Aztec Eternals

"Your Highness!"

After dozens of steps, Bertard suddenly looked back. For the first time, deep fear appeared on his usually calm face.

"Blessed by the ancestors, blessed by the three gods!"

Su Angua swung his ax vigorously, his face full of uncontrollable ecstasy. He watched the Mexica commander suddenly leaned up, his figure disappeared behind the shield formation, and the three-meter-high black wolf flag also fell backwards, and he couldn't help but scream.

"The Mexica commander is dead! The king's army will win!!"

Accompanied by the high-pitched shouts, the hands of the fighting elite warriors eased. Thousands of concerned gazes all looked at the wolf flag not far away. Strong emotions are revealed in the eyes, and complex emotions are intertwined in the air! The Tarasco warriors were full of excitement and joy, while the Mexica warriors were shocked and worried.

Where all the troops are attached, where all eyes are, and where the commander-in-chief is, that is the heart of the whole army! The black wolf's handsome flag suddenly fell halfway, then stopped suddenly, and then slowly stood upright. With the support of his personal guard Ters, Xiulot finally stabilized his figure and straightened up with difficulty!

The young king touched the damaged and drooping feather helmet, and then touched the handsome flag firmly tied behind him. Then, he raised his head and looked at the copper arrow less than a foot away from his head, a strong palpitation came to his heart. After a while, the throbbing in his heart turned into sudden anger. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the copper arrow stuck on the flagpole with all his strength. But the bronze arrow pierced the wood for three points and couldn't be pulled out for a while. The young king gritted his teeth and cursed loudly.

"Damn Tarasco, always use this despicable method of sneak attack!! The coach of the alliance carries such a banner on his back, he is a living target for bows and arrows!"

At the moment when life and death were decided just now, a sharp copper arrow turned into a galloping lightning, precisely passed through the gap in the shield, fiercely shot off the long feathers of his crest, and then nailed it to the flagpole behind him with a "duh" ! The young king immediately lowered his body and lowered his head, the rapid arrow wind whizzed across his forehead, and the huge impact still brought him to fall on his back!

"The alliance's tradition really needs to be changed! The era of long-distance has arrived, and the strategy of war must be improved accordingly!"

Shulot shook his head vigorously. The Mexica Alliance has always been the most brave. The commander of the legion always carries a conspicuous banner and stands on a high place in front of him, personally motivating the warriors to fight bravely. And when the new era comes, this old rule is full of huge risks. In the "once" history, the Mexica fought the Spaniards many times in field battles, winning first and then losing, all because the coach who carried the banner suddenly fell down and was sniped to death by the enemy's muskets and crossbows.

The young king's heart fluctuated, but his face remained solemn. He adjusted the feather crown again, stood up straight, and waved his hands resolutely, and the shield formation of the personal guards spread out slightly. The supreme and majestic body of the coach finally appeared in front of everyone again. Then, the young king clenched his fist and raised his right hand high!

"Bless the lord god, His Highness is unscathed!"

In an instant, wild cheers suddenly sounded. The jaguar warriors let out a roar with all their strength, and then slashed violently at the enemy in front of them. Their blows are stronger, their slashes more ferocious, and they will tear the vile Tarasco to pieces!

"Duh!" Tells took half a step forward, and raised the huge tower shield in a defensive manner, and the copper arrow that shot quickly was completely blocked. Once the closely guarded guards were on guard, such a sneak attack would no longer be possible.

"The time has passed, the three gods have abandoned us!"

Yoku the Hound put down his big bow and sighed with heartache and regret. The surrounding jaguar warriors are coming like crazy beasts. They swung their batons vigorously, swept across the shields, and even stopped defending, and concentrated on attacking the despicable enemy generals who sneaked up on His Highness. In just a dozen or so breaths, several dead soldiers who were guarding in front died one after another.

"Hoo!" The sharp wind came suddenly. Yoku quickly bowed his head, and an arrow like lightning passed over his head precisely. The sharp copper arrow pierced through the copper helmet, and shot into the distance with a "hissling" sound! The Hound Queen looked up in fear, only to see the Mexica commander on the commanding platform glaring angrily, bent his bow and set his arrows, and aimed at this place again! Without hesitation, the keen Yoku immediately bent down and moved like a hound.

One arrow fell to the ground, and another arrow hit the string again. Shulot himself drew up the longbow, aimed intently for a moment, then frowned solemnly. The enemy general is like a changing rabbit, it is difficult to accurately lock. He immediately shifted his bow and arrow and looked towards the center of Tarasco's army formation. An ordinary copper ax guard also looked at him stubbornly.

The eyes of the two met, and the copper ax guard's eyes showed extremely strong regret and unforgettable hatred. Shulot frowned again, and recognized that this was the enemy who shouted loudly just now! So, the young warrior aimed a little, then decisively let go of his right hand, and shot an arrow awe-inspiringly!

"Hoo!" The wind of death came in an instant. Horror appeared on Su Angua's face. He turned sideways suddenly, and his right arm suddenly hurt. "Pfft!" A sharp feathered arrow pierced through the leather armor and pierced deeply into his arm, and blood immediately flowed from the wound. Facing the threat of bows and arrows, the guards on both sides quickly raised their shields, several archers raised their bows and shot back, and a personal guard approached to check in a low-key manner.

Su Angua squatted down and quickly took off the leather armor. Unable to heal the wound carefully on the fierce battlefield, the personal guard apologized in a low voice, and then carefully and quickly snapped off the arrow handle. The king gritted his teeth and let out a muffled grunt. The guard paused for a moment, and before the expected reprimand, he continued to take out the gauze, and skillfully bandaged the wound with the arrowhead that penetrated into the flesh.

The young king remained dead silent. He endured the weakness and pain he had never experienced before, his eyes were red, and he stared at Shulot's direction. Until the personal guards are finished, help the king put on the armor again. Only then did Su Angua groan in pain, and growled in despair.

"The three gods protect the eagle, and the kingdom will never be destroyed! One day, I, Suangua, will draw the longbow with my own hands and shoot through your heart to revive the kingdom of Tarasco!"

"Take your life!"

Dozens of steps away, Bertard kicked swiftly with his left foot, causing his opponent to stagger suddenly. Then, the samurai commander swung his right arm vigorously, and the sharp baton drew a delicate arc, and accurately slashed on the neck of the head of the bodyguard. The head of the personal guard who was desperately entangled suddenly stopped, and the light in his eyes lost forever. He just said "uh, uh" twice, and then fell straight into the dust with the gushing blood.

"Where to escape!"

The samurai commander was furious, glanced across his eyebrows, and shouted again. His eyes were burning with anger, he locked on the direction of Yuku, and made another fierce dash.

Hearing the sound, Yuku looked back and saw the body of the head of the bodyguard who had fallen down. His eyes darkened, he turned his head again, and saw the wounded king again in horror. At this moment, Jue Lun's warrior was full of exhaustion. He looked around the battlefield, the copper ax guards were entangled with the jaguar battle group, completely unable to break through. The enemy crossbowmen not far away have already separated into a team and started shooting at the rear of the imperial guards. But hundreds of steps away, there were only a few dozens of guards standing in the way, and thousands of longbow warriors were like an unstoppable swarm of ants, about to drown everything.

"There is no hope for this battle, Wang Jun is doomed to fail!"

General Yoku clenched his hands, whimpered like a lone wolf, and squeezed out a desperate cry from his heart.

"The front army is in the back! The rear army retreats! Quickly retreat to the southwest! Didi!"

Yoku blew the shrill conch horn, and waved the flag of retreat. Then, he ruthlessly abandoned the former army and ran to the king without looking back. The bronze ax guards at the back of the hall looked at each other, with a desperate will to die in their eyes. They struggled to raise their shields, and with their own lives, barely blocked the angry warrior commander and the equally angry jaguar group.

More than three hundred rear guards quickly turned around. They covered the king in a low-key manner, and rushed to the southwest in formation. A moment later, a sharp rain of arrows struck from the sky. The longbow warriors had already broken through the barrier, and under the command of the marshal's flag, they first parted out to pursue at a fast pace, and the rest shot at the fleeing guards. Wounded guards remained behind, desperately resisting the pursuing Mexica warriors, and soon turned into corpses on the ground.

Standing under the banner of the black wolf, Xiulot waved the flag in his hand again. The Longbow personal guards sent out 500 people to flank the remaining enemy guards from behind. The battle sticks were brandished, the copper axes clashed, and the situation on the battlefield changed within a moment of stalemate. It took only a quarter of an hour for the Mexica warriors to siege on both sides, plus the shooting of feather arrows at close range, the Tarasco guards fell one after another, struggling to form different shapes in front of the hill.

Desperate cries sounded one after another, rose into the sky, and turned into mournful howls. The gods of Tarasco remain unmoved, watching the battlefield devouring all, and finally devouring them. The hundreds of guards at the back of the palace were bleeding blood, returning all the warmth to the Mother Goddess of the earth. Afterwards, their bodies gradually became cold and merged with the vast wilderness, sleeping forever on the land of their hometown. And an ancient kingdom is disappearing in this era of change along with their lives!

The drums of war are raging, arrows are raining, and the roar of victory is intertwined with the cry of dying. The young king looked down at the battlefield under his feet, and his personal guards chased the dead and chased the north. The last enemy army retreated, and the general situation was settled! He took a deep breath, feeling the strength in his chest. Then, Shulot raised his head, with a heartfelt excitement, showing a brilliant smile.

"This battle, I finally won!!"

More than ten meters away, Botard strode forward, holding a bloody baton, and hurried back to His Highness's side. He circled around the wolf flag, looked at it carefully for a few breaths, and then bowed his head in salute with peace of mind.

"Your Highness, the enemy guards have been completely defeated, and Tarasco's army has no power to fight back! This battle that will determine the world is finally won by us! The victory belongs to you, my king!"

Hearing this, Xiuluo laughed loudly. He patted the shoulder of the warrior commander affectionately, and then said in a deep voice.

"The Tarascos attacked me again! I am very angry! Berthard, I will give you five hundred personal guards to hunt down the hound general! If possible, capture him alive. If not possible, fight on the spot kill!"

Bertard promised in a deep voice. Afterwards, he hesitated for a while, but still offered a suggestion.

"Your Highness, the first priority now is to defeat the enemy's central army, cut off the royal eagle flag, and capture King Tarasco! As long as the king's flag is broken, the enemy army will be defeated!"

Xiuluo nodded, and laughed loudly with confidence.

"Don't worry, I know of course! I plan to leave this honor to the two generals of the Chinese army, especially Ezpan who was born in the kingdom! Bertard, my holy eagle, go and catch the enemy's hound for me! "

Berthard saluted solemnly, turned around and led the troops away. During the battle, he once again felt the change of His Highness, just like the sun at noon, releasing a scorching light.

Xiu Luote looked forward, and the situation of the battle had completely tilted towards the alliance. With the failure of the copper ax guard's assault, Wang Jun's military spirit was once again shaken. The warriors of the royal army on both wings shrank into a defensive circle with all their strength, and the Tarasco militiamen in the middle army were about to fall, leaving only a few thin lines of defense. Behind the enemy's central army, the inherited eagle flag is powerless to waver. The steadfast "King" of Tarasco is standing bravely under the king's banner with his solitary personal guard.

"In a death situation, stick to it to the end. What a glorious king, you should offer the most noble sacrifice!"

The young king stared at the eagle flag for a moment, then at the golden armored king, and praised softly from the bottom of his heart. Then, with a solemn expression, he waved the command flag vigorously.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The war drums rushed to the extreme, like a line of torrential rain in the rainy season. Thousands of longbow warriors raised the battle sticks around their waists and let out a shocking roar. From both sides of the center, they launched a deadly assault on Tarasco's pikemen at the same time!

"Boom, boom, boom!" Before the first round of battle drums fell, the warriors had already penetrated the enemy's formation and surrounded the rear of the Chinese army. Kuluka hurriedly blew the bone whistle, and Ezpan waved the battle flag vigorously. More than 6,000 militiamen with long guns shouted in unison, like a flood that had accumulated for a long time, and finally broke through the defense line of the embankment!

"Boom, boom, boom!" The second battle drum sounded again. The sharp cold light flickered, and the torrent of spears submerged everything. The militiamen of Wang Jun resisted, trembling and shaking, finally dropped their weapons, turned around and fled, showing their fragile backs. The militiamen howled and wanted to flee the battlefield, but were ruthlessly poked to the ground. The Mexica warriors on both sides of the central army surrounded them, and patches of Tarasco militiamen knelt down and surrendered to the irresistible enemy.

The turbulent gun formation did not stop, and the warriors and militiamen moved forward frantically. In just a short time, thousands of Mexica legions surrounded the tiny King Tarasco and the lonely royal eagle flag in an impenetrable circle!

"Boom, boom, boom!" The third battle drum rushed into the sky. The militiamen stabbed out their long spears and stabbed the king's personal guards to death with ease! The dense forest of guns held the king firmly in shackles with a chill. Then, with the acquiescence of His Royal Highness's envoy, Ezpan rushed forward ferociously, screaming excitedly and meaninglessly. The miners of the former kingdom wielded a battle club without a front, knocked down the supreme king suddenly, and then tied their hands tightly with hemp rope, like a white deer bound to be slaughtered!

A few steps away, Kuluka's eyes were bright. He held the towering Inheritance King Banner in one hand, took out a small copper axe with the other, and slashed hard! With a "click", the two-hundred-year-old king's flag tilted slowly, then accelerated until it fell to the ground with a "bang", and the flag fell into the soil.

At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be quiet. The next moment, tens of thousands of Mexica soldiers cheered in unison, and the high-pitched shouts shook the world, accompanied by two thunderbolts fired into the air!

"Boom! Boom! King Tarasco is captured! King Taras is captured!!"

Warm cheers echoed across the battlefield. The warriors of the king's army on both wings paused for a moment, and finally lost all their morale as they watched the king's flag fall to the ground. They seemed to have been crushed by the last straw, knelt down in front of the formation, dropped copper spears and shields in pieces, and let the opponent's weapons fall on their necks, unable to make any more resistance. The tough warriors of the royal army lost hope and turned into limp turkeys, hundreds of them were captured by the alliance!

Shulot stood on a high place. He watched Tarasco's king's flag crashing down, and watched all the enemy troops in the front line collapse. He listened to the thunderous cheers of the warriors and his name in the cheers. The young king is full of pride and ambition. Looking at the red sun slanting to the west, he laughed and raised his right hand, grasping the sun in his hand, and then happily raised his head to the sky and screamed.

".Thousands of waves of pride, hot blood and red sun. I am a good man, and I will rule the Quartet!!"