The setting sun was like bright red cocoa, dripping into the dark sky, leaving only a faint afterglow in the western sky. Bertard squatted beside Yuku's gradually cold body and stared silently for a long time. Familiar memories came back again.
It goes up into the mind, flows into the eyes, and paints a layer of more vicissitudes of depth into the warrior's vicissitudes of life.
"This is the fate of a samurai, no one can escape..."
Bertard watched the hound's smile and murmured softly. After a while, he shook his head slightly, stretched out his hand, and closed Yuku's wide eyes. Then, the warrior captain took out the sharp obsidian dagger from his waist and slowly handed it out
, pressing on the neck of the hound... He needs to take the token and report it back to His Highness.
"Haha! Dear Holy Eagle Warrior Commander, look who I caught!!"
Hearty laughter came from the forest not far away, and soon arrived. Bertard looked up and saw Toltec's arms tightly wrapped around each other, and a young warrior decorated with guards on his shoulders.
He strode over with excitement on his face.
Taking advantage of the last remaining light on the horizon, the warrior commander watched carefully. The warrior had disheveled hair, his hands and feet were tightly tied with hemp ropes, and a ball of cotton was stuffed in his mouth. He was struggling on the black wolf's shoulder while moaning "Woo!"
At this moment, he looked like a captured elk, falling into the hands of the Mexica warriors!
"This is...?"
Bertard pushed aside the young warrior's messy hair and looked at the other party's arrogant eyes full of anger; then, he pinched the warrior's chin, forcing the other party to open his mouth, and observed for a while the white teeth without any wear; finally, he pulled
Opening the opponent's collar, he glanced at the pampered white neck and the red blood stains on the neck... Then thinking about the hound's dying behavior... the warrior commander's face finally revealed an unbelievable shock.
"Is this...?!"
"Yes, I recognize his face! This is the king of Tarasco, the Kasonchi of the Prepecha people, the most sacred game I have captured in my life, and the white deer named by His Highness, King Suangua
!”
The black wolf Toltec was in high spirits, and his eyes were almost shining. He carefully bent down and handed the futilely struggling Suuangua to the front of the warrior chief.
"Dear Holy Eagle Warrior Captain, you taught me martial arts, recommended my talents, and saved my life today!... I want to give this sacred prey to you so that you can offer it to His Highness!"
Hearing this, Bertard was slightly startled. He looked into Toltec's sincere eyes for a while, and after a while, he smiled happily.
"Toltec, this is His Highness's white deer, and it is also the most sacred sacrifice in the entire Western Expedition! Once he is sent back to the capital in the lake, all the priests and elders, all the people in the capital, and the entire Mexica Alliance will
, and even the whole world will be excited about it! And you will also become the strongest warrior who is famous all over the world and spreads the epic!... Toltec, do you really not want this credit?"
When he heard that he was famous all over the world, Toltec's face showed deep yearning. He pulled his hair and thought about it for a while, then he looked ashamed and spoke.
"Ah, this...respected Holy Eagle Warrior Captain, can we offer this prey together..."
Bertard laughed heartily. He looked at the simple and resolute young man in front of him, and became more and more sure that he was his most suitable successor... The warrior commander's heart was racing, and he said with a smile.
"Black Wolf, you captured Suangua with your own hands! This is your credit. I won't take it, and I don't need it... But, you really can't take all the credit. Kuruca and Ezpan's spears
The legion suffered the greatest casualties and broke through the enemy's formation from the front. According to His Highness's considerations, the credit for capturing the king was originally reserved for them... Moreover, these two generals, like us, were born among civilians. In the future, you
We also need to get closer..."
The wind blew away the whispers in the forest and turned into sobs in the wind. Lying on the cold soil, Su Angua watched himself being treated as prey, and the anger of shame engulfed his soul. He arched his legs and struggled
He was struggling on the ground, shouting "Woo". Then, he saw the familiar head of the hound, hanging on the waist of another Mexica warrior, with a death smile on his face.
"Ohh Ohh ohh!!"
The king's shout turned into a choked roar, which finally alarmed the two people talking. Drops of blood flowed from the king's neck, along with large drops of warm tears.
"He's injured his neck?"
"It's just a bit of skin damage. Tarasco's eagle is quite tough, much tougher than that fearless crocodile. When I approached him just now, he resisted twice. Seeing that he was invincible, he just pulled out a handful of copper.
He killed himself with a dagger. It's just that his arm was injured and his movements were slower..."
"Then it needs to be bandaged. Such a sacred sacrifice has never been seen in the history of the alliance. It must be sent back to the lake capital alive!"
As Bertard spoke, he leaned down. The warrior commander quickly struck out with a precise uppercut, hitting Suangua on the chin. The dense nerves simultaneously transmitted severe pain signals, and the cerebellum connected to the trigeminal nerve instantly
Unbalanced. The young king instantly rolled his eyes, stopped struggling suddenly, and completely fainted on the ground. The warrior chief nodded with satisfaction, and his skills in capturing prisoners had not yet been mastered. Then, the two quickly bandaged Suangua's wounds.
, one behind the other, carrying the precious "white deer" on their shoulders, they cautiously headed out of the forest.
The fighting outside the forest has come to an end. Under the outflanking of superior troops and the shooting of precise bows and arrows, almost all the bronze ax guards at the rear were killed. Only a few people took advantage of the dim night to escape into the dangerous forest.
The Mexica warriors lit torches and spread out in teams of dozens to search in the woods. It wasn't until the two commanders appeared in front of them and Bertard raised the hound's head high that the warriors of the alliance broke out together.
A loud cheer!
The warrior commander gave a loud order to gather the scattered warriors. Then, he called his lieutenant and whispered a few words. A dozen personal guards then came quietly to take over the unconscious Suangua. Black Wolf personally took charge, step by step
The army immediately set off, and the unconscious King Tarasco lowered his head and was carried out of the forest on his back.
A faint bright moon rises from the east, illuminating the piles of corpses in front of the woods. The copper axes of the corpses have been picked up, leaving only the damaged leather armor and deep blood stains on the ground. The wind blows faintly.
In the treetops, the night owl was chirping lowly. It opened its round eyes and sniffed for death on the ground. The prestigious Tarasco Guards were silently destroyed here and disappeared forever.
Forest!
As the night grew darker, hundreds of warriors held torches high and hurried toward the north with their prey, walking into the vast wilderness. Bertard looked around, and saw layers of shadows covering the earth, obscuring the traces of the day's fighting.
Thousands of torches swayed on the plain, like stars in the sky. In the dense starry sky, the shouts of the warriors were constantly intertwined.
The army had not gone far when a large number of warriors came towards them, greeting them from a distance.
"But the Holy Eagle Warrior Commander's troops?"
"Exactly! Which legion are you from?"
"I am a hereditary noble of Tenochtitlan, the lieutenant of Captain Iskali, and Cozart of the South Route Advance Corps! Your Highness, who is as good at fighting as a god, sent us here to clean the battlefield carefully, and to support you at the same time, bravely
The Holy Eagle Warrior Commander!"
During the conversation, the two sides approached each other. Bertard gave a slight signal, and the black wolf took the prey and hid in the center of the legion. Then, the warrior captain hurried to the front of the formation with a smile.
"Where is Marshal Iskali?"
Cozart, who responded, was dusty and strong, with the joy of victory on his face.
"This battle is a great victory! His great Highness has set up a command tent beside the battlefield in the north. The captain has already met with His Highness! The army has just rested, and the celebration dinner will begin soon!"
Bertard looked at the joy on Cozart's face and nodded secretly. Then he looked around and asked in a deep voice.
"The plain is full of torches. Why are there so many troops cleaning the battlefield?"
"Ha! The King of Tarasco captured by the Chinese army was just a cardinal, and the real eagle was missing. His Highness was furious and sent out all our new reinforcements to search the mountains and forests, and wanted to kill the king.
Find it out!...Hey, I don’t know which detachment can have the luck favored by the gods and capture the biggest loot in the Western Expedition!"
The noble Cozart chuckled, with an envious look on his face, and eager greed in his eyes. Then, he seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Bertard with a smile.
"Captain Holy Eagle Warrior, what was the result of your pursuit?"
Bertard's eyes flickered slightly. He nodded with a smile, pointed to the head on his waist, and said simply.
"Live up to His Highness's mission."
Cozart looked at the head's face, and the greed in his eyes flashed away. Then, he looked at the warrior commander with admiration.
"I have also heard that the hound Yuku is an unparalleled warrior! He has killed such an opponent, and he is truly worthy of being the Holy Eagle Warrior Commander appointed by His Highness! Some people in the South Route Army still have doubts about you, but in my opinion
, your title is truly well-deserved!”
Bertard smiled and nodded, thanking Cozart for the compliment. He waved for the army to move on, and then talked softly with Cozart beside him.
"It's not easy for the South Route advance troops to arrive in time!"
"Yes. We sat in the canoe for two weeks and then landed in the south. Everyone was tired and hungry, and food and supplies were very scarce. Fortunately, the Tarasco nobles in the south were vulnerable and there was no leader at all.
Character. The army looted for a while and gathered the food for the northward journey. Then they immediately obeyed His Highness’s call and came day and night!”
"His Highness often told us that Marshal Iskali is a true hero, a tiger who is willing to fight and never disappoints!"
"Haha! The leader also told us that His Highness is invincible and worthy of being a member of the royal family! In today's epic battle, His Highness defeated Tarasco's royal army from the front. The condor of Mexica flew from there.
Soaring into the sky, Tarasco's eagle broke its wings forever. From then on, in the hearts of the nobles and warriors of the Alliance, His Highness was like the real sun, rising slowly from the east!"
Hearing this description, Bertard smiled on his face, but was shuddered in his heart. He turned his head and looked at the middle-aged nobleman beside him. Cozart also looked at it with deep meaning, clenched his fist and stretched out his right hand.
arm.
"The most important martial arts in the alliance! On behalf of the hereditary nobles of Tenochtitlan and the head of the Rat Wolf family, I pay tribute to the great His Highness! Please convey the most noble greetings of the Rat Wolf family to His Highness for me. The High Priest Series
, has always been our most sincere friend!”
In the Nahua language, "Cozart" means weasel. This inherited name symbolizes an ancient family that coexists with the alliance. These families may not be powerful, but they are deeply rooted in the lake capital and will never show off easily.
position. And now, they finally bowed to His Highness.
Bertard looked at it for a moment, and a perfect smile gradually appeared on his face. He nodded deeply, clenched his fist and firmly held the other person's arm.
"The new sun cannot be separated from the magnificent capital city in the lake. The Rat Wolf family has its roots in the capital city..."
"That's natural..."
The two of them were walking and talking in a low voice. They were having a good time. The laughter floated far away until they reached the center of the military formation. The black wolf raised his head and looked at the direction of the warrior commander in confusion. He was just a pure warrior and had just stepped into the command.
He was in a queue and knew little about politics. After listening for a moment, the black wolf scratched his head in boredom, looked at the captured "white deer" beside him, and grinned happily.
The night fell, and clouds drifted in from the distance, making the earth darker. A large fire appeared on the field, and high-pitched voices floated from a distance. The black wolf followed the sound and saw that the patrol team began to become denser.
The vast camp appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
In the camp at this time, tens of thousands of warriors were singing and making a lot of noise! From time to time, some people danced celebratory war dances and shouted the names of gods and His Highness. Their voices were full of joy after a great victory. The warm night
The wind blew, and the bonfires swayed in the wind. The corn tortillas coated with chili were roasting on the fire, and the air was filled with an attractive fragrance.
The army returned to camp, the warriors dispersed one by one, and the generals continued to move forward, and soon arrived at the commander's tent. In Cozart's surprised eyes, the black wolf, carrying the sacred "white deer", was the first to open the tent.
Tent door, strode in.
The breeze blew in from the door, blowing the bright bonfire. The noise in the big tent immediately stopped, and everyone's eyes followed. The majestic His Highness sat on the main seat in the middle, his demeanor became more and more solemn, and his expression was full of authority.
Lu. Behind His Highness is a row of armored personal guards, flanked by fierce generals. And on the deputy seat next to the main seat, sits a middle-aged man with high cheekbones and a serious expression.
warrior.
The black wolf Toltec held his head high and looked around the generals heroically, then glanced at the dejected monkey Kuruka. Then he took two steps forward, placed the unconscious Su'angua in the middle of the tent, and ignored
Under the eyes of the generals who were either scrutinizing or speculating, he shouted confidently and high-spirited.
"I, the Black Wolf Toltec, offer to His Majesty the Most Sacred Prey - the King of Tarasco, Kason Chisuangua!"
"Congratulations to your highness on your great victory! I am your highness's black wolf. I will hunt the white deer of Tarasco for you, and I will also conquer the world for you!!"
