Chapter 163: Pursuit

The wind and rain were pouring, and shouts shook the sky. The water gate of the estuary fortress was like a wasp's nest, still spitting out large and small boats, and in a blink of an eye, there were nearly a hundred boats.

On the gorgeous boat, the round-faced noble Ospai grinned, revealing the excitement of hunting. He pointed his spear flag and shouted loudly.

"Speed ​​up the charge and catch the tall warrior with a longbow! The captor will be rewarded with five boxes of coppers and promoted half a level!"

Hearing the order, the rowers on the boat blushed and rowed hard. The boat accelerated again, surging like a crocodile. In front, more than a dozen small boats of the pioneers were like a pack of wolves, and had already pounced on the edge of the Mexica boat.

On the Mexica boat, the guards rowed hard, and the slender canoe gradually accelerated. Bertard quickly came to the bow and protected His Highness behind him. Then, he stood tall, took off the war stick behind him, and stared at the three Tarasco boats that were within five meters.

On the nearest boat, a Tarasco captain stood in front, smiling as if he had grasped a fortune. He held up a three-meter copper spear in both hands, and when the boat got a little closer, he thrust it from top to bottom with all his strength, stabbing the tall warrior in the chest.

It was difficult to dodge on the narrow boat. The warrior leader had a sharp gaze, and the war stick in his right hand instantly struck out, hitting the wooden pole accurately, deflecting the copper spear to the left. Then, he stretched out his left hand, grabbed the deflected wooden handle as fast as lightning, and suddenly shouted and pulled hard.

"Come!"

Two or three meters apart, the boats of both sides shook violently at the same time. Captain Tarasco's weapon first missed, and his center of gravity shifted. Then, as he staggered, an irresistible force came, accompanied by a soul-stirring shout in his ears. He was shocked, and was pulled into the water, and the surging river water rushed towards him. The captain had no time to let go, and the copper spear in his hand had already brought him to the edge of the Mexica boat. He raised his head in panic, and in the last moment of his life, he only saw a heavy war club coming towards him, and finally there was a sharp pain, and the "crack" of broken bones.

Bertard broke the neck of the enemy in the water with a stick, then raised his hand and threw the war club forward fiercely. With a "bang", a Tarasco warrior fell on his back. Then, the warrior leader held the three-meter spear with both hands and stabbed forward with great speed. With a "puff", the spear broke through the vital part of the left chest, penetrated the heart, and instantly stabbed another enemy who was eager to try to death.

Bertard pulled back the spear with force, bringing out splashing blood, dyeing the red and golden spear tip. He slightly turned sideways to avoid the attacking copper spear, allowing the spear tip to scratch the fine leather armor. Then, he raised his hand and shot a gun, pointing at the enemy's jaw, and then accurately slashed. The warrior's hand immediately softened, the spear fell to the ground, and he covered his neck and turned into the water, and circles of red blush spread in the turbulent water.

Four warriors died in an instant, and the enemies on the first canoe were already frightened. The remaining two warriors turned around and retreated, urging the rowers to leave. Bertard stabbed the spear again, deeply into the back of the nearest warrior. The warrior let out a dull cry, and then fell forward with the spear. The spear was stuck in the ribs and could not be pulled out for a while. The warrior leader frowned slightly, then loosened his hands and leaned over to pick up the spare war stick on the canoe.

The rower leaned over and paddled, and the first canoe quickly fled away. The last Tarasco warrior looked up and fell into the boat, looking at his companions who were lying dead in front of him, gasping for breath, and his heart was still in shock. He looked at the Mexican canoe opposite, only to see that the second and third Tarasco boats had already increased their speed and crashed into the "wealth" full of boats.

The two boats collided rapidly, the canoe shook violently, and the Mexican canoe was about to capsize. At this time, the third Tarasco boat came from another direction, and with a "bang", it hit the boat. The three boats shook for a moment, and they all slowly stabilized. Then, the warriors on the three boats suddenly fought together.

Xiuluot crouched on the boat, holding the side of the boat tightly, and withstood the most violent shaking. Then, he picked up the war stick and stood up to meet the enemy who rushed over. The young warrior held the stick with both hands, tilted his body slightly, and suddenly hit it sideways with great force! The long stick used the power of the rotation of the chest and abdomen to accurately hit the head of the Tarasco warrior in the front. The warrior was still grinning like catching prey in the previous second, and the next second there was a "bang", the smile and face were smashed, and he tilted his head and fell over.

Xiuluot had no time to see the enemy's death. He approached the next enemy, squatted slightly, and avoided the enemy's short spear. Then, the young warrior raised the war stick with all his strength and shouted loudly.

"Die!"

The more than one-meter-long war stick was thrown vertically, with tremendous force, hitting the enemy's face fiercely, breaking the nose bone on the face. The second warrior howled miserably, threw away the short spear in his hand, covered his exploded eyes with both hands, and crashed into his companions behind him.

Xuluot squatted and swung again. With years of martial arts practiced, he was the first to arrive and accurately hit the knee of the third enemy warrior. The opponent's bronze spear pierced into the air, and his left knee was in great pain, and his leg softened immediately. The young warrior hit the other knee again without stopping. The enemy completely lost his center of gravity, screamed in pain and fell into the water, and then another stick hit his head.

Xuluot took a deep breath. After killing three people in a row, his strength was temporarily exhausted. A Tarasco warrior saw an opportunity, he smiled grimly, stabbed with a diagonal spear, and stabbed the young warrior's chest.

The sound of approaching wind came to my ears, and long-term training came into play at this time. Xiuluot subconsciously turned sideways and raised his left arm to block. The bronze spear pierced through the leather armor half diagonally, cut his left arm, and then passed by his chest until it reached his right shoulder.

Xuluot didn't care about his wound. He clamped the bronze spear with his right shoulder to prevent the opponent from pulling it out and stabbing again. Then, he held the wooden pole with his left hand and shouted angrily.

"Come!"

The warrior on the opposite side shook and almost fell. Then, the warrior half sank down and exerted force at the same time. The two of them were temporarily deadlocked with the spear.

Hearing the roar of His Highness, the guards were anxious. Three good guards fought with injuries and finally solved the opponent in front of them. Then they rushed up and waved their weapons at the same time, smashing the enemy who was deadlocked with His Highness into meat paste.

Xuluot was relieved. He fell on the boat with the spear and looked at Bertard. The warrior leader had knocked down the remaining enemies. Then, the young commander turned his head and looked at the guards who wanted to get close to bandage.

"Don't worry about me! Row the boat quickly, don't stop!"

In a moment, the three small boats that attacked were killed and the Mexica boat accelerated again and fled to the Leman River in the north. Seeing the fate of the warriors in the front, the dozen or so Tarasco boats in the back hesitated for a while, and slowly approached. Several Mexica boats around also approached, desperately blocking and guarding the boat of His Highness.

On the gorgeous boat, Ospai's eyes were full of brilliance. He watched Bertard stabbed four people to death with his spear, and then changed to a war stick and killed three people in an instant, and praised loudly.

"What a peerless warrior! He should belong to me! Quick, faster, warriors go to paddle! Catch this longbow warrior, and everyone will be rewarded with ten boxes of bronze!"

The warriors on the boat cheered loudly, and then followed the order to go to the sides of the ship and join the rowing team one after another. Only two personal guards, holding shields and short spears, guarded the legion commander.

The legion commander's boat suddenly accelerated, like a charging giant bear, ruthlessly knocking away the fighting boats of both sides, and went straight to the Mexica boat in the front.

Hearing the cheers, Xiuluot looked and saw an extremely large boat carrying thirty Tarasco warriors approaching quickly. He looked at the round-faced noble waving the spear flag, recognized the shouts coming from the wind, and vaguely heard "Peerless, catch, bow and arrow, reward, bronze." Anger suddenly rose in the eyes of the young commander.

Bertard looked around, the Mexica boat was gradually accelerating, but it would take some time to reach its maximum speed. The big boat behind rushed to the front, breaking through the obstruction behind the palace and approaching rapidly. Once hit by this big boat, thirty Tarasco warriors rushed up at the same time, and everyone on the boat would have no chance of survival.

Bertard quickly glanced, and his eyes immediately stopped at the round-faced noble wearing a purple helmet and shouting and waving flags in the middle of the boat. The round-faced noble was also looking at him with shining eyes. The warrior leader's eyes condensed, then threw away the war stick, took off the longbow behind him, and quickly put on the bronze arrow.

Then, Bertard stared at the helmet of the enemy leader with a sharp eagle-like gaze. He quickly and steadily pulled the longbow open, and then suddenly shot an arrow, like thunder and lightning!

Ospai had been watching the movements of the longbow warrior. Seeing him take the bow in his hand and quickly put the arrow on it, he felt something was wrong. The "crocodile" noble glanced around, immediately half-crouched down, stretched out his hand to pull the nearest guard, and blocked him in front of him.

With a "swoosh", the long arrow made a sharp whistle and shot in. It drew a nearly straight trajectory, crossed a distance of thirty meters, and shot into the frightened cheek with a "ss", and then another "hiss" came out from the back of the head. Finally, with a crisp "bang", the bronze arrow pierced Ospai's helmet, almost piercing through the inlaid copper.

Feeling the impact of the helmet, the round-faced noble was shocked and horrified. Years of experience on the battlefield made him subconsciously pick up the shield and block it in front of him. Then there was another "duh" sound, and the long arrow shot through the wooden shield and pierced his left arm holding the shield, stringing the arm and the shield together.

The big boat had approached the small boat within 20 meters, and the power of the longbow was almost unstoppable. Before approaching the boarding battle, the longbow warrior could at least shoot two arrows! Thinking in a flash, Ospai shouted loudly.

"Guard! Guard! Raise the shield!!!"

Hearing the shrill and hoarse cry of the legion commander, the rowing warriors quickly put down the oars, picked up the shield from the ground, and eagerly guarded in front of the noble lord. The speed of the big boat was visibly reduced.

The warrior leader hesitated slightly, and then gave up hiding behind the shield and meat shield. He shifted the target, drew three arrows in his hand, and only half-pulled the bow with a small frame. Then, the sharp-shooting warrior leader shot three arrows in a row at the rowers in single clothes, and three of them fell down at the sound.

Xiuluot reacted quickly. He ignored his still bleeding left arm, and took the bow in his hand, half-opening it and shooting at the rowers. At a distance of 20 meters, even if he was on a shaking boat, the young warrior could accurately hit the enemy. The long arrows penetrated the single clothes, or pierced into the chests of the rowers, or pierced into the arms of the rowers, causing the opponent to roll down with a cry of pain.

Xuluot only shot three arrows, and ten rowers had already fallen to the ground completely. The rest was all the credit of the warrior leader.

Ospai hid behind the warrior's shield, looking forward in shock through the gap in the human wall. Two warriors, one big and one small, shot arrows in turn, and the longbow emitted a vibrating "buzzing" sound. The sharp arrows "swooshed" and took away lives neatly. The arrowheads were nailed to the wooden deck, and the tail feathers were still trembling.

"There really is such a strong bow! In front of it, the life of the warrior is like a blind fish living in a cave. Before seeing the target, just hearing the wind, it shakes its tail fin and dies! Terrible, really terrible!"

The legion commander endured the pain and muttered to himself. He hid behind the samurai's shield, letting the boat slow down, and gradually distanced himself from the boat in front of him. Then, he reacted suddenly, raised the commanding spear flag with his good right arm, made a half circle on each side, and then pointed hard at the boat in front.

Behind the magnificent boat, dozens of boats, large and small, received the order. They accelerated one after another, gave up their entangled opponents, and rushed towards the Mexican boat at the front. The remaining two or three Mexican boats had no time to care about their opponents and rushed to the aid of His Highness.

A kestrel was attracted by the cry and soared over the wind and rain. It scanned with sharp eagle eyes and saw a small boat floating in front, followed by dozens of small boats, and two large boats following behind at a distance. It lowered its height and looked carefully at the oars on the boat, at the shining spear tips, and at the falling figures from time to time.

A sharp arrow passed under the kestrel with a whoosh, startling it. Its eyes with dynamic vision followed closely, and saw a bipedal beast on the bow of a small boat, covering its throat, swinging into the river. The kestrel smelled the smell of blood in the air and sensed the deep danger, so it flapped its wings and flew straight into the high clouds.

On the river, the Tarasco boat chasing the front immediately slowed down, and the warriors on the boat hurriedly looked at the captain who fell into the water. When they determined the location of the arrow, they felt a deep chill in their hearts. The small boat in front carries the messenger of the Moon Goddess, who can easily bring the warriors into the Kingdom of the Underworld! After a while, the sailors and warriors slowed down and quietly retreated behind other boats.

Seeing the enemy with an arrow in his neck and observing the enemy ship forcing him back again, Shulot put down his longbow and nodded with satisfaction. In the moment of life and death fighting, he gradually calmed down and made a breakthrough in his archery skills. The young samurai's left arm has been bandaged. This is just a superficial flesh wound. Although it hurts, it does not affect the fight. He looked forward and back again, and saw that the guards, their faces flushed, had rowed as hard as they could for more than two quarters of an hour, and estimated that they had rowed ten miles. The corresponding fleet has been deployed in advance and should be right in front.

After a while, another small boat approached, and in a blink of an eye, it was within twenty meters. Shulot spat and was about to nock another arrow. "Whoosh, whoosh", two consecutive arrows passed in front of the eyes, hitting the cheeks of the two warriors respectively. The other warrior turned over and fell down, dying instantly. Bertard turned his head, smiled and nodded to the young warrior, with a calm confidence on his lips.

Shulot was stunned for a moment, then continued to nod his arrow. This time, he aimed at the enemy ship thirty meters away, waited for a moment, and when the boat was stable, he released his arrow and shot an arrow into the chest of the enemy in the distance. The warrior looked down in disbelief, watching blood seeping out from the pierced leather armor. Then he opened his mouth and said a few words before falling down.

The young samurai looked at the samurai commander, and the two laughed loudly at the same time. On the verge of life and death, they showed their majestic fighting spirit, and their pride burned in their chests! A true warrior never fears death, he just blooms fearlessly!

On the big boat sixty meters away, Osipai looked at the two longbow warriors laughing on the small boat with wide round eyes, and couldn't help but praise them loudly.

"Good, very good! They actually killed dozens of my men. These two warriors are really brave! The family crest of my crocodile is truly suitable!"

The round-faced nobleman had finished bandaging. At this time, his left arm was in extreme pain, but his heart was filled with the joy of seeing a wonderful battle and the desire for an outstanding warrior. While he was marveling to himself, another large boat was already approaching.

A Captain Tarasco, who was covered in blood, bowed closer, knelt down on one knee, and offered a long bow with both hands.

"Dear Russian leader, this is a longbow obtained from other boats. These Mexica warriors are extremely tenacious! Most of them fought to death, a few jumped into the water and escaped, and two prisoners even committed suicide. We did not Caught alive."

Ospie nodded and continued to praise.

"Well, it turns out that only brave warriors can lead subordinates who are not afraid of death!"

Then, the legion commander took the long bow and placed it across his lap. Then he rubbed it carefully with his right hand and fell into deep thought.

After a while, a sentinel boat hurriedly returned, bringing new news.

"Captain, the Mexican support fleet appeared on the Leman River in the northeast. From a distance, there are about a hundred ships."

Osipai looked at the river in the northeast. In the swaying wind and rain, many black spots were flowing down the river, rushing here at full speed, and the battle was expected to take place in a quarter of an hour. He then looked at the Mexica boat sixty meters ahead. The two warriors were still setting up their bows and guiding arrows. The warriors on the boat were rowing desperately, even faster than the fishermen in Micancho!

Ospie looked around and sighed helplessly. There were not many ships moored in the fortress, and he only had nearly a hundred ships on hand, and he also lost many warriors. The leader of "Crocodile" pressed the wound on his left arm, felt the stinging pain that penetrated into the bone, and finally said sternly.

"Blow the conch horn and retreat!"

The gorgeous boat turned slowly. The round-faced nobleman leaned against the crocodile decoration, widened his eyes, and finally looked ahead. Two Mexica warriors, one big and one small, roared and fought fiercely, shooting arrows like meteors. He looked at it with gleaming eyes for a long time, leaving a sigh of appreciation in the wind.

"There are such warriors among the civilians of Mexico! One day, I will take you all under my command!"

Note: Many commanders in history liked to personally spy on the enemy, grasp the terrain, and plan ahead. Because the news heard from scouts is often not as accurate as what you see with your own eyes. Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, Xue Rengui, Yue Fei, etc. have all done the work of scouts with light cavalry as commanders many times. And the most famous ones in this era are Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong.