Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Bang bang bang!"

"Ah!!"

"Almighty! Ah! The shield is pierced! I’ve been shot!"

"Damn it! Ugh!... "

"!!"

At such a close distance, with such an obvious target like the shield formation, it is the best target for matchlock guns! This extremely ferocious round of shooting directly took down five men at the front row of the shield formation, and three more fell instantaneously at the back row! Just one round of the advancing matchlock guns killed or wounded nine Castilian veterans who held up iron shields and seemed invincible! And along the way, the poison arrows of the barbarian archers also accurately shot in through the shields of the fallen veterans, injuring four veteran archers on the spot!

"Dios mío! Almighty! How could this be? How is this possible?! Native matchlock gunmen?! And the most cowardly Taino natives!!"

Veteran Captain Faslik trembled all over, his face full of disbelief, shocked as if he had seen a demon. Painful screams of veterans rang out from the shield formation in front of him.

"Holy Mother, kill me...kill me!..."

Faslik stared in shock, seeing it was the veteran Rodrigo who had been shot in the chest by a lead bullet. Just one penetrating lead bullet turned this armored veteran, stronger and more ferocious than a wild boar, who could charge against the Moorish cavalry, into a lamb, losing strength and wailing for death! Everybody knew, for such break-open wounds inflicted by matchlock guns, the lead bullet completely explodes inside the body, making it nearly impossible to treat, or even necessary to try and save!

"No! This cannot be!! How could the natives have matchlock guns... Shoot them dead, quick! Shoot them dead! They are more dangerous than those barbarian archers!!"

Faslik shouted in outrage, but his voice also betrayed an uncontrollable fear. If anything could easily break the Holy War veterans’ formation and threaten their survival, besides cumbersome cannons, it would only be the more agile matchlock gunners! The archers at the back almost without hesitation aimed their shots at those daring Taino matchlock gunners who were advancing, risking their lives for a strike!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

The fierce steel-tipped arrows flew forth, firing two rounds in succession, directly killing seven lightly armored Taino matchlock gunners! In pursuit of the evil demon arrows, Taino Captain Chiwo bit his lip, clutching the heavy matchlock gun pressed up to his chin, turned, and ran to the rear lines! The height of the matchlock gun, about the same as the short-statured Dog Descendant Shooters, could only be deftly handled by these tall Taino militia. And the Taino matchlock gunners behind him also followed, retreating swiftly, shooting once before fleeing!

Undoubtedly, these Taino matchlock gunners did not yet possess the tactical acumen to reload and fire calmly in front of the evil demon veterans’ formation. Their light armor also didn’t have the capability to resist these shots! So, they could only resort to a surprise attack, a fierce one, greatly shocking the Castilians psychologically. Then, maintaining this potential threat, look for the next opportunity to strike and shoot!

"What sound! What sound?! Have the sailors opened fire?!"

"No, it’s not! Almighty! It’s the Taino natives, the Taino matchlock gunners!"

Messenger Officer Lop hurried over, a look of fear appearing on his fierce face for the first time, visibly shaken. He quickly ran to Deputy Commander Antonio, speaking anxiously.

"Commander! Commander! A large group of matchlock gunners has appeared among the natives attacking from the west! The veterans have suffered heavy casualties and need more support! The scale of the native attack is unprecedented... Tonight there is sure to be a large assault by the natives!"

"Damn it! Almighty! How could the Taino natives possibly have matchlock guns? It must be the Cipangu Barbarian Kingdom’s army! I only have thirty-four veterans left here, what am I supposed to use to support the west? Quickly, send orders for those damn Shenluo Mercenaries to go to the western front line and block the natives’ matchlock guns!"

"Huh? Commander, under these circumstances, move the mercenaries?"

"The veterans cannot be lightly moved! The heavy-armored barbarian soldiers haven’t appeared yet! Their fiercest attack is still to come!"

Deputy Commander Antonio’s face was gloomy, trying hard to suppress the unease and fear in his heart. Even in such a foggy night battle, being attacked by surprise and facing the natives’ gunpowder weapons, his decade of Holy War military acumen still allowed him to accurately assess the situation! He had to hold a reserve of veterans ready, to provide urgent support when the Cipangu barbarians’ heavy-armored soldiers emerged, or to mount a flank attack!

"Quickly go! Tell Mercenary Captain Reinhardt! Right now, we are like cod in a fishing net! If we don’t want to be eaten by barbarians, we must work together to thwart this barbarian attack! As long as we repel this one assault, tomorrow at dawn, we’ll board the ships to retreat, leaving this plague-ridden island of death immediately!"

"Tell Reinhardt! After making it through tonight, I’ll use the spoils of the fleet to cover all his wages! To make up for three months! Go quickly!!"

The night was vast, and Messenger Officer Lop ran anxiously. The western side of the stronghold was aflame with large fires, and arrows flew back and forth in attacks, with gunpowder arrows emitting piercing whistles. To the south of the stronghold, the group of guarding veterans stood anxiously, all peering to the west, but had not received orders to leave in support.

"What’s happening in the west? How is it ’boom boom bang bang,’ fighting so fiercely?"

"Holy Mother protect us! It’s the natives, the natives have dispatched matchlock gunners, using gunpowder arrows!"

"What?! What did Commander Antonio say?"