Aztec Eternals

January is the beginning of the new year, a day of celebration and sacrifice. From the beginning of the month, grand sacrificial ceremonies have been held in various parts of Mexico. In every peaceful village and town, the priests sang and chanted, and the commoners sang and danced to celebrate the end of the month together.

The descendants of gods and nobles from various states had no intention of singing and dancing. They sent envoys to pay tribute, dispatched low-key spies, questioned the passing merchants, and paid close attention to the battle between the Leman River and the Talsas River. In the world, the two most powerful forces are engaged in the most massive and cruel war between the two longest rivers.

According to distant rumors, there were hundreds of thousands of warriors fighting staggeredly there. The shocking fight caused the birds to flee and migrate, and the pooled blood changed the color of the two rivers. But on the front line of the fierce battle, the nobles withered like flowers, and the warriors fell like raindrops, and they were humbly buried in the soil together with ordinary civilians!

Hearing the news from afar, the nobles from various states were surprised and worried. The more practical impact is reflected in the markets of the city-states.

The alliance and the kingdom wantonly intercepted the caravan, forcibly confiscated supplies, and the defeated soldiers and bandits looted everywhere, so the merchants stayed away from the fighting area. This war has been going on for a long time, and the copperware from Tarasco, the dried fish from Lake Mikencho, and the medicinal herbs from the western mountain forests are no longer available in the market. The priests of Mexica forcibly controlled the markets of the alliance states, and the grain and salt from the valley were also greatly reduced, not to mention the shields, cotton armor and sharp and fragile obsidian batons used for warfare.

Among all the news, the most unexpected is that the northern part of the Kingdom of Tarakos fell, and the Mexica Northern Army approached the capital! The god-descendant leaders of the city-state were shocked: "The Mexica have the "god-given" weapons to help them, and they are invincible all the way!" However, in more than half a year, the mighty Bronze Kingdom showed obvious decline, and it was difficult to resist the Mexica. Attack of the Sikas.

The leaders of the states are talking about it. They are very clear that the outcome of this vast war will determine the future of the entire world!

As a result, more envoys were sent out to connect different states. More spies were ordered to gather information on new Mexica weapons. In the hurry of pedestrians, February will come suddenly.

February is the season suitable for traveling. The warm sun was shining brightly, the sky was cloudless and there was no rain. The soil on the ground has become dry, the shrubs and leaves on the roadside are falling off, and the number of insects and ants is less than that in the rainy season. Long marches are made easier, also in the flat Patzcuaro lake area.

Under the golden sunlight, "Feather" Peng Guali was wearing gold and silver costumes, a gorgeous feather crown on his head, and a noble scepter in his hand, shining like a messenger of the gods. He has a dignified appearance, a generous manner, a majestic majesty, and an elegant and calm demeanor. Behind him was a gorgeous four-meter-tall flag, which was raised high by a flag-bearer.

The brand-new flag was flying in the air, its shape was according to the prince's specifications, and it was even better in terms of exquisiteness. On the front of the flag is a flying quetzal bird with slender and beautiful blue-green tail feathers. On the back is an abstract image of the three gods, with clear and vivid blood-red eyes.

Under the protection of his personal guards, Peng Guali boarded the nearby hillock and looked around excitedly. In his eyes, it was an endless marching column, a huge army of the Lake District!

The warriors in the lake area were full of fighting spirit, wearing patterned cotton armor, carrying bronze spears, batons and shields on their backs, and headed for the capital with confidence. The militiamen gathered into loose groups, like a reunited colony of ants. They took the village as a unit, and under the restraint of the militia captain, they carried the luggage of the army on their backs, and held spears with bronze, stone, and even bone spears in their hands, and headed eastward with noisy noise. At the end of the army, there are thousands of civilian men carrying food and grass. These are recruited from the nearby villages to maintain the logistics of the army.

This is a powerful Lake District Legion, with a full 10,000 Chapala warriors and 20,000 trained militiamen! The brave Chapalas are no match for the feeble Patzcuaro. They grew up in battle. While resisting the Guamal dogs in the north and fighting with the raiding squad, they suppressed the Tekos tribe in the west and swept up hostile settlements from time to time.

"This is an army to save the kingdom! And I, the leader of this army, today's 'Feather' prince, future 'Feather' king!"

On the hill, Peng Guali looked back with great pride. The eastward tributary of Lake Chapala ends here, and the easy marching route ends here. On the river, the boats transporting food were in sight, and they were continuously delivering supplies from behind. Along the tributaries of the creek, he was out of the state of Sacap, out of the shelter of mountains and forts, and could face the front of the Mexica at any time.

Thinking of this, Peng Guali frowned slightly, the last encounter on Yurilia Lake was still vivid in his memory. However, fighting on land is not as good as on the lake. Warriors can walk and hide freely. The nearby vegetation is not strong, and there is no fuel for the Mexica rockets to set fire to.

He looked ahead, and in front of him was a vast plain, surrounded by reclaimed fields, and villages dotted across the fields. Traces of the prosperity of the past are faintly visible, but now it is full of desolation and withering, with no people or smoke. This is already the edge of the Patzcuaro Lake District, and it is only a five-day journey from the capital Chin Tson Chan.

The estuary fortress has been lost, so he doesn't have to support along the Leman River, risking the risk of encountering the Mexica navy. The area around Lake Queteo was controlled by enemy fleets and was no longer safe. The latest messenger brought shocking news that the Mexica had even captured the fortress Huayamo and completely controlled the north of the capital.

Peng Guali thought carefully and repeatedly asked the scouts before he found the safest marching route. The army first went south to the small tributary river connecting Lake Chapala, then moved east along the river, all the way along the hinterland of the kingdom, to the west of the capital. The army's actions in this way actually completely gave up the rear route of attacking and harassing the Mexica Northern Army, but there is no need to worry about its own logistics.

"As long as I reach the capital and marry the princess of the former king, I will have the qualification to inherit the kingdom!"

Thinking of this, "Feather" Peng Gua showed a handsome smile, and his eyes were shining brightly, which made people look forward to it. The surrounding family warriors also looked at the Patriarch overlooking from the hill with reverent eyes.

However, not everyone has admiration for the new prince. The higher the nobles are, the more they understand the beginning and end of the Yurilia Lake water battle, the more so.

Under the protection of dozens of personal guards, a magnificently dressed nobleman, wearing a sky-blue cloak and holding a bronze spear, came to the hill with a fierce expression. He glanced complicatedly at the prince's banner behind Peng Guali, curled his lips slightly, and then said loudly.

"Dear Feather, the scouts at the frontline found smoke and dust rising in the east, which should be the traces of the Mexica army marching! We must quickly form a team, take the initiative to attack, and prepare for a glorious war!"

Peng Gua's color froze inside. He raised his head in surprise and looked at the nobleman in front of him.

"Dear Oanda, the god descendant of the 'sky', are you sure you saw the army of the Mexica? These days, there are always some Mexica scouts nearby with whistles and hawks, but they are just the enemy's squad. This is located in the westernmost part of the lake area , It is a distance of one or two hundred miles from Huayamo Fortress where the main force of the Mexica people gathered! Is the army of the Mexica people really appearing in the east?"

In Tarasco, Oanda means sky. For such a noble name, the family inheritance is not inferior to Feather, even better!

In fact, this is indeed the case, the sky family has a prominent position in the Chapala Lake District. Even with the canonization of the prince, Peng Guali is only the supreme commander of the Lake District Army in name. In his hands, he can only firmly grasp 5,000 warriors and 10,000 militiamen. And Oanda, the nobleman in blue in front of him, has 3,000 warriors and 6,000 militiamen under him, and is the second member of the Lake District Legion.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Oanda's mouth, as if with a silent mockery. Then, he actually taunted.

"Prince 'Feather' who is brave and good at fighting, and will never retreat, you are familiar with the real battlefield, and you must know that in this dry season, on this open plain, the trajectory of the army's movement cannot be concealed. With the scale of our march , The raised smoke and dust enveloped the sky, and could be easily seen by enemies more than ten miles away, or even farther away! So I don't know why the Prince detoured from the south and took these two days of unnecessary travel."

"And if the Mexica want to attack us, they will inevitably send an army of more than 10,000 people! Their actions cannot be concealed, and the smoke and dust from the east will soon be seen here."

Speaking of this, Oanda, who had gone through the battle, looked east, thought for a moment, and continued to speak.

"'Feather' Peng Guali, we have about six or seven quarters of an hour to prepare for the battle and line up the formation. Then two quarters of an hour later, the two armies will formally engage in battle. We should launch the charge first, without giving Opportunity for the other party to make arrangements!"

Peng Guali was stunned for a moment, then tiptoed to look towards the east. In the far east, you can indeed see the faint smoke and dust approaching here. He thought of the might of the Mexica army again, and the pride in his heart suddenly faded, showing hesitation.

"Oanda, the army has been marching for half a day, and they are always a little tired. There are neither hills and hills to occupy the land, nor towns and fortresses to rely on. The water army can protect our left or right wing and respond to the commander at any time. Moreover, on the west side of the river, I remember there is a hill tens of meters high, which can occupy a favorable position."

Oanda listened with a sullen face, and the more he listened, the more ugly his face became. In the end, he finally couldn't help but uttered a rage, interrupting the legion commander's plan.

"Peng Guali! When the two armies meet, there is no retreat, but life and death are entrusted to the gods, and they are just fighting! Elite warriors can move flexibly, how can these clumsy militiamen be mobilized in front of the enemy? Once commanded indiscriminately, the army Collision is the end of failure without a fight. Since you are lucky enough to become the commander in chief, you must assume the responsibility of the commander in chief and don't issue ridiculous orders!.

Cardinals and kestrels both have gorgeous plumage. The former just twittered and flaunted his power, and was afraid of the real wild wolf; the latter soared in the sky, bravely pounced on the black panther in the jungle! As a noble family in the Lake District, you must live up to your name and don't shame the warriors of Chapala! "

Peng Guali's face was bluish and red, he clenched the noble scepter in his hand, and almost swung it with all his strength. The last nobleman who dared to yell at him like this has become a captive of the Mexica, and his life and death are unknown! He looked at Oanda in front of him with a cold face, neither gave orders nor spoke.

Not far behind him, another nobleman wearing a silver-white robe saw the two arguing and trotted over. With a smile like a spring breeze on his face, he stretched out his hands at the same time, holding the two commanders, and persuaded with a smile.

"Prince 'Feather', respected Commander 'Sky', what you say is all right! It is indeed safe to retreat more than a dozen miles to the rear, occupying a favorable terrain and standing in an invincible position. But the Mexica are right ahead , I don’t know the number, and going without a fight is always a bit of a loss of morale. The army in the lake area is so impressive. Under the leadership of the two commanders, the warriors and militiamen all have the belief of victory and are eager for a glorious battle!

Seeing that King Qincongcan is only a few days away, as long as the incoming enemies are defeated, there will be no obstacles ahead. At that time, everyone will be the heroes who save the capital! The nobles of the Chapala Lake District can finally feel proud in front of the nobles of the royal capital, and even go one step further! "

Hearing the words of the nobleman in white, Peng Guali's expression softened slightly. He gave Ouanda a hard look, and the other party also knew that he was anxious just now, and his tone was quite heavy, so he lowered his head slightly at this time, expressing his obedience and concession. Afterwards, Peng Guali made a little effort to break free from the held arm, and then smiled slightly at the other party.

"Dear 'Silver' Taikata, what you said is indeed reasonable, and let me wait and see the enemy's military strength!"

The meaning of Taikata is silver, silver, implying the brilliance of the gods. This is another noble family name. Taikata is the third member of the Lake District Legion. He controls two thousand warriors and four thousand militiamen. He is very gentle and kind. Everyone sold him a face, maintaining the superficial unity and harmony among the great nobles of the coalition army.

Then, Commander "Feather" pondered for a moment, and asked the guard beside him who knew the terrain well.

"Where is this place?"

"My dear prince, this is the plain called Takuro between Sakap State and Patzcuaro Lake District."

"What does Takuro mean?"

"Takuro is a resting place, a place where birds fall from the sky. In the earliest days, it was a meadow with lush water and grass. Later, the ancestors migrated to drive away wild animals, and it was turned into a fertile field after reclamation. "

The guard quickly recalled and answered in a low voice.

Hearing "a flock of birds falling from the sky", "Feather" Peng Guali frowned. This seemed to be a bad omen, and this place might not be suitable for combat.

Taikata observed the words and expressions, and immediately opened his mouth with a smile.

"The hawks of Chapala fell from the sky and tore the jaguars of the Mexica to sacrifice to the mother of the earth! The ancestors of Tarasco bulldozed the land in the lake and drove out the invading Mexica beasts, Cultivate fertile fields! Prince 'Feather', this is a good omen! This battle must be won!"

Hearing this, "Feather" Peng Guali and "Sky" Oanda looked at each other and laughed at the same time after a while. The two looked towards the east, and the rising smoke and dust were finally clearly visible.

At the end of the sky, the legions of the Mexica gradually appeared, their spears and clubs gleamed coldly. Soon, a series of military orders came from the small hill, and the Tarasco Legion began to stop on the spot, reorganize their formation, and the brightly colored flags flew up and down. At this point, the war is inevitable, and the epic begins!

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