The sun shines with warmth, bringing vitality to the earth. Spring plowing is approaching, and wildfires are burning in the mountains and forests, raising layers of thick smoke. The smoke changes and drifts far in the sky, like a passage to the Kingdom of God, heralding the warriors.
Our destined destination.
Hundreds of warriors, scouts and envoys, wearing uniforms of different colors, walked in the smoke-strewn hinterland of the south. They undertook different missions, disturbing the towns and villages along the way and breaking the last peace in the southern part of the kingdom.
The three legions from north to south were looking for each other in the fog of war, approaching each other, and preparing for a happy fight.
Intelligence from all directions gathered together, and King Suangua had the advantage of the home court and was the first to see everything on the battlefield clearly.
The Mexican Legion on the northern route is centered in the city of Ivacchio and has a size of 10,000 to 20,000. Half of them are warriors wearing armor and holding sticks, and the other half are militiamen equipped with spears. The Mexican advance army on the southern route is in
After plundering Apachin State, they began to move north. There were about 5,000 elite warriors. The two legions seemed to have established a connection and were approaching each other. They were only more than 200 miles apart. It only took a week to form an insurmountable force.
The army.
Suangua has 10,000 elites in his hands, of which 7,000 are loyal direct warriors and 3,000 are reliable spear militiamen. The two enemy armies are only more than a hundred miles away from here. Once the march moves, there will be no trace of the king's army.
There is no way to hide, and the enemy will soon be chasing you.
"There is not much time left. Defeating the enemies in the south will not help the overall situation. The only way is to defeat the main Mexica force in the north before the enemies gather! I believe in the loyal and brave Guards Corps! As long as we defeat
The enemy on the northern route will be able to return to the capital, join the royal family and the Hummingbird family, and reorganize the kingdom's power. By then, the road back to the Colima Mountains will be clear again, and there will be hope for everything!"
After thinking for a moment, Suangua lowered his head, stood in front of the inherited eagle flag, and prayed silently to the sacred flag.
"The sacred wind surrounds the descendants of the eagle, and the light of the three gods bestows upon the legions of divine warriors. With the blessing of the ancestors, victory or defeat depends on this!"
Then, the young king called his cronies and asked in a deep voice.
"Has the envoy sent to the capital arrived?"
"Your Highness, the accompanying scouts have been identified and the envoy has entered the royal capital. Chief Hummingbird's reply is definitely on the way."
"Okay! Send out a scout team to detour to the east, harass the enemies on the north road, and create the illusion that the king's army is out. The rest of the warriors have had a full day and are ready to go to war!"
The long wind swept across, and the hunting eagle flags fluttered. The golden sun turned blood red and set in the western sky. When the night fell, a messenger finally came quickly from the northern capital, bringing the expected reply. The young king
No more hesitation. In the early morning of the next day, 10,000 Royal Tarasco troops poured out from the hidden mountain manor. They had been recuperating for a long time, and with high morale, they headed towards Ivacchio, more than a hundred miles away in the north.
The city rushed away with a mighty impact.
The faint sunshine shone on the tip of the long grass, which was the pure dew in the morning. Seeing the traces of the enemy, the black wolf Toltec suddenly stood up from the lurking grass. He raised his long bow and shot three arrows in a row.
A Tarasco scout was marching in a hurry. The hunter team behind him fired arrows continuously, killing all the remaining seven enemies, and the dewdrops turned into a dazzling red.
Toltec nodded and climbed onto the mound with great satisfaction. He looked towards the southern sky, and then his eyes widened in shock.
"My Lord, this...this is the most elite royal army of the Tarascans!"
In the southern wilderness, tens of thousands of Tarasco warriors lined up in a tight marching column, marching silently and quickly. They were divided into battalions of 800 people, neatly arranged into twelve marching columns.
Walking forward without stopping. Under the camp, there are four warrior groups of 200 people, each led by a warrior captain. The leader of the captain wears an eagle helmet with spread wings and two blue feathers.
, carrying a bright little flag behind him.
In front of both sides of the legion, there are hundreds of elite scouts scattered, each holding a long bow and wearing the royal yellow battle uniform. And in the center of the legion, the royal guards wear bronze helmets, hold bronze axes, and carry
Holding long bows, they gathered around a large flag. The flag was four to five meters high, and the nearly two-meter-long flag fluttered in the wind. An eagle spread its wings and flew toward the north!
"Heritage Eagle of the Royal Family of Tarasco! This is King Tarasco! Suangua is right there!"
Toltec shouted in surprise. He watched carefully, searching for the warriors under the king's flag. Finally, his eyes settled on a striking young king. The man wore a gilt battle suit inlaid with gems and held a golden hand.
The bronze divine staff emits thousands of rays of light under the rising sun, making it difficult to look directly at it.
"The glare makes my eyes hurt, and I can't see clearly what it looks like!"
The golden light flashed dazzlingly. Toltec turned his head and could only watch with the corner of his eyes. He saw the young king looking up, then raised the magic staff in his hand and pointed in his direction!
Hundreds of scattered scouts paused for a moment. Then, like wasps after receiving orders, they suddenly rushed towards the Mexica reconnaissance team in front. These elite warriors rushed within a hundred steps, took off their longbows together, and sent out a swarm of swarms.
A buzzing sound.
"Boohoo!"
"The wind is tight, pull!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, the black wolf Toltec ran away, shouting the scout code taught by His Highness. Hundreds of long arrows fell like lightning on the mound, and more than a dozen militia hunters died on the spot. The remaining dozens
The famous hunter immediately turned around and fled to the north.
Tarasco's scout warriors were in pursuit. They were ready to annihilate all the enemies and try to keep the traces of the royal army secret. These royal elites were physically strong and experienced. They kept an effortless trot and chased the two soldiers all the way.
Ten miles away. As long as the militia hunters are exhausted and stop for a moment, they will be immediately overwhelmed by the "swarm" and let out their last screams.
Toltec ran all the way, with a "whoosh" of arrows behind him. It wasn't until more and more Mexica scout teams were attracted and fought with the kingdom's scout warriors that the black wolf who came forward to investigate escaped.
He wiped the sweat from his head with the sleeve of his battle suit and cursed in a low voice.
"Blessed by the Lord God! The black wolf was chasing the tail of the elk in the mountain forest, but when it turned around and pounced, it turned into a leopard! The royal army of Tarasco is indeed very capable! They formed an orderly queue and marched for dozens of miles without any disorder; they followed orders and prohibited and attacked.
Time is as fast as the wind. No, I have to return to Ivacchio quickly and report the military situation to His Highness. The victory or defeat depends on this one, so we must be prepared and gather all our strength to fight!"
Toltec, who was good at running, rested for a while and then continued running towards the north. He ran all the way through fields of burning weeds, through shallow streams in spring, and through slightly undulating hills, and finally came to Ivachi where the green smoke was extinguished.
Outside Ao City, the night is deep, and the continuous tents are swaying like starlight bonfires, like the mighty Milky Way falling on the ground.
As a general trusted by His Highness, Toltec had an unimpeded journey. Under the guidance of Bertard, he once again came to His Highness's tent, knelt down on one knee, and reported the urgent military situation.
Shulot was sitting cross-legged in front of the bonfire, and the bright firelight reflected his resolute face. The young commander was wearing a black battle suit and holding a refined long bow. He had been preparing for battle for a long time. After hearing the information about the king's army, he stood up.
, laughing loudly and boldly.
"Chasing deer all over the world, the white deer finally appears! The victory or defeat depends on this battle. The general trend of the world will soon be determined by this battle!"
Then, Shulot put away his smile and solemnly ordered.
"Assemble all the warriors in the city and march south tomorrow to attack King Tarasco's army! Summon the commanders of all ministries, mobilize the officers of each battalion, and prepare for the decisive battle! Finally, summon the priests who accompany the army. I will personally hold a pre-war sacrifice and pray to the God of War.
victory!"
Early on the next morning, a grand ceremony was held quickly. Witnessed by the Lord God, the priests sang and danced beside the holy fire. They used shining obsidian and hard shells to divine together, and from the cracks in the obsidian and shells, they concluded the battle.
A prophecy of victory!
Later, Shulot chanted loudly on the altar and informed each warrior of the victory predicted by the gods. Then, he announced to the warriors: If he wins this battle, he will be awarded and promoted according to military merit.
Militiamen who are good at fighting become warriors, outstanding warriors are promoted to senior warriors, and hundreds of senior warriors are promoted to become military nobles of the alliance, and the fertile land of Tarasco's Lake District is entrusted to them!
Under His Highness's generous promise, tens of thousands of warriors and militiamen cheered wildly, shaking the world in the Patzcuaro Lake area. Then, all the Mexican Northern Army assembled and left the walled city of Ivacchio.
Kill the King of Tarasco's army that suddenly appears in the south.
The armies were approaching each other, and the scouts on the periphery were constantly fighting each other. The movements of both sides were completely revealed to their opponents. Two days later, on the southern plains of the Patzcuaro Lake area, two elite legions finally faced each other from a distance and appeared in each other's sight.
The smoke and dust of the march rose into the sky and were blown away by the strong wind, revealing the traces of the slain warriors.
Shulot was wearing a gorgeous battle uniform and a slender feather crown, with the commander's flag behind him. He strode up the hill and looked at the flag of King Tarasco on the southern field. The army was mighty and the warriors faced each other.
The flag is flying, the eagle spreads its wings to the north, and the black wolf pounces to the south. The two armies are close at hand, and the decisive battle is today!