Aztec Eternals

The golden sun slanted westward, illuminating the bright red battlefield. The earth is soaked with warmth, and blood is floating in the wind. Among the emerald green grass, there are three-color feathers, patterned leather armor, broken spears, shining stone flakes, obliquely inserted feather arrows, scattered flags and countless fallen corpses. Looking at the bright red battlefield from a distance, the distance blurs the cruelty, as if seeing flowers all over the mountains and plains, blooming in the spring of vitality.

In this spring wilderness, tens of thousands of Mexica warriors raised their hands and cheered in triumph. Golden bronze spears gleamed on the ground, black batons streamed in the sky. The slender bow was raised obliquely towards the sky, and the smoking thunder shot straight to the ground. These powerful and wild oaths were deeply imprinted in the eyes of the old militiaman Chihuaco, making him shiver again.

The reinforcements in the capital consisted of 3,000 elite troops and 1,500 warriors. Even though the ministries have different ideas, after this long fight, they are about to break through Toltek's defense line. However, at this moment, the inherited Wang Banner suddenly fell, and the sacred cocoa tree collapsed in front of his eyes, and there was no hope for everything!

The three thousand reinforcements from the capital stood there for a few breaths, and then there was an uproar. Barbarians, militiamen, warriors, nobles, and priests were all in a mess; angry roars, chaotic cries, faint shouts of killing, and heated arguments all suddenly merged into one.

The former army commander wears the uniform of a hummingbird. With a face full of despair, he growled loudly, but continued to move forward. The large number of nobles shook their heads and demanded to retreat immediately. Soon, a nobleman shouted, with panic from the heart.

"The Mexica Legion is coming!"

Everyone looked together, only to see the flag of the enemy commander waving under the banner of the black wolf. Thousands of Mexica warriors carried longbows on their backs and brandished their batons, and marched at a uniform speed to the reinforcements from the capital.

Even though there were miles away, the nobles could no longer hold back. They turned around one after another, left the panicked temporary meeting, and returned to their private army. Then the Temple Legion of the rear army commanded independently, and the orders were prohibited, and they had already turned around and set off. Under the leadership of the high priest, they were the first to set foot on the way back to the northwest.

Seeing this familiar scene, the old militia immediately sensed something was wrong. He trotted two steps, grabbed the captain Puap who was roaring angrily, and shouted urgently.

"Master Huitu! The army is about to collapse! Hurry up and run back with the team!"

Puap shouted angrily, but his eyes were full of blankness. The immortal banner snapped like rotten wood, and the supreme king fell before his eyes. Decades of Three Views completely collapsed in an instant, and his heart of belief was suddenly filled with darkness.

"That's the god-born king! That's the incarnation of the sun god. How could he disappear so easily? Evil Mexica!"

Puap shouted angrily again, but there was unconcealable fear in his voice.

Now it is a matter of life and death, and the crisis is just around the corner! The old militia broke out with twelve points of potential. He looked at Puap, who was stunned and dazed, and couldn't breathe out of his body. If it wasn't for the follow-up plan, he would have escaped with his brothers. Thinking of this, the old militiaman gritted his teeth and raised his hand to slap him.

"Crack! Master, if you don't leave, just wait here to die!"

Pu'apu was beaten so hard that his eyes stared, but finally there was light in his eyes. He covered his sore cheek and roared angrily.

"Old man Qi, how dare you hit me?!"

Seeing that the captain regained his sanity, Chivako quickly put on a smiling face, then raised his hand and slapped himself.

"My lord, the sky is about to fall, and you are still in a daze. I am doing this for your own good! Look, the priests have already fled, and the surrounding nobles are about to fall. The fastest rabbit eats bean sprouts, The slowest rabbit was eaten by wolves! Master, we have to hurry. Even if we can’t run first, we must not run last!”

Puap looked around, and saw that the Mexica army, which was blocking the reinforcements, was battered and defending in place panting. The follow-up Mexica Legion was several miles away, and the speed of the march was only ordinary. Before the enemy was even in sight, the nobles completely lost their will to fight. They roared loudly, desperately urging their private army to assemble, turned around and fled to the capital city in the northwest. And farther away, the banners of the priests are rapidly shrinking.

"Shameless nobles, incompetent priests!"

Puap groaned. He continued his search and finally saw the commander of the Hummingbird family. The opponent was shaking the command flag vigorously, gathering family warriors, but the order to march was to attack forward? !

Puap was startled. He subconsciously looked at Chivaco, and the old militiaman shook his head resolutely.

"Master, attacking from the rear at this time is a dead end! It seems that the master's master doesn't want to live anymore. You can't accompany him!"

"Sir, even if we surrender, we must not choose this time! If the hunter catches too many rabbits, he will select a few to slaughter. This battle has been fought for so long. With so many prisoners captured, there may be a sacrifice! The only way out is to escape, so let's go now. When the real pursuit begins, once the good-running jaguar battle group joins, we won't be able to escape !"

Hearing the name of the Jaguar Chapter, Puap shuddered, which is the habit of being scared out of horror stories since childhood. He gritted his teeth fiercely, and instead of looking at the commander's assembly order, he turned around and shouted to the warriors under him.

"Mexica, damn it! Let's go, go back to the capital!!"

Following the captain's order, the old militiamen held their spears tightly, led the brothers, and turned back to the northwest. Before leaving, he looked to the south for the last time, the sun illuminated his old cheeks, but could not penetrate his deep heart. There was only a faint sigh, floating low in the wind.

"This first bean, I finally paid off my debt!"

Hundreds of steps away, Black Wolf Toltek was covered in blood, panting violently. He fought for half a day, and his body was quite exhausted, but his face was covered with a smug smile. Toltek looked at the chaotic enemy formation in front of him, watched the opponent's retreat, and waved his hand excitedly.

"What a scumbag warrior! It's soft in the hand! Militia scouts, gather quickly. Follow my orders and attack as soon as possible!"

After Toltek gave the order, he turned around with peace of mind and watched the situation in the south. He was full of envy, watching the Long Spears waving the broken king's flag, listening to the proud and joyous shouts in the distance, and cursed resentfully.

"The monkey had great luck again, and suddenly hit a first victory! It looks like it's going to be taller than me again!"

Hei Lang's sharp eyes continued to scan, and suddenly stopped not far to the southwest. There are more than two hundred guards running away, and the leader is the general known as the hound. Hei Lang's spirit suddenly lifted, and the majestic fighting spirit rose from his heart again.

"I, the black wolf Toltek, want to compete with the hound Yuku to see who is the real warrior! And capturing the enemy's general is also a great achievement!"

Hei Lang clenched his longbow excitedly. He looked around and ordered decisively.

"Come on, two captain bow hunters, and chase with me! The rest of the militia scouts, chase the reinforcements from the capital, and keep the order unchanged!"

After finishing speaking, Hei Lang, who was good at running, came out first, and rushed to the southwest with dozens of personal guards. In the rest of the army formation, senior scout Nekali was covered in blood, but was holding the copper ax tightly in his hand. He looked at the fleeing prey in the north, and gradually raised a fierce smile on his face.

The copper ax guards hurried westward, temporarily staying away from the enemy's pursuit. Suangwa stopped abruptly from running. He looked back sadly, watching the ancient king's flag fall silently, tears overflowing from his eyes.

"The inheritance of the ancestors, the blood of the royal family, the magnificent capital, and the great kingdom... will all be lost in my hands! What face do I have, go to the kingdom of God where I belong, and meet the souls of the ancestors!"

Yoku paused for a moment, and stood beside the king. The remaining half of his left ear was simply bandaged twice with a white cloth, which was quite suitable for the king whose right arm was injured. However, this kind of minor injury cannot affect Jue Lun's warrior, nor can it shake his firm will.

"Your Majesty, as long as you are alive, the king still has hope! The most important thing at this time is to retreat to the southwest, and run as far as you can before the Mexica people recognize your substitute! Your Majesty, please cheer up , we will be back!"

Su Angua nodded and said sincerely.

"Yoku, my loyal hound! My safety is in your hands!"

"Your Majesty, I am willing to die for you! As long as I am here, no one will threaten you. Your Majesty, please leave now. I will come to the rear. I will definitely fall before you!"

Yuku knelt down silently and gave a deep salute. Then he stood up and waved the command flag resolutely. Another fifty guards turned to the north, raising their shields to form a scattered formation. With the determination to die, they met the chasing longbow warriors, as well as the powerful and skilled warrior leaders farther away.

The hound stood there, took a deep breath, and then raised his hand with two arrows, shooting the first two enemies to death. Shocked by the fierce archery, the pace of the pursuing Mexica warrior slowed down a little, while the warrior commander sped up his pursuit. The hound shot two more arrows, suppressed the speed of the pursuers a little, turned around again, and chased the king like a wolf.

And two miles away, the black wolf Toltek touched the longbow on his back, showing a grinning smile. Then, he continued to gallop at high speed, chasing after the big fish in his mind!