"Whoosh whoosh!" The long and narrow black shadows rose in pieces, like the shadow of the **** of death, and suddenly flew away. Metal crossbow arrows cut through the sky, and with a deadly scream, they shot at Tarasco's king flag!

Seeing the hordes of black spots that came, Su Angua, who was under the king's banner, clenched his divine scepter, and his pupils shrank suddenly. At this critical moment, he only had time to bow his head and bow, and the sharp arrows came head on!

"Pfft, puff, ah, uh!..."

The moaning of dying resounded constantly around the king, who was his trusted cronies, and more than ten guards who were guarding him. The sharp arrows pierced the samurai's leather armor and penetrated deeply into their chests and abdomens, and warm blood immediately overflowed from the wounds. The same crossbow arrow fell on the king, but it only hit the muffled "bang, bang".

The low sound of metal crashing echoed through the bronze armor, and the continuous impact forced the king to retreat. During the sneak attack of the powerful crossbow, Su Angua was dizzy and staggered. This wave of crossbow arrows was sudden and violent. They came in the wind like rapid showers, and they were fleeting, taking away more than a dozen lives, and deeply inserted into the soil around the king flag.

Su Angua bit her lower lip fiercely and shook her head vigorously. He subconsciously let go of his hands and groped on his head and body, but the tentacles were sturdy and cold. It was only then that the young king realized that he was still wearing a suit of extraordinarily sturdy armor.

The surrounding guards rushed over immediately. Dozens of warriors raised their large shields, covering the king for the first time. The second round of feather arrows roared and pierced deeply into the thick wooden shield, making a dull "duo duo" sound. Su Angua was 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 Yuku leaned down, carefully picked up the fallen divine scepter from the grass, and handed it to the king respectfully. Then, while holding up his shield, he narrowed his eyes, carefully watched the crossbowmen not far away, and then calmly replied to the king.

"Your Majesty, they are the archers who attacked by the Mexicans. They are carrying a kind of horizontally-held giant bow, which has a stronger range and power than a long bow!"

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

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 bodyguards, he just opened his mouth and said.

"Yuku, my hound. The bronze axe guard is temporarily under your command to strike these horizontally-held archers! This arrow is more lethal, and they cannot be allowed to shoot indiscriminately!"

"As ordered!"

Yuku bowed his head in a salute, without saying much. With his face like a sculpture, he closed his left eye, stretched out his right arm, and made two quick gestures to determine the distance between the crossbowmen. Then, he summoned the captains of the battalions of the guards and gave a few words in a low voice. The formed bronze axe guards quickly dispersed, splitting into a bow team of 200 people.

The rain of arrows whistled, and the feather arrows and crossbow bolts struck again. The two squads huddled around the king, raising their large shields to guard, and the rest of the guards hurried forward, and in a moment they marched behind the central army.

Yuku bowed halfway, and personally led the two hundred best shooters to the edge of the front line. He ignored the gun formation not far away calling for a fight, and calmly took out his longbow. The bow is full, the arrow is shot, and the arrow is just like a fright!

A Mexica crossbowman was bowing his head to wind the string, but a sudden pain occurred in his chest, and half of the arrow handle was already in front of him. A sharp copper arrow pierced through him from the front, and with a body that had lost its strength, it fell to the ground with a bang. The big crossbow was quietly scattered on the ground, and blood suddenly poured out from the vital point. The crossbowman held down the wound on his chest in vain, looking at the gradually fading sky. He finally understood that the destination of this life is to be one with the earth.

The hound Yoku was expressionless, narrowed his eyes, and fiercely shot a feathered arrow. The surrounding marksmen exerted their strength at the same time, and dozens of Mexican crossbowmen fell to the ground and died. Such a sharp shot quickly caught the eye. But for a moment, Yuku's eyes froze, and he suddenly fell to his side. Dozens of feather arrows descended around him with the whistling of death. Several Tarasco marksmen were unavoidable, and they were shot dead in an instant!

The rain of arrows landed, and Yoku rolled from the ground and climbed up. He waved hard, and the shooters spread out to the sides, continuing to shoot at the Mexicans. The harsh sound of snail horns sounded far away, floating from under the banner of the black wolf. When he opened his big bow again, the opponent's elite crossbowmen had already retreated, keeping a distance from Wang Qi.

Yuku deflected his target and shot a pike militiaman at random. The dense spear formation was not far in front of him, and the Mexican spearmen had a numerical advantage and were advancing from the gaps in the spear formation. Yuku's eyes froze, his eyes swept across like a wolf, and he quickly settled on a spear captain who was in command.

The captain of the gun squad is in the front and has the best view. The distance between the two was only a few dozen steps. The hound shot a half-bow, and the young spear captain fell to the ground. The gun formation in Mexica lost command and was temporarily suspended. The vice-captain on the other side of the front immediately blew the bone whistle and took over the command of the team. Yuku frowned and shot a sharp feather arrow again. The sharp bone whistle was only halfway through, and then it fell powerlessly into the mud. The deputy captain died, and the war priest in the middle of the team took over the command again and blew a new round of bone whistle. The position of the priest is at the center of the guard, surrounded by raised shields. Yuku frowned deeply, aiming for a long time, before shooting, the whistling rain of arrows fell from the sky!

Thousands of Mexican archers approached the close quarters and began to fire swiftly and fiercely. The pike militiamen of the Tarrasco Central Army fell one after another, and even the bronze axe guards who held their shields kept dying. The ferocious offensive came like a wave, all concentrated in the most disadvantaged middle lane.

Yuku sighed and shot one of the militiamen in the front line to death. Then he turned back and made a scattered gesture to the guards, then waved the yellow flag for free fire. Only then did the unparalleled warrior sink his heart, and with the sharpshooters around him, he suppressed each other with the archers of Mexica, and shot against each other patiently.

Tarrasco's guards were slightly less staffed, but they were all skilled in martial arts, wearing bronze helmets and shoulder armor. They used armor-piercing bronze arrows without hesitation, and through the gaps between the small formations, they fought on a par with the larger shooting corps.

The bronze spears and battle sticks in the front line were swung, and the bronze arrows and bone arrows in the back line alternated. Death rolls along with the long wind and falls on every part of the battlefield! Shooting at close range is especially difficult to guard against, and therefore extremely brutal. But after two rounds, more than 100 archers on both sides died!

Shirot silently observed the casualties of the counter-shooting, and nodded solemnly and affirmatively. The corps involved in the shooting consisted of the royal longbow warriors and their own longbow guards. Although they are good at fighting, their elite level is slightly inferior to the bronze axe guards. These powerful janitors are capable of near and far, but are especially strong in melee combat. Consuming each other in this way at this moment is the advantage of the Mexica Legion!

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

In the war of kings, the elite warriors and militiamen, like roasted pine nuts, made a crackling sound, and then cracked and fell to the ground; while noble nobles and officers, like fragile tomatoes, Falling down in a rain of arrows, and then sputtering blood into groups. The boiling sound waves filled everyone's ears, and the bright red color appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Until two "booms" of thunder, once again exploded in the hearts of the warriors!

"Boom, boom"! The two wooden cannons that had been silent for a long time were finally reloaded and moved to the left flank where the stalemate was fierce. Under the operation of the craftsmen, the wooden cannons shot obliquely into the back of the king's warriors from the periphery of the army formation! A dozen Tarrasco warriors rolled over and rolled on the ground in pain. The enemy on the left flank suddenly stagnated, morale dropped suddenly, and the cascading squads also stopped abruptly.

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

Under the fierce impact of the Mexica Legion, the remaining 2,000 Tarasco warriors retreated dozens of steps in a row, and then, under the command of the royal commander, gathered again into several spear formations, stubbornly blocking the Holy City warriors. attack.

Hearing the thunder that sounded again, the hound Yuku's eyes shrank. He narrowed his eyes, heard the sound and looked at Wang Jun's right wing, who was being bombarded. After making a little judgment, he made a follow gesture to the marksman behind him. Then, the nimble hound arched its body and moved swiftly to the right wing. But after more than ten breaths, the mysterious Mexican wooden cannon appeared in front of him again. The unparalleled warrior suddenly stood still and drew his big bow, that is, a fierce shot!

"Hey! Pfft!" The sharp arrow shot into the eye socket and pierced through the back of the head. Behind the smoking wooden cannon, a craftsman who handled the cannon fell on his back and died on the spot. "Xuuuuuu!" The arrows shot in a row, and more than a dozen gunners were killed by arrows. The warriors in charge of the formation then deflected their shields and guarded the craftsmen to the right.

Witnessing the death of the previous batch, the gunners who handled the guns trembled, and half-kneeled around the wooden guns. Most of them were selected from the craftsmen, entrusted by His Highness with important tasks, incorporated into the army, and have always enjoyed favorable treatment. Unable to bear the pressure of life and death, a young gunner suddenly stood up and ran to the rear screaming.

"Hey, huh, huh!" Several feather arrows shot at them, piercing the deserter's body from the front. The young gunner fell to his knees, took one last look at the longbow personal guard who was supervising the battle, and lost all his vitality as he slanted.

On the battlefield of the king, retreat means death! The guards glanced at the dead body indifferently, then looked serious, and drew their long bows again. At this moment, they handed 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 guns were dragged by the gunners and left the dangerous front line. The tense loading begins again. The gunners gritted their teeth and silently prayed to the Lord God, praying for the next safe return!

Under the handsome banner of the Black Wolf, Shulot stood majestically. He is like a wolf king on a mountain, controlling the vast battlefield under his feet!

This battle was so intense that every minute of the battle, hundreds of elite warriors died! The Mexica Corps had the upper hand, and the Thunder's shelling continued for two rounds. The Tarasco Royal Army is like a 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 Tarrasco stood behind the middle army, the broken banner raised high. Although the eagle of the royal family has broken its wings, it has never landed!

The young commander hesitated a little. This battle is all-out, and he has pressed most of the chess pieces. At this moment, only the five hundred jaguar battle groups in the capital are left in his hands, which can be thrown into any part of the front line to launch a potentially fatal blow!

Seeing His Highness's hesitation, Bertard understood. There was no one else at the moment, he took a step forward and whispered to persuade him.

"His Royal Highness, this is the king's war, and the king's safety is paramount! The enemy's guards have the strength to strike... and let the warriors fight in the front, and die for the glory of the king!"

Shulot closed his eyes slightly~lightnovelpub.net~ and nodded slowly. He looked down at the ground in front of him, the blood bloomed into flowers, the flowers were spread and dyed into a red carpet, and the red carpet was covered by corpses. In this splendid spring, the icy body was stepped into the soft soil, and the mooring nutrients flowed into the wild land. The sound of killing shook the sky, the birds were gone, only the spring breeze remained, changing the deep clouds.

"It's really fertile land. This year's spring ploughing, there will definitely be a good harvest!"

The young king whispered to himself, an invisible transformation is happening quietly. He didn't notice it, just cast his gaze to the north. In the clear sky, thousands of Tarrasco warriors shouted and roared as they fought Toltec's legions. The flag of the hummingbird is erected high, facing the eagle flag in the south, but it seems to be separated by the furthest distance!

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

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