On the edge of the big island, in the bay, the waves are as calm as a lake, and the singing of birds is like the wind. In the picturesque scenery, the two fleets are approaching rapidly. They were full of killing intent, and they rushed to the battlefield of death without hesitation.

The galley warship moved forward at high speed, breaking through the calm wind and waves, with a piercing cry. Chivako stood at the bow, holding a long gun, and shouted loudly.

"Drumming!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The fierce battle drums sounded immediately, and the two sides had come within 60 steps, entering the bow and arrow range of the Kingdom fleet.

"Archery!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Most of the Prepecha warriors are concentrated on the flagship. They had been preparing for a long time, at this time Qiqi drew their longbows and fired a volley, dozens of copper arrows shot out like lightning.

"Pfft!"

The sharp arrow flew and penetrated deeply into the body. Seven or eight Sri fighters uttered screams, turned over from the small boat and fell down, and fell into the water with a "plop". They don't have any armor, and if they are hit by an arrow, they will be seriously injured or die.

But a few casualties did not shake the morale of the Sri people, but stimulated them to scream like crazy. In the desolate and harsh Sonoran Desert, death is the most common occurrence. Except for chiefs, headmen and witch doctors, few people in the tribe can live beyond the age of thirty. Dozens of young adults can be killed or injured in order to compete for a mouthful of spring water on weekdays, let alone for the sacred ancestral land of the Sri people!

Soon, sixty or seventy small boats came rushing in, approaching within forty paces. The tribal warriors on the boat drew their hunting bows and raised their spears one after another, ready to fight at all times.

"Archery!"

Chivaco's face sank, and he ordered again.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Dozens of copper arrows shot away. This time, the distance between the two sides was getting closer, and the shooting accuracy was much higher. The two frontmost boats were set on fire, and more than a dozen Sri soldiers were killed or injured, and fell into the water one after another. A large blush spread in the light blue water, and the small boat on the water lost its power and rotated in place, like a magnificent ocean flower.

"Itako, Qui!"

More than 60 small boats did not stop, and they did not care about the injured who fell into the water. The Sri people screamed wildly, paddled their oars desperately, and rushed towards the big boat thirty steps away. The tribe hunter on the ship shot a bone arrow, across a low arc, and nailed it to the shield of the galley with a "bang bang"!

"Shhhhhh!"

Bone arrows flew like whistles. The dark red arrow shoots faintly, like the greeting of death,

"Uh! Blind god, please bless me!  …"

Seeing the hundreds of Sri fighters rushing forward, the old militiaman Chivako shivered subconsciously. Although he was dressed plainly, he stood in the center of the warrior, with the eagle feather symbolizing his status on his helmet. The Sri hunters waited and watched for a while, and shot poisonous arrows at him one after another!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Chivaco wore sturdy leather armor, a bronze helmet, and held a shield in one hand. He felt a shock from the shield, his head, and his body, but when he looked down, he was hit by several dark red poisonous arrows. It's just that the ships on both sides are moving, and tight shields have been erected on the galleys. The shooting range of the Sri people's hunting bow is not enough, and it is weak. These poisonous arrows either fell to the ground, or stabbed obliquely on the body, but they failed to break through the defense.

"Lord God bless!"

Chivako whispered softly, his forehead under the armor was slightly sweaty. There was some trembling on his feet, but there was no sign of it on his face. Today is not the same as in the past. When you are a militiaman or the head of a militia, if you run away, you will run away. As long as you keep a few people under your command, you will be worthy of your own conscience. But now, he is the captain of the expedition fleet, the leader of hundreds of people, so he can't show timidity at all, and he can't retreat at all. Because, once he retreats, the whole army will be shaken, and even collapsed. At that time, I don't know how many people will die!

"Bah! Blind Majesty! Put me on the fire and roast me!"

The old militiaman let out a "bah" and cursed a few words in his heart. Then, holding up his shield, he shouted sharply.

"Accelerate, charge! The sailors are paddling with all their strength! Increase the speed of the ship to the maximum, and hit it with the ram of the bow!"

"Accelerate, charge!"

Hearing the order, more than twenty sailors puffed up their cheeks and rowed hard at the same time. The 20-meter-long and 6-meter-wide flagship, like a huge shark, slammed into a group of small canoes 6 to 7 meters long and 1.5 meters wide with violent splashes. The canoes are like frightened schools of fish, swaying in the waves and avoiding to the sides. At this moment, the speed of the galley has been increased to the maximum! After a dozen or so breaths, the sharp bronze ram was shining coldly, and it rammed straight into the side of a small boat!

"Crack...crack!"

The sound of breaking wood is so sharp and piercing! The canoe that was hit only supported for a few seconds before it broke suddenly under the fierce impact! Two Sri fighters were killed on the spot, and the shattered pieces of wood flew like blades, cutting the remaining four. Then, the sound of "plopping" falling into the water continued one after another, and large patches of bright red quickly surfaced. The blood was scattered in the wind, but it was only the beginning of the prologue.

"Haha, happy!"

Puap held a longbow and stood on the left side of the ship's side. His body was ups and downs, but his feet stood firmly. The violent impact also caused the big ship to vibrate, but the application of high-quality pine wood and keels made the warships of the Kingdom far stronger than the small boats of the Sri people. The gray soil warrior shook twice, and drew his longbow again. He aimed slightly, let go of an arrow, and shot a tattooed Sri warrior to death!

Chivako leaned on the board, squatted slightly, and hid his upper body behind the large shield. He glanced at the surrounding situation. The Sri people were a little flustered when they were hit by the big boat, and they didn't immediately surround them. But the sharp bone arrows kept flying, and two warriors and a sailor on the flagship fell to the ground with arrows. As for the Sri fighters who were killed or fell into the water, there were as many as thirty or forty!

"Bang! Crack! Crack!"

Several violent impacts came from both sides, covering up all human voices. The other two galleys also followed the flagship, launched a fierce charge, and overturned three or four Sri small boats. There are not many warriors on these two ships, and they can't shoot any arrows, but they have enough sailors, and they collide like galloping bison.

Chivaco looked around quickly. The draft of the Sri people's boats was too shallow, and although there were many of them, they were in a hurry when they were hit. They had never encountered such a big ship, and they couldn't come up with a way to deal with it for a while. The old militiaman gave an order decisively after a little thought.

"Continue! Accelerate the charge and break through the Sri Lankan fleet! Lord God bless you!"

"Lord God bless!"

The oarsmen rowed furiously, and the slowed galley moved again. This time, Chivako adjusted his offensive strategy. Instead of savagely ramming, he brushed past the side of the canoe, taking advantage of the size of the canoe and constantly overturning the canoe. Within half a quarter of an hour, four or five Sri boats capsized, and dozens of Sri fighters jumped into the water, becoming targets for bows and arrows.

The other two large ships followed behind the flagship, and rushed all the way until they smashed through the enemy's fleet. The feathered arrows of both sides shot randomly on the water, and the accuracy was greatly reduced. The big galley sailed condescendingly and had a large shield and longbow, which gave it an absolute advantage in shooting.

"Hoo hoo, carefree! Really carefree!"

Puap gasped and laughed as the flagship rushed out of the Sri fleet. In this short round of charging, he shot more than a dozen arrows in a row, killing at least three Sri warriors. The bone arrows fired back by the opponent did not break through his leather armor. Of course, this is also related to the fact that he secretly took off his feather crown and only wore ordinary warrior attire.

"Old Qi, let's turn around and hit them again!"

Chivaco pursed his lips and did not speak. In this round of rushing, at least one-fifth of the Sri people were lost, and it was estimated that there were seventy or eighty people. Many of these tribal fighters simply fell into the water, temporarily incapacitated to fight. And the casualties of the flagship were only three or four people.

"Three ships added up, there are more than ten casualties!"

The old militiaman frowned, lost in thought. He didn't immerse himself in the battle of superiority, but thought about the solution to the battle. No matter how many Sri Lankan fighters kill, what is the significance to the expedition fleet? And the dead kingdom warriors and sailors were real casualties.

Although the fleet has already replenished enough sailors from the friendly tribes along the way, if they bring back one more fellow from Prepecha, they will live an extra life!

"Well... so many boats, so many Sri warriors, there must be a leader!"

After a short and intense charge, the fleets of both sides staggered and separated. At this moment, the two sides were separated by a distance of a hundred steps, and they were temporarily out of contact.

Chivaco was in no rush to attack. He squinted his eyes and watched carefully the movements of the Sri people's fleet, looking for a truly valuable target. Soon, a naked and tattooed Sri warrior fell into his eyes.

"icátax! icátax! come here, come here!"

The tattooed warrior Pikam shouted loudly, commanding the small boats of the various ministries to regroup. These canoes and warriors all come from different tribes. They are unfamiliar with each other, and even have feuds. The fight just now was in such a mess that it didn't even touch the enemy's side!

"Damn it, listen to me! The coyotes are hunting the lone bison, you must surround them! Surround them!...The enemy has few ships! We have many ships! We will fight, and we will all cling to the big boat headed by the enemy , eat it! Other ships, leave alone! . . . Icartas! Icartas!"

In the entire fleet, the tattooed warrior Pikam has the highest status. He is the chief of a small coastal tribe, and he has the most small boats directly under him, accounting for one-third of the fleet. In the Sri language, the meaning of ptcamn is a lobster that is strong and good in water. Well, it is a big lobster in the sea. There are many seasides in this era, and they are everywhere.

"It's him!"

Chivako watched for a while, and finally locked on to the target. Under the command of the tattooed warrior, the enemy fleet is rapidly restoring order. The old militiamen are not hesitating. He pointed at the red flag and ordered sharply.

"Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate! Accelerate and charge, in the direction I am pointing, towards the center of the opponent's fleet!"

"Accelerate the charge!"

"Hey Yo! Hey Yo!"

The oarsmen of the fleet shouted chant, summoned up their remaining strength, and rowed desperately. The flagship gradually accelerated, and even the long wind blowing over the bow of the ship brought a bit of a sharp whistling.

"Chief, the enemy is coming again!"

On Pickham's boat, a senior tribal warrior narrowed his eyes and looked at the enemy fleet. This time, the direction of the enemy's assault seems to be...

"Listen to me, surround me! Ikatas! Go!"

Pickham stood at the bow, waved his arms vigorously, and directed the nearby boats. He looked around at the warriors, raised a throwing spear aloft, and roared like a mountain lion.

"Itako! Kill!"

"Bang! Bang! Crack! Crack!"

Three large galleys charged fiercely, UU Reading www.uukanshu. com crashed into the boat group again. This time, the Sri people's fleet was slightly dispersed, and several small boats capsized again. However, the remaining ships did not fall into chaos. Instead, led by several warships, they surrounded them from both sides and gradually approached the flagship of the kingdom's fleet.

Seeing this scene, Pickham had a smile on his face. However, his smile didn't last long, and arrows shot out from the enemy's big ship like a rainstorm!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The Prepecha warriors no longer retained their physical strength and shot arrows frantically to both sides. A dozen Sri fighters fell into the water, and the small boats on both sides stopped for a while, showing a little hesitation. The tribal fighters on each ship are watching the reactions of other tribes before deciding on the next move. Taking advantage of this gap, the flagship boat exerted force again, its speed suddenly increased, and it rammed straight ahead.

"Chief! Enemy, bump... bump... bump! Ah!"

Pickham's eyes were tearing apart, his eyes widened, and he looked at the big ship that was getting closer. The bow of the big ship shone with a golden cold light, like the fangs of a giant beast. Then, the terrifying giant arched violently, made a loud noise, and completely overturned the poor boat!

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