Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Boom! Bang bang! Crack!…"

On the not-so-wide river, the fleets of both sides collided with a "boom", like wolves charging at bison, suddenly crashing together. The Kingdom's four longships surged forward at full speed, carrying about twenty tons of weight, with sharp bronze rams at the front, like the pointed horns of a charging bison. Almost in an instant, the Tototanak war boat in the front row cracked open with a "bang" and then snapped with a "crack"!

"Chief Divine protects us! Charge! Keep charging!"

"For All Gods! Charge forward! We outnumber them!"

After one round of collision, the speed of the four longships clearly slowed down. Surrounding Totonaq Warriors rowed their war boats, yelling chaotically as they gathered from both sides. The sailors on the longships puffed up their cheeks, rowing fiercely. Meanwhile, the Samurai held longbows, standing behind shields on both sides of the ships, shooting into the dense group of boats, causing splashes of blood.

"Boom! Bang!"

Amid the intense shouts, a second round of collisions came again. Several dugout war boats were overturned in the river, and a dozen Totonac warriors fell into the water with a "crackle", like palm fruits, splashing large patches of light red water.

However, seeing the unbroken longships, the Papu Priest at the rear brightened up. He clearly saw that, on such a narrow and crowded river, the longships had no room for acceleration, making it difficult for them to charge wildly and unleash their beast-like unparalleled power.

"Quick! Sun God bless us! Surround them! Surround from all sides! Attack close!"

"Aim! The one with the feather crown on that Oar-sail Ship is their leader! Shoot him dead!"

After two rounds of collision, the four longships had already penetrated deep into the boat cluster, like four long ears of corn inserted into a long basket full of green beans. And bean after bean attacked from all directions, frantically closing in on the edges of the "corn", striking out sharp scraping sounds.

Among the dozens to hundreds of "green beans", the Maya merchants' Oar-sail Ship stood out conspicuously. The archers on the longships sought angles, and through the rocking collisions on the deck, they shot deathly copper arrows at the feather-crowned leader on the merchant ship!

"Damn! They're shooting at the leader! These dishonorable, despicable Mexica!"

The Feathered Serpent Priest, Papu, stayed extremely cautious; seeing the bows raised on the opposite side, he immediately ducked behind his escort's wooden shield. He understood the Mexica Language and, hearing the shouts from the other side, resolutely tore off his feather crown and tossed it away.

"Chucuchuc! Quick! Give the order for me! Throw the darts! Board and kill!"

Chucuchuc, the Snake Lake chieftain, was startled, subconsciously waving his long spear, shouting sternly.

"Close in, all of you! Throw darts and javelins, get everybody ready to board and kill!…"

"Yes, Leader!!…"

"Whizz whizz!"

Before the encircling war boats could throw, the archers on the longships had already shot out feathered arrows first! Four copper arrows shot at the exposed Chieftain Chucuchuc. The Warrior Captain, Tawalu himself, released an arrow that hit Chucuchuc's arm. The other three arrows grazed the leader's chest and shoulder, leaving blood marks and almost hitting the neck.

"Ah!"

Chieftain Chucuchuc let out a miserable cry, fell on his back on the deck, and only then reacted. As he cried out in pain, he cursed through gritted teeth in his tribal dialect.

"Papu! You sly rabbit, I'll impale you with corn…."

"Whiz whiz whiz!"

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

The fleets of both sides clung to the river, unable to avoid, only able to face off in combat! After two rounds of arrow rain and javelins, it came down to brutal melee combat. The Warriors of the Kingdom in heavy armor swung long axes like chopping through vegetables, taking on many. The sailors on the longships also thrusted long spears, piercing into the enemy's waist and abdomen, while occasionally getting shot down by darts and feathered arrows. Meanwhile, the Putun warriors, clad in leather armor, shouted wildly as they fought, even jumping onto the opponent's ships.

The urgently fought engagement lasted a quarter of an hour, with the bodies of both sides falling into the river like dumplings—"plop plop"—soon sticking together like dumplings in a pot. Meanwhile, the blood flowing all around hung in the air like overdone vinegar, with the thick scent clogging up the nasal passages.

At the start of the battle, the vanguard Totonac warriors suffered heavy casualties. They were shot by volleys of feathered arrows, hacked back and forth by sharp bronze weapons, losing forty to fifty men, showing signs of collapse at one point.

But soon, as more and more tribal warriors came to support from all sides, they comprehensively pinned down the warriors on the longships, thinning the arrow storm. The Kingdom's Warriors, clad in heavy armor, also quickly exhausted their strength. Gradually, the Totonac fleet started to utilize their numerical advantage. Like dense piranhas, they gnawed from the sides and rear of the longships, biting chunks off the not-so-sturdy Putun warriors.

"Damn! Damn Totonac dogs! So many of them!"

The Warrior Captain, Tawalu, clad in heavy armor, severed half a neck with an axe, kicking the body off the ship's side. He wiped the blood from his face, gasping heavily, feeling his strength rapidly depleting. Looking around anxiously, he found the newly joined Putun warriors seemed to be holding on no longer, even starting to jump ship to flee!

"Damn! These cowardly Putun people! Always boasting of valor but can't endure a tough fight…"

These Putun warriors were new captives, never having a sense of belonging to the Kingdom fleet. Though they had converted to the Chief Divine, their faith was shallow, and they were unlikely to sacrifice for the deity. To hold on this long in such a grueling deadly fight, only now beginning to jump ship and flee, was already worthy of the fleet's usual treatment.

"Damn!…"

The Warrior Captain Tawalu gritted his teeth, spitting a mouthful of bloody spit. Then, he looked at the Deputy Captain on the ship, harshly commanding.

"Raise the Blood Flag, signal to the flagship, tell them to leave quickly! Beat the battle drums for charge, let the remaining oarsmen row, and charge towards the opponents' flagship!"

"What? What did you say?"

The Deputy Captain's eyes widened, looking at the gritted-teeth Warrior Captain, seemingly not hearing clearly.

"What flag to raise?"

"Raise the Blood Flag! The Blood Flag! The blood-red flag signaling no retreat!"

Warrior Captain Tawalu waved his axe, using his armor to withstand enemy bites, then chopped down another tribal warrior who had jumped onto the ship. Subsequently, he looked at the blood-stained Kingdom warriors and sailors around him, shouting loudly.

"Praise the Chief Divine! It's time to devote ourselves to Him!"

The fierce battlefield allowed no room for the slightest hesitation; the choice between life and death happened in an instant. Soon, the determined Blood Flag was hoisted up the mast, and this scarred longship, like a maddened bull dragging over a dozen wolves, erupted with its final frenzy! It frantically closed in, heading towards the largest flagship of the Tototanak people, the Oar-sail Ship of the Maya fleet.

"Devote yourselves for the Chief Divine!"

Seeing this scene, another longship also raised the same Blood Flag, bursting out with the same yell. Two longships, from left and right, charged at the Maya Oar-sail Ship in the center of the river. And dozens of Totonac warboats, like iron chips drawn to a magnet, surged towards the flagship all at once.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

A multitude of crashing boat sounds rose up in the center of the river. Dozens of small boats, along with the big boat, collided fully together, tightly clamping in a bunch, unable to move an inch.

"For the God, strike! Attack!"

The Warrior Captain Tawalu, seeing this, along with seven other sailors, directly abandoned the longship and launched an unyielding assault. He relentlessly swung his bronze axe, climbing over the Totonac boats, stepping over their bodies. With blood rushing to his face, he wildly sought the head of the enemy leader, straining to seize it in his grip!