"Frontline samurai, raise your shields for defense and retreat slowly! Flanking samurai, circle to both wings and harass them! Rear samurai, take out the spare war clubs and long spears, and prepare to throw!"
Ahonda stood resolutely at the front line, stabilizing the warriors’ morale. Under his effective command, the family legion no longer foolishly charged at the spear formation front or stubbornly resisted the sharp long spears, instead they utilized the elite samurai’s agility.
The frontline warriors raised their shields high and retreated scattered to the Family Head’s side. They used the Chief Divine’s flag as bait, attempting to lure the enemy formation into disarray. The warriors on the left and right spread further apart, surveilling the flanks of the spear formation, and each dispatched a hundred elites to attempt a rear encirclement. The warriors from the rear ranks, in squads, continuously surged from the gaps in the front line. They ran rapidly, accelerating until they reached the front of the spear formation, and then hurled out the war clubs in their hands. The heavy weapons shot into the enemy’s spear formation, occasionally knocking down a few poorly protected spear soldiers. Afterwards, they dangerously turned and retreated, exposing their vulnerable backs, enticing the enemy to pursue.
"Monkey" Kuluka stood on a high ground, observing the changes in the enemy, his brows deeply furrowed. As the enemy commander-in-chief’s battle flag moved forward, the enemies quickly regained their morale, their actions became agile and swift, and they became exceptionally troublesome.
"The stiff wood carvings have now gained life, turning into living coyotes!... It seems, the enemy commander is a tough veteran to deal with!"
Kuluka’s eyes flickered. He steadied his command to slow the spear formation, ordering the militia to raise the left-handed rattan shields and lower their helmets to guard against thrown weapons. The massive battle formation halted, then slowly regrouped, splitting into a protective formation for the flanks. Facing the nearby enemy commander, and the exposed vulnerable backs of the enemy warriors, he remained unphased, stabilizing the pace of the attack. Amidst constant javelin throws, the four thousand spear square formation advanced at a turtle’s pace. The new troops maintained a tight formation, not showing any flaws, continuously pushing back the enemies in front of them.
Watching the enemy’s response, Ahonda frowned and sighed softly.
The agile coyote facing the steady porcupine was equally helpless. Three thousand "Sky" warriors had suffered losses of hundreds, pitted against four thousand unharmed long spear militia, the two armies on the left wing thus found themselves in a stalemate.
He looked around him, full of anxiety. In the grand confrontation between the two armies, the Chapala Legion was clearly at a disadvantage. The "Sky" warriors were unable to achieve a decisive effect, only barely supporting on the flanks. The warriors of the central army were clumsy and slow, not yet fully recovered from the disarray. The "silver" warriors also remained uncertain of the battle situation... The "Sky" Family Head looked towards the enemy’s commander’s flag.
Under the standing Black Wolf Banner, Xiulote, like an envoy of the God of Thunder, controlled the direction of "Thunderbolt!" His gaze remained calm, surveying the entire battlefield. An envoy rushed from the front line, conveying suggestions from Legion Commander Kuluka. Soon, the wooden cannons on both flanks also raised red flags, finally completed loading.
The Young Commander nodded slightly, and before he realized, the two armies had been fighting for a quarter. He glanced at the entangled warriors from both sides, and then waved the red flag in his hand, pointing towards the flanks. The wooden cannons then moved slowly, pushing outwards several dozen steps. Next, the cannon mouths turned towards the flanks, aiming at two groups of Chapala militia a hundred steps away.
On the flank, Izel just got up, taking the second step of his life’s rise.
He swung his war club, battling with the Chapala people’s militia, occasionally cautiously raising his shield to block the enemy’s assault. The enemies across from him were like beasts of the jungle, always attempting to charge within half a meter, using hands and feet, engaging in dangerous close combat. He skillfully executed a shield strike, fending off the oncoming young militia, then swiftly dealt a blow with his club, smashing it onto the opponent’s skull. The young militia’s eyes suddenly widened, blood seeped from his nose, and then he staggered to the ground.
Izel just caught his breath, yet at that same moment, two men simultaneously pounced from the front. Two militiamen wielding short spears of no more than a meter lunged forward in an instant. He hastily blocked with his shield and war club, but the enemies continued to close in regardless. After just a few breaths of fight, the enemy on the left was blocked by the shield, while the one on the right took the opportunity to rush within half a meter. He tightly hugged the young warrior’s left arm holding the club, dying close and stabbing out with his broken stone spear.
The dull stone spear slowly pierced through the leather armor, Izel felt a pang on his side, feeling the blade piercing his skin. A chill went down his spine, struggling to push the enemy away, as this was a critical point.
"Chief Divine save me! I have waited so long, yet am I really to face the same fate as my brother?!"
Izel looked desperately at the enemy’s close, fierce smile. His eyes showed strong unwillingness as he desperately looked towards the family’s Head Warrior, but the elderly Head Warrior seemed to ignore him, only steadily battling with the enemy before him.
Thunderous booming sounds suddenly erupted! The intense battle once again halted, and then abruptly changed!
The scattered stone projectiles stormed into the periphery of the militia groups, like a howling storm, instantly knocking down a dozen or so lightly dressed militiamen. The terrifying cannon noise echoed, unknown smoke billowed, accompanied by "thump thump" collision sounds, and the fearful wails of the militia!
In the ground-shaking noise, Izel again fell to the ground, tumbling over with the close enemy. The cannon strike was no more than ten steps away from them, and the splattering mud smashed all over their faces. The young warrior screamed in terror, frantically feeling about on his body, and his nearby enemy also simultaneously screamed. As the cannon struck, several people were instantly killed. The surrounding Chapala militiamen showed terrified faces, suddenly pausing. Then, they emitted cries of collapse, shaking all over as they turned, like leaves in a wild wind, scrambling and stumbling to flee!