Aztec Eternals

The gentle spring breeze blows across the soft earth, and the vast wilderness is full of harmonious spring scenery. Yellow wildflowers bloom on the plains of the Lake District, and red birds chase and fly low in the sky. The intertwined streams sang soft songs, and the towering mountains undulated in the distant sky. The spring is sunny and the grass is flourishing. It is a quiet and peaceful time.

However, under the bright spring, this time is full of infinite murderous opportunities! Shulot boarded the hill and looked ahead, and a mighty army came from the end of his sight. There are tens of thousands of Tarasco's royal army, lined up in a strict queue, flowing like a torrent. The samurai's footsteps were merciless. They trampled off the blooming wild flowers, lowered their weapons, and startled the flying birds in the sky.

Shulot stared for a moment, his pupils contracting slightly. The enemy army marched in groups, but there was no confusion in the queue. Then, the royal army several miles away stopped and gradually spread to the two wings. Immediately, an inherited eagle flag was revealed, standing high in the center of the army formation. The young commander's gaze rests on the ancient flag, and the golden eagle is about to fly. It always reminds people of a long way and a lot.

After a while, Shulot moved his gaze down and landed on the army formation under the flag, and quickly frowned. He observed for a few breaths, and turned his head to look at the warrior commander beside him.

"Is this Tarasco's copper ax guard?"

Berthard stared forward with his eagle eyes and nodded solemnly.

"Yes, Your Highness. This is the core of Tarasco's royal family's rule of the world, the most elite copper ax guard. It is the king of Tarasco, and it was specially selected by the kings of Tarasco in order to compete with the most honorable eagle battle group in the alliance. Formed. Unlike the nobles of the alliance, the Copper Ax Guards are pure elite warriors. They are loyal to the royal family and do not have independent fiefdoms, so they can withstand higher battle losses. Four years ago, they The Tacuaro Valley raided King Avit's pro-army, defeated two thousand jaguar battle groups, and forced King Avit to flee eastward. The alliance army was then defeated, and the first western expedition also failed."

Shulot nodded slightly, silent. Avit lost his military power after that battle, and also lost his right to inherit the throne. There was a turmoil in the capital city in the lake, and then with the support of the chief priests, Tisok succeeded to the throne.

Berthard withdrew his sharp eyes and looked at Shulot solemnly.

"Your Highness, the king of Mexica cannot fail in the war. This guard wears a copper helmet, a copper ax on his waist, and a new longbow behind his back. We need to be careful."

Hearing this, Xiulot clenched his palms slightly, but his face was full of confidence. He laughed loudly.

"Two years ago, I saw this guard once on the north bank of the Leman River. It was just across the river, so I didn't really fight with them. Today is a good day! Come, join my loyal warriors, and personally defeat this The famous Custodian, capture the king of Tarasco alive!"

Hearing His Highness's heroic words, the surrounding pro-army also shouted and cheered together. The black wolf's commander-in-chief flag was majesticly erected on the hill, and the 3,000 shooting regiment then stationed under the flag. The longbow warriors occupied the ground, sticking their arrows only in the soil in front of them. The mighty melee army crossed the hill and spread out in front of the handsome flag. The central army consisted of 7,000 pike militiamen, the left wing consisted of 3,000 religious warriors, and the right flank consisted of 3,000 Holy City Legions. On the outskirts of the warrior formation, there were 2,000 patrolling longbow militiamen and 1,000 elite scouts from the Northern Army.

As for the western city-state legion, they couldn't keep up with the speed of the legion, and they suffered a lot of losses in the battle of Takuro Plain. The aristocratic private army has wandering minds and is difficult to rely on. For this decisive battle, Xiulot only recruited hundreds of elite warriors from the nobles of the city-state to join the northern army's scout team. The main force of the city-state legion is stationed at Huayamo Fortress, maintaining the food road while maintaining pressure on Qincongcancheng.

The army is lined up with the commander in the middle. Standing on a high place, Xiulot watched the nearly 20,000 troops assembled with all their strength, and his passionate pride surged in his chest. He raised his head and looked at the vast blue sky. Misty clouds transformed into palaces in the sky, and the sun ascended to the divine throne in the sky. Under the gaze of the Lord God, the grand ceremony is about to begin!

"Tens of thousands of warriors from the two armies and two god-descendant commanders are all sacrifices to the Sun God. The rise and fall of the kingdom will be fought here!"

A few miles away, Su Angua, under the eagle flag, looked passionate. He looked around at his cronies, encouraging the morale of the generals. Seeing the lineup of the Mexican Northern Army today, his heart sank suddenly. The opponent's military capacity is well-organized, and the number far exceeds that of the own side. This battle will not be easy.

Therefore, the young king summoned his trusted generals and made a solemn promise for the last time.

"The temples of the three gods, the tombs of your ancestors, your lands, manors, relatives and children must be protected by sticks and axes in your hands! Go back and tell your warriors: Kasongchi Suangwa swears here, as long as this If you win the first battle, when you return to the capital, you will spend all the land and property of the royal family and share the wealth with them! As long as you win this battle, no matter how many survivors there are, all the militiamen will be promoted to warriors, and all warriors will be promoted to nobles!"

Hearing the king's promise, the officers of each battalion looked surprised and looked at each other silently for a moment. Among the loyal king's army, the majesty of the king is not questioned. After a while, the officers who came to their senses paid homage one after another, thanked the king for his generosity, and turned to return to the camp. Soon after, continuous cheers sounded in the legion.

Su Angua remained silent. He stared at the black wolf banner on the opposite side, thought for a while, and suddenly a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"I heard that the commander of the Mexica on the opposite side is called Shulot, and he is not very old, less than twenty years old?"

The cronies beside him stepped forward and bowed their heads to report.

"Your Majesty is wise. According to information, the chief and deputy marshals of the North Road are the descendants of Iskoartel, a branch of the royal family of Mexica. The deputy marshal is his father Xiusoke, and the commander is his son Xiulot. And Shulot is the nominal heir of the current alliance king, Avit. It is said that he is only fifteen years old, and it is rumored that he is the reincarnation of a sage and possesses the divinely inspired Su Hui."

Su Angua shook his head slightly. To be able to lead an army to achieve such a record, no matter how intelligent he was, it was impossible for him to be only fifteen years old. This was probably a deliberate bragging of the Mexica. But even if he was twenty years old, he was still young, and he must have insufficient experience in some aspects.

"Born in a branch, victorious all the way, young and vigorous"

The same young king pondered for a while, and his thoughts became clearer. He called his confidants.

"In the name of the royal family of Tarasco, you, as my envoy, invite His Royal Highness Mexica to meet before the battle."

Afterwards, Su Angua beckoned, let his cronies take two steps forward, and whispered in his ear.

"You hinted in your words that King Tarasco intends to surrender to His Majesty Mexica. The king is willing to hand over the great capital and the rich southern border, and only wants to be entrusted in the desolate southwest mountainous area, and the royal family's inheritance can be preserved. Specifically Conditions can be negotiated in person, but must be personally promised by His Highness."

The confidant opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and looked at the majestic king.

"Your Majesty, this, this"

"I've made up my mind, hurry up and spread the word!"

Su Angua's face sank like water, and he shouted sharply. He watched his confidant walk towards the front of the battle silently with his head bowed, and then he turned his head slightly and called for the general of the personal guard.

"Yoku, my loyal hound, you have always been brave and good at shooting, are you familiar with the new longbow?"

In Prepecha, yoku means hound and coyote. In the Kingdom of Tarasco, this is a noble family that has been passed down for hundreds of years and has always been the Kingdom's personal guard. Hearing the king's inquiry, a middle-aged warrior with a simple face took two steps forward silently. He knelt on one knee like a statue, bowing his head solemnly.

"Your Majesty, if you use a new longbow, you can shoot a bird within sixty paces."

"If the bird doesn't move, how far can you be sure?"

Yoku raised his head slightly, revealing his deep eyes. He followed the king's line of sight, thought for a moment, and answered cautiously.

"Within 120 steps, you can try it. Within 100 steps, you must hit the black wolf."

Su Angua nodded slightly, and then gave the order.

"Yoku, quickly summon the ten most proficient archers among the guards. You will follow me later to meet the commander of the Mexica."

Then, he beckoned Yoku to come forward and whispered something in a low voice. He saluted Convenience with a serious expression, turned around and strode away.

The young king thought for a while, then spoke loudly again.

"Come here, order the priests to raise the holy fire, hold the pre-battle ceremony, and pray to the three gods! Then take the copper armor offered by the Ivacio coppersmiths, and the sturdy copper helmet!"

The chilling army formation clanged and unfolded, and the burning flames crackled and ignited. The priests of Tarasco built the altar, threw in baskets of spices without hesitation, and burned pleasant smoke. Amid the green smoke, Su Angua narrowed his eyes. He looked at the trusted envoy, and watched the envoy walk out of the army formation, walk towards the enemy, and then walk up the hill until heilang's commander-in-chief flag.

The black wolf, which symbolizes the god of death, fluttered high on the banner, and howled toward the newborn sun. Under the banner, the young commander looked surprised and looked at the enemy envoy kneeling in front of him.

"King of Tarasco, Kasonchi of the Prepechas, Eagle of the Land of the Lakes, His Majesty Suangua, His Majesty of Mexica, Divine Enlightenment of the Tenochtitlans, The black wolf in the capital of the gods, Marshal Xiu Luote solemnly salutes. For the glory of the gods, the two great alliances fought bloody battles to the death, and the holy blood flowed wantonly. At this moment, the earth is flooded with bright red, and the world has come to the end of the war of gods .The kings meet under the gaze of the gods, and leave an immortal declaration."

"The supreme sun god rises into the sky, and the moon hangs behind the mountains. The eagle on the lake is willing to sit on the cactus, let the spikes pierce its wings. It bows its head, softly howls to the mighty black wolf, and offers patz The fattest fish on Lake Quaro. From now on, the eagle will enter the cave in the southwest, where he will guard the frontier for the sun"

Shulot skipped the ritualized preface, pondered over the metaphorical words, and then asked in surprise.

"You mean, before the battle between the two armies, Suangwa is willing to surrender to the alliance and dedicate the Patzcuaro Lake area? Southwest, garrison. He asked for a fief in the southwest?"

The messenger pursed his lips and nodded silently. There was a trace of despair in his expression, but also the final stubbornness.

"No, His Majesty didn't say that. He just asked His Highness of Mexica to wait for a while. According to the noble etiquette of the Tula people, before the official battle, the royal families of the two gods should meet each other. Salute. This battle is destined to be passed down to the world and become an immortal chapter in the poet's mouth. The two kings will meet before the battle, and their names will be passed down in the epic!"

Seeing the messenger's expression, Shulot showed a slight smile.

"You are a good envoy, please step back and wait!"

Afterwards, two personal guards stepped forward and took the enemy's envoy to a distance. Shulot looked at the enemy's Wang Qi facing him far away, and fell into deep thought. After a while, he looked at the most trustworthy warrior commander.

"Bothard, the two armies are about to fight, and the world will be settled in one battle. At this time, Su Angua invited me to talk before the battle. What is the idea?"

Berthard thought for a while, then answered quietly.

"Your Highness, Su Angua must either sincerely surrender or harbor malicious intentions. He may be hoping to persuade His Highness to find an opportunity; or he may just be delaying time and waiting for reinforcements. But in fact, his thoughts are not important. The important thing Yes, Your Highness, your plan. Do you want Suangwa to surrender?"

Hearing the samurai commander's question, Shulot laughed.

"Of course! The outcome of this battle is yet to be known. Although our army is superior in numbers, the enemy is full of elites."

The young commander looked across. Tens of thousands of Tarasco kings' army was in strict formation and well-equipped, and they lined up steadily in front of the Mexica Legion. A warm breeze blew, bringing faint cheers from the enemies, and the smell of spices in the wind. The priests of Tarasco danced wildly on the altar around the holy fire, boosting the morale of the army.

"The Royal Legion is different from the Chapala Legion. They are united and determined to fight to the death. The Northern Army in this battle is all my reliable direct descendants. Even if the bloody battle is won, I don't know how many warriors will be lost. If we just meet for a while, we can Taking down Tarasco's army is simply like a benevolent gift from the Lord God! Qin Congcan went down without a fight, even this year's spring plowing, the Lake District can catch up!"

A smile appeared on Shulot's face. He wished to preserve the vitality of the Land of the Lake, both commoners and warriors. Because, in his heart, he has a vast future and too many grand plans.

Bertard looked at the young commander, seeing the bright light in his eyes. The warrior commander was silent for a while, and then he spoke ruthlessly.

"Then, my lord, can you accept Suangua's surrender?"