The bright sunshine fell from the middle of the sky, illuminating the ant colonies not far apart on the earth. They were two small and huge legions. The refreshing long wind blew from the sky and the earth, blowing away the rising smoke and dust, bringing
The roar and shouts of the legions.
The Mexican warriors wore bright cotton and leather armor, held shining war clubs and bronze spears, and had indispensable wooden shields and shields tied to their left arms. They lined up in a tight formation and shouted loudly.
Roaring, imitating the cry of an eagle and the roar of a tiger. From time to time, the warrior captain carrying a small flag will lead the team members, knocking on the wooden shield neatly, shouting in unison, intimidating the enemies in front.
The captains of the Temple Legion were even more eye-catching. These fanatical tattooed warriors stood in front of the formation, raised skull-shaped musical instruments, and blew creepy death whistles. The low whistles passed by like wailing ghosts.
As the wind passed by, the Chapala militiamen on the opposite side suddenly became much quieter, and their morale dropped significantly.
In the center surrounded by warriors, is a wooden high platform that was quickly built. At the four corners of the wooden platform are bodyguard warriors holding large shields, firmly guarding the commander in the center. In the center, Shulot is dressed in the fine uniform of a commander, with his head on his head.
Wearing a heavy feather crown, carrying a four-meter-high black wolf flag, and holding an exquisite spear flag, he stood solemnly on the high platform. He was at the most conspicuous height, carrying the tallest umbrella canopy, which attracted all the warriors.
Everyone can clearly see that this is where the military spirit of the army lies!
Beside him were several heralds on standby, holding various small flags. Behind him was a military band with war drums and wooden gongs, horns and conch horns, and bone whistles and bronze whistles in their mouths. They
Be on call at any time and turn military orders into music of different types and rhythms. Military orders don’t need to be sweet, they just need to ring in all directions!
Shulot stood several meters high, with a firm and dignified expression. He stared at the Chapala Army several miles away, quickly assessed the military situation, and imprinted the situation in his heart.
The enemy army was fully deployed, with square and circular formations stationed in place, arranged in a rough line. The size of the Chapala Corps was about 30,000, and the warriors numbered about 10,000. Among the opponent's formations, the most obvious one was
There are four warrior phalanxes. There is a formation on the left and right wings. The warriors on the left are wearing sky blue uniforms and are slightly more in number. The warriors on the right are wearing silver and white uniforms and are slightly less in number.
Shulot observed carefully that the warriors on the left wing had more bronze spears and were in a more organized formation. They were shouting loudly at this time.
"The left wing is more elite. It seems that the enemy forces are more focused on the left side!"
The young commander nodded slightly and made a note in his mind. Then he looked at the enemy's samurai army.
The central army of Chapala's warriors was divided into two formations, the front and rear, with approximately the same number of people. They wore patterned uniforms, like feathers, and were neatly gathered together. Xiulote looked from a distance, and saw the front of the central army.
There are more warriors in the formation, and slightly fewer personal guards in the rear formation. They are like a bird with a big head and a big belly. At the head of the bird is a tall commander's battle flag!
The battle flag was located high on the hill, and its position was extremely eye-catching. The flying flag was embroidered with the gorgeous long feathers of the quetzal bird. The personal guard who was familiar with Tarasco immediately stepped forward and whispered a few words.
The young commander nodded calmly and smiled slightly.
"The prince's commanding banner! Chapala's feathers, we meet again! Congratulations on your promotion, I have prepared a new gift for you!"
Thinking of this, Shulot turned his head with a smile and looked at the two pine cannons behind him. The barrels had been loaded, the muzzles were sealed with cotton, and the fuses were extended long. The gunners around him were carrying tinder.
, also ready.
The young commander estimated in his mind that there were about 10,000 enemy warriors, and the number of people in the four square formations was around two to three thousand, which was enough for him to be able to command flexibly. Then, his eyes shifted left and right, and his pupils shrank slightly.
Surrounding the hill where the enemy commanded the troops were two groups of bow-wielding militiamen occupying the terrain, each numbering about two thousand. The militiamen gathered into a rough square formation and nervously checked the bows and arrows in their hands. They should have undergone effective training.
Xiulote looked carefully at the tiny figures and the wooden bows that were as tall as half a man, and then he felt relieved. Most of these Chapala militia archers had Tlaxcala wooden bows, and a few had simple hunting bows.
The threat to warriors' cotton armor is usually only within thirty steps. Even if they occupy a good location, the effective killing range is only more than forty steps, unless their archery skills are extraordinary.
The Chapala Legion has a warrior phalanx as its core, surrounded by large groups of militiamen and war supervisory teams scattered in groups. Under the leadership of village leaders, Chapala's militiamen gather in villages. They wear commoners and
Holding high stone spears and hammers, mixed with ropes for throwing stones, the formation was loose and grouped. At this moment, the militiamen were shouting loudly and chaotically, fighting against the terrifying whistle of the death whistle. It seemed that the morale was good, but the specific number
But it is difficult to identify.
Shulot made a rough estimate, plus the scouts' reports, and he had a rough idea. There were about 4,000 melee militiamen on the left and right sides of the Chapala warrior phalanx. There were 4,000 slingers and 4,000 melee militiamen in front of the warriors. After adding these,
The four thousand archers in the formation were around 20,000. As for the figures farther back in the military formation, those figures that were far away and flickering vaguely should be logistics civilians without weapons.
After seeing the enemy's arrangement clearly, the young commander no longer hesitated, quickly waved the flag and issued the order. The Mexica Army also adjusted slightly and fully deployed.
Under the banner of Black Wolf, there are three thousand shooting regiments composed of longbow guards, archer warriors, and temple crossbowmen, plus the four hundred jaguar warriors guarding the left and right, serving as the commander's personal army. The main force of the samurai militia
Then they are arranged in sequence in front to form five square formations side by side.
The central army consists of 3,500 holy city warriors with high morale and strict organization. The leader is Orosh, who is roaring and lecturing. On the left and right wings are four thousand spearmen. The spearmen are silent and arranged in a tight and dense formation.
A phalanx of spears, each spear pointing diagonally forward. The left wing was handed over to "Monkey" Kuruka, and the right wing was handed over to the temporarily recalled Ezpan. On the outside, the periphery of the two wings was handed over to the warrior corps of the western city-state, and the left and right sides were handed over to the warrior corps of the western city-state.
There were two thousand people. They held shields and clubs, shouted loudly, and looked quite elite.
For this battle, Shulot gathered the largest force and recruited as many warriors as possible. Four thousand western city-state legions were drawn from the river mouth fortress and urgently transported by the navy. He did not dare to fight against the enemy warriors.
The task was given to these noble private soldiers and asked to deal with Chapala's militia. Facing weak enemies, these city-state warriors could always give full play to their combat power.
Behind the main phalanx, there were three thousand religious legions on standby. The divine warriors stood opposite the temple guards and prayed in low voices at the same time. The praises of the main god echoed in the army, calming the warriors' mood and raising their fighting spirit.
These three thousand fanatical religious warriors are sharp daggers. Once thrust out with force, they will sink into the enemy's body and cannot be taken back again.
Shulot personally told the two generals to put three thousand religious legions in the rear for assault at critical moments. Next to the religious legions, there were two "god-given" weapons, wooden cannons that could make loud thunders.
Tao Tribulus could not perform stably and was not suitable for the ever-changing field battles, so the young man brought these two "big firecrackers".
They are said to be wooden cannons, but in fact they are like oversized shotguns. They can kill civilians within eighty steps, cotton armor within forty steps, and elite warriors with wooden shields and leather armor within twenty steps. It only takes a quarter of an hour.
It can fire one or two rounds. However, the shotgun of the wooden cannon has a larger shooting range and can cover a distance of several steps to the left and right. At the same time, for the enemy encountered for the first time, the huge roar is an absolute blow to the morale, just like a myth.
Coming!
In order to prepare the warriors from various states, Shulot held a grand sacrificial ceremony before the army set off. The wooden cannon was used as a weapon given by the Lord God, engraved with abstract patterns of the God, and flashed in front of everyone's attention.
Liang appeared on the stage. Then, amidst the majestic roar, the warriors were shocked and bowed to the weapon of the God of Thunder. Under the leadership of the priests, they used the fastest speed to transform their fear of the unknown into fear of the gods.
of piety to accept the existence of new weapons.
At this moment, the religious legion is guarding these two weapons given by God, just like guarding fanatical beliefs!
Hulot looked around. There were more than 13,000 warriors, 8,000 spear corps, and two wooden cannons. This was the Mexica army in his hands! He nodded with satisfaction, waved the gorgeous battle flag,
The thunderous war drums sounded immediately. The Mexica warriors lowered their war clubs, and the pikemen raised their spears, and together they marched slowly and neatly towards the enemy on the opposite side.
On the hill opposite, the prince's flag was flying high. "Feather" Peng Guali stared at the black wolf flag opposite, secretly making up his mind. He wanted to wash away the shame of fleeing without a fight and seize the enemy marshal's flag.
Flag, to prove to all Chapala nobles:
"I, 'Feather' Penguari, am a true warrior! A commander who can achieve victory! I am also the well-deserved king of the Tarascans!"
Peng Guali held the magic staff in his hand tightly, and then swung it forward vigorously. His eyes showed a cold light. The enemy had a longbow with a range advantage, so let the militiamen consume all the arrows!
The battle flag of the attack was raised, and the gongs and drums of the attack were sounded. Four thousand Tarasco slinging militiamen lined up in a loose formation and quickly moved toward the Mexica military formation. Then, they took a stand fifty steps away.
He spun the rope in his hand, burst out with chaotic shouts, and threw rocks that were roaring in the sky into the dense military formation.
Facing the incoming lightly-armed slingers, Shulot frowned. He commanded the army to pause, pressed down the warriors who wanted to charge, and maintained an orderly formation. Then, he loudly shouted the order "Raise your shields to defend", and the herald
Raise the flag quickly, run and shout.
In the hearts of everyone, the prestige of the marshal was supreme, and his orders could not be disobeyed. The warriors put up the wooden shields in their hands, lowered their heads wearing rattan helmets, and endured silently in the rain of stones. Occasionally, stones would pass through the gaps and hit.
They were hit on the cotton armor of the warriors, and even on their uncovered faces. After two rounds of stone throwing, dozens of warriors suffered minor injuries, more than a dozen had bleeding from their mouths and noses, and several were seriously injured and died.
Shulot waved the command flag again. The three thousand soldiers strung their bows together, raised their crossbows high, and fired arrows at the slingers a hundred paces away. In just a few breaths, thousands of arrows rained down with sharp cries, covering the sky.
On the same day, he instantly fell into the militia group on the opposite side.
More than two hundred Tarasco militiamen screamed at the same time. They were penetrated by powerful long arrows and were nailed to the ground in various strange postures. They only had thin single clothes and were defenseless against the powerful longbows.
Strength. Once hit by an arrow, it is seriously injured, and serious injury at this time means death! Driven by fear, the stone-throwing militiamen became more loose, and there were vague signs of collapse.
The young commander kept his flag still. The three thousand soldiers fired one after another, and fired three more rounds. The expensive arrows passed through graceful and ruthless curves, fell into the enemy's formation with a "swish", and pierced the bodies of the Chapala militiamen.
More than 400 blood-red flowers bloomed. The four thousand slingers quickly dispersed, turned around and fled to the rear.
Shulot silently counted the enemies left in front of the formation and frowned again. After the first round of shooting, the formation of these militiamen was extremely loose. Four rounds of arrow rain only killed more than 600 people. And the 3,000 crossbowmen
Twelve thousand expensive arrows were consumed, and twenty arrows were exchanged for one militiaman. It was a loss-making business no matter what!
The young commander's face was as dark as water. He commanded the army to continue to advance, and the warriors moved slowly. The enemy's supervising warriors showed no mercy, killing the stone-throwing militiamen who fled first, and forced the militiamen forward again, driving them to continue towards Mexico.
Added military formations to harass.
Shulot waved the command flag. Two thousand five hundred longbow warriors stepped out of the military formation, and fired arrows accurately towards the front from a distance of forty or fifty paces. The longbows fired flatly were powerful, like deadly thunder! It only lasted four seconds.
At the end of the turn, thousands of civilian militiamen at the front died, and together with dozens of Chapala warriors supervising the battle, they fell into the dust. The vigorous vitality flowed, soaking into the blowing clothes, and the wind was full of blood.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Then, loud gongs and drums sounded, and four hundred elite Jaguars rushed out of the military formation and pounced on the stone-throwing militia whose morale had collapsed. Battle sticks
During the sweep, the militiamen twisted and fell to the ground, and the survivors ran back in fear. The Jaguar warriors skillfully waved their war clubs and drove the remaining two thousand defeated soldiers towards the enemy's samurai formation, rushing towards the enemy.
The commander's flag of the Chinese army was raised in front of him. Within forty or fifty steps from the military formation, the enemy archers on the hill fired arrows at the same time. The defeated soldiers fell instantly, and then, driven by the warriors in the front line, they scattered to both sides.
Marching channel.
In this rapid and merciless arrow rain, several Jaguar warriors were also hit by arrows and fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. Seeing the enemy warriors in the front line coming to attack, the elite Jaguar battle group stopped testing and turned around to retreat.
.The enemy warriors only chased them forty or fifty steps, and then, under the protection of the archers, returned to the stable military formation at the bottom of the hill.
Shulot nodded with satisfaction. On the fierce battlefield, only the elite Jaguar warriors could move freely and remain calm at all times. Other warriors could not do this.
Then, he saw the flag on the opposite side waving again, and thousands of militiamen lined up in loose formations, approaching the Mexica military formation. He observed carefully, and he saw that the militiamen in the front rows were holding extremely threatening weapons.
Throwing spears made of wood and rocks was enough to cause damage to warriors.
The young commander had no choice but to wave his hand again, and the longbow warriors continued to fire a shower of arrows, shooting the enemy militiamen into different shapes. From time to time, militiamen rushed to the front of the formation and threw powerful spears, killing the people in the front row.
The warrior was knocked down violently. The bright red spread from the front of the military formations of both sides until the ground was dyed blood red. The miserable howl before death resounded throughout the world, and then fell silent again.
On the opposite hillock, the "Feather" flag fluttered like long feathers, and the warrior formation was as stable as a mountain peak. Among the Chapala legions, dozens of priests raised the blue sacred fire, ignited the swirling sacred smoke, and danced fanatically
Dance. They maintained the morale of the army, sang the praises of the moon goddess Haratana, sacrificed batches of militiamen to his kingdom of God, and prayed for the victory bestowed by the goddess!
The rain of arrows from the archers brought dripping blood, and the thrown spears pierced the bodies of the warriors. In the dazzling blood, the commanders of both sides were heartbroken. It was not until the end of the long trial, the arrows gradually became sparse, that the real fierce battle began.
