Aztec Eternals

The north wind is hunting, the eagle flag is flying, the rain of arrows is whistling, and the drums of war are going away. The afternoon sun shone on the young king, and the bronze armor shone with golden brilliance, making it impossible to look directly at.

The hound Yoku bowed his head deeply. At this moment, Su Angua, who has made a decision, is full of heroism, and he is the king he is willing to die for! However, after the kneeling ceremony, General Yuku firmly shook his head, and sincerely advised. "Your Majesty, the inherited king's flag cannot be moved lightly! The front line is only struggling to support it. Once the king's flag moves, the Chinese army will collapse immediately! Therefore, for your safety, please leave behind the inherited eagle flag!"

Having said that, Yuku kowtowed again. His expression is serious, with the determination of a hound and the cunning of a coyote.

"Your Majesty, let me carry the small flag of the leader, and fight for you first! Please put on the armor of an ordinary guard, hide among the guards, and leave a substitute to guard the banner of the king!"

"The imperial guards make a desperate assault. If things go wrong, I will protect you and retreat directly to the southwest! As long as there are doubles and king flags to attract the Mexica, we can guarantee your safety to the greatest extent!"

Hearing Yoku's plan, Su Angua was stunned, and his courage to die receded like a tide. "Xuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" The arrow rain came again. General Yuku shouted a few words in a low voice, and the imperial guards all raised their big shields, tightly covering the king, and blocking all sight.

General Yoku stepped forward in person, bowed his head and unarmed the king. Su Angua remained silent, but did not refuse. A stand-in of similar stature had the will to die in his eyes, and he put on a shiny bronze helmet that concealed his face, and also put on the golden bronze armor unique to the king. When the guards holding their shields dispersed, the "King" Tarasco still stood upright, standing firmly under the king's flag.

Then, "King" Tarasco waved the command flag and "issued" the only order. More than 1,200 copper ax guards dispatched the whole army! This is the most imperial guards that can be assembled in a short period of time. The remaining imperial guards are either already dead in battle, or are about to die in battle. At this moment, the imperial guards put down their longbows, raised their copper axes, turned into an irresistible golden torrent, and rushed towards the left flank of the king's army!

Under the banner of the black wolf, Xiulot is always paying attention to the battle situation in front of him. He saw that after a shower of arrows, the copper ax guards under the king's flag came out in full force, leaving only a few dozens of guards around King Tarasco. The young commander waited and watched for a while, then suddenly clenched the command flag in his hand. The direction of the Janissary infantry's impact was not the heavy central army, but the tragically exhausted Mexica right wing!

"The white deer was wounded, turned into a tiger and leopard, turned around and gave his life a blow! Dying beasts are the most vicious, and the final struggle is just around the corner!"

Xiulot's expression was complicated, and his heartbeat began to speed up. He knew that the right wing, which had suffered heavy losses, could not resist this onslaught. The young king quickly waved the command flag. The sharp conch horn "Didi" blew, and the five hundred crossbowmen quickly turned around and retreated under the wolf flag. The scattered longbow guards immediately began to gather.

The sound of the flute sounded, and more than a thousand copper ax guards lined up neatly and began to speed up. They approached the fighting left flank, let out a valiant growl, and then burst in from the edge! The samurai of the kingdom who were entangled also mustered their last strength and launched an impact at the same time. The battle ax swung down, blood sprayed! The Religious Legion is not good at defending, and has already lost a third of it. Under the impact of the enemy's guards, they only tried their best to block for a moment, before they broke through the defense line and gave way to the way forward. Veteran Etalik blew his whistle hastily. He fought forward in person, mobilized the guards around him, and managed to gather the scattered soldiers into a group.

Youku carried a small flag on his back and brandished a spear, killing the first line of defense in an instant. He wiped the blood off his face, looked up at the direction of the wolf flag, and continued to charge forward. The copper ax guards did not stop, rushing forward aggressively. Soon, hundreds of longbow warriors appeared in front of them, and more Mexica warriors were coming.

"Om! Phew!" The big bow buzzed, sharp arrows shot, and death was imminent! Dozens of guards fell to the ground in an instant. The close-range bronze arrow pierced through the leather armor with a "poof", and pierced through the body with a "chi". Most of the samurai who were shot by the arrow died instantly, without even leaving a last word!

On this battlefield where death blooms, Yoku remains expressionless, like a sculpture of killing. With a steady half-arched body, he galloped like a hound. "Tear!" After a while, the hound was the first to rush into the archer's queue. He poked his spear obliquely, and stabbed the opponent in front of him to death with one thrust. The copper ax guards roared again. They leaned over and charged wildly, waving the battle axes in their hands, like galloping bison, raising their sharp horns!

The longbow warriors in a loose formation only blocked dozens of breaths before being smashed open by the cavalry infantry. "Zi!" Yoku withdrew his spear, bringing out a pool of blood, and there was no warrior in front of him. Groups of imperial guards also broke through the second line of defense one after another, gathering around the leader.

The hound looked forward, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes. The black wolf's banner was only a few hundred paces away. The familiar jaguar battle group stood upright with their shields up, and a group of crossbow warriors quickly returned to help. Under the towering flag, the Mexica marshal wearing a feather helmet couldn't see his expression clearly, but just looked down proudly.

Yoku looked to the right, the Mexica's wooden cannon was only a hundred paces away. There are metal copper hoops on the wooden gun barrel, and wisps of blue smoke are emitting from the small muzzle, like a mysterious priest's fetish, which makes people both awed and yearned for. Yuku stared at it for a while, then shook his head regretfully, forgetting the fetish that was at his fingertips. He looked at the warrior behind him again. The young king was wearing a standard battle armor, standing unobtrusively in the center of the imperial guard. The king's body is dyed red, and the copper ax in his hand is also stained with blood. The descendants of the condor never lack courage!

The hound nodded earnestly, then waved the command flag cruelly. More than 200 guards in the rear were immediately left behind. They want to use their lives to temporarily block the returning Mexica Legion. Then, Yuku continued to point the flag forward and played the piccolo in his mouth. A thousand copper ax guards followed the peerless warrior and charged the enemy commander again!

Shulot stood on the hill, watching the royal guards who came charging. His palms were sweating, but his face was full of confident smiles.

"As expected of the famous copper ax guards! It's a pity that they met me, and they are doomed to perish here today!"

Then, the young king glanced majestically ahead, and shouted loudly to the guarding jaguars.

"My loyal noble warriors! Four years ago, the Tarasco Guard stepped on your dignity and became famous all over the world in the first battle! Now, it's your turn to avenge your shame. I pray to the Lord God, bless you Your promise of victory! Defeat the Tarasco guards and restore the glory of the jaguar!!"

"Roar!!"

The five hundred jaguars roared ferociously together. Many honorable jaguar warriors drew out their daggers and slashed the sides of their cheeks, dripping blood. Then the blood dripped down, they put their hands on their hearts, and swore a blood oath to the death! Then, the warriors in the front row took out their spears and lined up on the hill, waiting for the copper ax guards to approach.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Shulot waved the small flag decisively again. The five hundred crossbowmen were already close to the hill, but it was too late to go any further. They obeyed the flag and stopped on the spot. Without taking a moment to catch their breath, they immediately wound up quickly and shot a deadly rain of arrows at the enemy guards who rushed within a hundred steps!

Seeing the crossbow warriors raising their crossbows, the hound Yuku's pupils suddenly contracted. He took two quick steps back, stood in front of the king, and held up the shield in his hand.

"Bang, bang!" The violent impact came in an instant, and the miserable howl suddenly sounded and stopped. Then, Yoku didn't bother to check the casualties of the warriors. He blew the bamboo flute hastily, and pointed the flag obliquely forward. The first three hundred guards immediately leaned forward and rushed towards the group of crossbowmen within a hundred steps. Never let the powerful armor-piercing crossbowmen shoot flat again at close range!

Shulot nodded slightly. Hundreds of crossbow arrows flew, and the fierce Tarasco guard fell to the ground. Armor-piercing crossbowmen are indeed the nemesis of elite infantry. Then, the young king moved his eyes and stared at the quick-responsive enemy general, with an appreciative smile on his face.

After more than a hundred steps, Yuku raised his head and looked at each other. He looked at the contemptuous smile of the enemy marshal, with a murderous intent in his eyes. The hound just paused for a moment, then held the shield in his left hand and the gun in his right, and led seven hundred guards to attack again in the direction of the wolf flag!

The fierce battle drums "dong dong" sounded, and the turbulent footsteps came rushing. The two most elite battle groups in the world finally approached within fifty paces of each other. At this moment, the two supreme kings are separated by a hundred steps, and at the same time, they are betting their own lives!

Shulot waved the command flag, and the jaguar warriors in the front roared and shot out spears; Yuku blew the bamboo flute, and the copper ax guards in the back raised their longbows and shot feather arrows suddenly. Then, the warriors on both sides roared at the same time, and rushed towards each other fiercely!

The battlefield seemed to be at a standstill for an instant. The warriors swung their batons and axes furiously. Their eyes were only on the opponent in front of them, and there was no sound in their ears; , hundreds of the world's most elite warriors spattered blood, entangled with each other and fell tragically. As soon as the desperate fight begins, it immediately enters the most intense climax!

A copper ax guard swung the copper ax vigorously, directly splitting the opponent's refined wooden shield, and the bright pendant feathers immediately scattered in all directions. Facing the onslaught of the enemy, the skilled jaguar warrior threw out his broken shield, took two steps forward vigorously, and skillfully swung the baton in his hand. The sharp obsidian blades came like lightning, lightly cut through the neck, and instantly took away the life of the enemy.

Before the jaguar warrior could smile triumphantly, a huge two-handed battle ax came towards him. "boom"! The ax split through everything, knocking him down with a snap. The blood of "Bobo" gushed like a waterfall, and the mutilated body was almost split in two. It turned out that in the battle group of the guards with the big shield and hatchet, there are even more fierce big ax warriors hidden. The power of the two-handed battle ax is unparalleled, and it quickly attracted the attention of the Mexica warriors.

The big ax warrior just took a breath, and the two battle sticks attacked from both sides at the same time. The ax warrior didn't have a shield, so he swung his ax desperately to the right. A wooden shield was shattered with a "bang" again, but the seasoned jaguar warrior had withdrawn his attack, taking a quick step back to avoid the oncoming sharp edge. The opponent opened wide, the jaguar soldier on the left grinned, and cut half of his body, cutting a half-meter-long wound on the opponent's waist! The big ax warrior immediately fell to the ground with a "plop", and the huge battle ax fell into the dust.

"Pfft!" Just as the brave jaguar warrior ended the enemy's life, the reaping god of death came fiercely. A sharp long spear was extremely fast, and suddenly pierced the leather armor on the waist and abdomen, then stirred it left and right, and then pulled it out violently. As the blood sprayed, there were more fresh corpses on the battlefield again. Yoku's big gun went up, lightly and quickly. The other jaguar warrior who lost his shield let out a half scream, struggled to cover his neck, and fell to the ground gushing with blood.

The hound Yoku took a step back and wiped the blood off his face. He squinted his eyes and stared at Marshal Mexica who was about fifty paces away like a snake. Several personal guards were holding large shields and crowding in front of the Marshal. The hound stretched out his left hand, touched the longbow on his back, shook his head, and then swung the spear again, rushing into the enemy's formation!

On the commander's platform, Xiu Luote had already put away the command flag, took off the longbow, and paid close attention to the battle situation in front of him. He was in imminent danger, the sound of fierce fighting echoed in his ears, and the strong smell of blood lingered in his nose. This is a familiar and dangerous fight, and after a long time, they are so close to him again!

The young king's expression was calm, and his heart was like still water. He watched elite warriors fighting on the king's battlefield, falling alternately like rice grains. Warriors are tall, strong, brave, or fearless, but they are all just pawns of the king!

Thinking of this, the young king lowered his eyes slightly, his face was as flat as a lake, thunder exploded in his heart, and flames burned in his chest! The king's sight is constantly examining and moving, engraving everything in his heart.

A few tens of steps away, the five hundred jaguar battle group and the seven hundred copper ax guards fought fiercely, and the battle was evenly matched. Although the copper ax guards temporarily occupy the advantage in numbers, it is impossible to break through in a short time. The decisive blow will stop here! A hundred steps away, five hundred crossbowmen had already dropped their crossbows. They wielded their batons and turned into powerful temple guards, fighting fiercely with the kingdom guards who had only half the number in front of them, occupying a clear upper hand. And two or three hundred steps away, thousands of longbow warriors gathered continuously, attacking the two hundred guards who were desperately blocking them. The number of guards keeps decreasing, and they can only block for half a moment at most!

Shulot nodded slowly. He looked to the side and shouted in a deep voice.

"Bang the drums of the general attack and wave the banner forward! Strictly order the warriors of the former army not to return to help, quickly break through the enemy's formation, and cut off the Tarasco King's Banner!"

Then, the young king looked at Bertard beside him, and ordered before the warrior commander could speak.

"Bothard, you are my bravest holy eagle! Take a dozen warriors and repel the enemy's generals!"

Shulot stretched out his finger and pointed at Yuku who was advancing fifty paces away.

"He is the spearhead of Tarasco's Praetorian Guard! Defeat him, life or death!"

Looking at the majestic king, Bertard remained silent and bowed his head solemnly. Then, the samurai leader took down his long bow and aimed at Yuku, who was dancing with a spear and a snake. After a short pause, he shot a ferocious arrow!

"Hoo!" A precise sharp arrow whizzed over! Hearing the sound of the shooting, Yuku suddenly turned his head, and his left ear hurt. He bowed quickly and reached out to touch it. The tentacles were filled with warm blood, and only half of his left ear was left. The hound was startled suddenly, and stopped cautiously. He looked up, and saw a warrior with a vicissitudes of life put away his big bow, held a stick and shield, and rushed towards this side with strides.

Seeing the opponent's footsteps, Yuku's expression froze. He didn't care about the pain in his left ear, first he turned his head quickly, and swept across the supreme king covertly. The king stood low-key in the center of the imperial guards, receiving the quiet and strict protection of the warriors. The hound Yoku pursed his lips, nodded affirmatively to the king, and turned around again. Then, he took a deep breath, raised the spear in his hand obliquely, stared at the rapidly approaching Mexica warrior commander, and quickly stepped forward to meet him.

Bertard looked resolute. He walked lightly, running like a tiger, with a clear sense of rhythm, leaping forward like a beast. The samurai chief stared at the opponent in front of him, seeing the opponent's figure in his eyes, but he was not confused by the opponent's small movements. When martial arts rise to a certain height, the enemy in front of him will condense from a complex and detailed human figure into a simple and abstract figure. Attacking, defending, dodging, blocking, all movements have a tendency to be powerful, and there are traces to follow, there is absolutely no way to hide it from his eyes! At this level, the only thing that decides the outcome of a fight is the strength and speed of the movements, the precision and control of the body!

Berthard smiled slightly, and quickly raised the shield in his left hand, and Yoku's rapid thrust was blocked with a "bang". Then, the warrior commander leaned forward, within two steps of his opponent. He swung his right arm out, and the baton struck the opponent's side with precision.

Yuku immediately dodged deftly and opened the distance again. He flicked his spear lightly and stabbed it at Bertard's neck. Bertard also dodged a step, dodging the spear brilliantly. Then, the samurai swung his stick obliquely, deflected the spear, and at the same time moved forward with his left foot, getting close to the opponent again. Yuku had no choice but to step back, keeping the best distance for the spear.

On the fierce battlefield, the two advanced and retreated, their footsteps changed, and while avoiding the surrounding weapons, they launched fierce attacks on their opponents. After fighting for only a minute or two, Yuku's heart suddenly sank, and a chill came over him. He fought all the way, and his physical strength has already been consumed by half. At this time, facing such a powerful opponent, he really has no confidence at all!

The situation is critical, we must hurry! Thinking of this, Yuku's eyes sharpened. He suddenly took a step forward and stabbed the spear long, revealing obvious flaws. Then, he released his right hand slightly, ready to strike with the ax!

Berthard narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing the surging killing intent of his opponent. He waved the shield, felt the slightly weak force of the spear, and showed a knowing smile. Facing the enemy's flaws, the samurai commander did not rush forward. He just slashed at the opponent's hands along the long spear, forcing Yoku to immediately abandon the gun and draw the axe.

The warrior commander's smile pierced deeply into Yoku's heart like a sharp arrow. The agile hound took another step back to distance himself from his opponent. He sighed softly, gave up all his luck, and immediately made a decision, shouting sharply.

"Block him! Buy me a moment!"

Hearing the general's order, the head of the personal guard who led the team to follow gritted his teeth. He held up his large shield, half-hidden the copper axe, and threw himself forward, and dozens of guards around him also rushed forward.

Berthard frowned slightly, and led dozens of warriors beside him, dodged the head of the personal guard, and continued to kill General Yuku. However, the head of the personal guard raised his shield high and chased after the entanglement regardless of life and death. And Yuku in the front left the brigade of imperial guards to stop him, took only a few dead soldiers, turned around and left!

As soon as he got away from the mighty warrior commander, the swift hound bent down and launched a fierce assault towards the enemy line on the other side. He swung his spear swiftly, endured the increasing wounds, and rushed forward ten steps desperately! Then, under the guard of the dead soldiers, the peerless warrior plunged his spear into the soil with a "bang", then took off his longbow without stopping, and aimed at Marshal Mexica thirty steps away, which was a shot as fast as thunder. shoot!