The gentle spring breeze blows through the soft earth, and the vast wilderness is a melting spring scene. Yellow wildflowers bloom on the plains of the lake area, and red birds chase and fly at low altitude. The intertwined streams sing gurgling songs, and the towering mountains
Ups and downs in the distant sky. The spring is beautiful, the grass is lush, it is a quiet and peaceful time.
However, under the bright spring light, there was infinite murderous intent at this time! Shulot climbed onto the hill and looked ahead, and a mighty legion came from the end of his sight. Tarasco's royal army was tens of thousands, lining up
They came in a tight queue like a torrent. The warriors' footsteps were merciless. They trampled the blooming wild flowers, lowered their weapons, and frightened the birds in the sky.
Shulot stared for a moment, and his pupils shrank slightly. The enemy troops marched in groups, but there was no confusion in the queue. Then, the royal army several miles away stopped and gradually spread out to the two wings. An inherited eagle flag was then revealed, standing tall.
In the center of the military formation, the young commander's eyes rested on the ancient flag. The golden eagle spread its wings and was about to fly. It always made people think of far away and many things.
After a moment, Shulot's eyes moved down and landed on the military formation under the flag. He quickly frowned. He took a few breaths and tilted his head to look at the warrior commander beside him.
"Is this the Bronze Axe of Tarasco?"
Bertard stared ahead with his eagle eyes and nodded solemnly.
"Yes, Your Highness. This is the core of the Tarasco royal family's rule over the world, the most elite Bronze Ax Guard. It was specially selected by all the Tarasco kings in order to compete with the most noble Eagle Chapter of the Alliance.
Formed. Unlike the noble warbands of the Alliance, the Bronze Ax Guards are pure elite warriors. They are loyal to the royal family and do not own independent fiefdoms, so they can withstand higher battle losses. Four years ago, they fought in Tin
The Tacuaro Valley raided King Avit's pro-army, defeated two thousand Jaguars, and forced King Avit to flee eastward. The Union army was subsequently defeated, and the first western expedition failed."
Shulot nodded slightly and was silent. Avitt lost his military power after that battle and also lost the priority to inherit the throne. There was a turmoil in the capital of the lake, and then with the support of the chief priests, it was changed to
Tisoke succeeded to the throne.
Bertard withdrew his sharp gaze and looked at Xilot with a solemn expression.
"Your Highness, the king of Mexica cannot fail in the war... This guard wears a bronze helmet on its head, carries a bronze ax on its waist, and carries a new type of long bow on its back. You need to be careful."
Hearing this, Shulot clenched his hands slightly, but his face was full of confidence. He laughed loudly.
"Two years ago, I saw this guard once on the north bank of the Leman River. It was just across the river that I didn't actually fight with them. Today is a good day! Come, join my loyal warriors and defeat these guards with your own hands.
The world-famous Imperial Guard captures the King of Tarasco alive!"
Hearing His Highness's heroic words, the surrounding soldiers also cheered together. The black wolf's flag was majestically erected on the hill, and three thousand shooting regiments then stationed under the flag. The longbow warriors occupied the ground and inserted only arrows.
In the soil in front of him, a mighty melee army crossed the hill and formed an array in front of the commander's flag. The center army was composed of seven thousand spear militiamen, the left wing was three thousand religious warriors, and the right wing was three thousand Holy City Legion. And among the warriors
On the periphery of the military formation were two thousand patrolling longbow militiamen and one thousand elite scouts from the Northern Army.
As for the western city-state army, they could not keep up with the speed of the army, and they suffered a lot of losses in the battle of Takuro Plains. The noble private army was wandering and could not be relied on. In this decisive battle, Shulot only asked the city-state nobles
They recruited hundreds of elite warriors to join the Northern Army's scout team. The main force of the city-state army was stationed at Huayamo Fortress, maintaining the food route while maintaining pressure on Qincongcan City.
The army was arrayed, with the commander in the middle. Shulot stood on a high place, gazing at the nearly 20,000 troops assembled with all their strength, with fiery pride stirring in his chest. He raised his head and looked at the vast blue sky. The misty clouds transformed into a palace in the sky.
, the sun ascends to the throne of the sky. Under the eyes of the Lord God, the grand ceremony is about to begin!
"Tens of thousands of warriors from both armies and two god-born commanders are just sacrifices to the Sun God. The rise and fall of the kingdom depends on this battle!"
A few miles away, Suangua, under the banner of the Eagle, looked excited. He looked around at his cronies, boosting the morale of the generals. When he saw the lineup of the Northern Army of Mexico today, his heart suddenly sank. The appearance of the opponent's army
Tightly organized and far outnumbered, this battle will not be easy.
So the young king summoned his trusted generals and made a solemn promise for the last time.
"The temples of the three gods, the tombs of your ancestors, as well as your land estates, family members and children, must be protected by the sticks and axes in your hands! Go back and tell the warriors under your command: Kasong Chisuangua swears here that as long as this
If you win a battle, and when you return to the capital, you will spend all the land and property of the royal family to share the wealth with them! As long as you win this battle, no matter how many survivors there are, all militiamen will be promoted to samurai, and all samurai will be promoted to nobility!"
Upon hearing the king's promise, the officers of each battalion looked surprised and looked at each other silently for a moment. Among the loyal royal army, no one doubted the king's majesty. After a while, the officers who reacted paid homage to the king one after another, thanked the king for his generosity, and turned around
Everyone returned to camp. Soon, continuous cheers rang out from the legions.
Su Angua was silent. He stared at the black wolf flag opposite and thought carefully for a while, a strange look suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"I heard that the Mexican commander opposite is named Xiulote. He is young, less than twenty years old?"
The confidant beside him stepped forward and bowed his head to report back.
"Your Majesty is wise. According to the intelligence, the chief and deputy marshals of the North Road are descendants of Isko Atl, a branch of the Mexica royal family. The deputy marshal is his father Shusoke, and the coach is his son Shulot. They are all aliases from the inheritance of the god of death.
. And Shulot is the nominal heir to the current Alliance King Avitt. It is said that he is only fifteen years old. It is said that he is the reincarnation of a sage and possesses divine wisdom."
Suangua shook his head slightly. To be able to command an army and achieve such a result, no matter how smart he is, he cannot be only fifteen years old. This is probably a deliberate bragging by the Mexicans. But even if he is twenty years old, he is still young.
There must be insufficient experience in some aspects.
"Being from a branch, winning all the way, young and energetic..."
The same young king pondered for a while, and his thoughts became clearer. He summoned his cronies.
"In the name of the Royal Family of Tarasco, as my envoy, you invite His Highness Mexica to meet in front of the battle."
Then, Suangua waved to his confidant to take two steps forward and whispered in his ear.
"You hinted in your words that King Tarasco intends to surrender to His Highness Mexica. The king is willing to hand over the great capital and the rich southern territory, and only wants to be enfeoffed in the desolate southwestern mountainous area and preserve the inheritance of the royal family. Specifically.
The conditions can be discussed in person, but His Highness’s personal commitment must be obtained.”
The confidant opened his eyes wide in disbelief and looked at the majestic king.
"Your Majesty, this, this..."
"I have made up my mind, go and send the message quickly!"
Su Angua's face was as dark as water and he shouted sternly. He watched his cronies lower their heads and silently walked towards the front of the formation. Then he turned his head slightly and called the general of his bodyguard.
"Yuku, my loyal hound, you have always been brave and good at shooting. Are you already familiar with the new longbow?"
In the Prepecha language, Yucu means hound and coyote. In the Kingdom of Tarasco, this is a noble family that has been passed down for hundreds of years and has always been the bodyguard of the kingdom. After hearing the king's inquiry, a man with a simple face
The middle-aged warrior took two steps forward silently. He knelt on one knee like a sculpture and bowed his head solemnly in salute.
"Your Majesty, if you use a new long bow, you can shoot a flying bird within sixty steps."
"If the flying bird doesn't move, how far can you be sure?"
Yuku raised his head slightly, revealing his deep eyes. He followed the king's gaze, thought for a moment, and answered cautiously.
"Within one hundred and twenty steps, you can give it a try. Within one hundred steps, you will definitely hit the black wolf."
Su Angua nodded slightly and immediately gave the order.
"Yuku, quickly summon the ten best archers among the guards. Follow me later to meet with the commander of the Mexica people."
Then, he waved Yuku forward and whispered a few words in a low voice. The other party saluted solemnly, turned around, and strode away.
The young king thought for a while and spoke loudly again.
"Come here, order the priests to light up the sacred fire, hold a ceremony before the battle, and pray to the three gods! Then bring over the bronze armor and the sturdy bronze helmet donated by the Ivacchio coppersmiths!"
The murderous military formations unfolded sonorously, and the burning flames crackled. The priests of Tarasco built a altar, threw in baskets of incense without hesitation, and burned the pleasant divine smoke. In the lingering green smoke,
Suangua narrowed his eyes. He looked at the trusted envoy, watching the envoy walk out of the military formation, towards the enemy, and then walked to the hilltop until he was in front of the black wolf's flag.
The black wolf, symbolizing death, was flying high on the flag, looking up to the sky and howling at the reborn sun. Under the flag, the young commander looked surprised and looked at the enemy envoy who was kneeling in front of him.
“King of Tarasco, Kazonchi of the Prepechas, Eagle of the Land of the Lakes, His Majesty Suangua, to His Highness the Mexica, Divine Enlightenment of the Tenochtitlan,
The black wolf of the capital of the gods, Marshal Shulot, solemnly pays his solemn greetings... For the glory of the gods, the two great alliances fight to the death, and the sacred blood flows freely... At this moment, the earth is flooded with bright red, and the world has reached the peak of the gods.
At the end of the war...the kings met under the gaze of the gods and left an immortal declaration..."
"The supreme sun god rose into the sky, and the moon hung behind the mountain. The eagle on the lake was willing to land on the cactus and let the sharp thorns pierce its wings... It lowered its head and cried softly to the mighty black wolf,
Offer the fattest fish from Lake Patzcuaro... From now on, the flying eagle will enter the cave in the southwest, where it will guard the frontier for the sun..."
Shulot skipped the ritualized preface, pondered over the metaphorical words, and then asked in surprise.
"You mean, in front of the two armies, Suangua is willing to surrender to the alliance and offer the Patzcuaro Lake area? Southwest, garrison... He asked to keep a fiefdom in the southwest?"
The messenger pursed his lips and nodded silently. There was a hint of despair in his expression, but also the final stubbornness.
"No, your noble Majesty did not say so. He just asked His Highness Mexica to stand in front of the battle for a while. According to the noble etiquette of the Tula people, before the official battle, the two divine royal families should meet each other.
Salute. This battle is destined to be spread all over the world and become an immortal chapter in the poet's mouth. The two kings should meet before the battle and spread their names in the epic!"
Seeing the envoy's expression, Shulot smiled slightly.
"You are a good messenger, please step back and wait!"
Then, two personal warriors came forward and took the enemy's envoy away. Shulot looked at the enemy's royal flag facing far away and fell into deep thought. After a while, he looked at the most trustworthy person.
The samurai commander.
"Bertard, the battle between the two armies is imminent, and the world will be decided in one battle. At this time, Suangua invited me to have a talk in front of the battle. What is his intention?"
Bertard thought for a while and answered calmly.
"Your Highness, Suangua either sincerely surrenders or has malicious intentions. He may be hoping to convince His Highness to find an opportunity; or he may just be delaying time and waiting for reinforcements. But in fact, his thoughts are not important. What is important is
Yes, Your Highness, your plan. Do you want Suangua to surrender?"
Hearing the warrior commander's question, Shulot laughed.
"Of course! The outcome of this battle is yet to be determined. Although our army has the numerical advantage, the enemy is all elite."
The young commander looked to the opposite side. Tens of thousands of Royal Tarasco troops were in strict formation and well-equipped, and were steadily arrayed in front of the Mexican Legion. A warm breeze blew, bringing vague cheers from the enemy, and there was the smell of spices in the wind.
The priests of Tarasco danced wildly on the altar around the sacred fire, boosting the morale of the army.
"The Royal Army Corps is different from the Chapala Army. They are united and determined to fight to the death. The Northern Army in this battle are all my reliable direct descendants. Even if the bloody battle is won, I don't know how many warriors will be lost. If we just meet for a while, we can
The surrender of King Tarasco's army is simply like a benevolent gift from the Lord God! Qin Congcan surrendered without a fight, and even the Lake District can catch up with this year's spring plowing!"
A smile appeared on Shulot's face. He hoped to retain the vitality of the land in the lake, whether it was civilians or warriors. Because, in his heart, there was a broad future and too many grand plans.
Bertard looked at the young commander and saw the bright light in his eyes. The warrior commander was silent for a while, and then he spoke slowly and ruthlessly.
"Then, my lord, will you accept Suangua's surrender?"