"Swish, swish, swish!" Long and narrow black shadows rose up in sheets, like the shadow of death, and suddenly flew away. The metal crossbow arrows pierced the sky, and with a life-threatening scream, they shot towards the king of Tarasco.
flag!
Seeing the swarms of black spots coming towards him, Su Angua, under the king's banner, clenched his staff tightly and his pupils suddenly shrank. At this critical moment, he only had time to lower his head and bow, and the sharp arrows came towards him!
"Puff, puff, ah, uh!..."
The dying wails kept ringing around the king, who were his trusted confidants and the dozen or so guards who were guarding him. The sharp crossbow arrows pierced the leather armor of the warriors and penetrated deeply into their chests and abdomens.
Warm blood immediately overflowed from the wound. But when the same crossbow bolt fell on the king, it only made a muffled sound of "bang, bang".
The low sound of metal collision echoed in the bronze armor, and the continuous impact forced the king to retreat. In the sneak attack of the powerful crossbow, Su Angua was shocked and dizzy, and his body staggered. This wave of crossbow arrows suddenly struck.
Violent. They were like rapid showers, coming on the wind, fleeting, taking away more than a dozen lives, and then piercing deeply into the soil around the royal flag.
Suan Gua bit his lower lip and shook his head vigorously. He subconsciously loosened his hands and groped around his head and body, but there was a solid coldness at his tentacles. Only then did the young king realize that he was still
Wearing an incredibly strong suit of armor.
The surrounding guards immediately rushed in. Dozens of warriors held up their large shields and immediately covered the king. The second round of feather arrows roared in, driving deeply into the thick wooden shield, making a dull "duh" sound.
Suangua was in shock. This was the first time in the past twenty or thirty years that he was so close to death!
The young king's eyes were blank. He looked at his empty hands and asked subconsciously.
"What's this?!"
General Yuku leaned down, carefully picked up the fallen staff from the grass, and handed it to the king respectfully. Then, while holding up his shield, he squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the crossbowman not far away, and then
Report back to the king calmly.
"Your Majesty, they are the archers of the Mexica sneak attack. They carry a huge bow held horizontally, and its range and power are stronger than the long bow!"
With anger in his eyes, Suan Gua glanced at his cronies lying on the ground. The man had just reported the good news from the north and informed him of the arrival of reinforcements when he was shot to death in front of him. Next to the dazzling corpse of his cronies, the eagle of inheritance
The flag is still flying, but the soaring eagle has lost its wings. There are more than a dozen arrow holes on the flag, which ruthlessly pierced Tarasco's eagle!
The king felt a pain in his heart, and an ominous premonition rose again. He had a sullen face, did not look at the dead guards, and just said solemnly.
"Yuku, my hound and the Bronze Ax Guard are temporarily under your command to attack these cross-held archers! This kind of arrow is more lethal, we cannot let them shoot at will!"
"As you command!"
Yuku bowed his head in salute without saying too many words. His face was like a sculpture, he closed his left eye, stretched out his right arm, and made two quick gestures to determine the distance between the crossbowmen. Then he called for the guards.
The captains of each battalion gave a few instructions in a low voice. The formation of the bronze ax guards quickly dispersed into a bow team of two hundred people.
Arrows roared, and arrows and crossbow bolts struck again. Two small teams gathered around the king, raising their large shields to guard. The rest of the guards moved forward quickly, and in a moment they were behind the central army.
Yuku half-hunched his back and personally led two hundred of the best archers to the edge of the front formation. He ignored the gun formations not far away who were shouting for battle, and calmly took out his longbow. He fully loaded the bow, nocked the arrow, and just took a slight aim.
, the sharp arrow flies away like a thunderous giant!
A Mexica crossbowman was lowering his head to cock the bow when he felt a sudden pain in his chest. There was already half an arrow shaft in front of him. The sharp copper arrow penetrated him from the front, and with his body losing strength, he fell to the ground with a bang.
Above. The large crossbows were quietly scattered on the ground, and blood suddenly gushes out from the vital parts. The crossbowman pressed the wound on his chest in vain, looking at the gradually dimming sky. He finally understood that the destination of this life is to become one with the earth.
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The hound Yuku had no expression on his face, narrowed his eyes, and shot out arrows fiercely. The surrounding sharpshooters fired at the same time, and dozens of Mexican crossbowmen fell to the ground dead. Such sharp shooting quickly caused a stir
Pay attention. Within a moment, Yuku's eyes froze and he suddenly fell to his side. Dozens of feather arrows descended around him with the roar of death. Several Tarasco marksmen were unable to escape. In an instant,
Killed by an arrow!
The rain of arrows fell to the ground, and Yuku rolled up from the ground. He waved vigorously, and the archers spread out to both sides and continued to shoot at the Mexica people. The piercing sound of the conch horn sounded in the distance, floating under the flag of the Black Wolf.
Come. When he opened his big bow again, the opponent's elite crossbowmen had already retreated back, keeping distance from Wang Qi.
Yuku deflected the target and casually shot a spear militiaman to death. The dense spear formation was not far in front of him. The Mexican spearmen had a numerical advantage and were advancing through the gaps in the spear formation. Yuku's eyes turned cold.
Sweeping like a wolf, it quickly settled on a spear captain who was taking command.
The captain of the spear formation was in the front and had the best view. The two were only a few dozen steps apart. The hound fired a half-bow, and the young spear captain fell to the ground after being hit by an arrow. The Mexican spear formation lost command and temporarily stopped.
The vice-captain on the other side of the front immediately blew the bone whistle and took over the command of the team. Yuku frowned and shot a sharp arrow again. The sharp bone whistle only sounded halfway before falling weakly.
into the soil. The deputy captain died. The war priest in the middle of the team once again took over the command and blew a new round of bone whistles. The priest's position was in the center of strict guarding, surrounded by raised shields. Yuku frowned deeply and aimed for a long time.
, before the shot was fired, the roaring rain of arrows fell from the sky!
Thousands of Mexican archers approached the formation and began to fire flexibly and fiercely. The spear militiamen of Tarasco's central army fell to the ground one after another, and even the bronze axe guards holding their shields were killed one after another. The ferocious offensive was like
They came like a wave, and they were all concentrated in the middle lane, which was the most disadvantaged.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yuku sighed and shot a militiaman in the front line again. Then, he turned around and made a distracting gesture to the guards, and shook his head again
The yellow flag for free shooting was raised. The unrivaled warrior calmed down and led the sharpshooters around him to suppress each other and shoot patiently with the Mexica archers.
Tarasco's guards have a slightly smaller number of people, but they are all skilled in martial arts. They wear bronze helmets and shoulder pads. They use armor-piercing copper arrows without hesitation to penetrate the gaps between the small formations and shoot with them.
The larger shooting regiment fought evenly.
Bronze spears and war clubs were waved in the front line, while bronze arrows and bone arrows were fired alternately in the rear line. Death swept with the long wind and descended on every part of the battlefield! Shooting at close range was especially difficult to guard against, so it seemed particularly cruel. But two
At the end of the round, more than a hundred archers from both sides died!
Shulot silently observed the casualties of the shooting, and nodded heavily and affirmatively. The legions participating in the shooting were composed of the royal family's longbow warriors and their own longbow guards. Although they were good at fighting, their elite level was slightly less than bronze.
The Ax Guards are superior. These powerful guards are capable of both distance and close combat, and are particularly strong in close combat. By consuming each other in this way at this moment, the Mexica Legion has the upper hand!
The three armies fought against each other and died together. The vast battlefield was filled with rage, and the fierce fighting reached its climax!
In the war of kings, elite warriors and militiamen are like roasted pine nuts, making a crackling sound before falling to the ground in pieces; while noble nobles and officers are like fragile tomatoes, falling on sharp blades.
They fell down in the rain of arrows, and blood splattered in groups. Boiling sound waves filled everyone's ears, and bright red colors appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Until two "boom" thunders exploded again.
Ring in the hearts of warriors!
"Boom, boom"! The two wooden cannons that had been silent for a long time were finally loaded and moved to the left wing where the fierce stalemate was taking place. Under the operation of the craftsmen, the wooden cannons shot from the periphery of the military formation at an angle into the rear of the royal warriors.
!More than a dozen Tarasco warriors rolled over and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground in pain. The enemy on the left wing suddenly stagnated, their morale suddenly dropped, and the team that was running in layers also came to a sudden halt.
Orosh's eyes lit up during the bitter battle. He seized this rare opportunity and once again led hundreds of Jaguar warriors from the Holy City to break into the enemy's formation. A team of two hundred people was suddenly scattered, and the replacement
The team was still in a brief chaos. The Holy City warriors swarmed forward and turned the two hundred Tarasco warriors into fallen corpses, thus gaining the upper hand in the battle!
Under the fierce impact of the Mexican Legion, the remaining two thousand Tarasco warriors retreated dozens of steps. Then under the command of the royal commander, they once again gathered into several gun arrays, tenaciously blocking the Holy City warriors' attack.
attack.
Hearing the thunder sound again, the hound Yuku's eyes shrank. He squinted his eyes, heard the sound and looked towards the right wing of the royal army that was under bombardment. After a moment's judgment, he made a follow gesture to the sharpshooter behind him. Then, flexibly
The hound hunched its body and moved quickly to the right wing. Within a dozen breaths, the mysterious Mexican wooden cannon appeared in front of him again. The incomparable warrior suddenly stood still, drew his big bow, and shot fiercely!
"Boom! Puff!" A sharp arrow shot into the eye socket and penetrated from the back of the head. Behind the smoking wooden cannon, a craftsman who was operating the cannon fell on his back and died on the spot. "Boom!" Continuous arrows were fired.
When the gunfire arrived, more than ten gunners were killed by arrows. The warriors in charge of the formation deflected their shields and guarded the right side of the craftsmen.
Witnessing the deaths of their predecessors in batches, the gunners who were operating the cannon were trembling all over, half-kneeling around the wooden cannon. Most of them were selected from the craftsmen, entrusted with important tasks by His Highness, incorporated into the army, and have been enjoying generous treatment.
.A young gunner couldn't bear the pressure of life and death, and suddenly stood up, screaming and running to the rear.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Several more feather arrows came quickly, piercing the deserter's body from the front. The young gunner knelt on the ground, took one last look at the longbow guards supervising the battle, and then tilted his head.
Lost all vitality.
On the king's battlefield, retreating means death! The guards glanced at the dead bodies indifferently, then looked seriously and drew their longbows again. At this moment, they left their fate to the Lord God and the sharpshooters on the opposite side.
, bet your only life together!
With the cover of the archers, the two wooden cannons were dragged by the gunners and left the dangerous front line. The intense loading began again. The gunners gritted their teeth and prayed silently to the Lord God, praying for safety next time.
Return!
Under the commanding banner of the black wolf, Shulot stands majestically. He is like the wolf king on the mountain, controlling the vast battlefield beneath his feet!
This battle was so fierce that hundreds of elite warriors died every minute of the battle! The Mexican Legion had the overall upper hand, and the thunderous bombardment lasted for two rounds. However, the Royal Army of Tarasco
Like tough cowhide, it still maintained a stable defense. Although the morale of the enemy army continued to decline, it stubbornly did not collapse. The king of Tarasco stood behind the central army, with the damaged flag raised high. The majesty of the royal family
Although the eagle broke its wings, it never landed!
The young commander hesitated for a moment. This battle was fought with all his strength, and he had already pressed most of the chess pieces. At this moment, he only had the 500 Jaguars in the capital left in his hands, and he could put them into any position in the front line.
, launch a potentially fatal blow!
Seeing His Highness's hesitation, Bertard understood clearly. There was no one else around at the moment, so he took a step forward and whispered to dissuade him.
"Your Highness, this is the king's war. The king's safety is paramount! The enemy's guards still have the ability to attack... Let the warriors fight in front and die for the king's glory!"
Shulot closed his eyes slightly and nodded slowly. He looked down at the land in front of him. The blood bloomed into flowers. The flowers were spread into a red carpet, and the red carpet was covered by corpses. In this brilliant spring light, the cold body was covered by corpses.
Stepping into the soft soil, the nutrients flowed directly into the wilderness. The sound of killing shook the sky, and the birds disappeared. Only the spring breeze remained, changing the deep clouds.
"It's really fertile land. This year's spring plowing will definitely produce a good harvest!"
The young king whispered to himself, and the invisible transformation was quietly taking place in him. Shulot didn't notice it, but just cast his sight to the north. In the clearly visible sky, thousands of Tarasco warriors shouted,
Roaring, they fought with Toltec's legion. The hummingbird's flag stood high, far away from the eagle flag of the south, but seemed to be the farthest distance apart!
At this moment, under the hummingbird flag, an old warrior wearing leather armor and holding a bronze spear was staring silently at the black wolf flag that had appeared in nightmares countless times a few miles away.
