Chapter 176: Battle of Lake Yurilia (Part 2) (Additional Chapter for Alliance Leader Qingtengyun)
The loud shouts of killing echoed across the lake, drowning out the howling wind. Burning smoke drifted into the sky, blocking the bright sunlight. The space between the sky and the lake was full of solemnity and darkness.
Shulot once again stood on the high altar, receiving cheers from his guards. Teres held up a large shield as high as a person, took over the position of the warrior captain, and covered him in front of him. The young commander looked around, distinguishing the noisy battlefield and judging the progress of the battle.
Directly ahead, nearly a hundred large boats led by the Russians had already attacked within thirty or forty steps, and were fighting together with the front line of the Mexican Navy. With the flag of Marshal Crocodile flying high, he led dozens of sturdy boats rowing desperately, carrying the most elite family warriors, breaking through the obstacles and rushing towards Black Wolf's flagship again.
Anatri, the commander of the front line, turned back again and looked at the stable flagship in the rear. She felt a little relieved when she saw His Highness standing again. She didn't see the tall and calm warrior captain, 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 secretly 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 and charged forward with her gun drawn. She walked on the rocking deck as if on the ground. With a thrust of the three-meter spear, she cleverly bypassed the shield and stabbed to death a Tarasco warrior who was blocking the way. Then, she identified the opponent's commander and approached again with her gun raised.
Ospie squatted on his knees, stabilizing his body on the rocking boat. Then, with a quick glance, he identified the leader of the opponent's boat, a female warrior wielding a big gun. The "crocodile" nobleman did not hesitate, took out an expensive copper ax from his waist, took a step forward, and threw it away with all his strength.
Anatri moved forward quickly, always looking at the other commander, and his pupils suddenly shrank. She jumped back like a butterfly, tilted her body quickly, and then swept hard, deflecting the whistling axe. The copper ax whirled and struck the side of the boat with a "click" sound, and it penetrated half an inch into the wood. The female warrior was swept away by this force and fell back into her boat lightly.
Annatri stared at the expensive hidden weapon throwing ax with wide eyes, furious.
"Ratfish! Still attacking!"
Osipai spitted blood with a fierce "poof". He didn't respond and took out a copper ax again.
The confrontation between the naval commanders of both sides lasted only a moment. As soon as the two magnificent boats stabilized, the warriors on board immediately rushed to kill each other. In order to support the group leader, nearly a hundred large boats around them came closer and collided with each other, forming a flat land on the lake and unable to move anymore. Then, nearly two thousand warriors from each side, wearing different uniforms, stabbing spears and wielding sticks, 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 was a bit of madness in the fighting.
Sixty-seven Tarasco warriors formed a small formation, alternated their bronze spears, and stabbed three Mexica warriors to death one after another. Another Mexica warrior saw this, his eyes turned red. He threw his war stick forward suddenly, then held his shield and rushed forward desperately. The war club struck, and the bronze spear at the front of the opponent was thrown into chaos, and then was knocked away by the rushing shield. Several bronze spears from behind stabbed randomly one after another, finally bypassing the edge of the shield and stabbing into the warrior's thigh with a "puff". The warrior cried out in pain, used his free right arm to circle around several bronze spears, and refused to let go.
The opponent's gun array suddenly came to a standstill, and the Mexican warriors from behind quickly approached. In close combat, Tarasco's bronze spear was no longer effective. The obsidian war club swung vigorously, hitting the opponent's head and neck with precision, with a simplicity that had been tempered for thousands of years. Within a dozen breaths, the Tarasco warriors opposite him were hit on the side of the face, their throats were cut, and they died on their backs one after another.
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 was lying on his side, with a pool of blood under his body, and his whole body was motionless. His right arm was still holding several bronze spears, and he refused to let go. The warriors were silent for a few breaths, then turned around again and charged 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, his eyes turned red, he lit the rocket in his hand and threw it towards the dense array of spears. After a moment, the gunpowder exploded rapidly, igniting several Tarasco warriors in the center, and the gun formation suddenly dispersed. The burning warrior howled miserably, let out an unearthly 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 followed suit, finding the fire and rockets on the opponent's deck, imitating igniting the paper gunpowder shells, and then threw them at places 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 burned without distinguishing between friend and foe.
Soon, blazing flames ignited everywhere and gradually spread on the hundreds of closely connected boats. Then, the remaining rockets on the deck exploded one after another, slowly lighting up an extremely huge torch. More violent smoke rose, completely blackening the flags of the naval commanders on both sides.
Looking at the spectacular fireworks in front of him, Shulot stood solemnly on the high platform of the boat and kept giving orders. The flag bearers waved the flags, the short conch sound conveyed the instructions to disperse to both sides, and the forward circling semaphore directed the direction of advancement.
The Black Wolf's flagship retreated slowly, 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, the dozens of Mexican canoes in the center spread further to both sides to avoid the increasingly grand torch. More than a hundred large boats on both wings outflanked and moved forward, driving away the other's small boats that collided randomly. Then the slender warship accelerated all the way, went around the enemy's rear, and used rockets to ignite Tarasco's large ship, which was still in chaos.
More than 500 small Mexican boats followed the movement of the big boat, gradually unfolding from the chaotic wings. The group of boats is like a school of swaying fish, moving flexibly in and out. The longbow militiamen on the boat used their superb bow skills to shoot enemy warriors at close range.
Under the command of Shulot, two battlefields, one in front and one in back, gradually formed on the lake. The battlefield ahead was surrounded by flames, and the navies of both sides fought fiercely. The navy commander personally rushed to the front line. The battlefield in the rear was blazing, and the Tarasco Navy was under fire from one side, unable to recover from the chaos.
As for the small boats fighting on the outer periphery, they have no impact on the overall situation of the battlefield. At this time, no one is paying attention, and they have completely lost their command. The militiamen gradually slowed down their brutal fighting. The Mexica boats swayed in circles, while the Tarasco boats began to flee southward sporadically. In the queue of people fleeing south, a blood-stained boat was inconspicuous, but it rowed very fast and accurately fled to the mouth of the river upstream.
On the battlefield at the rear, with the call of the Russian guards, Peng Guali, the commander of the Chapala Army, finally woke up from the sluggishness of fear.
He looked at the fighting battlefield in the distance. The flag of the Alligator coach 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 sides, throwing out ghostly fire one after another. 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 in 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 Feather looked majestic and remained silent. He looked around and saw the legion of warriors controlling the ship, their morale was low. They looked panicked, waiting for the leader's order in uneasiness.
On the periphery of the fleet, small boats from Mexica kept coming quickly, shooting "whoosh" long arrows, and then turned and fled. The angle of these long arrows was quite tricky, and from time to time they penetrated the shields and killed the exposed Chapala warriors. In front of both sides, a similar number of large Mexican boats gradually approached, firing waves of terrifying rockets, igniting the outermost boats. Farther ahead, there were still hundreds of enemy ships, spread out into a loose formation.
"Where is the chance of victory here? Where is the chance of survival? The Chapala Army cannot be completely lost here!"
Peng Guari thought quickly. He is also a general who has experienced battles. As long as he suppresses the fear of the unknown myth, he can make wise decisions.
"It will take three or four days to escape south against the current, and you will be chased 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. So, The life lies in the north downstream!”
Thinking of this, Chapala's "Feather" nodded and looked at the marshal's personal guards with a smile.
"Okay, let's charge north!"
The legion commander's flying bird flag finally waved, and the rapid drums beat, conveying the order to accelerate northward. Peng Guali's boat gradually accelerated. The remaining boats found the backbone and swarmed in, surrounding it and heading north together. More than a hundred large boats and more than three hundred small boats, fully loaded with the Chapala Legion, rushed towards 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 them.
"The Tarascans are so selfless!"
The young commander still has two hundred large ships under his command. Although he can win the battle, he may lose many warriors. He waved the battle flag again, and the large boats on both wings turned back. The large boats in the center gathered behind and formed a tight formation.
Shulot stood solemnly and waved the flag again.
"咻廻咻" Thousands of long-bow guards set up their bows and fired arrows, and the continuous rain of fire was shot at the approaching enemy ships, setting more than a dozen large boats on fire. A moment later, there was another burst of fire, taking away the same number of enemy ships.
Nearly a hundred large Tarasco boats 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 shrill sound of conch trumpets sounded from the enemy fleet, and a flag with birds painted on it turned half a circle, pointing slightly to the northwest. On the big boat under the flag, the Russian guards covered their chests and looked at the distinguished Captain Chapala in disbelief, and were then thrown into the lake by several warriors.
Peng Guali's eyes were deep and cold. He glanced faintly at the "crocodile" flag a hundred steps away, lowered his eyes, and felt mixed. The high flag is flying in the blood and fire, and the Northern Marshal is still fighting on the battlefield. After standing still 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 slightly adjusted its direction without any pause. Following the slanted flag, they deviated from the main force of Mexica's large boats, rushed through the enemy's defense line in an instant, and continued to move forward in an arc. Soon, the huge fleet passed the front battlefield of the battle like wind, speeding towards the lower reaches of the Leman River.
Xuluot was stunned for a moment, then understood instantly.
"Go with the wind and the water, speed up to the fastest, and go straight downstream. This is to escape!"
The young commander quickly waved the flag, and the third round of rockets was launched again, taking away more than ten large boats. But the remaining Chapala fleet did not stop, and fled into the estuary leading to the downstream at a speed like a charge.
Xuluot looked at the fleet that was out of reach, and then looked at the battlefield where the fighting was still going on. 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 unknown complex hydrology downstream, so he made a decision not to divide his troops to pursue.
More than 80 large boats carrying half of the Chapala warriors, more than 300 small boats with less than 2,000 militiamen, just escaped from the battlefield of blood and fire. In front of them was their hometown in the lake area.
Xuluot commanded the fleet again, and the flagship of the Black Wolf gradually moved forward, and the large boats on both wings also approached the burning battlefield. His eyes passed through the drifting smoke and looked at the center of the battle again.
In the flames surrounding the periphery, Ospai wielded a copper axe and a large shield, colliding with Anatari's spear. The captains of the naval corps on both sides fought fiercely again.
The female warrior stabbed accurately with a long spear, and the "crocodile" noble half-sank and accurately blocked with a large shield. Then, Ospai widened his eyes, moved forward steadily, and kept chopping at the spear with a copper axe. Anatari carefully drew his spear to dodge, and from time to time he shot back to force his opponent back. The two captains were equally skilled in martial arts, and they were a little helpless for a while.
Seeing that he could not make a breakthrough, Ospai shouted loudly.
"Bluefish, spear!"
Hearing this, Bluefish Kuruca let out a low whistle. He leaned forward and resisted a Mexican warrior's war stick, and the leather armor on his chest was cut by "Cila". Then, he half-gripped the spear shaft and quickly stabbed out two short spears, deeply piercing into the opponent's side waist, and a scream sounded immediately.
Kulucha turned around without hesitation, not caring about the life or death of the enemy. He took a quick glance, then rushed forward two steps, holding the spear again, and stabbed the female warrior from the side and back.
Anatri was forced to retreat quickly, and the guards around him came to support, but they were all stabbed to death by Kulucha one after another. Under the joint attack of "crocodile" and "bluefish", the female warrior was quickly at a disadvantage and was in danger for a while.
Seeing this, Xiuluot on the high platform looked serious. He took out the longbow and pulled it open, put a copper arrow on it, and squinted his eyes to aim forward. After a while, when the female warrior was forced to retreat again, the young commander suddenly let go, and the long arrow came like lightning!
Ospai screamed in pain, and the copper axe in his right hand fell. He was rushing forward, and a copper arrow suddenly attacked. The precise copper arrow passed through the gap in the shield, broke through the armor on his right arm, and penetrated nearly an inch deep. He was shot in the left arm before and had to recuperate for several months. Now he was shot in the right arm and could not fight again.
Thinking of this, the "Crocodile" noble looked in the direction of the arrow and roared angrily.
"Ratfish! How dare you sneak attack!"
Seeing the commander injured, several guards around immediately stepped forward with shields to cover the commander's retreat. Several warriors formed a spear formation and dragged the agile female warrior.
Hearing the shouts, Kurucha looked around, looking for the sneak attacking enemy, and then he was shocked. He carefully identified the fleeing Chapala fleet, and saw the Mexican boats approaching from both wings, and hurried back to the injured commander.
"Captain, the situation is critical, retreat quickly!"
Ospai glared at his beloved general.
"How can we retreat! We still have the Chapala fleet and a chance to win!"
"Captain, the Chapala Legion has escaped! This battle is lost!"
The "Crocodile" noble stood up in disbelief. He looked directly behind him, and saw only countless burning large boats and scattered small boats. He looked to the side and front, and saw a series of burning large boats, extending a costly escape route. At the end of the road, at the estuary, was the last ship, and the flag of the flying bird could be vaguely seen.
Ospai roared in anger, and then his chest hurt, his throat felt sweet, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood.
"Ratfish! Ah, poof. They are the ones who want to fight, and they are the ones who escape first. How can the crocodiles and ratfish conspire together!"
The "crocodile" noble was still shouting angrily, his face was smoked gray and black by the fireworks. Several screams came again not far away. Ospai looked closely and saw that the lingering female warrior had stabbed several warriors to death one after another, and then rushed over again.
"Captain, retreat quickly! Take off the marshal's uniform, change to a light boat, and leave the battlefield to the south. The estuary fortress can still be defended, I will cover your rear!"
Kulucha knelt on one knee, with a deadly determination on his face. He finally made a courtesy, then raised his spear again and charged at Anateri.
Ospai stretched out his painful arm, but failed to catch the departing warrior. Kuruca bravely rushed forward, leaving him only a back view.
"Herringbone. You."
The loyal family warriors looked at each other and quickly took off the battle clothes of the "Crocodile" family leader. Then they pushed and shoved the commander to the small boat specially prepared for the flagship, and several guards who rowed the boat went up. The remaining family warriors finally made a courtesy, bid farewell to the master who had been loyal to them for generations, and then turned back to fight.
The fire burned fiercely, shrouding the central battlefield in smoke. Although the departing boat attracted attention, its tracks were quickly obscured. Sharp conch shells sounded from the big boat with the "Crocodile" flag, two consecutive sounds, conveying two contradictory orders. One was for the whole army to retreat, and the other was for the rear guard to fight!
On the battlefield, the remaining Tarasco navy paused after hearing the sound. The big boats and small boats paused for a moment, and then made different choices. The loyal family warriors continued to operate the big boats and sacrificed themselves to fight in the rear. The recruited militia rowed the small boats and fled to the south without hesitation.
Hundreds of small boats fleeing south were like a panicked school of fish, moving in disorder and interweaving their trajectories. In the chaos, a brand new boat quickly entered the fleet fleeing south. Under the cover of countless small boats, this boat disappeared from the eyes of those who were interested and could no longer be distinguished.
On the fleeing boat, the face of the Ospai was gray and black, and his heart was broken. Finally, he looked at the battlefield in the north. He saw the flag of the "crocodile" for a hundred years fall down, the warriors of the three thousand families died, and the glorious family inherited for two hundred years was destroyed! Thinking of this, he couldn't help but moisten his eyes and shed "crocodile" tears.
At the end of fleeing to the southern estuary, the "crocodile" noble turned around and looked back, remembering the flag of the black wolf.
"We will meet again!"
Ospai looked gloomy and swore in a low voice.
Under the flag, the young commander seemed to have a feeling. With a victorious smile, he looked at the southern estuary of Lake Yulilia and the estuary fortress a hundred miles away.
"We will meet again!"
Xuluot laughed out loud with confidence.
The long wind blew across the burning lake, engraving all the oaths and laughter in the wind of history, just like this naval battle that decided the world!
I wrote for a whole day and finally made up for the extra chapter a week later. This should be progress^_^I really can't stand it anymore and want to sleep. Thank you all for your support!