"boom!"

The sound of violent impacts sounded one after another on the seven longships, accompanied by the harsh sound of planks breaking, which made people dizzy.

The fighters on both sides paused for a few breaths before recovering from the ferocious impact. Then, the boiling shouts of killing suddenly erupted around the longboat.

"The Rain God is howling!"

"The Lord God is supreme!"

"Kill! Kill them! Roar!"

"Dedicate your life to God!"

The Mixtec warrior roared, holding a stone spear, grabbing the low side of the longship, and jumped into the boat. The Prepecha warriors looked cold and stern, screaming and stabbing their spears. Fighting on board, both sides rarely wore armor. Face to face, the spear point penetrates the chest, and the spear point pierces the throat, life and death are only a moment away!

"Stab! Hit!"

The old militiaman squatted halfway, squinted his eyes, and stabbed the bronze spear fiercely into the thigh of a tribal warrior. The soldier was swinging his weapon, and suddenly lost strength in his legs, and his body staggered. A blood-stained copper ax immediately scratched across his neck, pulling out a cloud of blood mist.

"Shh!"

Blood gushed out like a mountain spring, spreading all over the narrow deck. The Prepecha warrior who killed the enemy just wanted to thank him, but the old militia quietly moved away. He hunched over, staring at another pair of bare feet, another spear...

"kill!"

With a fierce expression, Puap swung his copper ax and slammed a Mixtec warrior on the shoulder. The ax was too ruthless, it penetrated too deep into the flesh, the other party let out a muffled grunt, and fell onto the deck with the copper ax on his bones. Pu'apu's hands were empty, he was taken aback for a moment, and an obsidian spear stabbed towards his neck.

"hiss!"

The gray soil warrior was sweating profusely, leaned back, and sat down on the corpse in the boat. The sharp stone spear stopped for a while, and continued to move forward without holding back. Afterwards, the stone spear exhausted all its strength, pierced into the chest and abdomen of a young sailor, and then went down.

"ah!"

"Pfft!"

The young sailor died instantly, and the owner of the stone spear also fell on his back. Puap sat on the deck, his hands were covered in blood, and he was still holding a copper spear he had just picked up.

Boarding the ship to fight, close combat, the fighting was extremely fierce, and the death was extremely cruel. But in just a quarter of an hour, dozens of people on both sides died in battle. More than a hundred corpses were piled up in the seven longships, and the warmth gathered into a berth, making the entire upper deck sticky and slippery.

"What a blind God! What a mad Mixtec!"

The old militiaman Chihuaco gritted his teeth and squatted among the crowd. He suddenly saw the Dark Snake in the corner, facing an elderly Mixtec warrior with a frightened face. The samurai grinned ferociously, and without mercy, he raised his sharp obsidian baton, about to chop off his head.

"puff!"

A shiny spear tip protruded from the heart of the old warrior. Accurate, powerful, just the slightest bit, lethal. Afterwards, the old militiaman took a long breath, pulled out the spear from the warrior's back, and gave the curled up Dark Snake a warm, fatherly smile.

"Ha! After two years of rest, I still haven't forgotten the skill of murder..."

"All! All! Speed ​​up and support the ship!"

Battalion Commander Pimon blew his bone whistle, urging the warriors on the shore. Prepeca's archers put on their pikes and waded through the water to support the neighboring boats. A moment later, when the first batch of reinforcements boarded the longship and stabbed out their spears, the Mixtec warriors, who had been shouting fiercely just now, seemed to be awakened from their frenzy by a club, and suddenly realized the reality of heavy casualties.

"Damn the Eagles! They're guarding the boat, we won't be able to break through!"

"Without rain, the divine power of the Rain God cannot help us!"

"If you can't win, go, go!"

"Whahahahahahaha!..."

The chaotic call signs were shouted from the mouths of Mixtec soldiers, and then became louder and more chaotic. In just a dozen breaths, the remaining hundreds of enemies let out a hysterical howl, and then collapsed. Many tribal warriors turned around, ignored the bronze spears behind them, jumped into the icy water, and swam desperately to the opposite bank.

"...What?"

Chihuako's blood-stained hands held a bronze spear and stood in front of the dark snake. He looked at the enemy who suddenly collapsed, and felt a little bit unreal.

"God! You fought so fiercely just now... Now this, this is running away? What a crazy Mixtec!"

Half a quarter of an hour ago, the two sides were still fighting to the death, evenly matched, and the soldiers piled on each other to die. Half a quarter of an hour later, just as the reinforcements of the brigade boarded the ship, the enemy completely collapsed and jumped ship desperately to escape.

"Bah! Shouting to the gods and inspiring people's hearts, there is only a moment of bravery, and there is no long-term battle at all! As long as time goes by and you encounter a little difficulty, you will reveal the original shape of the rat fish!"

Puap straightened up, spitting out a mouthful of **** phlegm. He was wearing leather armor, but he was stabbed twice by the Mixtec, hurting his shoulder and arm. But at this moment, he had no time to check the wound, but stared at the river carefully with his red eyes.

The remnants of Mixtec abandoned the small boat that could only go downstream, and were swimming against the turbulent river with difficulty to the opposite bank. They are perfect living targets.

"Put on the longbow! Shoot, shoot these crazy ratfish!  …"

"Yes, Captain!"

On the other side of the long river, Yunshi Kawa pursed his lips tightly. He looked at the rapidly retreating soldiers and the river gradually turning red, and regret lingered in his heart. He seemed to have made a mistake, but after thinking about it carefully, there was no better way to avoid it.

"There are not enough boats! Across the river, there are only more than 200 soldiers who can be dispatched at one time... The Eagles and Tigers on the opposite side are not the jungle tribes who fought before. They are very tough, as hard as rocks... .Two hundred warriors charged in the boat. Although they were as brave as thunder, they failed to overwhelm the Yingman once, and immediately lost their strength. And when the enemy's reinforcements came up..."

"What if the soldiers of the brigade were to cross the river from the shallow water and go to the opposite bank? Put all their strength on it at once, and if they couldn't push down the stone, they would be stoned to death!...No, I don't know the strength of the opponent, It's too dangerous to do this..."

"The leader? The leader?!"

"Um?"

Yunshi Kawa was deep in thought, when Qiao Ao, his trusted scout, approached him and asked cautiously.

"Next, what should the soldiers do? The Yingman on the opposite side didn't move, and didn't chase after him across the river."

"Not moving?"

Hearing this, Yunshi Kawa looked across the river, thoughtful.

"Well, across the river, it is difficult for us to attack, and it is also difficult for the opponent to attack... It seems that the militiamen on the opposite flanks are not very capable of fighting..."

"leader?"

"We withdraw!"

Yunshi Kawa made up his mind and ordered in a deep voice.

"Retreat to the east~lightnovelpub.net~ and camp in the cottage ten miles away."

"Ah! Chief, are you retreating now?"

"Um."

Yun Shi Kawa nodded. He looked at the sunset in the west, and at the gradually darkening earth. Although his voice was low, his face carried the confidence of a descendant of a god. That is the divinity in the hearts of the Mixtecs, who have not yet been conquered and still firmly believe in it.

"It's getting dark! This is the land we are familiar with, the river we are familiar with! At night, we will send a small team of hunters to cross the river from the shallow water to harass them!"

Speaking of this, Yunshi Kawa looked at the three teams in different clothes across the river, and the corners of his mouth gradually curled up.

"The eagle flies high at night, the tiger hunts at night, and the grass mouse hides at night. Is the opponent an eagle, a tiger, or a grass mouse? Try it at night and you will know!"

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