The curls of green smoke rose, accompanied by the priest's singing, dedicated to the gods in the sky. Shulot stood under the banner of the gods, silently looking at the sky. After a long while, he answered slowly and clearly.
"Bertard, you are right to warn me. I cannot accept Suangua's surrender."
Shulot lowered his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, there was a burning desire to fight.
"The royal family of Tarasco must not be preserved! This is not only the will of the elders, but also the need to rule the land in the lake. The Mexica Federation does not want the nominal submission of the Tarasco people, but direct control of every conquered country
The city-state is truly rooted in this fertile land."
"The conflict between me and Suangua is irreconcilable. The Lake Patzcuaro area should become my foundation and lay the foundation for my future career. The southwest mountainous area is an opportunity for great social development! Eliminate the royal family, relocate the nobles, reform the priests, develop iron
The mine... plan cannot be changed. Only a blank piece of paper can create a magnificent picture!"
Listening to the young king's declaration, Bertard bowed his head and respectfully made suggestions.
"Your Highness, in this case, there is no need for you to meet with Suangua. The nobles of Tarasco are like crocodiles in the Talsas River, fierce, savage and cunning. The great Teotihuacan Empire has disappeared for thousands of years.
The noble kingdom of Tula has also been reduced to ruins. Ancient etiquette has no actual meaning to the emerging alliance."
The warrior commander paused. The arrow wound on his back still seemed to be aching. His face was as calm as water, with the stoicism unique to civilian warriors.
"Your Highness, you are the sun of the future. You should not easily meet with the enemy's royal family alone, and you must not lose the king's most important credibility! You hope that Suangua will sincerely surrender and end the war as soon as possible; but you cannot truly accept his surrender.
I swore an oath to him before joining the army."
Having said this, Bertard's eyes sharpened, revealing the ferocity of a senior warrior who regarded life and death as ordinary.
"Then, let the distinguished royal members of the legion meet with the King of Tarasco on your behalf! If the King of Tarasco is really willing to lay down his arms, let this man accept all the treaties and make peace with Suangua.
Make an oath to the gods!"
Shulot was slightly startled and looked at his trusted warrior captain.
"Distinguished member of the royal family? Who is it?"
"The glorious nobleman of Tlatelolco, Tepopolo the Destroyer. Tlatelolco's family has been married to the royal family for generations. Tepopolo's mother and grandmother are both princesses of the Mexica royal family.
.And in the legion, he often regards himself as a member of the royal family."
"Anna mentioned to me that there were rumors from the nobles in the capital that Tepopolo intended to hand over the family territory and seek a suitable fiefdom in the vast territory of the Kingdom of Tarasco. He has deep roots and was the first to take the initiative.
The honorable noble who surrendered his territory. Neither King Avit nor the immortal elders will treat him badly."
"Although he cannot be compared with His Highness and does not have access to the rich Lake Patzcuaro area, he will definitely be able to gain a foothold in the land of Mickencho. In this way, he is a potential competitor of His Highness. He does not know the elder's will
, let him recruit King Suangua to surrender!"
At this point, Bertard remained silent. No matter whether Tepopolo successfully surrendered, broke his promise or broke his promise, or failed to surrender and died in an attack, it would be beneficial to His Highness.
Shulot's eyes became dark. After a moment, he nodded slightly.
"Just as you say."
Then, the young commander shouted an order.
"Inform the envoy of Suangua. Tell him that according to ancient etiquette, the royal family of the Mexica will meet with the royal family of Tarasco in front of the two armies!"
"Call the glorious noble Tepopolo, I will give him orders personally!"
The sun reached the high zenith, sitting majestically on the clouds, watching the world patiently. The vast military formation was fully unfolded in the wilderness. Two huge legions, separated by a distance of several miles, were waiting for their fate.
Decisive battle. The senior warriors sat on the ground, putting their weapons in front of them. They looked calm, accumulating physical strength for fighting, chatting and laughing with each other from time to time, and already regarded death in battle as normal. The spear militiamen were strictly disciplined and had lower status.
.They continued to maintain the integrity of the formation, just relaxing their legs and feet in place, silently waiting for the gods' decision.
After a while, two teams of nearly a hundred people slowly walked out from the military formations of both sides. The flags of the Mexica and Tarasco royal families were flying in front of the teams, and elite warriors gathered around the leader.
"The Destroyer" Tepopolo, wearing a gorgeous aristocratic battle suit and an upside-down battle feather crest, walked in the forefront with high spirits.
Since leading three thousand warriors to participate in the Western Expedition, Tepopolo has been full of setbacks, and most of the power and glory he expected have failed. First, he failed to propose marriage to Annatri, the commander of the navy, and missed the alliance with the navy. Then,
He was stationed in the fortress on the north shore for several months, suffering from mildew in the rainy season, and practicing the dishonorable bow and arrow with the royal warriors. Then, in a battle on Lake Eureria, he fought as a frontline soldier, and half of his men were killed in the first battle.
.Looking back at it now, I still feel frightened by the tragedy.
What followed was a long period of repairs. It was not until the river mouth fortress was captured that his army moved there to control the key logistics nodes. He was very active just now and had several banquets with the surrendered nobles of Tarasco. The sophisticated Shusok
Taking advantage of the opportunity of capturing Huayamo, he left his army at the river mouth fortress and sent him to the frontline legion to participate in the "glorious battle to siege the royal capital."
As a reinforcement sent by the king, Tepopolo understood the fears of the Holy City. He had no chance and had no intention of competing for military power on the northern route. Seeing that the victory of the Western Expedition was certain, he had already set his sights on the future.
The latest envoy sent before has returned, and through the relay of the intelligence officer, the king gave him a clear commitment.
"Although it's not the best, it's still acceptable."
Tepopolo thought with a smile.
"Whether Marshal Hulot is cautious and timid, or avoids suspicion, the opportunity to meet finally fell to me! The singing of the epic is something for the future. If I can surrender the royal army of Tarasco, I can truly
Establish a foundation in the land of Mickencho and establish contact with the nobles of Tarasco. As a brave warrior, how can we look forward and backward? There is no harm in taking some risks for this kind of meritorious service!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Tepopolo held his head high and looked forward. Tarasco's royal flag was already a hundred steps away. Surrounded by the bronze axe guards, a tall
The king wore golden bronze armor, a purple bronze helmet on his head, and held a sapphire scepter high in his hand, greeting him from a distance.
Tepopolo looked solemn. He raised the family scepter in his hand and solemnly returned the greeting to the polite King Tarasco. At the same time, he greeted the approaching team with a loud and glorious greeting, his voice confident and loud.
"Members of the royal family of Mexica, the glorious nobles of Tlatelolco, Tepopolo the Destroyer, pay tribute to the ancient royal family of Tarasco! This is a noble tribute from the descendants of the gods, and it is also witnessed by the gods.
meet!"
Then, the glorious nobleman Tepopolo put down his scepter and nodded slightly towards the opposite side. When he raised his head, the king on the other side had not replied yet, still holding the staff high. Tepopolo thought for a moment and thought that this was the Tula people waiting.
He raised his scepter again and shouted loudly.
"Under the witness of the Lord God, the great divine war is about to come to an end! The Sun God has enough holy blood and continues to burn and shine on the world! The supreme alliance assumes the responsibility of commanding the world and saving all ministries and people!"
After a long time, until the two teams came within sixty steps, the Tarascans' reply came belatedly.
"The King of Tarasco, the Casonchi of the Prepecha people, the Eagle of the Land of the Lakes, His Majesty Suangua is here to pay his respects to the emerging Mexica royal family!"
"The Sun God watches us and guides the destiny of all things. The sacred blood flows in the descendants of God and determines the fate of the world. Only the future king can talk to the supreme king. May I ask His Highness Shulot of Mexica?
, are you in the team at the front?"
Tepopolo's face darkened, and he felt slightly angry. He gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.
"According to the practice of the alliance, His Highness Hulot carries the banner of the coach and the glory of the God of War. Once he stands in the legion, he will not move another half step until the battle is over! Tlatelolco's line
With a history of hundreds of years, it is one of the oldest families in Mexico. As a glorious nobleman of Tenochtitlan, I will fully represent the alliance and the royal family!"
There was no answer for a long time. Tepopolo's heart sank. He held on to his last hope and made a promise.
"I swear in the name of my family that in the land of prickly pears and rocks, there will be a place for the eagle on the lake to live!"
After sixty steps, Suangua stopped. He did not reply to the call from the other side. He also held the last hope and carefully observed the leader of the Mexica people. Through the feather helmet, he saw the middle-aged man's face.
Face. Then, he scanned the Mexica warriors behind him one by one to judge their height. After searching for a few breaths, he finally sighed in disappointment.
A few steps behind Suangua, the "hound" warrior Yuku held the long bow in his hand tightly, stared at the leader of the Mexica people, and looked at the magic staff instructed by the king with his peripheral vision. He understood the importance of the task,
Along the way, I have been rehearsing in my mind, estimating the exact distance. For an experienced hunter, the opportunity to hunt birds is always fleeting, and shooting quickly with a bow has long been his fighting instinct. With steady hands and sharp eyesight,
If you cooperate closely, the bow will be released with half a bow, and the prey will fall down at the sound.
However, Yuku waited silently and nervously for a long time, but did not wait for the staff to fall. He hesitated for a moment, and made a waiting gesture to the marksmen behind. Then, he took a few steps forward and asked in a low voice.
"Your Majesty, the Mexica marshal should not have appeared. Who is this member of the royal family? Do you need my help to keep him?"
Su Angua shook his head, showing a little helplessness, and finally dropped the magic staff in his hand.
"What's the use of catching a chirping cardinal if the proud eagle can't catch the noble quetzal?"
Then, Su Angua looked solemn and shouted to the other side majestically.
"The glory of the king is inviolable! Since the black wolf of Mexica is unwilling to meet, the condor of Tarasco will never fall to the ground! In this case, let the sacred battle decide our destination!"
Su Angua paused, looked at the cronies beside him, and asked in a low voice.
"I'm sorry that your journey was in vain. When will support from the capital arrive?"
The confidant looked grateful, bowed his head respectfully, and replied softly.
"The scouts have contacted the capital. The chief has mobilized three thousand warriors and is on the way to support. In the past two days, the reinforcements have been kept hidden, and there are still more than twenty miles away."
"Three thousand warriors, more than twenty miles away... In that case, let's challenge the Mexicans on the opposite side to a fight!"
Suan Gua nodded, and the doubts in his eyes flashed away. At this time, the capital could still mobilize three thousand warriors? How much combat power would the warriors have left after running for dozens of miles? He forcibly put away his thoughts and revealed himself again
With a confident smile, he shouted loudly to the other side.
"The Mexica people are the most important warriors, and so are the Tarasco people. According to ancient etiquette, the fearless Tarasco warriors challenge the Mexica warriors who are good at fighting! Under the gaze of the God of War, let
The bravest warriors fight against each other, offering the highest salute!"