The loud shouts of killing echoed on the lake, drowning out the howling wind. The burning smoke floated up into the sky, blocking the bright sunshine. The space between the sky and the lake was full of murder and darkness.

Shulot once again stood on the high altar, receiving cheers from the guards. Teres held up a large shield as high as a person, took over the position of the warrior captain, and covered him. The young commander looked around,

Distinguish the noisy battlefield and judge the progress of the battle situation.

Directly ahead, nearly a hundred large boats led by the Russians had already assaulted within thirty or forty steps, and were fighting with the Mexican Navy's front line. The Crocodile Marshal's flag was flying high, and dozens of boats were rowing desperately.

The sturdy boat, carrying the most elite family warriors, broke through the obstacles and rushed towards Black Wolf's flagship again.

Annatri, the commander of the front line, turned back again and looked at the stable flagship in the rear. She saw His Highness standing again and felt a little relieved. She did not see the tall and calm warrior commander, who was full of worry.

Immediately, the female warrior glared ahead, remembering the sneak attack on the opponent's flagship, and her anger erupted like a volcano.

"The shameless rat fish who shoots hidden arrows!"

Anatli pointed his spear, led dozens of surrounding large boats, accelerated forward, and slammed into Tarasco's flagship. The two large boats collided violently, and the vigorous female warrior shouted loudly.

The gun rushed forward. She was walking on the ground on the shaking deck. With a stab of the three-meter spear, she cleverly bypassed the shield and stabbed to death a Tarascan warrior who was blocking the way. Then, she identified the commander of the opponent.

, approaching again with guns raised.

Osipi half-crouched on his knees to stabilize his body on the swaying boat. Then, with a quick glance, he identified the leader of the other boat, a female warrior wielding a big gun. The "crocodile" noble did not hesitate and touched her from the waist.

He took out an expensive copper axe, took a step forward, and threw it away with all his strength.

Annatri stepped forward quickly, always looking at the opponent's commander, and her pupils suddenly shrank. She jumped back like a butterfly, tilted her body quickly, and then swept hard, deflecting the whistling axe. The copper

The ax whirled and struck the side of the big boat with a "click" sound. It penetrated half an inch into the wood. The female warrior was hit by this force and fell lightly back into her boat.

Anatli stared at the expensive hidden weapon throwing ax with wide almond eyes, furious.

"Ratfish! Still attacking!"

Osipai gave a fierce "poof" and spitted blood. He did not respond and took out a copper ax again.

The confrontation between the captains of the two naval divisions lasted only a moment. As soon as the two gorgeous boats stabilized, the samurai on board immediately rushed to fight together. In order to support the captains, nearly a hundred large boats around them came close to each other and collided with each other on the lake.

They were connected to a flat ground and could no longer move. Then, nearly two thousand warriors from each side, wearing different uniforms, stabbing spears and swinging clubs, entangled and killed each other.

These warriors are the elite beside the commander. Most of them are loyal and brave, and they fight swiftly and fiercely. At this critical moment of the battle, there is a bit of madness in the fighting.

Sixty-seven Tarasco warriors formed a small formation, alternating bronze spears, and stabbed three Mexica warriors to death one after another. When another Mexica warrior saw this, his eyes turned red. He suddenly threw the sword forward.

Then he held the shield and rushed forward desperately. The war stick attacked, and the front bronze spear on the opposite side was thrown into confusion, and then was knocked away by the rushing shield. Several bronze spears from behind stabbed randomly one after another, and finally bypassed the shield.

The edge of the sword stabbed into the warrior's thigh with a "puff". The warrior screamed in pain, and with his free right arm, he circled around several bronze spears and refused to let go.

The opponent's spear array suddenly stopped, and the Mexica warriors from behind quickly approached. In close combat, Tarasco's bronze spear could no longer play its role. The obsidian war club swung vigorously, hitting the opponent's gun accurately.

The head and neck showed the simplicity of hard work. In just a dozen breaths, the Tarasco warriors opposite were hit on the side of the face, their throats were cut, and they died one after another on their backs.

When the warriors looked back again to check on the teammate who had been hit by the spear, they saw that he had already opened his eyes and collapsed, with a pool of blood under his body, and was motionless. His right arm was still surrounded by several bronze spears, and he refused to let go. The warriors

However, after a few breaths of silence, he turned around again and headed towards the center of the chaos.

At the center of the chaotic battle, more elite Tarasco warriors formed a spear array of bronze spears, showing great power on the narrow canoe. A Mexican longbow warrior looked at his companions who were stabbed to death one after another.

With his eyes red, he directly lit the rocket in his hand and threw it towards the dense gun array. After a moment, the gunpowder exploded rapidly, igniting several Tarasco warriors in the center, and the gun array suddenly dispersed. The burning warriors were miserable

Howl came out, let out an inhuman howl, and then jumped into the lake.

The warriors of Tarasco were burned many times, and after suffering heavy losses, they finally understood the principle of releasing the fire demon. They also imitated the fire demon and rockets on the opponent's deck, and imitated the ignition of the paper gunpowder shell.

, and then threw them at the place where there were more Mexicans. Some bronze spear warriors hesitated for a moment and turned themselves into torches. More warriors threw them in advance, and the gunpowder arrows detonated with delay, rolled around, and then

Burning without distinction between friend and foe.

Soon, raging flames ignited everywhere and gradually spread on the hundreds of closely connected ships. Then, the remaining rockets on the deck exploded one after another, slowly lighting up an extremely huge torch. Even more fierce smoke rose.

, completely dyeing the flags of the naval commanders of both sides black.

Looking at the spectacular fireworks in front of him, Shulot stood solemnly on the high platform of the big boat and continued to issue instructions. The flag bearers waved the flags, the short conch sound conveyed the instructions scattered to both sides, and the forward-circling flags commanded.

The way forward.

The Black Wolf's flagship slowly retreated, commanding the longbow guards on dozens of large boats behind it, and steadily fired towards the enemies farther away, setting fire to the Tarasco large boats that were coming one after another.

Then, dozens of large Mexican boats in the center spread further to both sides to avoid the increasingly grand torch. More than a hundred large boats on the two wings moved forward to drive away the random collision of small boats. Then the slender warships

Accelerate all the way, go around the enemy's rear, and use rockets to ignite the Tarasco's large ship, which is still in chaos.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! More than 500 Mexican boats followed the movement of the big boat, gradually unfolding from the chaotic wings. The boat group was like a swaying school of fish, moving flexibly.

The longbow militiamen on board used their superb bow skills to shoot enemy warriors at close range.

Under the command of Shulot, two battlefields gradually formed on the lake, one in front and one in the back. The battlefield in front was surrounded by flames, and the navies of both sides fought fiercely. The commander of the navy personally rushed to the front. The battlefield in the rear was blazing with flames, and Taras

The Navy suffered a unilateral attack and was unable to recover from the chaos.

As for the small boats fighting on the outer periphery, they had no impact on the overall situation of the battlefield. At this time, no one was paying attention and they completely lost their command. The militiamen gradually slowed down the brutal fighting. The Mexican boats were swaying in circles, and the Tarasco

The small boats began to flee south sporadically. Among the people fleeing south, a blood-stained small boat was inconspicuous, but it rowed very fast and accurately fled to the mouth of the river upstream.

On the battlefield in the rear, following the call of the Russian guards, Peng Guali, the commander of the Chapala Army, finally woke up from the stupor of fear.

He looked at the fighting battlefield in the distance. The crocodile coach's flag had been submerged in thick smoke, which seemed quite ominous. He looked at the burning boats everywhere, and the Mexica navy quickly approached from both wings, one after another throwing out the Netherworld.

Huo. He looked at the eager-looking bodyguard again. His face was uncertain, and there was murderous intention in his eyes.

The Russian bodyguard looked anxious and made a sincere request again.

"Dear Chapala Feather, the marshal is fighting at the front, only a few dozen steps away from the enemy's flagship. The Chapala Army in the rear has more than a hundred large boats! Please lead the rear army to charge quickly, we still have

Chance to win!"

Hearing this, Chapala's Feather looked majestic and was silent. He looked around and saw the warriors of the legion controlling the boat, with low morale. They looked panicked and were waiting for the commander's order in uneasiness.

On the periphery of the fleet, small boats from Mexica kept coming quickly, shooting out long "whooshing" arrows, and then turned and fled. The angles of these long arrows were quite tricky, and from time to time they penetrated the shields and shot the exposed Chapala warriors.

Death. In front of both sides, a similar number of Mexican ships gradually approached, shooting out waves of terrifying rockets, igniting the outermost ships. And further ahead, there were still hundreds of enemy ships.

The boats spread out into a loose front.

"Where is the chance of victory here? Where is the chance of survival? The Chapala Army cannot be completely lost here!"

Peng Guali thought quickly. He was also a general who had gone through battles. As long as he suppressed his fear of the unknown in mythology, he could make wise decisions.

"It will take three or four days to escape southward upstream, and you will inevitably be pursued by the Mexican navy. The slower boat will suffer a lot of damage! And once the marshal survives and returns to the northern defense line, liquidation and accountability are inevitable...

Then, the vitality lies in the north downstream!"

Thinking of this, Chapala's "Feather" nodded and looked at the Marshal's guards with a smile.

"Okay, let's charge north!"

The regiment commander's flying bird flag finally waved, and the rapid drum beat, conveying the order to speed up the north. Peng Guali's boat gradually accelerated. The remaining boats found the backbone, and swarmed around, heading north together.

More than a hundred large boats and more than 300 small boats, fully loaded with the Chapala Legion, rushed to the battlefield in the north. This is the last strength of the Tarasco Navy!

Shulot's pupils shrank when he saw more than a hundred large boats rushing towards him.

"The Tarascans are so selfless!"

The young commander still had two hundred large boats under his command. Although he could win the battle, he would probably lose many warriors. He waved the battle flag again, and the large boats on both wings turned back, and the large boat in the center gathered towards the rear.

, formed a tight formation.

Shulot stood solemnly and waved the flag again.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Thousands of long-bow guards set up their bows and fired arrows, and the continuous rain of fire shot at the approaching enemy ships, setting more than a dozen large boats on fire. A moment later, there was another round of explosive rain of fire, and they were taken away.

The same number of enemy ships.

Nearly a hundred large Tarasco ships were as fast as the wind, approaching the front line in a moment. The Mexican navy accelerated its contraction and gathered into a group, ready for battle at any time.

At this moment, the piercing sound of conch trumpets sounded from the enemy fleet, and a flag with a bird painted on it turned half a circle, pointing slightly to the northwest. On the big boat under the flag, the Russian bodyguards covered

Holding his chest, he looked at the distinguished Captain Chapala in disbelief, and was then thrown into the lake by several warriors.

Peng Guali's eyes were deep and cold. He glanced at the "crocodile" flag a hundred steps away, lowered his eyes, and had mixed emotions. The high flag was fluttering in the blood and fire, and the northern marshal was still fighting on the battlefield. He stood quietly.

For a moment, Captain Chapala continued to wave the battle flag, pointing again to the northwest river mouth.

Under the command of the legion commander, the charging fleet adjusted its direction slightly without any pause. They followed the diagonally pointing flag, deviated from the main force of Mexica's large boats, rushed through the enemy's defense line in an instant, and continued in an arc.

Moving forward. Soon, the huge fleet of ships passed through the front battlefield of the battle like wind, speeding towards the lower reaches of the Leman River.

Shulot was stunned for a moment and understood instantly.

"Go with the wind and the current, increase the speed to the fastest, and go straight downstream... This is to escape!"

The young commander quickly waved his command flag, and the third round of rockets was fired again, taking away more than ten large boats. However, the remaining Chapala fleet did not stop, and fled into the mouth of the river leading downstream at the speed of a charge.

Shulot looked at the fleet that was chasing after him, and then at the battlefield where they were still fighting. Then, his eyes stayed on the lake not far away. Many warriors struggled to swim, and many warriors were only slightly injured. The young commander thought of the downstream again.

Due to the unknown and complex hydrology, we made a decision not to divide our forces to pursue them.

More than 80 large boats carried half of the Chapala warriors, and more than 300 small boats carried less than 2,000 militiamen. They escaped from the battlefield of blood and fire. In front of them was their hometown in the lake area.

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Shulot commanded the fleet again. Black Wolf's flagship gradually moved forward, and the large ships on both wings also moved closer to the burning battlefield. His eyes looked through the drifting smoke to the center of the battle again.

In the surrounding flames, the Russians waved their bronze axes and shields, colliding with Anatri's spear. The navy captains of both sides fought fiercely again.
To be continued...