Aztec Eternals

Avit stood on a high place, commanding the battle with a calm expression. Behind him is the mountain camp that has been set up, and the flags of commanders at all levels are flying on the camp. Now he has a thousand jaguar battle groups, 10,000 directly subordinate warriors, 1,000 city-state warriors, 4,000 militiamen, and 8,000 boat divisions.

Shulot leaned beside him, watching the wonderful battlefield while learning the experience of command, and came up with some crooked ideas by the way. Behind him are more than a hundred longbow guards.

The drumbeat of the attack continued to sound among the hills. Immediately, the two large flags waved to both sides, and the four Mexica warrior battalions split into two wings and rushed down from the hill.

The young man saw that the warriors were divided into flexible squads and surrounded the small formations on both sides of the pikemen one by one.

He saw a small formation of Tarascos of two hundred men assembled just off the ship. Sharp spears gathered together, shining like bronze in the sunlight. Dozens of Mexica warriors were provocative in front, shouting loudly, waving their weapons, while holding their shields high, approaching carefully, luring the opposite guns to point forward.

At this time, two hundred warriors had quickly passed through the two wings of the spear formation. As soon as the gun array pointed forward, a centurion led by a senior warrior immediately launched a charge from the flank. Using their shields as their guide, the warriors crashed into the spears quickly and fiercely, penetrating deep into the enemy's army and disrupting the formation of the spearmen. Then the short stick slashed obliquely from top to bottom, and mercilessly hit the spearman's unprotected back. Take advantage of close quarters to kill enemies with long soldiers.

At the point of the first charge, the pikemen in the first few rows were in chaos and fell down one after another. Only a few rows of long gunners in the back barely reacted and began to stab from the rear. This kind of stabbing is difficult to defend, and it is also enough to break through armor. Soon, several warriors were shot and fell down.

At this time, the second centurion finally circled to the back of the gun array, and the warriors launched a second charge. Charges from behind were devastating, and the formation of pikemen was not thick enough to engage multiple sides. At this time, the spearmen in the back row who were attacking the front had no time to turn around to fight, and they all fell down with sticks. They died instantly, like ice and snow melting into boiling soup.

Seeing the chaotic array of guns ahead, the dozens of warriors who were the first to lure the enemy no longer hesitated, and immediately rushed forward with their shields, tearing the soft body with sharp stone blades. Under attack from three sides, Tarasco's gun array quickly scattered, morale dropped rapidly, and then collapsed. The uncoordinated long spear was powerless, and it weakly brushed against the leather armor of the close warrior, and then collapsed under the close combat of the warrior. The spearmen were like fragile withered grass, which broke under the batons one after another, and withered silently in the wind.

The young man watched with interest the nimble attack of the warrior team, which was an imitation of a pack of coyotes hunting. To wipe out a small spear formation of 200 people, the casualties of the Mexica warriors were no more than ten.

Centuries are led by veteran warriors. These battle-hardened rank-and-file officers are the backbone of the army, controlling the smallest tactical units. They are experienced, similar to the centurions of the Mongolian Legion, who can launch very exciting small-scale tactics based on their own judgment of the situation.

This kind of multi-faceted hunting with more shots and fewer shots was going on non-stop. In just a quarter of an hour, more than a thousand of the five thousand pikemen had been eaten, and the casualties of the warriors were less than one-twentieth. The remaining pikemen did not charge blindly, nor did they eventually collapse and scatter. They just kept gathering in the middle, and finally formed a large formation of 3,500 spearmen. Under the command, the formation gradually became round, with dozens of layers thick, like a giant hedgehog.

Dozens of young warriors chased after the remnant enemy, dazzled by the victory just now. They confidently charged towards the formation of spearmen, but they were greeted by hundreds of spears on three floors. However, after more than ten impacts, a warrior's shield was deflected, exposing a gap on the right side.

Immediately afterwards, several long spears stabbed from the right side, pierced through the leather armor with a few puffs, half of the shield fell to the ground screaming, blood splashed and the body fell down. The young warriors quickly paid the price with their lives, staining the golden spear points with their own blood.

There was a pause of drums, and the sound of a long conch horn sounded. The Mexica warriors stopped to gather and retreated slowly. They formed four samurai battalions, half surrounded the spear formation from three directions, and at the end was the raging long river. At this time, Tarasco's boat division had returned to the south bank, and the second batch of alien mercenaries began to board the ship.

"This spearman composed of miners is not bad. After crossing the river, it can still form an formation, with more than a thousand casualties and no defeat. If it is not for the poor equipment, it can be regarded as a strong soldier. No wonder it was transported across the river first." Xiu Lotter sighed.

"Yes, the discipline of this pikeman is indeed good, maybe better than the samurai on the other side. But their morale is already very low. If it weren't for the fact that they were backed by the river and had no way to retreat, they would have collapsed long ago. If all of them With leather armor, the casualties of warriors will be much higher." Avitt nodded in approval.

"But no matter how elite the militiamen are, they are just consumables. The first one sent here is to use their lives to step up the warriors. Next, the second army crossing the river is still here to die. Don't see the opportunity, noble The samurai will not be easily dispatched." The commander said the cold reality with a smile.

"What should we do now?" The young man pointed to the hedgehog-like big gun array. "A strong attack? The second river-crossing army is about to leave."

"The storm casualties are too great." Avit shook his head. "Use long-distance. First send a thousand slings to harass. The jaguar has limited throwing spears, so stay behind. Now use the new longbow guards to shoot long-range, and also see the power of the new troops."

"This novel pikeman is all about formation. As long as the formation is loose and the spearmen disperse or attack, the warriors can surprise them from the side and rear." The commander grinned.

A thousand catapults quickly set off from the camp and advanced to a distance of eighty steps from the spear formation. Pebble-sized stones fell like raindrops, and the smashed spears were in chaos. However, although the momentum of the stone throwing was great, the kills per round were only more than 20 people, and the gun array was still struggling to support.

Next, Bertard led more than a hundred longbow guards to a position ninety steps away from the spear array. Under the protection of a samurai battalion, the longbow warriors began to shoot steadily. Facing such a huge dense array of guns, the longbow fired at close range exploded with astonishing power.

Shulot saw a capable warrior draw his bow to the full, aimed slightly with one eye, and then shot out an arrow. A 75 cm bone arrow roared, easily tore the thin civilian clothes of the spearmen in the front row, pierced his warm chest, came out from the not wide back, and then pierced into the arms of the spearmen behind.

The two spears fell to the ground at the same time, and the spearmen in the front row fell weakly, and then brought down the teammates behind. The warm liquid flowed out of the chest and poured into the ground, making the body cold.

More than one hundred longbowmen, ninety-step flat shooting. Facing the dense gun array without armor and shield, each round of shooting will take away more than ten lives and injure more people, and it can shoot six rounds per minute. Although this kind of killing is not much, it is a great blow to morale. After only a few rounds of shooting from the longbow, the formation of long spears in front immediately scattered. The pikemen who had suffered heavy casualties in the first few rows could no longer bear the one-sided blow, howled and raised their guns and rushed towards the longbow warriors.

The longbow warriors retreated immediately, retreating thirty or forty steps, and continued shooting in another direction. The samurai battalion in the rear immediately raised their shields forward. They cooperated with each other and attacked flexibly, turning the spearmen who rushed in twos and threes into corpses.

Driven by the charging pikemen, some pikemen also attacked, while others hesitated in place, and the formation began to scatter. At this time, a middle-aged strong man who looked like a leader in leather armor and a helmet roared in the formation. He waved his arms, as if maintaining order in the formation.

Berthard's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eagle-like eyes locked on the leader in the middle. With a calm expression, he took out a bronze arrow from his quiver. Then the samurai leader put an arrow on the bow, drew the bow like a circle, closed one eye to aim, then pursed his lips slightly, and held his breath lightly. There was a moment of silence, followed by a sharp cracking sound.

A long arrow was as quick as sparks, drawing an invisible trajectory, skipping the surrounding spears, and piercing obliquely down into the middle-aged strong man's eyes. The arrow came out from the back of his head, and the strong man immediately fell silent and fell to the ground with his head tilted. The gunmen around immediately went into an uproar.

Only then did Bertard heave a sigh of relief: after years of using the basics of the short bow and practicing the long bow for so long, he can finally hit the head!

With the death of the spearman commander, the formation of the spearmen could no longer be maintained. The longbow warrior continued shooting for another half a moment before he had to stop.

The opposite circular formation has become a broken wave, and the four warrior battalions have launched charges from three sides one after another. The chaotic pike militiamen and warriors are intertwined, and the warriors can already harvest freely at close quarters. The spear broke, blood flowed across the river, and the remaining spearmen gradually retreated to the river behind them, and the Tarasco was knocked down in a desperate howl.

At this time, under the harassment of the Mexica sailors, the second batch of Tarasco sailors finally reached the north bank. The morale of the five thousand alien mercenaries was high. They jumped off the ship with a roar, and charged towards the commander's flag on the hill without stopping.