Aztec Eternals

"Goddess Haratana, receive my soul!"

A shrill cry resounded in front of the two armies, and the last Tarasco fighter who engaged in combat threw his shield forward. Then, surrounded by a dozen or so Mexica warriors, he swung his copper ax in desperate hands and lunged at the nearest enemy.

"boom!"

The Mexica warrior directly in front quickly sank and raised his shield. The sharp ax slashed fiercely on the shield, and the ax blade penetrated three points into the wood.

"Pfft!" Before the Tarasco warrior could pull out the copper axe, Nekari stepped forward and squatted down, slashing the opponent's thigh with an axe, breaking a vital artery, and the warm liquid sprayed out immediately. Immediately the Tarasco lost his strength and could not stand still. Immediately, the surrounding Mexica warriors surged up, swung their batons violently, and smashed each other to death in an instant.

Nekari lowered the bloody copper ax in his hand, and straightened up proudly. He looked around, the open battlefield was blood red, and fallen corpses were scattered all over the field. The breeze was blowing, like the benevolent hands of the god of war, carrying a strong bloody breath. The senior scout closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the slightly sweet smell. The glory of the bloody battle and the joy of victory reverberated in his chest together. Then, together with other warriors, he spread his arms and shouted to the sky.

"The god of war, Vitzilopochtli, protect us! Holy victory belongs to the Alliance! Glorious Mexica warrior, invincible!"

"Invincible!!"

Witnessing the victory in the first fight, the Mexica army burst into applause. The warriors shouted in unison, prayed to the gods in the sky, and praised the glory of the warriors! The priests danced the ritual dance again and chanted poems praising the God of War. On the opposite side, the Tarasco army was quiet, and the warriors of the king's army looked heavy, and their morale dropped significantly.

"It's really a wonderful fight! I want to reward the victorious warriors and promote them to military nobles!"

Xiulot on the hill was smiling and couldn't help clapping his hands in admiration. His eyes swept over the surviving people, silently counting the number of rewards, and then his heart sank.

Of the one hundred Mexica warriors participating in the fight, less than twenty could stand on the battlefield at this time. This is a casualty rate of more than 80%, and it is the bloodiest sacrifice to the gods! On the opposite side, the Tarasco warriors had a 100% casualty rate. The surviving Mexica warriors showed no mercy. They took out the obsidian dagger and checked the corpses on the ground one by one. When you encounter an enemy who is not dead, you should make up a vital point; when you encounter a comrade who can be healed, you should carefully carry it back to the rear.

Tarasco's royal army watched all this silently, and no one stepped forward to stop it. This is how the holy fight is: witness by the gods, fight in front of the battle, never die!

"Skilled in combat, brave and seasoned. Believe in the gods, and regard death as life. There are so many experienced Mexica warriors!"

Su Angua's eyes flickered, thinking about the details of the engagement. In this battle that was destined to consume each other, he did not use the most elite copper ax guards, and the commander on the opposite side did not use the pro-army around him, and the people participating in the battle were ordinary senior warriors. But the overall situation can be seen from the details. The Mexica elite warriors promoted according to their military merits are obviously superior in martial arts.

"Then, we should try our best to avoid melee in the decisive battle. Rely more on the discipline of the king's army, rely on the sharpness of the bronze soldiers, form a spear formation and cooperate with each other to fight in groups before the formation. Since it is unfavorable, let's carry out the warriors' one-on-one fight!"

The young king nodded slightly, then waved his scepter. The drums of war sounded again in Tarasco's army. A strong bronze ax warrior then stepped out of the guards and came to the front of the two armies.

"Blessed by the Sun God Kulikaveri! I, the warrior from Apatzingan, Hitarama the Crocodile Catcher, challenge the bravest Mexica warrior!"

The returning Toltek has reported to Shulot. At this time, he was standing in the guard behind His Highness. Hearing the fight from the Tarascos, the warlike black wolf immediately stepped out, shouting with gleam in his eyes.

"Your Highness, I, Toltek, am willing to fight!"

Hearing this, Xiulot pondered for a while, then nodded with a smile.

"Okay! My black wolf, go and catch prey for me, and show off your skills in front of the two armies!"

Toltek bowed his head excitedly. Disgraceful spear throwing or bows and arrows are not allowed in pre-battle. Hei Lang then put down his longbow and copper arrows, and strode out of the army formation with only his baton and shield in hand.

"Blessed by the God of War, Vitzilopochtli! I, the warrior from Tepanikapan, Toltek the 'Black Wolf', challenge the warriors of Tarasco!"

Toltek grinned and showed a bright smile, with majestic confidence overflowing on his face. The samurai on the opposite side nodded slightly, and then took out the copper ax from his waist. The two stood on the blood-stained battlefield, standing at a distance of more than ten steps from each other.

Hei Lang put away his smile, and clenched his baton and shield tightly. His eyes were fixed on the opponent's figure, and his gaze swept across the fatal head, neck, side waist, and genitals like a sharp knife.

After a moment of silence, the drums of war suddenly sounded. The warriors on both sides half-raised their shields at the same time, advanced a few steps, and soon reached the distance where the weapons were handed over. Then, the footsteps of the two began to change rapidly, and at the same time moved to the side that was difficult for the other to take care of, like jackals circling. The weapons in the hands of both sides also shook slightly, making it difficult to judge the attacking action.

The tense confrontation and movement lasted a dozen or so breaths. Hitarama kept catching Toltek's figure from the corner of his eye, and then his expression turned serious, realizing that his opponent's agility was higher than his own. He didn't hesitate anymore, let out a shout, and suddenly strode forward. He swung the huge shield outward with his left arm, disturbing the opponent's line of sight, first retracted his right arm slightly, and locked his eyes on the opponent's side waist, it was a quick slash!

At this moment of life-and-death struggle, Toltek's eyes lit up. He dodged his feet, and took two steps diagonally forward, sticking to the shield of the opponent's left hand, avoiding the slash of his right hand. Afterwards, Hei Lang pushed forward the shield in his left hand, interrupting the opponent's attempt to turn around, and swung his right hand suddenly from below.

"Center!!"

"Bang, click", there was a crisp collision accompanied by the sound of bones breaking. The obsidian baton drew a cruel arc, and hit the Tarasco warrior hard on the back of the head.

"Ugh! Hmph" The bent neck suppressed the throat that made the sound, and Hitarama's miserable cry only uttered halfway, and it turned into a low end sound in the nasal cavity. He "groaned" twice like a dying hare, his nostrils bled, and his head swayed and fell to his side.

"Bang!" Toltek didn't hold back, and hit the Tarasco warrior on the head again. The other party fell to the ground with a "plop", let go of the battle ax in his hand, his hands and feet trembled twice, and there was no more sound.

Fast speed, majestic power, precise timing! In a true warrior's duel, the attack never misses, and the winner is determined when the shot is taken. Life and death are but a moment!

Toltek glanced at his dead opponent and grinned again, a smile of pure joy. He took a few deep breaths, adjusting to the rapid breathing that came with the explosion. Then, the black wolf raised his arms high and shouted loudly towards the front of the formation.

"Wizilopochtli, God of War, blessed me! I, the black wolf Toltek, defeated my opponent!! I am His Highness's black wolf, hunting the white stag of Tarasco!!!"

The heroic shout spread far and wide. Su Angua's face sank when he saw the samurai bragging about his victory. He turned his head and looked at the general of the personal guard, Yuku.

"Yoku, my loyal hound. If you play instead, how sure are you of victory?"

Yuku's face was like a sculpture, looking at Toltek's flushed face, he spoke in a deep voice.

"Proficient in combat skills and quick in action. The breathing is a little messy, but the physical strength is still there. Your Majesty, I am 60% sure."

Su Angua shook his head slightly. He swung his scepter again, and another mighty warrior with copper ax saluted the king and walked out of the guard in silence. Holding an extraordinarily huge shield, he looked at Toltek standing in the field and shouted loudly.

"Blessed by the Sun God! I, the warrior from Sacap, Eisli the 'Deer', will fight against Toltek the 'Black Wolf'!"

Toltek nodded solemnly, and sank down to prepare for battle. Not long after, the death drum beats again!

Amidst the thundering drums, Toltek advanced a few steps, and once again began a stalemate with his opponent. Eisley is worthy of the name of the deer. He has quick steps and moves extremely fast. The two dealt with each other for more than a dozen breaths, but neither of them could occupy the dominant position. The confident black wolf waited no longer. He made rapid progress, approaching within two steps of his opponent, and then thrust his stick close to his body from top to bottom, sending out a quick and powerful short blow.

"Bang!" Eisley took a step back, raised his shield steadily, and caught the attack. He moved his figure again, keeping the copper ax in his right hand hidden, maintaining a powerful deterrent. The fierce blows were broken at the touch of a touch, and the opponent maintained a steady defense without revealing any flaws. Toltek had no choice but to distance himself, and dealt with Eisley again.

Similar fights keep happening. This fight lasted an astonishing three or four minutes. Only then did Toltek find the opportunity to cut Eisley's left leg and his opponent's right arm. In the end, he took a step forward, slammed downwards, knocked the shield away, broke through the opponent's defense from the front for the first time, and then chopped Eisley to death with his backhand!

The copper ax in Eisley's hand fell feebly. Until his death in battle, this tough Tarasco warrior never really made a single shot.

"Damn it! What Sacap's 'Jiaolu'? It's a turtle from the Leman River!"

Toltek's face was flushed, and he was panting heavily. The intense movement and fighting consumed too much energy. After a while, he raised his arms again and shouted in front of the two armies.

"Blessed by the God of War! I, the black wolf Toltek, defeated my opponent!! No one in Tarasco can compare with me!!!"

Hearing this, Su Angua looked calm. He looked at the general of the personal guard again.

"how?"

"The breathing is messed up, and the physical strength is no longer. I have lost my caution and my heart is proud. Your Majesty, I will kill this person!"

Yuku firmly affirmed. Su Angua smiled and nodded. The sculpture-like warrior held a slender copper spear and a sharp copper ax on his waist, striding out of the army formation with unusually precise steps.

"The mighty warrior, Yuku the Hound, fight Toltek the Black Wolf!"

Yuku's face was like a rock, and he briefly and calmly called out to fight, only his eyes sparkled with a fighting spirit like fire.

Toltek was taken aback for a moment. This is the middle-aged warrior next to the king, who he had observed carefully just now. Immediately, the same fiery fighting intent flashed in his eyes. The two looked at each other again, and even the air became hot. Hei Lang took a deep breath and assumed a fighting stance again.

At this time, the sharp conch horn suddenly blew from under the black wolf's banner. Then, the samurai captain Bertard hurried out and grabbed Toltek who was waiting for the battle.

"Your Highness has ordered Toltek to return to the army! Give up the opportunity to fight to other warriors!"

Reluctantly, Toltek struggled in the hands of the warrior commander. He turned his head vigorously and looked at the hill not far away. Under the flying flag, His Highness looked serious and nodded affirmatively. Only then did Hei Lang lower his head, instead of looking at the hound who was definitely laughing at him, he returned to the army formation dejectedly.

Yuku didn't smile. He watched the original prey leave with a blank expression, and then slightly closed his eyes, motionless, waiting for the new prey.

After a while, a burly Mexica warrior stepped out of the formation. He held his head high and shouted proudly forward.

"Guardian of the God of War! I, the warrior of Tolokanbang, the heir of the noble nobility, the brave 'Black Panther' Yormak, fight against Tarasco's 'Hound' Yukuyo! Remember, the one who killed you It's Yomak!"

Yoku opened his eyes slightly, took a closer look at the opponent's extremely tall figure, and the calves that couldn't be covered by the shield, and nodded slowly. He put down his shield, held the nearly two-meter copper spear with both hands, and pointed forward obliquely. The left hand near the front is slightly loose, and the right hand near the back is firmly held, then the legs are opened, bowed slightly, and just stand still and wait like this.

The thunderous war drum sounded again. Yormak held up his shield, held his baton, and strode a few steps forward. His eyes were fixed on Yoku, but he couldn't see a trace of his opponent's movement, just like facing a frozen sculpture. The burly warrior strode forward, stamping deep marks on the soil on the ground. He believes in his majestic power, unstoppable in his hometown of Tolokam.

Soon, there were only five steps between the two of them. Yomak pushed out the shield in his left hand, swung the baton in his right hand, and rushed towards the shieldless enemy in front of him!

At this moment of lightning and flint, Yoku finally made a move! With a flash in his eyes, he took a step sideways, lowered his left hand loosely, and raised his right hand firmly. Then, his right hand suddenly pushed forward, hitting the half-loose left hand, and the two hands met, a precise and fierce thrust!

The shiny gun tip drew a sudden and rapid arc, and pierced into Yormack's calf with a "poof!" The opponent's burly body in the charge suddenly staggered, and the shield in his hand subconsciously pressed down. "Crack!" The copper spear was quickly retracted against the shield, making an ear-piercing scratching sound. Then there was another "poof!"

A smile finally appeared on Yoku's sculpture's face. "Boom!" He kicked the opponent's shield, and with the force of the shock, he retracted the sharp spear from the enemy. The shield and battle club fell, and the burly Yormak fell backwards on his back like a fragile reed toy of the Mayans. He tried his best to raise his hands and held down the blood-spraying neck, and bright red burst out from the big hole above the collarbone. Soon, boundless darkness struck from the scarlet, mercilessly devouring him.

Yoku stuck his bronze spear in the ground, turned around, and bowed his head to the king. Then, he calmly raised his arms, declaring victory to the Mexica army. Cheers finally sounded from Tarasco's army formation, accompanied by the excited shouts of the warriors.

"Yoku! Yoku! The hunting dog bestowed by the three gods, to capture the tigers and leopards of the Mexica!!"

Under the wolf flag, Shulot opened his eyes wide, recalling the action of the Tarasco warrior stabbing the spear, but he couldn't remember it clearly. The young commander looked solemn. He heard the shouts of the enemy army, gritted his teeth slightly, and waved the small flag again.

This time, a mighty jaguar warrior stepped out of the formation. Wearing colorful tiger-skin armor and a drooping crown of feathers, he roared ferociously at the enemies in front of him.

"Guardian of the God of War! I, the warrior of Tenochtitlan, "War Tiger" Ixka, fight against Tarasco's "Hound" Yukuyo!"

Seeing the jaguar warrior's attire, Yoku looked serious. He clenched the spear in his hand and bowed his head in salute. The fierce drums of war sounded again, and the duel of life and death continued!

Ixka only landed on the ground with the front half of his feet, maintaining the undulating lightness like a tiger or leopard. He moved quickly with small steps, afraid of Yoku's swift and precise spear, and maintained maximum flexibility.

This time, "Hound" Yoku also started to move. His steps are extremely precise, and his distance control is perfect. The two sides tentatively fought for several times, and he was always able to dodge the opponent's attack in just the right position. And with the advantage of the length of the copper spear, he was like a long snake pounced, attacking Ikska's weak points again and again.

"Bang, bang!" The jaguar warrior's shield was steady and powerful. Ikska raised his shield to block, turned his shield sideways, without any redundant movements, completely defending against all attacks. He got close to the opponent several times, swung the baton in his right hand, and suddenly hit the opponent's vitals!

But Yuku is like a nimble hound, with light steps, and dodges so cleverly. From time to time, he separated his hands, and used the thick gun shaft to push the stick aside, and when he backhanded, he shot again quickly! The two kept circling like a jumping tiger or leopard, every simple movement was full of infinite murderous intent!

Standing on a high place, Xiulot carefully watched the wonderful fight, his eyes sparkling.

In the use of the spear, this Tarasco warrior already had the embryonic form of the spear technique of the Celestial Dynasty. With the development of armor, pike infantry will occupy the absolute main force in the medieval army. This kind of spear technique is slightly improved and simplified, and it is suitable for large-scale promotion in the army.

A moment later, Ixka roared suddenly. He vigorously threw the shield in his left hand, and quickly swung his left arm to control the spear stabbed by the opponent. Afterwards, the jaguar warrior stepped forward, raised the baton in his right hand, and was about to deliver an imminent fatal blow to the unarmed enemy!

At this moment, a strange smile appeared on Yuku's indifferent face. He suddenly let go of the hands holding the gun, and punched with his left hand, hitting the opponent's shoulder holding the stick, slowing down the speed of swinging the stick. And almost at the same moment, his right hand pulled out the copper ax at his waist extremely quickly, and with a short and powerful slash, he slashed directly into the opponent's neck!

"Zizi!" Blood gushed out, spattering the faces of the two of them. Ixka's pupils contracted suddenly, and the pain made him convulse all over. There was cold pity in Yoku's eyes. He slashed fiercely again, and a large head fell off instantly like a real thing. Bright blood bloomed dazzlingly, and eternal liberation really came!

The situation in the arena was reversed in an instant, and Xiulot opened his eyes wide in surprise. He watched as Yoku stepped back, wiped the blood off his face, bowed his head to the king, and raised his arms again. The Tarasco warriors cheered wildly, but the Mexica warriors were silent.

"What a terrific warrior!"

After a while, Shulot came back to his senses and praised in a low voice. He had been paying attention to King Tarasco, and when he saw him walking away from the king, he realized that this was a truly powerful warrior. The commander-in-chief of the youth hastily ordered to recall the exhausted General Ai.

"how?"

Shulot looked calmly and looked at Toltek. Hei Lang kept yelling just now, demanding to continue to participate in the war. At this moment, he kept silent, looking at Yoku who raised his arms in the field, the fighting spirit in his eyes became brighter.

"how?"

Shulot looked at Berthard again. The warrior commander clenched the baton in his hand, and replied in a low voice.

"Not weaker than me, it's worth a fight. If you don't use bows and arrows, you're only 60% sure."

Hearing this, Xiulot shook his head. He was in a difficult situation for a while, and even the commander of the warrior found it tricky, so the others must die if they go out to fight.

While the young commander was pondering, a Mexica scout came rushing from the north. Waving a red flag symbolizing urgency in his hand, he walked through unimpeded accompanied by his personal guards until he fell in front of His Highness.

"Your Highness! More than ten miles to the north, reinforcements from the Tarascos appeared! The enemy army numbered more than 2,000, all dressed in warrior armor, with hummingbird banners in the formation, and came from the royal capital Qincongcan City!"

"What? More than two thousand, more than ten miles away?!"

Xiulot clenched his fists and asked sharply.

"Are you sure it's Qincong Cancheng's reinforcements? The western city-state legion is in charge of guarding the capital. Is there a messenger to pass it on?!"

"The scout confirms that it is Qin Congcan's banner! The city-state legion has no messenger yet!"

"Damn it! These blind moles can't take on the heavy responsibility, and they're ruining my big business!"

The young commander just cursed in a low voice, immediately rectified his emotions, and solemnly gave orders to the generals.

"Toltec!"

"exist!"

"Give you two thousand longbow militiamen and five hundred elite scouts to stop the northern enemy! Before I defeat Suangua, no enemy army is allowed to go south, can it be done?!"

"Promise! I am willing to die for His Highness, and I will defeat the enemy in front of me!!"

Toltek looked passionate. He knelt down on one knee and raised his hand in promise.

"good!"

Then, Xiulot raised his right hand, looked around at the generals, and shouted loudly again.

"Listen to the generals! No need to wait, defeat King Tarasco's army, the decisive battle is now! Beat the drum, blow the bamboo flute, and wave the battle flag! The Holy City Legion, the Spear Legion, the Divine Blessing Legion, and the Temple Guards , Longbow Guards, Jaguar Squad, the whole army is attacking!!!"

After studying some martial arts and fighting videos, I am still very touched. The new semester will be a bit busy, and the author will try to maintain a stable update later, thank you for your support!っっっ