Chapter 197: Battle of Takuro Plains (Continued)

The golden sunlight fell on the bright red battlefield, like the eyes of a god, watching the fresh sacrifice. The deafening shouts of killing suddenly became louder, as if the sacrifice of the gods reached its climax in an instant.

Xiuluot looked around. The two legions were like dueling warriors, holding their weapons tightly, and in the murderous gaze, they had already entered the most dangerous distance!

On the left and right wings of the outermost, there were two thousand warriors from the Western City-State, facing four thousand Chapala militia. The enemy militia shouted loudly, approached within thirty steps, and threw a wave of javelins mixed with stone and wood. The dull sound of breaking through the air came "whoosh", shooting down dozens of Mexica warriors.

Facing the enemy's attack, the warriors of the Western State could no longer hold back. They raised their war sticks high, issued a continuous shout, and suddenly launched a charge like a pack of wolves!

The nobles of all states rushed to the front, carrying various battle flags and waving obsidian war clubs skillfully. They slashed hard, cut open the enemy's chest with force, and cut a wound up to one meter long. They swung accurately, hitting the enemy's head accurately, hitting it into various twisted shapes. From time to time, they would knock the enemy to the ground, then hold the war club high, aim at the enemy's neck, and execute it in a deterrent manner!

At this time, the nobles' family warriors would gather around the head of the family. While protecting the head of the family, they paid attention to the honor ceremony. When a bright blood flower bloomed, the nobles raised their weapons high again, and the warriors burst into cheers of warm praise, covering up the shrill and reverberating screams. This is an ancient battlefield ritual used to prove the personal bravery of the nobles, a symbol of honor similar to the capture of prisoners!

However, even in the face of fierce Mexica warriors, the Chapala militia also performed quite bravely, with the will to fight to the death like a dog.

A young noble of the state of Trocan knocked down the militia in front of him with a stick. Then, he stopped charging and looked around, and the family warriors around him gathered. The young noble looked at the enemy who was struggling powerlessly on the ground, and carelessly put down his war stick and took out the more glorious obsidian dagger. Then, he took a step forward, raised the shining dagger high, knelt on one knee under the gaze of everyone, and suddenly stabbed the enemy's heart!

The militia on the ground suddenly rolled over and avoided the stabbing dagger. The dagger pierced deeply into the soil, bringing a slight "puff" sound. The young noble missed his hand and was startled. A pair of powerful hands attacked from the side. The injured militia hugged the noble tightly, and then opened his mouth without stopping, avoiding the solid leather armor, and bit the young noble's neck!

The young noble screamed "Ah", let go of the dagger in his hand, and pushed the militia on his body desperately. A young family warrior rushed forward and waved his war stick randomly, hitting the militia. The militiaman felt the pain and exerted force with a ferocious look. His teeth "clicked" together, and blood flowed from his mouth. The nobleman's scream suddenly became sharp.

Another old family warrior frowned slightly and pushed away the young warrior who was blocking him. He pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it accurately into the militiaman's back waist. With just a strong twist, the militiaman lost all his strength and soon became motionless. The warriors quickly pinched the militiaman's jaw, carefully opened his teeth, and pulled him off the nobleman. The nobleman's voice gradually became weaker, and the blood hole on his neck flowed vigorously, staining the family flag behind him. But in a moment, he was completely silent.

Looking at the dead nobles, the family warriors looked at each other, speechless for a while on the fierce battlefield. The old family warrior turned around and stared at the young family warrior.

"Izel, why did you just swing your war club randomly instead of using your dagger to help your brother?!"

"Respected warrior leader, this is my first battle. I only remember your teaching: on the battlefield, you must hold the war club tightly and never let go until you die!"

Izel answered respectfully, but with a relaxed look on his face.

The warrior leader stared at Izel deeply, then looked around and spoke quickly in a low voice.

"The head of the family is far away in the state of Trokan. The eldest son of the direct line died gloriously on the battlefield of the Tarasco people and went to the infinitely beautiful kingdom of God. Now, according to convention, let Izel, a bastard, take over the family flag and continue the unfinished war of gods!"

The battlefield does not allow hesitation, and the fighting continues. The Chapala militia waved stone hammers and war clubs, and rushed forward almost crazily, entangled with the warriors of the Western State. The militia fell in groups, and warriors were besieged and killed from time to time. The earth-shaking shouts echoed around, and the true warriors were determined by ruthless fighting.

In the corner of the battlefield, the family warriors nodded silently. Izel took off his brother's flag with great joy, quickly tied it on his back, and took the first step in his life!

In the center of the battlefield, two new-era weapons will also burst out the first roar on the battlefield!

On a platform several meters high, Shulot looked at the two wings, listening to the fierce fighting in the wind, and frowned slightly.

Facing the attack of the militia, the city-state warriors on both wings launched a charge without authorization and fell into a tangled battle. The nobles of various states were difficult to command, and they were still carrying out ancient and inappropriate battlefield etiquette in the fierce war. Even as the supreme marshal, he was helpless against this group of city-state nobles.

"The Chapala militia is indeed very fierce. The city-state nobles are really hard to rely on! Fortunately, I have the thunder that is truly worthy of reliance, the truth that will dominate the world!"

Thinking of this, the young commander smiled and looked forward. The wooden frames of the two wooden cannons were finally fixed, and the muzzles were aimed at the enemy phalanx on the hill. The gunners put up the ready red flags. Then, he looked at the hill. Under the "feather" flag, the Chapala warriors arranged a tight formation and took a solid defensive posture.

Xiuluot no longer hesitated, and waved the flag in his hand with great enthusiasm, pointing to the hill where the enemy marshal was! The piercing copper whistle blew immediately, and the gunners of the artillery team quickly lit the fuse, then covered their ears and crouched two steps away from the wooden cannon.

"Boom!!!" A thunder that resounded through the world suddenly exploded, making all the fierce fighting silent in an instant. Izel had just taken the first step in his life, and in the terrifying roar of the thunder god, he fell down in horror. He lay on the ground and trembled, looking up at the god-given weapon that had just roared.

Amidst the huge roar, the cannon suddenly jumped back, and a light smoke rose from the muzzle, like a roaring beast. This was the second time he saw the divine weapon show its power, and he always felt that it was a living creature that could move, just like the legendary monster with divine power. Izel couldn't help but lower his head and prayed silently to the monster.

"Oh, the beast of thunder, please grant me victory in the battle and let me succeed the position of the head of the family!"

The roaring wooden cannon fired a stone bullet that broke through the air, with a majestic power, crossing a distance of fifty steps and bombarding the center of Chapala!

The shotgun flew and knocked down four or five warriors in the front line in an instant. The powerful stone bullets penetrated the solid leather armor, pierced into the soft body, and smashed the unprotected face. The warriors didn't have time to groan before they fell crookedly with their bodies torn and a large pool of red flowed out. Then, the scattered stones hit the warriors within a dozen steps around like heavy rain in the rainy season, making "bang bang" sounds and splashing clouds of dust.

Facing the weapons that transcended the times, the Chapala warriors were shocked. They listened to the thunderous roar, and with unknown fear, they stared at the beast with smoke coming out of its mouth dozens of steps away! At this moment, no one really paid attention to how many casualties there were, they just shouted madly in their hearts.

"What is this?!"

Chapala's "Feather" commander was panicked, pointing his finger at the wooden cannon opposite, and asked in panic.

"Priest! What is this? Is it the evil demon of the Mexica people?!"

No one answered the marshal's question, only panicked and disordered shouts, and hurried and chaotic prayers. Then, there was another roar of thunder, and the second wooden cannon aimed slightly and shot directly at the general flag on the hill!

The flying stone bullets passed through a distance of seventy steps and violently bombarded the warriors' rear formation. This time the shooting distance was a little far, and it did not cause much effective killing. Several warriors in front, holding up shields to protect against arrows, were knocked to the ground by the incoming shotgun shells. Then, they rolled on the ground randomly, with stone bullets just shot through their cotton armor, and shouted in fear.

Amid the deafening sound, the surrounding warriors knelt down in fear and begged for mercy from the roaring beast. The splashing dirt and gravel flew ten steps away, splashing Peng Guali's face, and the hit place was painful. Marshal "Feather" was suddenly startled and fell to the ground, still pointing forward, still shouting in panic.

"Evil demon! The evil demon of the Mexica!"

Accompanied by two artillery shots that shook the era, only a dozen Chapala warriors fell to the ground and were injured or killed, but tens of thousands of people were shocked and lost their souls!

Centered on the position of the wooden cannon, the warriors and militia of Tarasco were panicked and fell into chaos. Many warriors knelt on the spot, dropped their weapons, and prayed to the enemy's beasts in horror! More warriors showed fear and confusion, bowed their heads weakly, and prayed for the forgiveness of the three gods! The scattered militia in the rear had just gathered together when they were shocked by the deafening sound of artillery and were on the verge of collapse again! And in the distant periphery, the Mexica warriors and the Chapala militia stopped at the same time, looking at the center of the army in awe, fearing everything unknown!

The sound of artillery roared and echoed between heaven and earth. The Mexica Corps in the center was well prepared and burst into a loud cheer.

"The Lord God has come and bestowed the supreme power! The divine power is invincible, and the battle of gods will win!!!"

The cheers started from the devout God's Blessing Corps, followed by the fanatical temple guards, then the excited Holy City warriors, and finally the strict spear corps. Amid the cheers of the Mexica people, the morale of the Chapala Corps dropped again, and the warriors turned their heads in extreme anxiety. They looked at the majestic commander, looked at the sacred priests, and waited for a convincing explanation.

Xiu Luote looked around quickly. The wooden cannon was being loaded, and it would take nearly a quarter of an hour to fire again. The morale of the Mexica Army was at its peak, and the morale of the enemy was at its lowest. The charge was at this time!

The young commander made a decision. He raised the fluttering spear flag, circled it vigorously, and then pointed it forward resolutely!

"All troops charge!!!"

The low war drums beat violently, accompanied by the rapid and high-pitched flute sounds. The Mexica Army burst into a huge roar, like a hunting jaguar, charging towards the prey in front!

The Holy City Army raised their war sticks and shouted at the front. They rushed into the front of the Chapala Central Army swiftly, and broke through a dozen steps in a moment. The Chapala warriors in the front row dropped their weapons and made almost no resistance. They just knelt down and prayed desperately, and were knocked to the ground by the Holy City warriors. Then, the sharp blades scratched the necks without armor, cutting the throats neatly and killing them on the spot!

Faced with the victory within their grasp, the warriors of the Holy City showed no mercy, and attacked with all their might, completely abandoning defense. In just a dozen breaths, half of the 3,000 warriors in the front line of Chapala were broken through, and four or five hundred elite armored warriors were bleeding on the ground, motionless and silent.

Olosh dropped the shield in his hand and held the war stick with both hands. He turned sideways and swung the weapon, just like playing a ball, and "bang" hit the head of the enemy in front. The warrior was kneeling on the ground, shouting randomly, and then the shouting suddenly stopped, his neck twisted into a strange arc, and fell down with a "thump".

The fierce jaguar warrior shook his head, casually cut off the throat of another enemy, and muttered softly.

"These soulless warriors, staying in place motionless, can't even run, it's easier to kill than turkeys!"

Then, Olosh looked at the enemy's general flag dozens of steps away, his eyes lit up. He called out to the warriors around him and rushed to the top of the hill together.

"The evil demon of the Mexica is the evil demon of the Mexica again."

"Feather" Peng Guari's hands and feet trembled, and his eyes were fixed on the front, looking at the two wooden cannons that were reloaded. The old warrior leader was the first to react. He approached the "Feather" family head and shouted anxiously.

"Family head, the enemy is attacking! Quickly give orders, beat the drums of battle, and let the priests chant to encourage!"

Peng Guari's eyes were empty and his brain was blank. The warrior leader beside him shook his body and said something again. He nodded in a trance, and the warrior leader quickly passed the order.

There was a panic above the hill, and the militia archers knelt and howled, and no one paid much attention. Soon, the rapid drum beats sounded again, and the priests trembled and chanted loudly, conveying the will of God.

"May the three gods protect us and defeat the evil demons of the Mexica!"

Amid the "dong dong" drumbeats, the "Feather" warrior leader personally led hundreds of family warriors to meet the attacking Holy City Legion. He wanted to buy more time for the warriors in the central army to recover from the chaos.

The spear legions on both wings chanted the name of the Lord God, arranged a tight square formation, and advanced at a slower speed. They set up five rows of spears in front of the square formation, and finally came to the front of the enemy warriors, staggered and stabbed deeply! The sharp copper spears pierced through the thick cotton armor, making a crisp tearing sound, and then penetrated the body dully. The "Sky" warrior on the left wing and the "Silver" warrior on the right wing screamed and fell at the same time, letting the blood soak the ground.

From the central army to the two wings, and then to the periphery of the army formation, the two huge legions of tens of thousands of people have intertwined with each other and fought together in a boiling battle!

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