completely surrounded by samurai and militiamen. The militiamen were brutally exchanging lives with the canine descendants on the front line. The samurai fought with more and less from the sides and rear, giving full play to the advantages of shields and formations, stabilizing
Harvesting furious enemies.
At this time, Tarasco's five thousand warriors finally began to land, and the elites with shields and spears began to gather closer. Soon, two warrior battalions were formed on the beach.
Avitt ordered again, and the longbow warriors fired rapidly at the warriors of Tarasco within a distance of two hundred meters. They shot 10 arrows per minute, and they lasted up to ten minutes before their arm strength was completely exhausted. It was fierce.
The long arrow was powerful and heavy, and when it hit the warrior's shield, it made a dull sound, and occasionally there was a clanking sound. This was a rare copper shield.
And in the gaps between the shields, from time to time there would be long arrows tearing at the armor, poofing into the flesh, followed by a suppressed howl, and falling to the ground. From time to time, senior warriors would slow down their firing rate, aim carefully for a moment, and then
An arrow flies forward, shoots into the enemy's face, penetrates the head, and kills with one blow.
Facing the scattered elite warriors holding shields and armor, the longbow's kill rate was reduced to only 10%. In five minutes of rapid fire, about 500 Tarasco warriors fell to the ground, dead or alive. The commander sent out
The last three warrior battalions were formed, guarding the Longbow Guards, waiting for the attack of the enemy warriors.
The thousand jaguar warriors who returned to the hill had just finished forming their team. Each of them took all three spears, pulled out one and inserted it into the spear thrower, and then trotted towards the flank of the Tarasco warriors until they were thirty paces away.
, then he roared fiercely and threw the spear in his hand. The heavy spear drew a clearly visible curve, but with irresistible kinetic energy, it penetrated the wooden shield with a click and penetrated into the enemy's chest and abdomen.
The powerful momentum caused the warrior who was shot to fall to the ground instantly, and the thick spear tip caused serious wounds. The person who was shot was either seriously injured or died immediately. Only the copper shield could barely defend. Just the first round of spear throwing, two people were killed.
A hundred warriors fell to the ground, a full 20% killing efficiency.
The Jaguar warrior took a short rest on the spot and inserted a second spear to prepare. Suddenly, a sharp conch sound was heard from the south bank, which was an order to retreat. The Tarasco captain parked on the shore immediately reloaded the samurai who had just disembarked.
.These warriors waved the bronze spears in their hands unwillingly, and then, under the loud orders of a certain commander on the big boat, they returned to the boat with unwilling faces.
Bertard glanced at the Tarascan command ship for a moment, then moved away helplessly.
He randomly found a warrior who was roaring loudly, brandishing a spear in demonstration, and shot him to death. The big boat was a full 250 meters away from him, and the enemy commander carefully hid in the escort.
It is still moving and drifting, and there is no certainty of hitting it.
The Jaguar warrior's second round of throwing spears only hit the tail, and the third round was even less successful. The archers fired at the ship for another five minutes until they lost their strength. Tarasco's fleet had already set off back south, and was on the shore.
Less than a thousand samurai corpses were left on the side, so the loss was stopped in time.
The southbound boat didn't care about the pike militiamen struggling to get closer in the water, and just left these empty-handed consumables to the Mexican fleet that was still harassing them. The Mexican boat division did not continue to fight with the boat carrying warriors.
The team was entangled, but they just gathered on the river near the north bank, easily harvesting the remaining soldiers in the water.
The waves gently submerged the fallen warriors, then curled up and carried some away, while the rest gently showed their heads, as if they were bloody ornaments decorating the afterglow of the battlefield.
The remaining two thousand foreign mercenaries finally woke up from their frenzy. Looking at the fleet, the remaining Otomi and Toltec rebels completely lost their morale. They turned around and knelt down, helpless.
Kneel down and surrender, then wait for a head-on blow without mercy.
In this brutal two-quarters of an hour of fighting, Mexica lost a full 300 warriors and nearly 1,200 militiamen. The militiamen fled for a time, and the commander's guards in the rear mercilessly killed nearly a hundred people before driving the militiamen away again.
Come forward.
The last nearly a thousand canine descendants howled like coyotes, which was the sound they were most familiar with in their hometown. The howl of the wolf, as a battle cry, accompanied every Chichimec all the way. They were born with the howl of wolves.
, mature, mate, and fight, and those who are lucky enough to be old enough can face the end of falling into the belly of a wolf.
The canine descendants finally charged frantically towards the commander's flag on the mountain, and the commander's guards were also forced to join the battle.
Shulot watched the last canine die fifty steps away from him. One of his arms was broken by a war stick, and an arrow from Bertard was stuck in his back. His mouth was tightly bitten by a militiaman.
On their necks, the two of them hugged each other to death, with a strange and twisted smile on their lips.
The young man shook his head. The dog-born's last struggle took away five hundred militiamen and more than fifty warriors. The Mexican warriors had gradually found a way to deal with the dog-born: the nearby warriors cooperated with each other and formed a tight line.
Form, use multiple shields to protect, use more to hit less. Then swing at the canine's head or neck, trying to kill with one blow, without giving the opponent a chance to struggle to the death.
"Avit, let the warriors spare their hands and leave me some pike captains." Shulot said, grabbing the commander's arm.
"Do you want to form pikemen?" Avitt broke away from the serious command, with a smile on his lips.
"Yes. There are many gold and silver mines in the Mexica city-states. I am going to recruit a group of miners to practice." The young man smiled confidently and pointed to the spears scattered on the ground. "Just now there is a batch of bronzes.
Gun head."
"Okay. It's up to you." Avitt laughed, "Thanks to the longbow warriors you formed this time, their lethality and explosive power are shocking! Bows and arrows can also break the opponent's formation and take the initiative in tactics. I
I like this unit very much and we must prioritize expanding their size."
"Okay! When this battle is over, we will continue to make longbows." Xiuluo nodded, and then looked at the battlefield where the dead were lying. The warriors were standing in the blood, shouting and cheering, demonstrating to the retreating Tarasco fleet.
."Is the battle over?"
"The battle is over." Avitt looked towards the Tarasco Camp on the south bank of the river.
The flag of King Tarasco is still flying. Under the flag are a series of camps, tens of thousands of warriors wielding bronze spears, militiamen all over the mountains and fields, and small boats carrying food on a distant lake.
"But the war has just begun!"
This chapter has been completed!