The samurai's battle stick swung, cut through the thick cotton armor, and then "clicked" to cut through the fragile limbs. The militiamen's spears stabbed, pierced through the sturdy leather armor, and "pochi" into the soft waist and abdomen. As the Mexica Legion advanced across the board, blood splattered at the same time on the several-mile-long front, and a dying cry sounded!

"Monkey" Kuluka wore a simple regimental commander's uniform without a lofty back flag, and was inconspicuous in the pike phalanx. He commanded the pike corps on the left flank, carefully observing the battle situation.

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The Chapala Legion was shaken by the unheard of cannon fire and plunged into brief but violent chaos. The army's charge was timely and powerful, and it gained an overall advantage on the battlefield!

On his right, the holy city warriors of the central army quickly broke into the enemy's line, charged at the "feather" flag of Xiaoqiu, and fought with the oncoming marshal's guards. On his left, the outer city-state warriors gradually resumed their offensive and rushed into the circle of the Chapala militia.

"The warriors of the central army are tenaciously defending, and the phalanx is still entangled, and it is difficult to break through for a while. The militia on the periphery are afraid and uneasy, and the queues are scattered quickly, only the last blow!"

Kuluka pondered slightly, and then called a personal guard to bring a message to the marshals under the command of the rear. Afterwards, he continued to look straight ahead, waved the command flag in his hand, blew the copper whistle hanging from his neck, transferred more guns to the front line, and fought the warriors in sky blue battle uniforms.

In the short whistle of the regiment commander, ten dense phalanx of long spears, with spears of nearly three meters in length, covered each other's flanks, and plunged into the enemy's formation slowly and steadily. The spears stabbed in a staggered manner, and the first few rows of enemy warriors were like stranded fish, struggling in place, and then easily stabbed to death by the "fishermen"! Afterwards, with the lengthening whistle of the regiment commander, the "Fishermen" slowed down, stabilized their formation, and stabbed the next batch of Tarasco's fish!

Seeing the successful attack of the gun formation, "Monkey" has bright eyes and a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

The spear corps must maintain a stable formation in order to exert the killing effect of dense spears. At the moment of engagement, the rhythm is the most important! The militiamen must neither fear to retreat nor pursue bravely, but must maintain the same pace as their comrades.

Although the new army has participated in many small battles, this is the first time such a huge battle. In the moment of the battle, many spearmen were a little chaotic, at different speeds, and even separated from each other. The front side of the gun formation undulates like waves, forming a clear gap. Fortunately, the Chapala warriors in the chaos did not seize this fleeting opportunity. They just randomly shouted the names of the gods and were stabbed to death by messy spears!

"Monkey" Kuluka waved the flag again and blew the copper whistle.

Several long spear squares gradually converged, and the staggered shapes gradually closed, becoming a tight formation. Then, the spear formation with sharp spears stabbed the enemy more powerfully, and the blood gushed instantly. Only a short while after the battle, hundreds of enemy warriors fell to the ground, spreading a bright red and blue on the front line.

Facing the approaching gun formation, Oanda was wearing a pure blue battle uniform, carrying a three-meter flag on his back, and stood at a high place angrily. He waved his slaughtering stick and burst into a loud roar at the chaotic warriors.

"Samurai of the 'Sky' family, be a real samurai, stand up and fight fearlessly! Join me and face the enemy bravely, don't be intimidated by the evil thunder! How can you die like a turkey?! Hurry up, the sky belongs to the brave kestrel, even in the face of the evil Thor, he can peck out his eyes!"

Hearing the familiar roar, the surrounding samurai looked at the house owner in the middle. They searched for spiritual support and re-invigorated the warrior's courage.

"Fight! Fight for the honor of the family! In the name of Oanda, the lord of the 'Sky', I order all loyal warriors to raise their shields and wave their battle clubs! No matter what sorcery the Mexicans use, What kind of noise is made, the victory or defeat of this war is still up to the noble warriors to decide, it is up to us to decide!"

With the encouragement of the head of the family, more warriors gradually recovered their morale, and the glory of the family rose in their hearts.

"If they summon the roaring wood beast, go and kill the wood beast! If they use a god-given weapon, go and take the weapon! There is no life, no begging. I will be with you, fearless. Died on the battlefield of God's War!!"

Speaking of this, Oanda jumped from a height, waved the battle stick in his hand, led the guards around him, and took the lead to kill. Under his leadership, the surrounding warriors finally burst into a hysterical cry. Then, they got up one after another and charged back to the gun formation!

Soon, Oanda strode to the front line, and the flag of the regiment leader was particularly dazzling in the crowd. He did not recklessly lead the assault of the personal guards, but carefully observed the Mexican spear corps from a distance.

These new troops are high in morale, neat in formation, well equipped, and look like samurai. But in the final analysis, their main force is the recently trained militia, similar to the royal family's spear formation, they must take advantage of the spear and pay attention to the coordination of dense formations.

The owner of the "Sky" has experienced battles for a long time, and has been exposed to the tactics of the royal pike square, and has carefully thought about how to fight. These plans should not be mentioned to outsiders. He just waved the flag and continued to roar loudly.

"The warriors in the front line! Raise your shields to defend, and step back! The warriors left and right, go around the flanks, and harass! The warriors in the back line, take out the spare battle sticks and spears, and prepare to throw!"

Oanda himself stood on the front lines, stabilizing the hearts of the warriors. Under his effective command, the clan legion no longer rammed the front of the spear array stupidly and carried the sharp spear hard, but showed the flexibility of the elite samurai.

The warriors in the front row raised their shields and retreated to the head of the family. Using the commander's flag as bait, they tried to lure the enemy formation out of line. The warriors on the left and right separated further, peeping at the flanks of the spear formation, and each sent more than 100 elites to try to get around. The samurai in the back line ran out from the gaps in the front line from time to time in small groups. They ran quickly, accelerating until they reached the front of the gun formation, and then threw the battle clubs and spears in their hands. Heavy weapons were fired into the enemy's line of guns, knocking out one or two ill-protected spearmen from time to time. Afterwards, they turned and retreated again and again, exposing their fragile backs, enticing the enemy to pursue them.

"Monkey" Kuluka stood at a high place, observing the changes of the enemy army, frowning deeply. As the battle flag of the enemy commander moved forward, the enemy in front of him quickly regained his morale, moved swiftly and swiftly, and became extremely thorny.

"The rigid wood carving actually took on life and turned into a living coyote! ... It seems that the commander of the enemy army is a veteran who is not easy to deal with!"

Kuluka's eyes flashed. He calmly commanded the guns to slow down, and asked the militiamen to raise the shield in their left hand and lower their helmets to guard against the thrown weapons. The huge battle formation stopped, slowly gathered again, and separated into characters that covered each other's flanks. In the face of the enemy commander who was close at hand, and the vulnerable back of the enemy warrior, he remained unmoved and stabilized the rhythm of the attack. Amidst the constant throwing of spears, the phalanx of 4,000 spears advanced rapidly. The new army maintained a tight formation without showing any flaws, and kept pushing the enemy in front of him behind.

Looking at the enemy's response, Oanda frowned and sighed slightly.

The nimble coyote is equally helpless in the face of the stable porcupine. Three thousand "Sky" samurai lost hundreds of people against four thousand intact pike militiamen, and the two armies on the left flank fell into a stalemate.

He looked around, worried. In the huge confrontation between the two armies, the Chapala Legion fell into a clear disadvantage. The "sky" samurai could not achieve decisive results, but only managed to support them on the flanks. The warriors of the Central Army were clumsy and slow, and had yet to fully recover from the chaos. The "Silver" samurai didn't know how the battle was going... The "Sky" owner looked at the commander flag of the enemy army.

Under the banner of the black wolf standing, Shulot is like the messenger of Thor, driving the direction of "Thunder"! His eyes were calm, observing the entire battle situation. A messenger came hastily from the front, relaying the advice of the commander of the Kuluka army. Soon, the wooden cannons on the left and right sides also erected red flags again, and they were finally loaded.

The young commander nodded slightly, and before he knew it, the two armies had been at war for a moment. He looked at the two warriors who were fighting together, and waved the red flag in his hand, pointing in the direction of the two wings. The wooden cannon moved slowly, pushing dozens of steps toward the periphery. Then, the muzzle turned to the flanks on both sides, aiming at the two Chapala militiamen a hundred paces away.

On the flank, Iser just got up and took the second step of his rise in life.

He wielded a battle stick and fought with the Chapala militia, raising his shield cautiously from time to time to block the enemy's assault. The enemy on the opposite side is like a wild beast in the jungle, always trying to rush within half a meter, using both hands and feet to engage in dangerous close combat. With a skilled shield strike, he fended off the young militiamen who rushed towards him, and then quickly added a stick to the top of the opponent's skull. The young militiaman's eyes widened suddenly, blood dripped from his nose, and he fell to the ground shaking.

Izel just took a breath, but two people rushed forward at the same time. The two militiamen wielded short spears that were no more than one meter long and stabbed in front of them in a blink of an eye. He hurriedly used his shield and battle stick to block, but the opponent continued to approach regardless. The battle took only a few breaths, and the enemy on the left was blocked by the shield, but the enemy on the right took the opportunity to dash for half a meter. He embraced the young warrior's left arm holding the stick, and thrust out the broken stone spear close to him.

The blunt stone spear slowly pierced the leather armor, and Izel felt a pain in his side as he felt the sharp edge piercing his skin. He felt a chill in his heart and tried his best to push the enemy out. This was the absolute key.

"Lord God save me! I have waited so long, but I have to accept the same fate with my brother?!"

Iser's eyes showed strong unwillingness, looking at the enemy's hideous smile. He looked at the family's chief warrior in despair, but the old warrior seemed to turn a deaf ear, just fighting the enemy in front of him steadily.

"Boom! Boom!"

The roar that shook the world suddenly came! The fierce battle formation stagnated again, and then suddenly changed!

The scattered stone bullets slammed into the surrounding militia regiments, like a howling storm, knocking down a dozen civilian militiamen in an instant. The terrifying sound of artillery reverberated, unknown smoke and dust rose, accompanied by the crashing sound of "bang bang", and the fearful wailing of the militiamen!

In the sound of shaking the earth, Iser fell to the ground again, and fell into a ball with his close enemy. The bombardment was only ten paces away from them, and the splashing mud smashed their heads and faces. The young warrior howled loudly in fear, groping **** his body, and the enemy beside him also screamed. The shelling hit, and several people died on the spot. The surrounding Chapala militia froze suddenly, with horror on their faces. Then, they let out a cry of collapse, and turned around tremblingly, like leaves in a gust of wind, staggering and fleeing!

Iszel groped for a while in a panic, only to find in shock that he was unscathed. The young warrior calmed down and looked at the enemy who fell beside him. The hideous face was full of fear, and he was shouting indiscriminately.

Izel smiled fiercely, quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist, and inserted it into the opponent's throat. Then, he licked his dry lips, wiped the bright red on his face, picked up the fallen battle stick, and got up from the ground again.

"Blessed by the Lord God, I am destined to be the head of the family!"

The young warrior looked excited. Then he looked at the scattered Chapala militiamen, looked at their fragile backs, and shouted sharply at the family warriors.

"The enemy flees, follow me!"

The drums of war were more intense, accompanied by the horns of the charge. Under the bombardment of wooden cannons, the Chapala militiamen on both flanks could no longer support it, and they cried out in fear, and the whole line collapsed. The warriors of the Western State paused for a moment, then chased away with red eyes. They suffered a lot of casualties in the short and fierce battle. At this moment, they are just eager to kill and do not give the enemy any chance to regroup!

Seeing the perimeter of the collapse of the enemy army, Shirot nodded in satisfaction. The two-winged samurai chased the enemy and gradually formed the form of double-teaming. Then, he paid attention to the battle situation in the center again, looking at the "feather" handsome flag.

"Silver" Patriarch Taikata encouraged loudly, barely stabilizing the form of the right wing, and resisting the enemy's spear army. Then, the roar of cannons came, which once again shook the warriors' morale and hit the morale of the legion. He looked around anxiously, the militia on the periphery had already fled like rabbits, the main warriors in the center were still motionless, and the archers also died.

Taikata couldn't take it any longer. UU reading www.uukanshu.com He summoned the family's samurai chief, ordered the other party to stick to the defense, and hurried to the handsome flag of Xiaoqiu. He galloped with great strides, passed the panic-stricken militia archers, walked past the frantically chanting temple sacrifices, passed through the chaotic Great Shield guards, and finally came to the front of Marshal "Feather".

"His Royal Highness, the situation is critical! Please order the militia archers to spread out and shoot at the opponent's wooden beasts!"

Taikata pointed at the reloaded wooden gun, looked at the busy gunner, and said anxiously.

Peng Guali's eyes were straight, and his face was blank. He looked at the wooden cannon and the gunner and asked in a trance.

"Tecata...what the **** is this?...is it a Mexican demon?"

"Sky" Patriarch was startled. He looked carefully at the commander-in-chief, full of irritability in his heart. He has always had a wide range of contacts, extraordinary knowledge, and came from the top nobles, and he knows the methods of the priests. Although the Mexica on the opposite side shouted the name of the god, he didn't believe it, and just paid attention to the enemy craftsman who manipulated the wooden beast.

"Prince Pengguali, look carefully! No matter what it is, whether it's a living thing or a dead thing, it is always the craftsman who is controlling and manipulating it! Let them bombard again!"

Taikata stepped forward earnestly and held Marshal Feather's arm.

"His Royal Highness, give me the archers on both sides and let me command them to suppress the enemy!"

Hearing the persuasion of the "Sky" Patriarch, Peng Guali nodded subconsciously and handed over the responsibility to others. Taikata left in a hurry, commanded the archer militia, and shot at the wooden cannons fifty paces away.

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Hearing the persuasion of the "Sky" Patriarch, Peng Guali nodded subconsciously and handed over the responsibility to others. Taikata left in a hurry