This heretic cannot be burned, he must be hung up and whipped!

"I have no intention of offending your achievements, but the demon's weapons are no match for flesh and blood. If you don't believe me, I can show you for yourself."

He closed his eyes, and his spiritual energy spread like a tide, reaching the distant coastline. After a moment, he opened his eyes:

"The battleship I brought with me, the Kilkenny, has docked off the coast of Posarica, only a few dozen kilometers from here. Your Majesty, and the ministers, please follow me to see what the enemy's firepower is like. Later, I will provide you with technology, and you will soon experience the terror of industrialized nations."

Montezuma XIII exchanged glances with his ministers, and finally nodded: "Okay, respected Neos, we will follow you."

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On the coast of Posarica, the Kilkenny lay quietly at anchor, a giant steel beast. Its deck was covered with traces of previous battles, and the rear D turret still had a large hole, which had been temporarily plugged.

"I have to find a way to repair the ship..." Neos thought.

He brought Montezuma XIII and his ministers aboard, and the first officer came up to greet them. Seeing that Neos was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Saint, you are finally back! We thought..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Neos patted his shoulder. "How's the ship? Can we fire? Are the books, blueprints, and equipment on board still there?"

"The ship can fire, and the rest of the items you mentioned are intact!" The deputy captain grinned. "The shells can still hit three bases. Where should we shoot?"

Neos turned and said to Montezuma XIII, "Your Majesty, please look carefully. This is only a small part of our weapons, but it is enough to give you an idea of ​​the terrible power of the devil."

He waved his hand, and the crew quickly took their positions. Turrets A, B, and C slowly rotated, aiming at a small island of several hundred square meters in the distance. Neos whispered the order:

"Fire!"

“High—Explosion!”

"Boom!" A series of deafening explosions erupted as 155mm naval guns spewed out blazing flames. Shells streaked through the air, landing on a distant island, stirring up a cloud of dust. The continuous sound of explosions echoed along the coast, and waves and smoke intertwined on the island, creating a doomsday scene.

The expressions of Montezuma XIII and his ministers changed instantly. They had never witnessed such a terrifying force before, a destructive force that could tear the ocean apart in an instant, far beyond their imagination. The white-haired minister's arrogance vanished, replaced by deep shock and a hint of fear.

"This...is this your power?" Montezuma XIII's voice trembled slightly.

"No." Neos shook his head. "These are merely our weapons. The power of demons is far more terrifying than the weapons you see. Your Majesty, I hope you understand that we are not here to conquer, but to form an alliance."

Only together can we stand against the threat of Hell."

"Wow————"

A shimmering cloud of smoke transformed into the form of the North God. He appeared before everyone and said to Neos, "I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Neos knew something bad was going to happen: "Go ahead."

"The good news is that we have cleaned up the pollution in the sea. The bad news is that the Mayan people on the island of Cuba have become victims. The Mayan people who contracted the disease and died have opened a crack, and from time to time, things come out of the crack."

"Good! Kill those Mayan barbarians!" "Who told them not to obey?" "Good riddance!" Several ministers celebrated, but halfway through their cheers they suddenly realized that the expressions on the faces of the God of the North, Neos, and the Crusaders were not very good, and they all fell silent.

It seems that we need to give these natives some strength.

"Bring your best troops. Tonight you will learn what kind of opponents the Crusaders have been fighting all these years."

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Red Tide: 1921: Chapter 60: The new recruits are still confused, but the veterans already know what's going to happen.

That night, Havana on the west coast of the Cuban archipelago

In the gentle sea breeze, hundreds of wooden boats drifted toward the beach, pushed by the waves. These landing craft, without even a steel plate, looked like small matchboxes. Aztec soldiers sat in the boats, paddling with oars, and the pilots had to constantly steer to keep them on course.

"You won't stand a chance landing during the day. Believe me, the time it takes to row to shore is long enough for the heretics to fire their machine guns until they've completely replaced several barrels. It's best to wait until the boats are almost at a point where people can wade across and then quickly disembark the soldiers."

Inside the wooden boat, a team of Aztec soldiers were nervously waiting for their captain's orders.

"Hua-" "No, keep moving forward! For the will of Quetzalcoatl!"

The captain picked up a stick more than one meter high and stuck it into the sea - it didn't touch the bottom, so they had to keep paddling, but the echoes of the waves hitting the shore had already affected the progress of the boat.

"Left and right side of the ship!" A Crusader in another front hovercraft shouted at his comrades at the top of his lungs, "As soon as the ship stops, you will get off from both sides!" "Yes! Platoon Leader!"

"Be careful to avoid the heretic's fire, you hear me!" "Platoon leader! Can we do it with so few men? If dozens of brothers with heretic machine guns just blast us, we'll have to dig trenches in heaven."

The platoon leader turned around and glared at the Crusader who had spoken, then pulled out an eagle cross from his chest and said, "It all depends on how devout your faith is!"

"Neos! Bless me--" The remaining crusaders on the ship took the cross on their chest and kissed it hard.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a cannonball exploded next to the ship! It looked like the heretics had wiped out the Mayans in the area and discovered them!

"We've been spotted! Kilkenny, repeat, we've been spotted, requesting support, requesting support!!" "Near miss!" "Boom!" "Boom boom!"

The seawater splashed by the gunfire splashed onto the platoon leader's face. Immediately, the radio of the Kilkenny's own boat transmitted the voice of the deputy captain:

"Don't be the first one to rush in! Save your manpower and let those Aztec cannon fodder draw fire - can you come back now?!" "Boom! Wow -"

Another shell slammed into the landing craft! The exploding steel fragments rained down on the landing craft's steel hull. The soldiers leaning against the side heard the tearing sound of metal around them and prayed to Neos.

“Go back—boom—” “Can’t go back! Damn the artillery witches, they’re covering us with fire from behind. Heretics—hiss—heretics want to drive us all ashore and capture us alive!”

"Da da da--" Several tongues of fire shot out from the jungle on the shore, sweeping the sea surface. The wooden boats in the front were directly torn into pieces by the heretics' heavy machine guns. The mixture of wood, human bodies and sea water was too shocking for these natives who had never experienced industrialized warfare.

"Wow - it's the gods! The gods are angry!!" "Run! Run!" "Get off the boat!" "Don't - I can't swim - gulp -" "Aza is sinking! Save him!" "I want to go home -"

These most elite Aztec soldiers were immediately stunned by the heretic's firepower. They were good at close combat and even had good archery skills, but the scene of them dying inexplicably in the night was a great test of their qualities.

"Full horsepower! We have to reach the beach! Kilkenny - cover area D3 with fire, use high-explosive bombs to kill the heretics hiding in the bushes!"

The Crusaders remained calm. They were too familiar with the heretics' tactics. Running away would only lead to their faster death. Only by moving forward could they win!

"Forward!" "Boom!" "Forward——"

The landing battle was like a bloodbath! The sea was dyed red with the blood of the soldiers. In the distance, the Kilkenny fired two rounds of artillery at the beach. The high-explosive shells fired by the 155mm naval gun directly caused a small storm in the jungle on the shore.

The heretics seemed intimidated by the sudden bombardment. The incessant machine gun fire from the shore began to subside, replaced by occasional cold gunfire. Just kidding, knowing there were heavy artillery on the other side and still holding the trigger in the night without moving, they were simply living too long and craving their lives.

"The heretics' machine gun fire has been suppressed!" "Everyone! Charge to the beach!" "Quetzalcoatl has given the order, kill those demons!"

"Sacrifice blood to the North God! Offer the skull to the throne!" "Ah!" "Tezcatlipoca is with us!"

The translator on the ship shouted through a loudspeaker, ordering all Aztec soldiers to disembark and swim armed. The priest in the wooden boat waved his obsidian battle axe and shouted "Charge!" The soldiers in the sea suddenly felt a force rising from their limbs, and the first soldier had already set foot on the beach of Havana.

"boom!"

A bullet pierced his chest, and the obsidian weapon in his hand fell to the beach.

"Attack, attack!"

More and more warriors successfully landed on the beach and rushed into the jungle waving swords and bows and arrows. Soon the sound of fighting between the two sides was heard in the jungle. There were not many heretics guarding here, and in desperation, the remaining machine gun firepower also began to fire at the Aztec warriors climbing ashore!

"Da da da da da——" "Bang!" The fire point was suddenly extinguished.

After a few seconds, it seemed that they had discovered a landing craft on the sea that was constantly sniping at them. Several machine guns on the boats fired directly at the Crusader landing craft. The bullets clanged against the steel hull, making a reassuring sound of no penetration.

"Have you figured it out? You idiot heretic, why don't you move your position? Just wait to be bombarded!" "Sniper? I have a 155mm naval gun!"

"That's hilarious! What level of weapon do you have to dare to fight me?"

The Crusaders inside the ship were talking and laughing, and the sound of the heretic bullets hitting the hull was as soothing as a symphony. Those who could board this ship were all veterans of hundreds of battles, or at least those who had fought in several major battles in the trenches on the front line. They could fall asleep listening to the sound of heavy artillery above their heads, and use the enemy's brains as ashtrays in the damp and stuffy trenches.

"I figured it out! That idiot on the other side fired so many shells without even moving. I used trigonometry to figure out the approximate coordinates - northwest of area B2!"

"Kilkenny - Landing Craft 3 calling for cover fire! Coordinates B2, northwest side, enemy artillery!" "Kilkenny received!"

“Swoosh——” “Boom boom boom——”

Less than thirty seconds later, a salvo of naval gunfire came from the cruiser in the rear. Nine high-explosive bombs drew an arc over the Crusaders' heads. The area where the heretic artillery, which had just been bombarding the sea in a show of force, was located was turned into a sea of ​​fire the next moment!

"Nice gun!" "Bullshit, that's a cannon!" "You're kidding! With that level of firepower, the European battlefield would have been breached long ago. How dare they stop us on the beach without even digging trenches? Are you kidding me, naval guns?"

"Brothers! Get off the boat! Our allies have already taken over the beach!"

"Get off the boat from both sides!" Technical Priest Derrick roared, grabbed his gun and flipped over the side of the boat, then fell heavily into the sea.

"Crusaders! Charge—for Neos!!!" "Kill—!"

"Beep, beep, beep!" The sound of bullets hitting the water was carried into Derrick's ears by the sea water. He dodged the bullets and accidentally dropped the semi-automatic rifle in his hand, but it was too late. He could only swim forward regardless.

The distance of dozens of meters seemed almost ten thousand meters long in the eyes of the landing troops. The heretics hiding in the woods on the shore fired cold shots at the moonlit beach from time to time. The Crusaders had no choice but to rush into the woods as quickly as possible.

"Whoosh..." Derrick's head emerged from the water, taking a few deep breaths. "Thump, thump, thump..." A string of water splashed towards him.

"The support of the heretics is coming!"

Derrick immediately buried his head in the water and crouched down. In the moonlight, he watched several bullets pierce through his body. After an unknown amount of time, he finally emerged from the water.

At this time, the water was only up to his thighs.

"Bang, bang, bang..." "Swish!" "Boom!" A hellish incendiary bomb exploded dozens of meters away from him. Several comrades who had gathered together were burned into fire and jumped back into the sea. There were more Aztec soldiers lying on the beach, their blood had dyed the sand red. Hundreds of soldiers were struggling and crawling on the beach, and there were more corpses rising and falling on the sea.

"We should have brought assault guns with us this time!" "Without an air force, armor, or cover, we'll have to rely entirely on close combat with light infantry. This is the best way to close the technological gap with these indigenous people!"

"Soldiers! Charge forward if you don't want to die!"

Derrick used a foreign language he wasn't very fluent in to order the suppressed natives to charge forward, and bullets rained down from a distance.

"Watch my moves!"

Left! Right! Left! Left! Left!

Derrick's body was constantly shielded by the reefs and wreckage of the wooden boat on the shore, and he continued to rush forward.

"Follow the messenger of Quetzalcoatl!" "Warriors of the Empire, attack!" "Destroy the demons!"

Led by the remaining priests, the more than one hundred Aztec warriors who were still able to move on the beach followed Derrick and his men in an orderly manner, learning how these veteran Crusaders avoided gunfire.

"How many are still alive?!"

Derrick finally entered the jungle. He turned and looked behind him. There was blood everywhere, and human arms, legs, and intestines were everywhere. But there were still more living brothers following him.

"God—God's messenger—" "Call me Captain Derrick!" "Captain Derrick, what should we do?"

Derrick looked around. Apart from a few Crusaders, this group of over a hundred people were all Aztec warriors. Many of them were injured, as the heretic bullets had directly penetrated their bodies.

Fortunately, they were not Crusaders. The armor on the Crusaders would have prevented the heretics' bullets from rolling directly inside their bodies, causing fatal damage. However, facing these Aztec warriors who refused to even wear leather armor, the heretics' bullets would only penetrate them.

No wonder there were so many people wailing on the beach but only less than two hundred people died.

"We can still continue fighting! Messenger, please give the order!"

These elite warriors have no experience in the European battlefield, but their will is definitely not inferior to that of the Crusaders.

"Knock out all the shiny things, and be careful."

One warrior looked around and pulled out a few arrows from his back. The other native warriors also began to show their elite qualities and formed a jungle battle formation. Derrick was keenly aware of the potential of these native warriors in jungle combat.

"Lord of the Night... Tezcatlipoca, bless us—"

The Aztec warriors aimed at the flashes of light that occasionally opened fire in the jungle.

"Swish--" A few arrows flew past in the darkness, and the firing point went silent.

"Bang" and "Swoosh"

A few more arrows were fired, and another heretic also went to hell to dig trenches. This army, which was almost as large as a large company, quickly wiped out all the heretics in this landing area. Most of the heretics who opened fire in the jungle were sent to see Beelzebub with bows and sharp obsidian machetes without even seeing the faces of the soldiers.

The jungle at night was the home turf of these elite warriors. Both the heretics and the Crusaders were severely lacking in experience in jungle and mountain warfare.

After all, in the era of trench warfare, it was impossible for bunkers taller than wheels to appear on the battlefield. Weeks of artillery preparation by large-caliber heavy artillery on both sides would have blasted anything higher than the trenches into pieces, not to mention the jungle!

"Da da da da da-"

The company crossed the hillside, climbed over several hills, and finally approached a Mayan city. The city was still burning everywhere, and blasphemous symbols were engraved in blood on the city walls. The heads of soldiers and civilians were chopped off by heretics, and their body parts were hung on the city walls. Hearts and skulls were used to carve blasphemous magic circles.

The demonic sorcerers used all sorts of cruel methods to torture mortals, causing their souls to scream in agony. Death in extreme emotional pain allowed them to absorb the mortals' souls to the maximum extent possible. Screams and demonic roars could still be heard from time to time within the city.

A gaping hole had been blasted through the city gate by heretic artillery fire. Dozens of heretic soldiers were patrolling with their rifles drawn. They had already received reports of the Aztec invasion from the west coast. Barbed wire, trenches, and sandbags were being dug, and surrendered Mayan warriors were working on the earthwork under bayonets and rifles. One soldier attempted a surprise attack with a bow and arrow, but found himself too far away to reach the enemy.

"It's so unfair!" an indigenous warrior cursed nearby. "Their weapons have such a long range and are so fast that we can't even see them clearly!"

Derrick didn't answer, only narrowing his eyes and observing the enemy's movements outside the city. The heretic engineers moved swiftly, the outline of the trench taking shape, and the framework of several iron watchtowers erected. If these positions were left unfinished, this light infantry unit would have no chance of victory.

"Cut down the tree!" Derrick ordered. "Make a cross right here. The bigger the better!"

The Aztec warriors stared at each other in bewilderment. Cutting down a tree? A cross? What was this messenger of Quetzalcoatl thinking at this critical moment? But they didn't question it. A warrior's duty was to obey.

In less than ten minutes, a crudely constructed wooden cross, as tall as a man, was erected. Two horizontal and vertical beams were bound with vines and stood on the muddy ground. Derrick walked forward, frowning and shaking his head. "Not enough! Make it bigger! This is a beacon!"

But no one dared to ask further questions. The warriors swung their stone axes again and chopped down an even thicker tree. Hundreds of people worked together to flatten and splice the trunk. Finally, a giant cross over three meters high stood at the edge of the jungle, like a silent giant, overlooking the Mayan city in the distance.

Derrick nodded with satisfaction, turned around and shouted to the Crusaders behind him, "Assemble! Take out your eagle emblems and crosses!"

Over a dozen Crusaders immediately gathered around, each pulling out their eagle crosses. Derrick took the lead, inflicting a wound. Bright red blood dripped from his fingertips, smearing the wooden cross. The other Crusaders followed suit, their sharp eagles slicing through their skin, blood dripping onto the wood. Soon, the cross was stained a crimson red, emitting an eerie sheen in the night.