Chapter 164 The king and his ministers get along well with each other
The heavy rain fell, washing the bloody leather armor and wiping the damaged boat, and then fell into the ruthless river water, creating circles of light red ripples.
The sky and the earth were dark for a moment. The low celestial phenomena made the birds take refuge, and the forest became silent. Only a powerful kestrel soared in the heavy rain, fluttering its powerful wings, enjoying the vast sky to itself. It bypassed the fighting two-legged beasts,
It flew to the wooden castle on the north bank and patrolled its territory. When it flapped its wings and returned again, holding the long wind under its body, the fighting on the river had subsided, and the sound of rain could not be heard.
Hundreds of Mexica boats came in a hurry, surrounding His Highness in the center, standing solemnly in the gentle drizzle, waiting silently.
Shulot stood on the bow of the ship, his left arm tied with a bleeding bandage, watching the retreating Tarasco fleet. His eyes were bright red with restraint, and boiling murderous intent surged in his chest, filled with the feeling of being a personal guard.
Determination of revenge. The young commander looked around at the number of boats, looked at Bertard who was covered in blood, and then stared at the large group of enemies in the southwest. The desire to fight and the rationality of reality were fighting fiercely in his mind.
Like a river beaten by wind and rain.
After a while, the wind and rain gradually subsided. Shulot raised his head, looked at the flying kestrel, looked up to the sky and roared heroically, and then suddenly raised his hand and shot an arrow.
The war arrow pierced the sky with a "Whoosh!", like a rushing lightning, piercing the dark clouds in the sky, and suddenly arrived. The kestrel was circling proudly, and was frightened by the long roar, and its movements were slightly stagnant. Then, the war arrow volleyed in the sky, streaking across the sky.
Passing over its gray-red wings, a piece of slender feathers fell off. The kestrel let out a painful scream, "Ki!". Then, it quickly spread its wings, abandoned the territory it had occupied for many years, and stayed away from this group of dangerous beasts.
Escape to Lake Quetseo in the southwest.
Shulot looked at the raptor that was going away. The arrow was just a hair away, causing him to miss the title of Condor Shooter. After a moment, he looked at the warriors waiting for instructions and suddenly laughed loudly.
"The kestrel's flight to the southwest is the will of the Lord God! The Tarascans will lose their fortress and panic like a bird abandoning its home! Happy, happy, this battle kills twenty warriors in a row, this is what warriors should do! Bo
Tad, you killed forty Tarasco warriors, right?!"
Shulot laughed heartily. He looked at the warrior commander whose armor was soaked with blood, and recalled the battle just a moment ago.
Bertard was startled for a moment. He wanted to explain that among the enemies he shot and killed, there were more than a dozen civilian rowers, and that this battle also took advantage of the shooting advantage of the pursuit. Then, the warrior commander looked into the eyes of the young commander and said,
After thinking for a moment, a look of surprise appeared on Shen's face.
"Your Highness, that's it! After killing forty warriors in a row, there is still some strength left in his hand! In front of the powerful Mexica eagle, the Tarascans are just hares waiting to be slaughtered. They surrender to death and are vulnerable to a single blow!"
Hearing this, the young commander laughed. He looked around at the smiling warriors, looked at the loyal warrior captain again, and announced loudly.
"Bertard, you are Cuautli, the holy eagle under the seat of the Sun God, and the first warrior among tens of thousands of troops! In this battle, the God of War has blessed you, allowing you to have divine power when fighting against the believers of the alien gods.
! From now on, you will be the 'Holy Eagle Warrior Chief' chosen by the gods in the army. This is a noble status like a descendant of the gods!"
Hearing His Highness's words, the calm warrior commander showed shock. His chest was surging, and thousands of thoughts came to his heart, with mixed feelings. He knew what these words meant. If His Highness's reward is recognized by everyone, there will be a divine choice.
With the blessing, he no longer needs to care about the origin of civilians and has the qualifications to command the noble army.
After practicing martial arts for thirty years and fighting on the battlefield for twenty years, my childhood dream is now here!
Bertard's thoughts changed rapidly, and he was impressed by His Highness's ingenious choice of opportunity. Then he knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and saluted deeply.
Shulot laughed again. He glanced at all the warriors present with his clear eyes, and saw that their faces were filled with reverence, surprise, thinking, or envy. The young commander remained calm and wrote down secretly. Then,
He looked at the thinning clouds and slowly raised his long bow.
"In the name of the main god Huitzilopochtli! I, the divine bloodline of Mexica, the fourth-level chief priest of the High Priesthood, and the first heir of the king, Xiulote, on behalf of the main god, reward the most devout divine warriors,
Bertad of Tenoticchilan gave him the title of 'Chief of Holy Eagle Warriors'! From now on, he will be the most courageous Holy Eagle under the throne of the Lord God, fighting to the death for the glory of the Lord God!"
With the cry of the young priest, the drizzle gradually stopped. The first ray of sunlight broke through the layers of clouds and fell from the dark sky, like the manifestation of the sun god, attracting the warriors to exclaim together.
Shulot looked at the bright sky and nodded secretly. His timing was perfect. Then, he raised the long bow above his head and let the sunlight fall on the big bow, like a blessing from the Lord God. The young priest shouted the name of the god three times.
, and then solemnly gave the long bow to the kneeling warrior chief.
"Blessings from the Lord God! Bertard, you are already the warrior chosen by God to fight for the Sun God!"
Shulot said so.
"Dedicate everything to the Lord God! Your Majesty, I will protect the spirit in my heart, let the sun rise to the center, and shine on the world forever!"
Bertard replied.
The sun fell, illuminating their faces and outlining the smiles on their lips. The young king and the older warrior saluted for the second time in a small boat on the banks of the Leman River.
After the oath was completed and certain ceremonies were skipped, Shulot took a step forward, raised the warrior's right hand holding the bow, and faced the numerous warriors and officers.
"My brave warriors, the Lord God blesses the brave! The divine battle will surely win! The Mexica are destined to conquer the world!"
Encouraged by the young commander, the warriors present saw the miracle in their eyes, their morale was re-energized, and they cheered together. They faced the clear sunshine and once again let out a heart-stirring and uniform shout.
"God's war, conquer! God's war, conquer!..."
With a smile on his face, Shulot listened to the passionate shouts of the warriors and nodded slightly.
His thoughts were spinning, thinking about suitable candidates. How to spread Bertard's peerless achievements and the celestial phenomena of the Sun God among the army... After a while, he thought of the temple guards.
Sir, the experienced old warrior, Etalik.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The sun enveloped the boat, forming a sacred halo. Xiuluo nodded and whispered a few instructions. A dozen boats were separated from the fleet and headed for the river mouth fortress.
Carefully search for possible survivors. Then, the young commander raised his hand and pointed in the northeast direction, and the warriors agreed. The fleet set off again, heading for the wooden castle stronghold on the north shore.
Before leaving, Shulot took one last look at the direction of the river mouth fortress and secretly made up his mind. He remembered the height of the bluestone city wall and the width and shape of the water gate, and some ideas became clearer. Then, he recalled the Tarasco Tower.
On the boat, the round-faced nobleman who was chasing after him became angry again. The young warrior suddenly waved his war stick and made a silent oath.
Nearly a hundred small boats were speeding along, leaving the battlefield of desperate fighting behind them, and heading towards the commander's wooden castle camp. Bertard stood beside His Highness, with a complex expression and a turbulent heart. He pondered for a long time before speaking softly.
"Your Highness, as you said, when warriors fight, blood is spattered three feet, and blood is shed five steps. Although they are full of passion and experience the excitement of life and death, the decision is just one moment, one place, and dozens of people. Even with Totec
The general's bravery was powerless.
And the commander-in-chief fights, hundreds of miles away, looking across the sky and the earth. Capturing a city in one battle, destroying a country in ten battles, commanding thousands of armies to fight, can be regarded as a heroic act.
As for the battle between kings, your gaze is thousands of miles away, and your heart contains hundreds of years. Every word and deed becomes the law of the country, and every plan and plan establishes the general trend of the world. Just like the earth accommodates everything, like the sun hanging high in the sky, this is your true destination.
ah!"
After hearing Bertard's admonition, Hulot paused for a moment and carefully looked at the vicissitudes of the warrior commander's face. After a moment, he laughed heartily, grabbed the warrior commander's arm, and spoke kindly.
"Bertard, you are always by my side, but you make me admire you with admiration! Today, I was saved by you. I finally know your talents and can entrust you with great things... I admire your bravery, but I love you even more.
Your wisdom!
An eagle flying high and displaying its grand ambitions needs full and powerful wings, and more importantly, eyes that can see everything clearly. Between you and me, we are like a king and a minister, a wind, a tiger, a cloud and a dragon!"
Bertard looked into Hulot's eyes, as if he wanted to see through the heart of the young king. Although he did not understand the meaning of the last sentence, he could feel the sincerity and importance in the words. He was silent for a moment, knelt down on his knees, and spoke again
Offering your own hair to complete the final step of the allegiance ceremony.
Shulot looked solemn. He took out the dagger he carried with him, held the warrior's hair, gently cut off a bunch, and threw it into the roaring river.
"Bertard, I already know your advice! I am now the commander-in-chief of the army, and I will no longer be a common man. The warrior Xuelot has already gone with the river!"
Having said this, Shulot suddenly waved his dagger, cut off half of his hair, and threw it into the mighty Leman River. The turbulent river went all the way west, taking away the symbol of the young warrior and heading to the endless Pacific Ocean.
One day, I will return to my distant motherland.
Then, the young commander raised his right hand high toward the westward river and swore an oath to the sky.
"Bertard, I swear in the name of my ancestors! One day, if I am the king, you will be the marshal! The Leman River will never run out, and the friendship between kings and ministers will never end. In this life, we will be honest and courageous, and we will not be incompetent!"
Hearing this, Bertard stood blankly, and his eyes were actually a little moist. He suddenly remembered the way Totec looked when he died, so he stretched out his hand and took the king's dagger. Then, the warrior chief stood on the river, slowly
Slowly cutting off the black hair on his head, deeply scratching the cheeks on both sides, and then quietly handed back the blood dagger, all the while silently.
This is the tradition of the Mexica people. Break your allegiance, cut your face and swear an oath, and serve the God-King, that’s all!
