The white clouds were like snow, casting shadows on the sky. The sky was as blue as a mirror, reflecting the bright red on the ground. The long wind, with its boiling shouts of death, scattered the clouds in the sky, offering sacrifices to the supreme god. The sun god lowered his eyes calmly,
Gazing at the vast and cruel battlefield, attracting tens of thousands of souls.
On the hill where the sun was setting, Orosh was covered in blood and finally broke through all the obstacles! The fierce Jaguar warrior rushed to the commander's flag and swung twice, killing the enemy leader guarding the flag. Then, he
He let out a tiger roar, folded his hands hard, and the gorgeous and tall "feather" flag collapsed!
Seeing the scene in front of me, the surrounding battlefield paused for an instant. The sacred flag fell to the ground, and many blood-stained feet were mercilessly stepped into the dust. A moment later, a burst of shouts suddenly sounded in the sky, accompanied by countless despair
wailing!
The remaining Chapala army collapsed. The warriors at the rear no longer held on. They dropped their shields and slashed wildly in despair. Then they quickly exhausted their energy and were stabbed to death by dense spears. The archers in the rear threw away their bows and arrows.
They turned around and ran away. Their vulnerable backs were exposed, and they were constantly knocked down by the pursuing warriors, crying out in fear. Then, the warriors outflanking them came and killed them, and the militiamen fell to their knees helplessly. They did not make any resistance.
, thousands of surrenders, waiting for the judgment of fate!
Tens of thousands of warriors chased north, and tens of thousands of enemy troops fled like a pack of rats. The flag of the black wolf shone brightly in the sun, and flew in the strong wind.
Shulot looked at the battlefield of great victory and laughed heartily. The laughter was full of confidence and heroism. The glorious victory finally arrived, as if he was drunk!
Then, the young commander looked at the enemy's left wing, which was still resisting, and waved the red flag again. The two wooden cannons turned around, aimed from the side, and fired two thunder blasts again!
The thunder exploded in the sky-blue warrior formation, wiping the commander's flag and knocking down several personal guards. The scattered rocks flew "bang bang" and hit Oanda's helmet, causing smoke and dust to rise.
They also rushed towards him, covering his eyes. The head of the "Sky" family shook his head that was stunned by the roar, and still shouted loudly to encourage the warriors.
After a while, the smoke finally dissipated, and Oanda was silent. He looked around and saw that all the allies had either retreated long ago, were disintegrating, or had surrendered. The surrounding enemy troops rushed in quickly, some holding sticks and shields.
, some gathered spears, some held amulets, and surrounded the remaining two thousand "sky" warriors.
"Master, the marshal has escaped! The situation is over, let us protect you and break through!"
The loyal guards came closer. They looked desperate and prepared to fight to the death.
"escape?"
Oanda showed a sad smile. He looked around, and saw three different legion flags, tightly surrounding the four directions. Not far away, three thousand archers climbed onto the hill, holding long bows and horizontal bows, aiming at his army.
Formation. There are dozens of craftsmen, pushing two roaring wooden beasts, slowly approaching here.
"Where to escape? We are at the rear of the army and there is no way to escape!"
Having said this, the head of the "Sky" family suddenly became excited and shouted angrily.
"How can the kestrel and the cardinal fly in the same sky?! Cowardly cardinal! Peng Guali, you betrayed the three gods, the kingdom, and the alliance's oath! You will fall into the abyss of the earth!!"
Oanda turned around and looked to the west. That was the feathered army that had escaped and the homeland that could not be returned. He let out a low roar, like a prophetic curse.
"Chapala's Feather, although you can escape for a while, you can't escape the future! You will eventually be caught by the enemy and die on the high platform of sacrifice! I will wait for you in the Kingdom of God in the sky!!"
Hearing this, the surrounding guards turned pale and looked at each other. The head of the family had been fighting for many years and had a high prestige. They wanted to persuade him, but were unable to speak for the moment.
At this moment, an enemy envoy came to the front of the formation. He was dressed in Mexica attire, but spoke with a northern accent from Tarasco.
"The incarnation of the gods, the invincible His Highness Shulot, asked me to bring his merciful password: Surrender, war-savvy General Chapala! Follow the great alliance, surrender to the supreme god, and fight for the new sun!
You will retain your status as a noble, retain your bodyguards, and preserve your family heritage in the soon-to-be-extinct Kingdom of Tarasco!"
Hearing this, Oanda suddenly raised his head and stared ahead.
I saw the tall black wolf flag moving towards this side. Under the flag were the enemy soldiers who were slaying, as well as hundreds of brave and illustrious Jaguar warriors. A small warrior was surrounded in the center of the elite army.
He walked slowly towards this side. He wore a colorful feather crown on his head and a black and gold battle suit. In one hand he held the dark green feather shield with the gods painted on it, and in the other hand he held the crimson spear flag symbolizing the marshal. It was as dazzling as the arrival of the gods!
Beside him, a warrior with a simple, ape-like face was whispering something.
Shulot handed the flag to the flag officer behind him and walked towards the sky-blue enemy warrior. "Monkey" Kuruka whispered back beside him, with a flash of light in his eyes.
"My lord, the general Chapala opposite is an outstanding veteran, and he is leading a real elite. He is still able to quickly respond to wooden cannons and gun formations, and maintain the morale of the army. It is indeed amazing!...
He must be an illustrious nobleman, and his subordinates are family warriors passed down from generation to generation. In the future, such a person will be of great use in the Lake Chapala area!"
The young commander nodded slightly and showed a confident smile. He waited for a moment, and the teacher Orosh strode back with a broken "feather" flag. The blood of the enemy was shed on his body, leaving a red trail behind him.
.
"Your Highness, I present to you the enemy's flag and congratulate you on the glorious victory!"
Orosh knelt down on one knee, raised his hands high, and presented the "Feather" flag.
Shulot took over the brand new flag and looked at the familiar feather pattern. Those unfolded feathers were not embroidery, but real quetzal feathers, a luxury product more expensive than gems. Under the golden sun, beautiful
Its feathers shine with blue patterns, like flowing waves.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The young commander stared for a moment, as if he wanted to see someone he had never met on the gorgeous flag. After a moment, he smiled and nodded in approval.
"Olos, you defeated the enemy's central army, captured the enemy's commander's flag, and allowed the enemy's marshal to escape. You should be the first to achieve this goal!"
Hearing the order of modifications in the words, Orosh was slightly startled. Then, he understood, lowered his head and said in a deep voice.
"This is the blessing of the Lord God! It is also the glory of His Highness! The Western Expedition will surely win, and the Alliance will conquer the world!"
Xiulote laughed loudly. He bowed down, handed the flag to Orosh again, lifted him up from the ground, and whispered at the same time.
"Teacher, take the flag and come with me to persuade the enemy general to surrender."
Orosh nodded. He held the broken flag in one hand and the battle stick in the other. He carefully guarded His Highness and walked ahead. In just a moment, the young commander, the brave general, the elite bodyguards, and the Black Wolf's
Shuai Qi came to the final enemy formation together.
The head of the "Sky" family looked carefully and was silent. Although the enemy marshal looked calm, his face was handsome and handsome. He was just a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Three Gods and Ancestors! I failed in the hands of a young man!"
When he saw the real marshal of the enemy, Oanda felt a sudden chill in his heart, and a look of pain appeared on his face. He had imagined the appearance of the enemy general and his own answer, but at this moment he was speechless.
"Surrender! Head of the Sky Family."
After dozens of steps, the army had completely surrounded the enemy. Shulot smiled slightly and persuaded loudly.
"The Kingdom of Tarasco is about to be destroyed, and the Lake Chapala region cannot stay alone for too long. Chapala's Sky, surrender to the great alliance, I promise you a glorious future!"
Following His Highness's words, Orosh strode closer. He stared into the eyes of the owner of the "Sky" family like a tiger, and threw the broken "Feather" flag in front of him.
Hearing the enemy marshal's personal persuasion to surrender, the head of the "Sky" family's expression changed, and it was complicated and difficult to understand. He stared at the prince's flag stained with blood and mud, as if he saw the same fallen king's flag, and that there was no hope for the future. At this moment,
, there were thousands of thoughts running through his mind, and he was a little confused for a moment.
The surrounding guards gathered around Oanda and spoke one after another at this time.
"The head of the family, the marshal was the first to escape, and we held on until the last moment! Surrendering at this time does not violate the honor of the warrior..."
"Master, the kingdom has lost its momentum and the Mexica people are unable to stop it. For the sake of the family's survival, it is better to surrender..."
"The head of the family, Peng Guali has fled back to the Lake District! The warriors of the Silver Family have been destroyed. If we also perish here, the 'Feather' family will be the only one in the Lake District. By then, who knows what he will do?"
Hearing the last sentence, Oanda felt a chill in his heart and his face was moved. After a while, he hesitated and asked the marshal opposite.
"Your Highness the Mexica, if I choose to surrender, will you let me go back?"
Hearing this, Shulot was startled, and then laughed loudly.
"Head of the 'Sky' family, with a commander like you, how can I easily let the tiger go back to the mountain? You need to use actions to prove your loyalty to the alliance before you can soar in the sky again!"
The young commander meant something and said with a smile.
"After the fall of the Hekou Fortress, the Russian commander of the Northern Army has also surrendered! He retained his bodyguards, converted to the Supreme God, and under my command, recruited the nobles of the northern kingdom for the alliance!"
Oanda lowered his head and said nothing. He understood the words of the enemy marshal. If he wanted to choose to surrender, then handing over his legions, converting to the Lord God, and recruiting old friends to surrender were all the consequences that he had to face.
The head of the "Sky" family looked around. The guards around him looked at him closely with pleading eyes. The warriors of more than two thousand families held their shields high and looked expectant. He finally looked at the eldest son in the army, who was only twenty years old.
The young samurai looked determined and followed behind him.
Oanda showed tenderness for a moment. He turned around, stroked his eldest son's face, and said nothing. After a moment, he made a decision, his eyes became calm, and he looked at His Highness the Mexica again.
"Your Highness, the more than two thousand Sky Legion will surrender to you under the leadership of my eldest son! Please forgive the generals in the legion. I will bear all the responsibility for fighting the alliance!"
"Master!!"
The surrounding guards looked frightened and fell to their knees. The eyes of the eldest son behind him were full of prayers, but Oanda never looked at him again.
Xiulote's face was as smooth as a lake, and his heart was in turmoil. He heard the implication of the other party's words, and the familiar scene came to his mind. It felt like it was yesterday after several years. After a moment, he lowered his eyes slightly and nodded.
"As long as you surrender to the Alliance and prove your loyalty, the Lord God will forgive you!"
After receiving His Highness's assurance, Oanda finally smiled calmly. He smiled and said to his trusted warriors.
"The Lake District tried its best to gather a powerful Chapala Army, but the whole army collapsed in a few moments! Thirty thousand people fled like lynxes and cried like a flock of birds. If not one of the generals died here, the warriors would have
What face do you have to face the elders in your hometown?"
The trusted warriors lowered their heads in shame. Some took out obsidian daggers, cut their cheeks, and even placed them directly across their necks.
"The kingdom has been fighting for years and has been dominant for hundreds of years. Facing the Mexica attack, the marshals surrendered one by one and ran away. How can there be such a reason? Even if the people in the lake fail, they cannot let the people of the world be underestimated.
Look. There must be a commander-in-chief who dies in front of the two armies! Although I am not a marshal, as the head of the 'Sky' family of the Glory family, I am also happy to take on this responsibility!"
Oanda laughed. He looked at the warriors around him and finally gave a decisive order.
"Keep your useful body and assist my eldest son. Then I will take back everything from Feather today!"
The family warriors cried bitterly, dropped their weapons, and all bowed down to their master. The Mexica warriors also showed respect, waiting for the flowers to bloom.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Seeing the other party's will to die, Shulot said no more. He stared at the head of the "Sky" family in front of him, waiting with the same solemnity.
Oanda untied the blood-stained sky blue battle suit, revealing his scarred chest. He looked at the old scars for a while, recalling the past battle years, and a sincere smile appeared on his face. Then, he took out the obsidian sacrifice.
The dagger is pressed against his heaving chest, aiming at the heart that hides his soul.
The head of the "Sky" family raised his head and looked at the blue sky. The sky is so deep and high, giving him a noble name and accepting his dying soul.
"The land of Takuro, the resting place of life, the place where birds fall from the sky. The birds flew away noisily, and I knew with a smile: What fell here was not the narrow feathers, but the vast sky!"
Along with the last poem, Oanda suddenly exerted force in his hand, and the sharp dagger pierced the soft body and penetrated deeply into the beating life. Unspeakable pain struck violently, and the pupils of the "Sky" family owner suddenly shrank, and then quickly collapsed. However,
After a few breaths, he lost all his strength and fell to the ground with a bang.
Finally, he clung to the embrace of Mother Earth and felt the light of Father Sun. The head of the "Sky" family murmured silently, but no one could hear it anymore.
"It hurts so much...my soul flies away from my heart...Three gods are above me, I don't want to go to the lonely sky...back to...hometown..."
The bright red flowed rapidly. Soon, the head of the "Sky" family lost all his voice and turned into a solid symbol under the sky. In front of tens of thousands of warriors, he proved his fearlessness and welcomed death calmly.
Looking at this scene, Orosh grinned and praised loudly.
"What a general who is willing to die! It turns out that there are real heroes among the people of Tarasco!"
Hearing this, "Monkey" Kuruka turned slightly, looked not far away, and whispered to himself.
"A true hero..."
Where Kuruka was looking, Ezpan lowered his head, hid his body in the spear phalanx, and tightened his grip on the weapon in his hand.
Natalie from the Divine Blessing Legion closed her eyes. He stretched out his right hand full of blood, held the amulet symbolizing the Lord God, and prayed quietly.
Hulot stood silently for a moment, then slowly bowed and saluted. Then, he straightened his back and looked around the bloody battlefield under the setting sun. The main Mexica army was generally intact, with more than 2,000 elite enemy troops lying on the ground and surrendering, and more than 10,000 of them surrendered.
The Pala militiamen were still fleeing. At this moment, overwhelming pride burned like a flame in his chest!
"Destroy the north and march south to the royal capital. This battle is finally over!!"
