Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The nearby heatwave, carrying thick smoke, attacked swiftly, staining the flag of the Tarasco Marshal a quick gray, like the swiftly deteriorating battle situation.

Underneath the flag, the Naval Commander, Sko, was equally shocked and pale. He widened his eyes, staring blankly ahead at the great fire, momentarily paralyzed by fear. Moments later, the seasoned commander's self-control enabled him to rapidly regain his composure.

Then, the "Crocodile" nobility surveyed the battle situation, feeling a chill in his heart.

The main force of the Tarasco fleets were stuck in chaotic stagnation. The Mexica relentlessly fired flashing fire arrows, continuously fueling roaring flames, also igniting the critical warships constantly! During his shocked stupor, dozens of warships lost their fighting capabilities. The surrounding samurais were all in disarray, the military officers at all levels waiting for the flagship's response, and time was of the essence!

Watching the scene before him, Sko's expression rapidly changed. Facing the unknown fear, he hesitated for a few breaths, once thinking of fleeing eastward. But after those few breaths, he thought of the consequences of retreating from battle and the difficulty of escaping against the current... Here and now, it was do or die!

After a moment of weighing his options, the "Crocodile" nobility suppressed his bone-deep fear, and his brave nature finally took over. Suddenly feeling vicious, he bit hard into his lip, roaring loudly amidst the sting and the taste of blood.

"I am the descendant of the gods, with the bloodline of the primeval crocodile, even divine power cannot harm me!"

The supreme commander's roar echoed over the lake, lifting the spirits of the frightened samurais around him. Then, he looked towards the brave Kulucha beside him.

"Green Fish, beat the drums for me! Command the entire army to advance, continue the charge!"

Kulucha fiercely nodded, banging the resounding war drums. The "Crocodile" nobility himself shook the war flag, spinning it toward the front.

"Charge! Charge at them! Engage them in close combat! They won't be able to fire their arrows again!"

The awe-inspiring sound of the war drums began, and the giant crocodile's flag fluttered. Sko looked around again, around his flagship, the inner hundred or so warships gradually regained command, while the outer hundred or so warships were still trapped in disorder. Ahead of him, nearly a hundred warships burned fiercely, becoming bright massive torches. Behind him, the noble Chapala Feather still looked panic-stricken, standing blankly at the prow.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," the fire arrows came again, lighting up more than ten additional outer warships. The "Crocodile" nobility had no time to wait, he sharply ordered the closest trusted aide.

"Quick! You board the small boat, quickly find Chapala Feather, tell him to gather the chaotic fleet and rapidly follow my assault. Inform him, the naval forces' main strength is still here, we still have a chance for victory!"

Afterwards, Sko, with blood on his corner of the lip, roared fiercely like a ferocious crocodile.

"Brave samurais, follow me in the charge!"

Leading with the commander's flag, the cry was mournful, and the war drums thundered. The flag of Tarasco slowly started moving, bypassing the burning vanguard, then suddenly accelerated. The marshal's warship, unstoppable, personally leading over a hundred warships, resolutely charged towards the nearby enemy fleet.

Watching the rapidly recovering enemy flagship, watching the fierce charging of over a hundred warships, Xiulote looked on appreciatively, loudly praising.

"Truly a brave crocodile!"

Thereupon, on the divine platform, the Young Commander again waved the command flag, and the Longbow Warriors in the rear immediately adjusted their direction, and a sky full of fire arrows shot towards the attacking fleet. Moments later, the fire arrows whistling into the dispersed enemy fleet, again lighting more than ten charging warships on fire.

A strong breeze passed, dispersing the rising smoke, clearing the view. The Tarasco flagship paused slightly, then adjusted its direction, heading straight at the Mexica Commander-in-Chief's flag.

Watching the abruptly approaching enemy fleet, Xiulote remained unmoved. He continued to command the rear, steadily shooting. The Young Commander's figure stood resolute under the flag, becoming the focal point of the entire battlefield.

Watching the enemy naval flagship, Bertade's eyes narrowed. He stepped forward, raising his longbow. A trusted aide beside him lit the paper casing of the fire arrow, quickly handing it over. The Head Warrior turned sideways, placing the arrow on the bow, pulling back forcefully to its limit, then swiftly launching it. The weighty fire arrow flickered as it flew across sixty to seventy steps, embedding itself accurately in the enemy ship's wooden shelter, then burst into flames.

Sko's flagship suddenly caught fire, with the family samurais aboard showing panic, about to step forward to extinguish it. The "Crocodile" nobility, face flushed, strode forward, pushing the burning wooden shelter into the lake. Then, holding a shield high, he bellowed.

"Get rowing! Don't stop! Follow me in the charge!"

After issuing the command, Sko widened his eyes, staring hard at the enemy flagship just ahead, the hope for a turnaround! Then, his eyes glittering, he stared intently at the grand figure below the commander's flag, roaring deeply.

"Trusted aide, shield cover! Green Fish, bring me my longbow, and get one for yourself too!"

Under the Black Wolf's flag, Bertade was about to launch another fire arrow when his expression suddenly changed. Across fifty to sixty steps, the enemy flagship's shields were suddenly lowered, revealing a rugged, strong middle-aged samurai. In his hands, he held a Mexica longbow, already steadied and aimed, the shining copper arrow gleaming coldly. Behind him, another fierce samurai stood sideways, also holding a bow.

Seeing this, the Head Warrior didn't hesitate to drop his longbow, then flung himself to the side.

Xiulote, smiling, surveyed the greatly favourable situation on the battlefield, contemplating envelopment maneuvers. Then, a pair of solid arms enveloped him from behind, the Young Commander suddenly felt a force on his back, in an instant before he could react, forced him down.