Chapter 177: Great victory! The end of the water battle
The setting sun is like blood, soaking in the lake surface that is also filled with blood. It is such a magnificent picture that makes people feel heart-shaking. The warm wind is like fire, sweeping through the lake that is also spreading fire, and such an exciting melody makes people feel heroic.
At this moment, the fighting is coming to an end, and the outcome is already determined! This is a decisive battle of unprecedented scale, bringing together the two most powerful naval forces in Central America. The outcome of this battle determines the strategic initiative up and down the Leman River, and also determines
The fate of the families and countries of both sides in the Western Expedition!
For this battle, Shulot made the greatest preparations. He gathered 300 large boats and nearly a thousand small boats, fully loaded with 20,000 warriors. He brought with him a loyal guard camp, an elite royal regiment directly under the royal family, and good archers.
Longbow militiamen. He waited for favorable weather, selected the battlefield for the battle, and also used new weapons that had been hidden for a long time. The Mexicans have always focused on the army, and this is the largest fleet he can assemble!
For this battle, the Russian faction also made the greatest preparations. As people of the lake who are good at water warfare, the Tarasco people have a stronger navy. The "Crocodile" nobles conscripted the Quetzeo Lake area and investigated
He gathered all the warships in the Para Lake area and even up and down the Leman River. He gathered a total of 400 large boats and more than a thousand small boats, fully loaded with 25,000 warriors and militiamen who were good at water warfare. He occupied the warships and
The advantage in military strength comes from the upper reaches of the river, and the entire country is dispatched!
As a naval commander who has been in battle for decades, Osipai did not make any strategic mistakes. He concentrated the most advantageous troops, launched the fastest attack, and also made advance preparations for longbows, completely
He did his best. In his calculations, the superior Tarasco Navy would win the decisive battle, which was the biggest reason why he resolutely launched the decisive battle.
"It wasn't until the weapons of the new era brought blazing fire and the Tarascan navy fell into a long chaos in fear of the myth that we really had a chance to win!"
Shulot stood on the high platform, with the Black Wolf's flag flying fiercely. As a fledgling commander, he reflected on the entire war process and learned from the enemy's marshal's experience.
"Even in the face of the epoch-making gunpowder arrows, the Russian faction made the most correct response and rushed forward without hesitation. He is a respectable opponent! In this battle, I actually won by luck. If the opponent
I have seen the power of gunpowder arrows in advance. If Chapala's fleet had not escaped, and if that arrow had hit me...but there are no ifs in war, I will win after all!"
Thinking of this, the young commander laughed loudly, his spirits were high, and the joy of defeating a powerful enemy reverberated in his heart. In front of him were the "crocodile" flag that collapsed, the enemy warriors fighting in despair, and the fleeing militia boats.
.After the grand and cruel battle, the glorious victory finally arrived!
"The strategic purpose of this battle has been achieved. The Mexican navy has since controlled the upper and lower reaches of the Leman River. The navy that Tarasco had accumulated for decades was destroyed in one day, and all the elite navy was lost!"
Shulot looked around and saw a total of four hundred mighty Tarascos. At this time, less than ninety of them could actually escape.
These large boats can carry forty people for combat, and the manufacturing process is complicated. They can no longer be regarded as simple canoes. They need to cut down large trees as keels, carefully process the strong wood, and add various wooden components to the outside. In this country with low productivity
In that era, even if the Tarascans had copper tools, they could not immediately build any large boat within two or three months. At this time, they did not have a lot of manpower for shipbuilding. In other words, Tarascan
Sco's navy losses could not be recovered from this war.
Along with the loss of Tarasco's fleet were samurai militiamen who were skilled in water warfare.
The young commander looked around for a moment and made a mental calculation. The more than 300 large ships and hundreds of small boats left by the Tarascans on the battlefield meant the loss of more than 13,000 warriors and militiamen, and the associated losses.
Three to four thousand skilled sailors. After this battle, the river mouth fortress will fall into absolute emptiness, which is a good opportunity to seize it!
Hundreds of large boats were burning on the lake, and countless enemy boats fled southward in a hurry. The naval boats on both sides began to actively pursue them. The strong wind brought warmth to the face, and in the sound of the wind was the faint sound of fighting and cheering.
Shulot was admiring this magnificent scene. At this moment, he was full of pride and joy, just like drinking strong wine, galloping on the battlefield, using his troops to destroy the enemy. There is nothing more refreshing for a man than this!
After a while, the sound of fighting in front gradually weakened, and the cheers of the warriors suddenly became louder. After a while, Annatri came proudly in a boat. She held a broken half-pole flag in one hand, and dragged a tied flag with the other.
The warrior captured and strode to the commander's high platform.
"Your Highness, this battle is a great victory! I, the 'Source of the River' Anatri, present to you the flag of the enemy's commander!"
The female warrior raised her head and saluted. Immediately, she stepped forward and threw the broken "crocodile" flag onto the commander's high platform.
Shulot lowered his head slightly and looked at the damaged "crocodile" flag, the withered flag tip with long feathers, and the blood-stained dark pattern. It was the flag of the commander of the boat that had chased him! He stared at it for a moment, but did not reach out to pick it up.
Instead, he laughed loudly.
"Very good! Anatri, my brave naval commander, the navy will be able to move up and down the river from now on, without any enemy blocking it. Now, you are the 'only source of the Leman River!'"
Hearing this, Annatri was startled for a moment, bowed her head respectfully and saluted. She readily accepted the title bestowed by His Highness, and acquiesced to a closer affiliation. Then, she stood up and dragged the warrior captive behind her to His Highness. Then she
, the female warrior used two precise kicks to kick the opponent's back knees hard, and the prisoner fell to his knees, unable to stand up for a moment.
"Your Highness, this is the family general of the enemy commander and the warrior chief of the family warriors. What is his name called Qingyu! He is very good at fighting. He led the family warriors to fight to the death of the rear palace, allowing the enemy commander to escape by chance... By the way, shoot
The hidden arrow that injured the Holy Eagle Warrior Chief was his fault!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this point, the female warrior angrily raised her foot again and quickly kicked the prisoner on the side. This is a fragile vital part of the human body, "Herring" Kurucha
In an instant, his upper body curled up in pain, his teeth bit his lip, and he remained silent.
Xiuluo nodded. From time to time, there were bursts of covering smoke on the battlefield ahead. Although he noticed the small boats escaping behind the enemy ships, the front army was blocked by the family warriors who fought to the death, and soon lost all traces of the "Crocodile" nobles.
. He ordered the small boats on both sides to pursue and search, but he didn't really care about the result.
The Chapala fleet fled downstream without engaging in battle. It was obvious that its morale was depleted and it was unable to support the river mouth fortress in a short period of time. The Russian faction abandoned the flagship and fled alone, which had no impact on the war situation. The "Crocodile" nobles lost their navy.
Even if the main force and elite warriors managed to escape back to the river mouth fortress, they would no longer be able to assemble a naval force that would threaten the food routes in Mexico.
Shulot no longer thought about it and looked carefully at the samurai prisoner in front of him. Although the prisoner's head and face were dusty and dusty due to the smoke and fire, he could still see the fierceness and ferocity in his bones.
The young commander looked towards the lake, where there were scattered large boats of Tarasco that were desperately resisting. They should all be the most loyal family warriors. He pondered for a moment and spoke calmly.
"The most important warrior in the alliance. Since you are a family warrior leader who is good at fighting, are you willing to surrender?"
Hearing this, Krucha raised his head and stared at the Mexica marshal who defeated the family leader. He was surprised by the youth of the other party, and once again thought of the pursuit that he almost succeeded. His expression changed for a long time, and finally he sighed in pain.
"It's you! If it had continued that day... how could we have today..."
Shulot smiled faintly.
"Qingyu, the alliance aims to conquer the world! This Western Expedition will completely conquer the Kingdom of Tarasco. If you surrender now and perform meritorious service in the Western Expedition, you will be able to create your own glorious family!"
Hearing this, Kurucha felt cold in his heart, but his expression became even colder.
"The kingdom has been established for hundreds of years, and the Prepecha people have been passed down for thousands of years. They will never be destroyed by the Aztec barbarians! I will never betray my loyal family master and surrender to the messenger of the alien god!"
Xiulote looked calm and shook his head gently. The Prepecha people and the Mexica people are of the same lineage. In fact, they are both descendants of the northwest canine branch. Even their languages are very similar. He looked at the other person's expression and after a while,
Then he asked in a deep voice.
"The most important warrior in the alliance. Do you have anything else to say before heading to the Kingdom of God?"
Kurucha nodded to confirm and answered in a deep voice.
"Your Highness, the Ability God, please allow me to think of a poem dedicated to the God."
Xurot nodded slightly and waited calmly. Anatli also showed appreciation. A warrior dying calmly is in line with the Mexica aesthetics.
After a while, Kurucha straightened his waist and looked at the sky with a faint smile.
"The body of a warrior is like a sweet white bass, which should die in the most glorious way at the strongest time. O supreme Sun God, I will dedicate myself to you, please taste my sweetness!"
Hearing this poem, the surrounding warriors expressed admiration.
Shulot nodded again before calmly giving the order.
"Give him an honorable death!"
Two senior warriors came up from both sides and dragged Kurucha to another boat. Then, one warrior held him firmly while the other took out the obsidian dagger for sacrifice. After a while, the executioner warrior
Returning respectfully, he knelt on one knee in front of His Highness, holding his peaceful head in his hands.
Shulot took one last look at the calm face and recited an ancient poem in a low voice.
"A warrior is like a withered flower, going to the Kingdom of God calmly and calmly."
Then, the young commander looked solemn and shouted loudly.
"Place the head on the enemy commander's flag, recruit the enemy warriors who are still resisting, and intimidate all the prisoners of Tarasco!"
The executioner's warrior bowed respectfully, grabbed the damaged "crocodile" flag, and left quickly.
Then, the young commander waved the command flag again and shouted the order.
"The two-winged boats and small boats sailed upstream to pursue the fleeing enemy arks! The boats in the front surrounded the recalcitrant enemy ships, and those who were unwilling to surrender fired their bows and arrows! The boats in the rear salvaged the warriors who had fallen into the water, and extinguished the small fire of Taras.
Ke Dazhou, treat our wounded and lightly injured prisoners! The other flagships are left and right, follow me to take stock of the battle situation!"
Following Shulot's order, the loud horn sound sounded again, like a declaration of victory. Order boats were sent in all directions. Soon, the Mexica Navy was like a huge feathered serpent, spreading its wings and roaring upstream.
pursuit.
Until then, Annatri lowered his head slightly and asked softly.
"Your Highness, how is the injury of the Holy Eagle Warrior Commander?"
Shulot pondered for a moment and smiled slightly.
"Bertard is behind. His life is not in danger. Annatri, please go and visit for me."
The female warrior happily agreed, bowed her head and hurried away. She walked quickly on the shaking deck and found her target in a short time.
The samurai commander was lying stiffly on the cotton blanket, with his muscular upper body half exposed, and his back where he was hit by an arrow was wrapped in white cloth. There was a slight trace of blood on the white cloth. It seemed that the wound had been treated and the bleeding had been stopped.
Annatri looked at the location of the wound carefully, then put on a proud look and asked loudly.
"Chief of the Holy Eagle Warrior, Your Highness asked me to come and visit you. Are you in serious trouble?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Bertard slowly raised his head and looked at the female warrior calmly.
"Annatry, I'm fine. The military priest has checked it. Although the arrow penetrated deep into the flesh, the damage to the muscles and bones was not significant. I didn't cough up blood, and my lungs were not damaged. Don't worry... Anna
, you are the commander of the navy, go quickly and command the navy to fight and chase down the remaining enemies!"
Hearing that the muscles and bones were damaged, Annatri stepped forward and carefully checked Bertard's back. The warrior commander was in pain again, clenching his teeth and sweating slightly on his forehead.
After a while, the female warrior stood up proudly and spoke loudly.
"I have herbs passed down from my clan, and I will bring them to you later. You are one of the few warriors who can compare with me. You must fully recover from your wounds to avoid being ineffective in fighting in the future!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Then, the corners of Anatri's mouth turned up, his eyes narrowed, leaving Bertard with an illusion-like smile, and turned around and left without hesitation.
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"When you recover from your injuries, I'll come back to check your martial arts skills!"
The wind howled and the boats galloped until night fell. Hundreds of Mexican boats headed south, still chasing the enemy, lighting up dots of torches in the distance. But on the dark Lake Eureria, there were still
The boat is burning on the lake. The flickering torches and the burning boat correspond to the stars in the sky, reflecting the most gorgeous night scene in the Middle Ages.
Shulot sat cross-legged on a high platform, watching the fireworks at night. Warriors who were searching the battlefield kept coming, saluting respectfully and reporting. There were also enemy nobles, big and small, being escorted over and then imprisoned together. As a commander, all
All military intelligence is gathered here, and all decisions are made from here.
The young commander smiled and nodded. He sincerely praised the generals for their courageous fighting, calmly decided the final fate of the prisoners, and calmly accepted the sincere admiration of the warriors.
It wasn't until dawn the next day that the final results were calculated. In this battle, the Mexican Navy captured nearly a hundred damaged Tarasco ships, and the remaining two hundred large ships were turned into torches that burned all night.
.The navy itself also suffered the loss of forty or fifty large ships, and now there are a total of three hundred and fifty large ships, half of which need to return for repairs. The small ships are relatively well preserved, and hundreds of them were captured before and after, and now there are one thousand two hundred.
number.
As the morning light fades, Lake Eureria is dyed a light red. There are corpses in leather armor or cloth floating on the water. Countless large carnivorous fish come smelling the blood, and crocodiles like dead trees are biting and floating in the water. This is
In the First World War, the enemy's casualties were truly countless.
Xiulote could only make an estimate based on the enemy troops who escaped. The total number of Tarasco's army plus navy was about 25,000. The Chapala fleet that fled north consisted of 80 large boats and hundreds of small boats, about
There were about 5,000 people, evenly divided between warriors and militiamen. Only a few hundred small boats fled south, and it was estimated that there were more than 3,000 militiamen. Among the prisoners captured were 500 warriors and 2,000 to 3,000 militiamen. So, a total of 10,000 enemy troops were killed.
Four thousand warriors, militiamen and sailors, the entire legion was completely wiped out!
In a water battle, except for the commander who was defended by everyone, ordinary warriors had almost no way out. Once a ship engaged in a battle, it would always end with everyone on one side killed, so it was extremely cruel. The Mexican navy also suffered many casualties.
The main focus was on the desperate assault of hundreds of Russian ships. The navy killed nearly a thousand longbow militiamen, thousands of sailors, and more than 2,000 direct royal warriors. Thousands of others were injured and needed a good rest.
After learning the number of casualties, Hulot was silent for a moment. He spent half a day and held a grand water sacrificial ceremony in accordance with Mexica tradition.
In the ethereal singing of the priests who accompanied the army, dozens of Tarasco nobles were sacrificed to the supreme god, and dozens of freshly caught crocodiles were sacrificed to the underwater rain god. Tens of thousands of Mexica warriors knelt down
On the deck, loudly praising the victory granted by the Lord God, praying for the opening of the door to the kingdom of God. And in the young priest's prayer, the Lord God will lead the souls of the war dead to the peaceful and beautiful red kingdom!
After calming the morale of the army, Shulot stopped pausing. He left the seriously injured warriors and militiamen in the nearby Otomi village, leaving a naval force to respond to the plundering Otomi army. Immediately, the army marched day and night to return.
Wooden castle on the north shore.
On the wall of the main castle, the flags of the Holy City were still flying high. Shulot and his father had a separate meeting and made a decision. He left the direct samurai regiment that had experienced the war in the wooden castle to recuperate, and asked his father to be responsible for the subsequent rewards.
and reorganized, and stepped up efforts to repair the damaged large ship. Then, he asked Annatri to work tirelessly to lead part of the intact navy back east, transport the next batch of food, and then receive the reinforcements promised by the northern general.
Immediately, Shulot mobilized 10,000 warriors and 8,000 spear militiamen who had been resting for many days, and brought 5,000 Ottomi civilians with them, and launched another attack. The main army was in a strict formation, carrying long bows, powerful crossbows, and war clubs and bronze spears.
The civilian husbands worked diligently, dragging small catapults and simple shield carts. The craftsmen looked nervous, carrying new weapons that were sealed and preserved, and unassembled gunpowder raw materials. The young commander did not stop, concentrated all his strength, and did not give up.
Any time the Tarascans gather their forces!
Within a few days, more than 20,000 Mexican troops crossed the river and marched south, besieging the fortress at the mouth of the river. The northern front was completely shaken!
