The loud shouts of killing echoed on the lake, drowning out the howling wind. The burning smoke floated up into the sky, blocking the bright sunshine. The space between the sky and the lake was full of murder and darkness.
Shulot once again stood on the high altar, receiving cheers from the guards. Teres held up a large shield as high as a person, took over the position of the warrior captain, and covered him. The young commander looked around,
Distinguish the noisy battlefield and judge the progress of the battle situation.
Directly ahead, nearly a hundred large boats led by the Russians had already assaulted within thirty or forty steps, and were fighting with the Mexican Navy's front line. The Crocodile Marshal's flag was flying high, and dozens of boats were rowing desperately.
The sturdy boat, carrying the most elite family warriors, broke through the obstacles and rushed towards Black Wolf's flagship again.
Annatri, the commander of the front line, turned back again and looked at the stable flagship in the rear. She saw His Highness standing again and felt a little relieved. She did not see the tall and calm warrior commander, who was full of worry.
Immediately, the female warrior glared ahead, remembering the sneak attack on the opponent's flagship, and her anger erupted like a volcano.
"The shameless rat fish who shoots hidden arrows!"
Anatli pointed his spear, led dozens of surrounding large boats, accelerated forward, and slammed into Tarasco's flagship. The two large boats collided violently, and the vigorous female warrior shouted loudly.
The gun rushed forward. She was walking on the ground on the shaking deck. With a stab of the three-meter spear, she cleverly bypassed the shield and stabbed to death a Tarascan warrior who was blocking the way. Then, she identified the commander of the opponent.
, approaching again with guns raised.
Osipi half-crouched on his knees to stabilize his body on the swaying boat. Then, with a quick glance, he identified the leader of the other boat, a female warrior wielding a big gun. The "crocodile" noble did not hesitate and touched her from the waist.
He took out an expensive copper axe, took a step forward, and threw it away with all his strength.
Annatri stepped forward quickly, always looking at the opponent's commander, and her pupils suddenly shrank. She jumped back like a butterfly, tilted her body quickly, and then swept hard, deflecting the whistling axe. The copper
The ax whirled and struck the side of the big boat with a "click" sound. It penetrated half an inch into the wood. The female warrior was hit by this force and fell lightly back into her boat.
Anatli stared at the expensive hidden weapon throwing ax with wide almond eyes, furious.
"Ratfish! Still attacking!"
Osipai gave a fierce "poof" and spitted blood. He did not respond and took out a copper ax again.
The confrontation between the captains of the two naval divisions lasted only a moment. As soon as the two gorgeous boats stabilized, the samurai on board immediately rushed to fight together. In order to support the captains, nearly a hundred large boats around them came close to each other and collided with each other on the lake.
They were connected to a flat ground and could no longer move. Then, nearly two thousand warriors from each side, wearing different uniforms, stabbing spears and swinging clubs, entangled and killed each other.
These warriors are the elite beside the commander. Most of them are loyal and brave, and they fight swiftly and fiercely. At this critical moment of the battle, there is a bit of madness in the fighting.
Sixty-seven Tarasco warriors formed a small formation, alternating bronze spears, and stabbed three Mexica warriors to death one after another. When another Mexica warrior saw this, his eyes turned red. He suddenly threw the sword forward.
Then he held the shield and rushed forward desperately. The war stick attacked, and the front bronze spear on the opposite side was thrown into confusion, and then was knocked away by the rushing shield. Several bronze spears from behind stabbed randomly one after another, and finally bypassed the shield.
The edge of the sword stabbed into the warrior's thigh with a "puff". The warrior screamed in pain, and with his free right arm, he circled around several bronze spears and refused to let go.
The opponent's spear array suddenly stopped, and the Mexica warriors from behind quickly approached. In close combat, Tarasco's bronze spear could no longer play its role. The obsidian war club swung vigorously, hitting the opponent's gun accurately.
The head and neck showed the simplicity of hard work. In just a dozen breaths, the Tarasco warriors opposite were hit on the side of the face, their throats were cut, and they died one after another on their backs.
When the warriors looked back again to check on the teammate who had been hit by the spear, they saw that he had already opened his eyes and collapsed, with a pool of blood under his body, and was motionless. His right arm was still surrounded by several bronze spears, and he refused to let go. The warriors
However, after a few breaths of silence, he turned around again and headed towards the center of the chaos.
At the center of the chaotic battle, more elite Tarasco warriors formed a spear array of bronze spears, showing great power on the narrow canoe. A Mexican longbow warrior looked at his companions who were stabbed to death one after another.
With his eyes red, he directly lit the rocket in his hand and threw it towards the dense gun array. After a moment, the gunpowder exploded rapidly, igniting several Tarasco warriors in the center, and the gun array suddenly dispersed. The burning warriors were miserable
Howl came out, let out an inhuman howl, and then jumped into the lake.
The warriors of Tarasco were burned many times, and after suffering heavy losses, they finally understood the principle of releasing the fire demon. They also imitated the fire demon and rockets on the opponent's deck, and imitated the ignition of the paper gunpowder shell.
, and then threw them at the place where there were more Mexicans. Some bronze spear warriors hesitated for a moment and turned themselves into torches. More warriors threw them in advance, and the gunpowder arrows detonated with delay, rolled around, and then
Burning without distinction between friend and foe.
Soon, raging flames ignited everywhere and gradually spread on the hundreds of closely connected ships. Then, the remaining rockets on the deck exploded one after another, slowly lighting up an extremely huge torch. Even more fierce smoke rose.
, completely dyeing the flags of the naval commanders of both sides black.
Looking at the spectacular fireworks in front of him, Shulot stood solemnly on the high platform of the big boat and continued to issue instructions. The flag bearers waved the flags, the short conch sound conveyed the instructions scattered to both sides, and the forward-circling flags commanded.
The way forward.
The Black Wolf's flagship slowly retreated, commanding the longbow guards on dozens of large boats behind it, and steadily fired towards the enemies farther away, setting fire to the Tarasco large boats that were coming one after another.
Then, dozens of large Mexican boats in the center spread further to both sides to avoid the increasingly grand torch. More than a hundred large boats on the two wings moved forward to drive away the random collision of small boats. Then the slender warships
Accelerate all the way, go around the enemy's rear, and use rockets to ignite the Tarasco's large ship, which is still in chaos.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! More than 500 Mexican boats followed the movement of the big boat, gradually unfolding from the chaotic wings. The boat group was like a swaying school of fish, moving flexibly.
The longbow militiamen on board used their superb bow skills to shoot enemy warriors at close range.
Under the command of Shulot, two battlefields gradually formed on the lake, one in front and one in the back. The battlefield in front was surrounded by flames, and the navies of both sides fought fiercely. The commander of the navy personally rushed to the front. The battlefield in the rear was blazing with flames, and Taras
The Navy suffered a unilateral attack and was unable to recover from the chaos.
As for the small boats fighting on the outer periphery, they had no impact on the overall situation of the battlefield. At this time, no one was paying attention and they completely lost their command. The militiamen gradually slowed down the brutal fighting. The Mexican boats were swaying in circles, and the Tarasco
The small boats began to flee south sporadically. Among the people fleeing south, a blood-stained small boat was inconspicuous, but it rowed very fast and accurately fled to the mouth of the river upstream.
On the battlefield in the rear, following the call of the Russian guards, Peng Guali, the commander of the Chapala Army, finally woke up from the stupor of fear.
He looked at the fighting battlefield in the distance. The crocodile coach's flag had been submerged in thick smoke, which seemed quite ominous. He looked at the burning boats everywhere, and the Mexica navy quickly approached from both wings, one after another throwing out the Netherworld.
Huo. He looked at the eager-looking bodyguard again. His face was uncertain, and there was murderous intention in his eyes.
The Russian bodyguard looked anxious and made a sincere request again.
"Dear Chapala Feather, the marshal is fighting at the front, only a few dozen steps away from the enemy's flagship. The Chapala Army in the rear has more than a hundred large boats! Please lead the rear army to charge quickly, we still have
Chance to win!"
Hearing this, Chapala's Feather looked majestic and was silent. He looked around and saw the warriors of the legion controlling the boat, with low morale. They looked panicked and were waiting for the commander's order in uneasiness.
On the periphery of the fleet, small boats from Mexica kept coming quickly, shooting out long "whooshing" arrows, and then turned and fled. The angles of these long arrows were quite tricky, and from time to time they penetrated the shields and shot the exposed Chapala warriors.
Death. In front of both sides, a similar number of Mexican ships gradually approached, shooting out waves of terrifying rockets, igniting the outermost ships. And further ahead, there were still hundreds of enemy ships.
The boats spread out into a loose front.
"Where is the chance of victory here? Where is the chance of survival? The Chapala Army cannot be completely lost here!"
Peng Guali thought quickly. He was also a general who had gone through battles. As long as he suppressed his fear of the unknown in mythology, he could make wise decisions.
"It will take three or four days to escape southward upstream, and you will inevitably be pursued by the Mexican navy. The slower boat will suffer a lot of damage! And once the marshal survives and returns to the northern defense line, liquidation and accountability are inevitable...
Then, the vitality lies in the north downstream!"
Thinking of this, Chapala's "Feather" nodded and looked at the Marshal's guards with a smile.
"Okay, let's charge north!"
The regiment commander's flying bird flag finally waved, and the rapid drum beat, conveying the order to speed up the north. Peng Guali's boat gradually accelerated. The remaining boats found the backbone, and swarmed around, heading north together.
More than a hundred large boats and more than 300 small boats, fully loaded with the Chapala Legion, rushed to the battlefield in the north. This is the last strength of the Tarasco Navy!
Shulot's pupils shrank when he saw more than a hundred large boats rushing towards him.
"The Tarascans are so selfless!"
The young commander still had two hundred large boats under his command. Although he could win the battle, he would probably lose many warriors. He waved the battle flag again, and the large boats on both wings turned back, and the large boat in the center gathered towards the rear.
, formed a tight formation.
Shulot stood solemnly and waved the flag again.
"Boom, boom, boom!" Thousands of long-bow guards set up their bows and fired arrows, and the continuous rain of fire shot at the approaching enemy ships, setting more than a dozen large boats on fire. A moment later, there was another round of explosive rain of fire, and they were taken away.
The same number of enemy ships.
Nearly a hundred large Tarasco ships were as fast as the wind, approaching the front line in a moment. The Mexican navy accelerated its contraction and gathered into a group, ready for battle at any time.
At this moment, the piercing sound of conch trumpets sounded from the enemy fleet, and a flag with a bird painted on it turned half a circle, pointing slightly to the northwest. On the big boat under the flag, the Russian bodyguards covered
Holding his chest, he looked at the distinguished Captain Chapala in disbelief, and was then thrown into the lake by several warriors.
Peng Guali's eyes were deep and cold. He glanced at the "crocodile" flag a hundred steps away, lowered his eyes, and had mixed emotions. The high flag was fluttering in the blood and fire, and the northern marshal was still fighting on the battlefield. He stood quietly.
For a moment, Captain Chapala continued to wave the battle flag, pointing again to the northwest river mouth.
Under the command of the legion commander, the charging fleet adjusted its direction slightly without any pause. They followed the diagonally pointing flag, deviated from the main force of Mexica's large boats, rushed through the enemy's defense line in an instant, and continued in an arc.
Moving forward. Soon, the huge fleet of ships passed through the front battlefield of the battle like wind, speeding towards the lower reaches of the Leman River.
Shulot was stunned for a moment and understood instantly.
"Go with the wind and the current, increase the speed to the fastest, and go straight downstream... This is to escape!"
The young commander quickly waved his command flag, and the third round of rockets was fired again, taking away more than ten large boats. However, the remaining Chapala fleet did not stop, and fled into the mouth of the river leading downstream at the speed of a charge.
Shulot looked at the fleet that was chasing after him, and then at the battlefield where they were still fighting. Then, his eyes stayed on the lake not far away. Many warriors struggled to swim, and many warriors were only slightly injured. The young commander thought of the downstream again.
Due to the unknown and complex hydrology, we made a decision not to divide our forces to pursue them.
More than 80 large boats carried half of the Chapala warriors, and more than 300 small boats carried less than 2,000 militiamen. They escaped from the battlefield of blood and fire. In front of them was their hometown in the lake area.
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Shulot commanded the fleet again. Black Wolf's flagship gradually moved forward, and the large ships on both wings also moved closer to the burning battlefield. His eyes looked through the drifting smoke to the center of the battle again.
In the surrounding flames, the Russians waved their bronze axes and shields, colliding with Anatri's spear. The navy captains of both sides fought fiercely again.
The female warrior stabbed accurately with her spear, and the "crocodile" nobleman remained half-calm and blocked it accurately with his large shield. Then, Ospie's eyes widened, and he advanced steadily, constantly slashing at the gun shaft with his copper axe. Anatri was careful
He drew his gun to dodge, and shot backhand from time to time to force his opponent back. The two captains were equally skilled in martial arts, and they were helpless for a while.
Seeing that no breakthrough could be made, Osipai shouted loudly.
"Herring, spear!"
Hearing this, Herring Kurucha let out a low roar. He turned sideways and resisted a blow from the Mexica warrior's war club, and the leather armor on his chest was cut by "Cila". Then, he half-held the gun barrel and quickly
He thrust out two short spears, piercing deeply into the opponent's side, and screams of agony immediately rang out.
Kurucha turned around without hesitation, not caring about the life or death of his enemy. He glanced quickly, then rushed forward two steps, held the gun back again, and stabbed the female warrior from the side and rear.
Anatri was forced to retreat quickly, and the guards around him came to support, but they were all stabbed to death by Kurucha one after another. Under the joint attack of "Crocodile" and "Herring", the female warrior was quickly at a disadvantage, and the situation was full of dangers.
Seeing this, Shulot on the high platform looked solemn. He took out his long bow and drew it, attached a bronze arrow, and aimed forward with squinted eyes. After a while, when the female warrior was forced to retreat again, the young commander suddenly let go,
The long arrow arrives like lightning!
Ospai let out a cry of pain, and the bronze ax in his right hand fell. As he was rushing forward, a bronze arrow suddenly struck. The precise bronze arrow passed through the gap in the shield, broke the armor of his right arm, and penetrated deeply.
Nearly an inch. He had been hit by an arrow in his left arm and had to nurse it for several months. Now he was hit by an arrow in his right arm and could no longer fight for a while.
Thinking of this, the "Crocodile" noble looked towards the direction of the bow and arrow and roared angrily.
"Ratfish! How dare you sneak attack!"
Seeing that the commander was injured, several of the surrounding guards immediately stepped forward with shields to cover the commander's withdrawal. Several more warriors formed a spear formation to hold back the vigorous female warrior.
When Kuruca heard the cry, he looked around for the sneak attack enemy, and was immediately shocked. He carefully identified the fleeing Chapala fleet, and saw the Mexica boat approaching from both sides, and hurriedly returned to the injured
Next to the coach.
"Captain, the situation is critical, retreat quickly!"
Osipai stared at his beloved general with round eyes.
"How can we retreat! We still have the Chapala fleet and a chance to win!"
"Captain, the Chapala Legion has escaped! This battle is lost!"
The "crocodile" noble stood up in disbelief. He looked directly behind him, and saw only countless burning boats, as well as scattered small boats. He then looked to the side and in front, and saw the burning boats one by one, extending out a costly road.
The escape route. At the river mouth at the end of the road is the last shadow of the boat, and the flag of the flying bird can be vaguely seen.
Ospie roared angrily, then his chest hurt, his throat felt sweet, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood.
"Ratfish! Ah, poof... They are the ones who are going to fight, and they are the ones who escape first... How can the crocodile and the ratfish collude in big things!"
"Crocodile" the nobleman was still shouting angrily, his face was blackened by the fireworks. Several screams were heard again not far away. Ospai looked closely and saw that the lingering female warrior had stabbed several warriors one after another.
Die, and then rush again.
"Commander, retreat quickly! Take off your marshal's uniform, change to a light boat, and leave the battlefield southward. The river mouth fortress can still be held, I'll take the rear for you!"
Kurucha knelt down on one knee, with a look of death on his face. He made a final courtesy, then raised his spear again and attacked Anatri.
Osipei stretched out his painful arm, but failed to catch the departing warrior. Kurucha rushed forward bravely, leaving only his back.
"Herring...you..."
The loyal family warriors looked at each other and quickly took off the "Crocodile" family leader's battle clothes. Then they pushed and shoved the leader into a small boat specially prepared for the flagship, and a few rowing guards got on board. The rest
The family warriors gave a final salute, saying goodbye to their masters who had been loyal to them for generations, and then returned to fight.
The fire was raging, shrouding the central battlefield in smoke. Although the leaving boat attracted attention, it was quickly obscured. A sharp conch sounded from the big boat with the "Crocodile" flag, two consecutive blasts, conveying the message.
Two contradictory orders. One is for the entire army to retreat, and the other is for the rear to fight!
On the battlefield, the remaining Tarasco navy paused after hearing the sound. The boats and boats paused for a moment, and then made different choices. The loyal family warriors continued to control the boats and fought behind the scenes at the risk of their own lives. The conscripted militiamen rowed
The boat fled to the south without hesitation.
Hundreds of small boats escaping south were like panicked schools of fish, traveling in an orderly manner and intersecting trajectories. In the chaos, a brand new boat quickly sailed into the fleet of boats escaping south. Under the cover of countless small boats
, this small boat disappears from the eyes of those who care about it, and it is no longer distinguishable.
On the fleeing boat, Osipai's face was ashen and his heart was cut like a knife. He finally looked at the battlefield in the north. He saw the century-old "crocodile" flag crashing down, the warriors of the three thousand families withered away, and the two-hundred-year-old inheritance
The glorious family was destroyed in one fell swoop! Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get wet in his eyes and shed "crocodile" tears.
At the end of his escape into the southern river mouth, the "Crocodile" noble turned and looked back, remembering the flag of the Black Wolf.
"We will meet again!"
Osipi looked sad and swore in a low voice.
Under the flag, the young commander felt something. With a victorious smile on his face, he looked towards the southern mouth of Lake Eurelia and the river mouth fortress a hundred miles away.
"We will meet again!"
Shulot was full of ambition and laughed loudly.
The long wind blew across the burning lake, etching all the oaths and jokes in the wind of history, just like this water battle that decided the world!
