Aztec Eternals

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Long and narrow black shadows rose up in one piece, like the shadow of death, and flew away suddenly. The metal crossbow pierced the sky, and with a deadly scream, it shot towards Tarasco's king's banner!

Seeing the swarms of black dots attacking, Su Angua under the king's flag clenched his magic staff tightly, his pupils contracted suddenly. At this critical moment, he only had time to bow his head, and the sharp arrow came head-on!

"Puff, puff, ah, uh!."

The dying wailing kept ringing around the king, who was his trusted confidant, and there were more than ten guards guarding him. The sharp crossbow pierced the warrior's leather armor and penetrated deeply into their chest and abdomen, and warm blood immediately overflowed from the wound. But the same crossbow arrow fell on the king, but it only hit a muffled sound of "bang, bang".

The low sound of metal clashing echoed in the bronze armor, and the continuous impact forced the king to retreat. In the sneak attack of the crossbow, Su Angua was dizzy from the shock, and his body staggered unsteadily. This wave of arrows was sudden and violent. They are like a rapid shower, coming with the wind, fleeting, taking away more than a dozen lives, and then deeply inserted into the soil around Wang Qi.

Su Angua bit her lower lip hard, and shook her head vigorously. He subconsciously let go of his hands and groped his head and body, but the tentacles were solid and cold. Only then did the young king realize that he was still wearing an extraordinary and sturdy armor suit.

The guards around immediately rushed over. Dozens of warriors held up their shields and immediately covered the king. The second round of feather arrows whizzed over, and was deeply nailed into the thick wooden shield, making a dull "pushing" sound. Su Angua was still in shock. In the past twenty or thirty years, this was the first time 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 Yoku bent down, carefully picked up the fallen scepter from the bushes, and respectfully handed it to the king. Afterwards, while holding up the shield, he squinted his eyes, watched carefully the crossbowman not far away, and then calmly reported back to the king.

"Your Majesty, they are the archers who sneaked up on the Mexica. They hold a huge bow held horizontally, and their range and power are stronger than longbows!"

With anger in his eyes, Su Angua glanced at his cronies who were lying on the ground. The other party had just reported the good news from the north to him and informed him of the arrival of reinforcements, but he was shot dead in front of him. Beside the glaring corpse of the confidant, the inherited eagle flag is still flying, but the soaring eagle has lost its wings. There are more than a dozen arrow holes on the flag, piercing Tarasco's eagle mercilessly!

The king felt a pain in his heart, and the ominous premonition rose again. With a sullen face, he didn't look at the dead guards, but spoke solemnly.

"Yoku, my hound. The copper ax guards are under your command temporarily, and attack these horizontally held archers! This kind of arrow is more lethal, and they cannot be allowed to shoot wantonly!"

"Obey!"

Yuku bowed his head and did not speak too much. With a face like a sculpture, he closed his left eye, stretched out his right arm, and with two quick gestures, he determined the distance between the crossbowmen. Then, he called the captains of the battalions in the Imperial Guard and gave some instructions in a low voice. The copper ax guards who formed the formation quickly dispersed and dispersed into a bow team of two hundred people.

The rain of arrows roared, and feathered arrows and crossbow arrows struck again. Two squads surrounded the king and raised their shields to guard, while the rest of the imperial guards rushed forward, and in a short while they were behind the central army.

Yoku half-bowed, and personally led the two hundred best shooters to the edge of the front line. He ignored the gun formation shouting to fight not far away, and calmly took out his longbow. Full bow, nocking arrows, just aiming a little bit, sharp arrows will fly away like a fright!

A Mexica crossbowman was bowing his head to rewind when he felt a sudden pain in his chest, and there was already half an arrow handle in front of him. The sharp copper arrow pierced him from the front, and with a body that lost his strength, he fell to the ground with a "bang". The crossbow quietly scattered on the ground, and blood gushed out from the vitals. The crossbowman pressed the wound on his chest in vain, looking at the gradually darkening sky. He finally understood that the destination of this life is to be one with the earth.

The hound Yuku had no expression on his face, narrowed his eyes, and shot a feathered arrow fiercely. The surrounding sharpshooters exerted force at the same time, and dozens of Mexica crossbowmen fell to the ground and died. Such a sharp shot quickly attracted attention. But for a moment, Yuku's eyes froze, and he suddenly fell to his side. Dozens of feathered arrows descended on his surroundings with the roar of death. Several Tarasco sharpshooters were unavoidable, and they were killed by arrows in an instant!

The rain of arrows fell to the ground, and Yoku rolled and got up from the ground. He waved hard, and the shooters spread out to the sides, continuing to shoot at the Mexica. The ear-piercing sound of the conch horn sounded from a distance, coming from under the banner of the black wolf. When he opened his big bow again, the opponent's elite crossbowmen had already retreated to distance themselves from Wang Qi.

Yoku deflected the target and shot a pike militiaman casually. The dense gun array is not far in front of you, and the Mexica gunmen have a numerical advantage and are advancing through the gaps in the gun array. Yuku's eyes turned cold, his eyes swept over like a wolf, and soon fixed on a spear captain who was commanding.

The captain of the gun array is at the front and has the best view. The distance between the two was no more than a few dozen steps, the hound shot a half-bow quickly, and the young spear captain fell to the ground with the arrow. Mexica's gun array lost command and temporarily paused. The deputy captain on the other side of the front immediately blew his bone whistle and took over the command of the team. Yuku frowned, and shot a sharp feathered arrow again. The sharp bone whistle sounded only half way before falling powerlessly into the soil. The vice-captain died, and the war priest in the middle of the team once again took over the command and blew a new round of bone whistle. The priest's place is in the center of a closely guarded place, surrounded by shields held high. Yuku frowned deeply, aiming for a long time, before shooting, the howling rain of arrows fell from the sky!

Thousands of Mexica archers approached the front of the formation and began to fire swiftly and fiercely. The pike militiamen of Tarasco's middle army fell to the ground one after another, and even the copper ax guards who raised their shields continued to die. The fierce offensive came like a wave, all concentrated in the most disadvantaged middle lane.

Yuku sighed, and casually shot a militiaman in front again. Then, turning around, he made a distraction gesture to the Praetorians, and waved the yellow flag for free fire. Only then did the peerless warrior settle down, and led the sharpshooters around him to suppress each other with the Mexica archers and shoot patiently.

Tarasco's guards are slightly less manned, but all of them are skilled in martial arts, wearing bronze helmets and shoulder armor. They used armor-piercing copper arrows without hesitation, through the gaps between the small formations, and fought evenly with the larger shooting army.

The bronze spears and batons in the front are brandished, and the bronze arrows and bone arrows in the back alternate. Death swept along with the long wind and fell on every part of the battlefield! Shooting at close range is especially difficult to guard against, so it is particularly cruel. But after two rounds, more than a hundred archers from both sides died!

Shulot silently observed the casualties of the cross-fire, and nodded heavily and affirmatively. The legion participating in the shooting is composed of the royal longbow warriors and their own longbow guards. Although they are good at fighting, they are slightly less elite than the copper ax guards. These powerful guards can go from far and near, but they are especially powerful in close combat. Consuming each other in this way at this moment, the Mexica Legion has the upper hand!

The three armies killed each other and died together. The vast battlefield is boiling against the sky, and the fierce fighting is reaching its climax!

In the war of kings, the elite warriors and militiamen, like roasted pine nuts, make a crackling sound, and then fall to the ground in pieces; while the noble nobles and officers, like fragile tomatoes, Falling down in the rain of arrows, blood spattered in clusters. Boiling sound waves filled everyone's ears, and bright red colors appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Until two "booms" of thunder exploded in the hearts of the warriors again!

"Boom, boom"! The two wooden cannons, which had been silent for a long time, were finally loaded and moved to the left flank where the fierce stalemate was. Under the operation of the craftsmen, the wooden cannon shot obliquely into the rear of the royal warriors from the periphery of the army formation! A dozen Tarasco warriors rolled over and rolled on the ground in pain. The enemy on the left suddenly stagnated, their morale dropped suddenly, and the cascading squads also came to a sudden stop.

Olosh's eyes lit up in the bitter battle. He seized this rare opportunity and once again led hundreds of jaguar fighters from the holy city to break into the enemy's formation. A team of 200 people was suddenly dispersed, and the replacement team was still in chaos for a while. The holy city warriors swarmed up and turned two hundred Tarasco warriors into fallen corpses, gaining the upper hand in the battle from then on!

Under the fierce impact of the Mexica Legion, the remaining 2,000 Tarasco warriors retreated dozens of steps. Then, under the command of the royal commander, they once again gathered into several spear formations, tenaciously blocking the attack of the Holy City warriors. attack.

Hearing the thunder again, Yoku the Hound narrowed his eyes. He squinted his eyes, heard the sound and looked at the right wing of Wang Jun who was under bombardment. After a little judgment, he made a follow gesture to the sharpshooter behind him. Afterwards, the nimble hound bowed its body and quickly moved to the right. After more than ten breaths, the mysterious Mexica wooden cannon appeared before his eyes again. The peerless warrior suddenly stood still, drew his bow, and shot fiercely!

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The sharp arrow shot into the eye socket and pierced out from the back of the head. After the smoking wooden cannon, a craftsman operating the cannon fell on his back and died on the spot. "Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Only then did the warriors in charge deflect their shields, guarding on the right side of the craftsmen.

Witnessing the death of their predecessors in batches, the gunners who operated the cannon trembled and half knelt around the wooden cannon. Most of them were selected from among the artisans, entrusted with important tasks by His Highness, incorporated into the army, and have always enjoyed generous treatment. A young gunner couldn't bear the pressure of life and death, so he stood up suddenly, screaming and running to the rear.

"Whoo, whoo, whoo!" Several more feathered arrows shot towards him, piercing the body of the deserter from the front. The young gunner knelt down on the ground, took one last look at the longbow guards who were supervising the battle, and then lost all vitality on the sidelines.

On the king's battlefield, retreat means death! The guards glanced at the dead body indifferently, then drew their longbows again with serious expressions. At this moment, they entrusted their fate to the Lord God, and bet their only life together with the sharpshooters on the opposite side!

With the cover of the archers, the two wooden cannons were dragged by the gunners and left the dangerous front line. The intense loading begins again. The gunners gritted their teeth and silently prayed to the Lord God, praying for a safe return next time!

Under the handsome flag of the black wolf, Xiulot stands majestically. He is like a wolf king on a mountain peak, controlling the vast battlefield beneath his feet!

This battle was so intense that hundreds of elite warriors died every minute of the battle! The Mexica Legion had the overall upper hand, and Thunder's shelling lasted for two rounds. Tarasco's army is like tough cowhide, still maintaining a stable defense. Although the morale of the enemy army continued to decline, it stubbornly did not collapse. And the king of Tarasco stood behind the central army, and the damaged flag was raised high. Although the royal eagle broke its wings, it never landed!

The young commander hesitated a little. This battle was a full-strength move, and he had overwhelmed most of the chess pieces. At this moment, only the 500 jaguar battle groups in the capital are left in his hands, and he can throw himself into any part of the front line to launch a potentially fatal blow!

Seeing His Highness's hesitation, Bertard knew it in his heart. There was no one else at the moment, he took a step forward and dissuaded in a low voice.

"Your Highness, this is a king's war, and the king's safety is paramount! The enemy's guards still have the strength to attack and let the warriors fight first, and die for the glory of the king!"

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 dyed into a red carpet, and the red carpet was covered by corpses. In this splendid spring, the cold body is stepped into the soft soil, and the nutrients flow into the wilderness. The sound of killing shook the sky, the birds were gone, only the spring breeze remained, changing into deep clouds.

"It's really fertile land. This year's spring plowing will definitely have a good harvest!"

The young king whispered to himself, an invisible transformation was happening quietly on his body. Shulot didn't notice it, but just cast his gaze to the north. In the clearly visible sky, thousands of Tarasco warriors shouted and roared, fighting with Toltek's legion. The flag of the hummingbird stands tall, facing the eagle flag in the south, but it seems to be separated by the furthest distance!

At this moment, under the banner of the hummingbird, an old warrior wearing leather armor and holding a bronze spear was silently staring at the black wolf banner that had surfaced countless times in nightmares several miles away.