Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 988 - 589 Clash, Divine Descendant Yun Shi

Chapter 988: Chapter 589 Clash, Divine Descendant Yun Shi

"Bang!"

The violent sound of collision echoed repeatedly on the seven longships, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of splintering wood, leaving one dizzy and nauseated.

The warriors on both sides paused for several breaths before recovering slightly from the fierce impact. Then, the boiling shouts of battle suddenly erupted around the longships.

"The Rain Divine is roaring!"

"The Chief Divine is supreme!"

"Kill! Kill them! Roar!"

"Sacrifice for the Divine!"

The Mistek warriors shouted, holding stone spears, clutching the low gunwale of the longship, and jumped aboard. The Prepecha warriors, meanwhile, with cold and fierce expressions, shouted as they thrust out their spears. On the ship, in the brutal melee, both sides were rarely armored. Face-to-face clashes, spear tips piercing chests, spear heads tearing through throats, life and death were decided in an instant!

"Stab! Hit!"

The old militia half-crouched, squinting his eyes, fiercely thrust his copper spear into a tribal warrior’s thigh. The warrior was in the midst of swinging his weapon, and his leg suddenly gave out, causing him to stumble. A blood-stained bronze axe instantly sliced across his neck, releasing a mist of blood.

"Sizzle!"

Blood gushed like a mountain spring, soaking the narrow deck. Just as the Prepecha warrior who had killed an enemy was about to give thanks, the old militia silently moved away. He hunched his body, focused on another pair of bare feet, and thrust again...

"Kill!"

Puap, with a ferocious expression, swung a bronze axe, fiercely striking a Mistek warrior on the shoulder. The axe was so brutal, it cut too deep; the opponent groaned and fell onto the deck with the bone along with the bronze axe. Puap’s hand was briefly empty and slightly dazed when a long obsidian spear was thrust toward his throat.

"Hiss!"

The Huitu warrior broke out in a cold sweat and, leaning backward, sat on a corpse in the ship. The sharp stone spear paused slightly, then unhesitatingly continued forward. Then, using all its force, the stone spear pierced the chest and abdomen of a young sailor, and brought it downwards.

"Ah!"

"Thud!"

The young sailor died instantly, and the owner of the stone spear fell back onto the ground. Puap sat on the deck, his hands covered in blood, clutching a copper spear he had just picked up.

Boarding battles, close-quarters combat, the slaughter was extremely intense, and death was exceedingly cruel. In just a short quarter of an hour, dozens on both sides were killed. Over a hundred corpses piled in the seven longships, warmth gathered into pools, making the entire upper deck sticky and slippery.

"Blind old gods! These Mistek people are truly insane!"

The old militia Chiwaco gritted his teeth, crawling through the chaos. Suddenly, he saw Dark Snake in a corner, full of terror, facing an older Mistek warrior. The warrior had a sinister grin, showing no mercy, raising a sharp obsidian war club, ready to strike down.

"Splurt!"

A bright spear tip emerged from the older warrior’s chest. Precise, forceful, just right, deadly. Then, the old militia exhaled a long breath, pulled the spear out from the warrior’s back, and gave the curled-up Dark Snake a warm, fatherly smile.

"Ha! After two years, I haven’t forgotten the craft of killing..."

"Toot! Toot! Speed up, support the ship!"

Camp Commander Pimeng blew his bone whistle, urging the warriors on the shore. The Prepecha archers swapped in spears, wading through the water to support the nearby ships. Moments later, as the first batch of reinforcements boarded the longship, stabbing with their long spears, the previously rampant Mistek warriors seemed to be awoken from their fervor, suddenly realizing the heavy casualties.

"Damn Eagles! They’re guarding the ship, we can’t break through!"

"No rain, the Rain Divine’s power can’t help us!"

"It’s unwinnable, retreat, retreat quickly!"

"Wakahahaha ka wa!..."

The chaotic shouts emerged from the mouths of the Mistek warriors, then grew louder and more disorderly. In just over a dozen breaths, the remaining hundred enemies let out hysterical cries and then scattered. Many tribal warriors turned around, disregarding the copper spears behind, and jumped into the icy water, desperately swimming towards the opposite bank.

"...What?"

Chiwaco, hands bloody, gripping a copper spear, stood in front of Dark Snake. Watching the sudden collapse of the enemy, he felt momentarily bewildered, as if it was unreal.

"Oh Heavenly Divine! They fought so fiercely just now...now they just fled? These Mistek people are truly insane!"

A quarter of an hour ago, both sides were fighting to the death, evenly matched, warriors piling up dead. A quarter of an hour later, the reinforcements had just boarded, and the enemy completely collapsed, desperately jumping ship to escape.

"Bah! Shouting about the Divine, stirring morale, only a moment of mad courage, not enduring long battles! Once time drags on, faced with a slight adversity, they reveal the nature of mice and fish!"

Puap straightened up, spat out bloody phlegm. He wore leather armor but had been stabbed twice by the Mistek people, injuring his shoulder and arm. But at this moment, he couldn’t check his wounds, just glared with reddened eyes, carefully surveying the river.

The remaining Mistek soldiers abandoned the small boats that could only go downstream, struggling against the rushing river to swim to the opposite bank. They were perfect targets.

"Switch to longbows! Shoot, shoot these mad mousefish!..."

"Yes, Captain!"

Across the Long River, Yunshi Kawa pressed his lips tightly. Watching the rapidly retreating warriors and the gradually reddening river, regret gnawed at his heart. He seemed to have made a mistake, yet could think of no better way to avoid it.

"Not enough ships! Across the river, only over two hundred soldiers could be dispatched at a time...the Eagles and Tiger Men on the opposite bank are not like the Jungle Tribes we fought before. They’re very resilient, hard as stone...Two hundred warriors rowing to charge, as fierce as thunder, but failing to break the Eagles in one go, immediately ran out of strength. And when their reinforcements arrived..."

"If we let the large group of warriors cross the river from the shallow water, all go to the opposite bank? Put all the force on them at once; if we can’t topple the stones, we’ll be crushed by stones!...No, not knowing the enemy’s strength, such action is too risky..."

"Leader? Leader?!"

"Hmm?"

Yunshi Kawa was deep in thought when his trusted scout Qiaoao approached, cautiously asking.

"What should we do next? The Eagles on the other side haven’t moved, nor have they pursued across the river."

"Haven’t moved?"

Hearing this, Yunshi Kawa looked across the river thoughtfully.

"Hmm, across the river, attacking is difficult for us, attacking is also difficult for them...It seems the ragtag militia on the other side’s flanks aren’t very able to fight..."

"Leader?"

"We will retreat!"

Yunshi Kawa made up his mind and ordered decisively.

"Retreat to the east, encamp in the village ten miles away."

"Ah! Leader, we’re retreating now?"

"Hmm."

Yunshi Kawa nodded. He gazed at the setting sun in the west, and the gradually darkening land. His voice was low, but his face carried the confidence of a Divine Descendant of the Mistec people, not yet conquered, still firmly believing in their divinity.

"It’s getting dark! This is our familiar land, our familiar river! At night, we’ll send small teams of hunters to cross the river from the shallow water and harass them!"

As he spoke, Yunshi Kawa looked at the opposite side of the Great River, at the three different groups, his mouth gradually curling into a smile.

"Eagles soar high at night, tigers hunt at night, but grass mice hide at night. Are they Eagles, Tigers, or Grass Mice? A trial in the night will reveal the truth!"