With both hands clenching the barrel of his gun, a Boghall pikeman with an extra-long armor-piercing cone spear suddenly stabbed forward, and the sharp armor-piercing cone head pierced the throat of an Aztec warrior wielding a club and shield with an obsidian axe blade.

The Aztec warrior who had been stabbed in the throat tried to scream but couldn't, and the left and right sides of the shield tried in vain to hold the head of the armor-piercing cone and pull it out, but soon the Boghall pikeman retracted the extra-long armor-piercing cone spear behind him, and the armor-piercing cone head retreated from the wound, and a large amount of bright red blood gushed out.

Seeing an Aztec Eagle warrior with an oversized shield and a heavy armor-piercing cone head about to break in front of him, a Boghall pikeman who was standing in the first row but had no chance to fight immediately took a big step forward, clenched his halberd with both hands and brandished it.

Faced with the halberd that slashed from above, the Aztec Eagle warrior had only time to raise his oversized shield and wave the spear in his right hand as he prepared to stab.

With a crisp cracking sound, the oversized shield, which was only made of wood and rattan and cotton rope, was directly split into pieces by the blade of the powerful halberd, and even half of his left arm was severed.

As the Aztec Eagle warrior wailed and fell to the ground, the Boghall pikeman folded his hands back, circled them in a circle, and slashed them down again, blood splattering from his chest on his face and entire body, the halberd already stained with minced flesh and broken internal organs, and the smell of metal and blood mingled into his nose.

Two months of rigorous training had the greatest effect at this moment, and in the face of the large number of Aztec fighters, the Boghall soldiers did not frighten their positions, but fought each other with the Aztec fighters who tried to storm the formation in an orderly manner under the command of two company commanders. As soon as someone fell, Zhu Henghong and another company commander would take some Boghall riflemen in the center of the phalanx and quickly pull them back so that the Aztec soldiers could not take them away. Then the positions in the rear rows that automatically fill the vacant positions continue to fight.

The Boghall soldiers were well formed, but the Aztec warriors were also in good shape: they withdrew the fighters from each charge and saw that the offensive was unstable, and then they replaced the next group of eager warriors to continue the assault, and this group began to rest briefly in the rear, and the wounded were treated and bandaged by other people or Aztec priests, and the weapons of these Aztec warriors were not given for nothing during the battle. Perhaps the various weapons made of obsidian and wood did not have much armor-piercing effect, but if they were really hit, even the strongest Boghall soldiers would be smashed to the ground or beaten back several steps - now there were a dozen unlucky men lying in the innermost part of the halberd phalanx, unconscious or grinning, all of whom seemed to have suffered minor fractures after a few accidental hits, and were no longer fit to continue fighting.

Zhu Henghong anxiously looked at the dense Aztec warriors around him, it was obvious that they had surrounded the entire phalanx, and launched an offensive from all sides at the same time, trying to overwhelm himself and the others with their numerical superiority - based on Zhu Henghong's own witnesses, these were definitely not the first time he was scared away by the roar of firearms, and he saw that such a large group of white people in himself and others were not regarded as Quetzalcoatl or other Aztec gods, and in terms of the overall quality of Aztec warriors who looked like they were in battle scheduling. The remaining 4,000 Aztec warriors wanted to beat down themselves, and these 300 or so Boghall soldiers were just like playing!

Looking back at Caroline, who looked like a big Buddha and didn't move at all, Zhu Henghong knew that he couldn't count on this great magician girl to help him and others.

When Zhu Henghong was busy directing the Boghall soldiers to fight against the Aztec warriors as if his butt was on fire, suddenly there was a loud noise from the back of the phalanx, mixed with the curses and howls of some Boghall soldiers.

"What the hell, what's going on?!" Zhu Henghong hurriedly ran over, and found that the back of his phalanx was attacked by a large group of enemies who were all Aztec Eagle Warriors and Aztec Jaguar Warriors, and many of them had already rushed into the phalanx to meet each other, and many Boghall soldiers were knocked to the ground. Some of the unconscious ones were about to be dragged away by the Aztec warriors!

Seeing this scene, Zhu Henghong grabbed another Burghall company captain who came over to see the situation and yelled at him: "You are in charge of the command of the Burghall pikemen. Give me the command of your Boghall riflemen, and I'll go and consolidate the line!"

The company captain also darkened his face when he saw the current situation: the back of his phalanx had now been forced out of a small gap by these Aztec warriors who didn't care about their casualties, but if no one let it out, the gap would get bigger and bigger, and everyone would end up together.

The captain of the Boghall riflemen company did not have any nonsense to dissuade, and directly took over the command of the mixed array of guns and halberds, and handed over the Boghall riflemen who were crowded in the middle of the phalanx and had not yet participated in the battle to Zhu Henghong: "Come back alive." ”

"I'm not tired of it yet. Zhu Henghong grinned, then turned around and shouted at the Boghall riflemen who were waiting in the phalanx: "Follow me!"

The lack of ammunition did not mean that the Boghall riflemen were incapable of fighting - the same steel pot helmet and a layer of light steel chain mail, a layer of thick cotton armor, and a thick iron kite-shaped shield made them not very afraid of the Aztec warriors. Moreover, each of them has a 98k bayonet, whether it is used as a sword and shield soldier with a zither-shaped shield, or a Mauser 98k rifle turned into a short spear after the bayonet is turned into a shield, and the spearman can become the mainstay.

"Shield! Charge!" Taking advantage of the fact that there were not many Aztec warriors who had broken into the phalanx now, Zhu Henghong stood side by side with the Boghall riflemen who were either sword, shield or shield spear, and then suddenly launched an attack.

The hastily formed small improvised shield wall was certainly not as protective in a frontal charge as it had been when it was covered by the Aztec warriors' firepower, but it was better than it was able to form quickly. Just act as a firefighter.

With an unknown sound like the roar of a beast, Zhu Henghong and the Boghall riflemen rushed over with their shields, pushing most of the Aztec soldiers who broke into the phalanx out of the phalanx. Then began to cooperate with the Boghall pikemen on that side and began to consolidate the line.

Seeing that the front was finally about to return to its previous impregnable state, Zhu Henghong just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief and quickly return to the phalanx, but he heard a miserable scream!

I saw a Boghall pikeman who was knocked out of his weapon and then put to the ground by an Aztec jaguar warrior with a Macquavit knife, and then the Aztec jaguar warrior grabbed his arms and planned to drag him away, and he was about to be completely pulled into the enemy line!

Seeing this scene, Zhu Henghong's eyes almost burst into flames, because this Boghall pikeman was the first Germanic recruit he knew at the beginning of his training. And became good friends during this time, when he was appointed by his life-saving benefactor as the company leader of this Boghall pikemen company, or he brought many colleagues in the team to congratulate him, and the two of them usually went to the barbecue stall of the night sparrow monster Miskey to eat supper together, just like iron buddies in the same dormitory of the university.

Seeing that his friend was struggling desperately but couldn't get rid of the clutches of the Aztec jaguar warrior, Zhu Henghong immediately became angry, clenched the weapon in his hand and rushed over.

Probably not expecting that when he captured the prisoner, the enemy would rush directly towards him, and the Aztec jaguar warrior only had time to raise his head to see who the incoming enemy was, and was slashed through his entire chest by a sword and a half.

He didn't care about the blood that sprayed out and sprayed his face. Zhu Henghong picked up the Boghall pikeman and slapped him on the helmet: "Come back to the phalanx!

"Zhu, what are you going to do!" The Boghall pikeman didn't look for the extra-long armor-piercing cone spear he dropped from the ground, and directly pulled out a one-handed mace from his waist, "They surrounded!!"

"You go back to the phalanx for Lao Tzu first, and you don't care about the big mistake of only calling me by my surname every time!!" Zhu Henghong didn't bother to say that his Germanic friend only called him by his last name every time, which made it sound like scolding, but this guy didn't understand Chinese and couldn't talk to him clearly, "Hurry up!

"Zhu. Do you want to" Hearing Zhu Henghong's words, the Boghall pikeman was suddenly taken aback!

"Don't talk nonsense. If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!!" Looking at the Aztec warriors who were about to gradually surround the two of them, Zhu Henghong couldn't help but burst out of his dirty mouth, "Either leave one and run back to one, or neither of them can escape, you can choose for yourself!!"

"Hold on!" saw his friend and captain of the company say so, and the Boghall pikeman had no choice but to run towards the phalanx. He shouted as he ran back.

Zhu Henghong didn't answer, at this time all his attention was focused on the dozen or so Aztec warriors who had begun to surround him, and the zither-shaped shield in his hand and the half-sword in his hand were constantly adjusting their position and direction.

"It's really impulsive, it's the devil" Zhu Henghong waved his hand and slashed at the shield of an Aztec warrior with a half-sword, and sighed with a wry smile at his previous actions, "I, a coward who hesitates to encounter things, actually has such a bloody time now?

Too late to think of more. Zhu Henghong hurriedly turned to the side, dodging the spear stabbed by an Aztec Eagle Warrior, and the shield he held in his left hand then swung to the right, smashing heavily on the back of the Aztec Eagle Warrior.

Taking advantage of the enemy's pain to exhale, Zhu Henghong instinctively turned the fingers of his right hand according to the previous training guided by the captain of the King's Guard, Yarman, and quickly grasped the half-sword in his hand, and then stabbed it hard behind him.

"Ahh

"Did you kill someone?" Zhu Henghong pulled out the half-sword of the hand that pierced into the human body with his backhand, and while using his kite-shaped shield to resist the attack of another Aztec jaguar warrior wielding a Macquait knife, he quickly recalled what he had just done in his mind, "I actually killed someone?"

Looking at the corpse next to him that fell to the ground and still had a nervous convulsive reaction, Zhu Henghong only felt a churning in his stomach, and an uncontrollable feeling of nausea surged up from his abdomen.

"Vomit!" Zhu Henghong poured out a large stream of sour water directly from his mouth, and spit it out towards the Aztec jaguar warrior in front of him.

He didn't expect the enemy in front of him to attack so suddenly, and before the Aztec jaguar warrior could recover from this "liquid jet" attack, a big foot in a plate armor steel boot kicked at him.

Zhu Henghong gasped, quickly spit out the only little sour water left in his mouth, and began to deal with the attacks of other Aztec warriors, and kept trying to break through in the direction of the phalanx: although he saw the enemy's blood splashing when the two sides collided together, after all, he didn't kill people with his own hands, so naturally he didn't have much touch; When Commander Yarman of the King's Guard was instructing him in his combat skills training, he said that in battle, he should not think about any messy things that cause him to be indecisive in judgment, and only need to think about how to keep himself alive or kill more enemies!

"Won't die, won't die, won't die" waved his hand and half a sword to cut the abdomen of a poorly dressed Aztec warrior again, Zhu Henghong took a step and ran towards the phalanx, the zither-shaped shield held in his left hand kept squeezing against the other Aztec warriors who tried to stop him, and the panic and fear on his face that had originally appeared because of the first killing were turning into madness little by little.

"Whoever wants me to die, I'll let whoever comes with me!!Uhhhh......!!h