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The golden sun gradually slanted westward, casting a brilliant light and falling on the banner of the "Black Wolf" in the east. The flag of the Legion of Mexica shone brightly, like a smile blessed by the sun god. The sloping sun shines on the western hills, pulling cascading shadows and shrouding the "feather" handsome flag. Huge shadows continued to spread, covering the battlefield that called for fighting, drowning the **** slaughter, like the outstretched palm of the **** of death.

The fierce battle has lasted for two or three quarters of an hour, and the light and shadow are constantly intertwined, just like the development of the battle situation and the change of people's hearts.

With the banner on his back, Shulot stood in the dazzling light, staring at the enemy marshal in the shadows.

The flag of "feather" stands tall and seems to be still as stable as a mountain. Near the Shuaiqi, there are always smaller and larger messengers sending orders back and forth. Chapala's archers were organized again, pouring a continuous rain of arrows down the hill, causing casualties.

Shirot frowned slightly. The enemy archers resumed action and rushed forward desperately, firing at the artillery. The range of the wooden cannons is very limited, and there are only two in number. At this time, they have to retreat and reload slowly.

The young commander pondered for a moment, then waved the flag. The 3,000-shot pro-army advanced rapidly until within fifty paces. Then, the high-pitched flute sounded, and the longbow warrior hurriedly drew the bow, emitting the final curtain of arrows. The sharp arrows rose into the sky with a bang, and then fell with a sound, nailing the enemy archers to the mound.

Below the archer is the slaughtering and anxious central army. The enemy of the central army was divided into two formations, with a total of 5,000 warriors. Under the powerful assault of the Holy City Legion, these elites of the enemy army quickly lost more than 500 yuan, and their morale was obviously low, but now they are gradually recovering from the chaos. They were well-positioned and well-equipped, and once they were firmly established, the knights were firmly blocked, and casualties began to increase.

Shulot held the command flag in his hands, looking at the two wings in high spirits.

The left-wing "monkeys" have met a formidable rival. The sky-blue Chapala warriors were swift and orderly, mobilizing flexibly, and the two sides fell into a stalemate of constant advance and retreat. Ezpan on the right flank had the upper hand, and the silver-white enemy had fewer numbers and rigid tactics. They just formed a dense shield formation, holding the spears in their hands, struggling to resist the attack of the spear army. From time to time someone gave a dying scream and was stabbed to death by staggered spears.

The young commander thought for a moment before hesitating. He waved the command flag vigorously, pointed at the enemy on the right flank, and threw the reserve team in his hand!

The drums were loud, shaking the hearts of the warriors. Two thousand Divine Blessing Corps and one thousand Temple Guards burst into a loud cry at the same time.

"Blessed by the Lord God, fight for God!"

Afterwards, Natalie, the head of the God Blessing, held the stick and shield, wearing the traditional battle clothes of the Otomi people, and charged forward! He devoutly shouted the name of "Vizilopochtli", and led the equally fanatical Divine Blessing Legion, bypassing an arc that swerved to the right, and plunged fiercely into the flank of the silver-white enemy. The warriors of God's blessing swung their battle sticks, without pausing under the enemy's bronze spears, with the spirit of decisive death, they burst into the battle in a moment.

The "Silver" samurai faced enemies on both sides and fell into an absolute disadvantage. What's more dangerous is that the Thousand Temple Guards, led by the old and hot Etaliq, are circling to the rear, and are about to launch a deadly rear attack!

In the shadow of the hill, "Feather" Peng Gua was gloomy inside, watching the battle situation on the flanks. The Mexicans threw their ferocious reserves into the weakest flank. These legions in Otomi costumes are extremely fierce, and they are willing to sacrifice their lives, almost destroying the "Silver" warriors.

"The 'Silver' phalanx is already on the verge of collapse. When the enemies behind us arrive, they will never be able to hold it!"

Marshal "Feather" is after all a general who has participated in the war for many years. Although he is afraid of the power of myth, he is often in a trance when he encounters danger, but his prediction of the battle situation is very accurate.

Peng Guali's eyes flickered, first he looked at the main bodyguard of the Chinese army, and half of the reserve warriors in his hands. Then, his eyes turned cold, and he looked at the entangled "Sky" Legion, and then looked at the collapsed perimeter and outflanked enemies. He just thought for a moment, then suddenly made a decision! He quickly dispatched his personal guards and summoned the loyal samurai chief.

But after more than a dozen breaths, the "Silver" noble Taikata left the archer in command and rushed over. His body was stained with blood, and several deep feathered arrows were inserted into the shield, showing a bit of the tragic front line. At this moment, his expression was extremely anxious, and his daily smile was no longer there.

"His Royal Highness! The 'Silver' samurai can't support anymore, so send reinforcements quickly!"

Taikata stepped forward eagerly and held Prince Feather's arm.

"The enemy on the flank has thrown into the new army! Your Highness, please send out the reserve team in your hands!"

Peng Guali nodded. He waved the flag, and the drums of war sounded. Thousands of militiamen gathered in the rear bowed their heads and held crude weapons. They were driven forward by the warriors who were supervising the battle to meet the temple guards who were behind them.

"Patriarch 'Baiyin', please quickly return to the front line and command the archers in front of the line! I will support the two wings!"

Taikata turned his head to look for a moment, his face becoming more and more anxious. The militia who supported them had just disintegrated not long ago. At this time, morale was extremely low, and they were barely resisting the fanatical temple warriors, which had no effect on the overall situation. The samurai of the "Sky" family are about to collapse!

The "Silver" nobles tightly held the arm of Prince "Feather". He got down on one knee, looked earnestly, and pleaded loudly.

"His Royal Highness, the 'Sky' samurai is about to die! Please send your reserve samurai to the flank at stake! The 'Sky' family will remember your kindness for helping!"

Peng Guali lowered her eyes, avoiding her gaze. Then, he saw the samurai captain, whose battle clothes were damaged and covered in blood, hurried back from the front line.

"The front line is critical, and let me ask!"

Prince "Feather" broke free from Taikata's arm and strode forward to greet him. Wherever the "Silver" Patriarch is willing to follow, he also eagerly follows behind.

Peng Guali quickly took a few steps to widen the distance from Taikata. Then, he suddenly turned around and pointed to the other side.

"Left and right guards, take him down!"

The marshal's guards looked at each other in dismay, but heard a sharp shout again.

"Take it!"

Several loyal guards no longer hesitated, and they all stepped forward and held the unbelievable Taikata on the spot.

"Peng Guali! You, you?!"

"Tie your arms, gag your mouth, and cover with a shield!"

Continuous orders came, but with just a few breaths, the unsuspecting "Sky" Patriarch was firmly restrained.

"Ah! Your Highness, this, this...!"

The warrior chief stood beside the marshal, the blood dripping from his body, and he couldn't tell whether it was his or the enemy's.

"This battle is invincible! I want to preserve the power of the 'Feather' family and retreat with the elite main force! I want to keep the last vitality for the Lake District!"

With a dignified expression, Peng Guali spoke his plan calmly to the most loyal generational guards.

"My most loyal samurai captain! I give you the 'feather' battle flag and more than a thousand warriors who fought! Four thousand archers and thousands of militiamen are handed over to you. It's all over to you!"

The chief warrior was speechless. He stared at the open-faced head of the house and slowly knelt down on one knee.

"Don't betray my trust! Don't betray the glory of the family!"

The "feather" patriarch pressed the shoulders of the samurai chief and said sincerely.

"Your favorite eldest son will take over your position! I will never forget your sacrifice!"

Hearing this, the samurai chief bowed his head deeply, tears flashing in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Your Highness, I will die for my family! Please be kind to my family."

Peng Guali showed a perfect smile and nodded heavily.

"Your wife is my family!"

Then, he turned to leave.

The surrounding guards were silent, watching this scene that violated honor, but was in line with family tradition. A valet approached cautiously and asked in a low voice.

"His Royal Highness, do you want to inform the flanking 'Sky' noble Oanda? What should the 'Silver' noble Taikata do?"

Peng Guali thought quickly, deduced the situation after the retreat, and then spoke quickly.

"You don't have to inform Oanda! Take Taikata, and when he returns to the Lake District, he will still be useful!"

Speaking of which, Prince Feather's eyes were cold. He looked deeply at the "Sky" Patriarch on the front line, and at the sky-blue warriors who were fighting, and a rich shadow spread in his heart.

"After this battle, Tarasco is beyond salvation, and his demise is imminent. The throne is not worth it! The three major families are here, as long as the main force of the family is preserved and returned to the Lake District in time, no one can compete. Chapa The land of pull is enough to be king!"

Thoughts flashed, Peng Guali clarified everything, and no longer hesitated in his heart. He quickly sent the militias to the front and replaced the main warriors of the central army. Then, he dropped the flag of the marshal, led three thousand warriors of the "feather" family, resolutely abandoned everything in the Chapala army, and quickly went to the western river more than ten kilometers away.

"As long as you escape to the river and board the food fleet, you will be able to escape!"

Surrounded by his personal guards, Prince "Feather" ran down the hill, leaving the cascading shadows and facing the bright sun. Moments before leaving, he finally glanced at the hill, the brand-new prince's banner, and the feathers of the Quetzal bird flying gorgeously. This was the hope and glory of the past! Under the banner, the three armies were still fighting, the sound of fighting resounded throughout the world, and after a while, there were two thunders!

Peng Guali looked back deeply and took this scene into his heart. He was silent, but his feet did not stop. Beside him was a large army running with their heads bowed. The "feather" warriors left all their luggage and belongings, only kept the weapons in their hands, and silently followed the commander. They retreated quickly, maintaining basic order and obeying the marching orders. Behind them, there is no chasing enemy yet. When the thunder sounded again, the "Feather" Legion had disappeared at the end of the hill.

Under the banner of the black wolf, Shulot was stunned, looking at the enemy's army who turned and fled. "Feather"'s legion moves so quickly! They are not sloppy, there is no unnecessary noise. As soon as the legion gathered, it quickly entered the marching state, and after a while, it accelerated to the maximum.

The young commander quickly waved the command flag, sounded the horn, and ordered the outer city-state warriors to pursue him. These noble private soldiers scattered with red eyes. They chased and killed the fleeing militiamen, snatched property scattered on the ground, and even attacked the enemy formations on both flanks. Only a few warriors were able to stay awake and receive new orders.

In the rapid sound of the horn, Isère turned his head and looked at the flag of the marshal. After a while, he showed joy, and led hundreds of family warriors to chase the retreating enemy's central army.

The old samurai commander approached and took the young samurai's arm.

"Izel, the enemy's main force has thousands of people! The fleeing jaguar is not something that coyotes can hunt!"

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"Respected samurai chief, I know this truth! Don't worry, I won't get too close, just capture some scattered skirmishers and pick up the enemy's flag! All armies are fighting in chaos, only we pursue, the Supreme Highness will naturally be able to Look in your heart!"

Having said this, Iser looked eager and looked at the handsome flag of "Black Wolf". Then, he turned sideways again and looked at the "feathered" enemy commander flag on the nearby hill.

"It's a pity! This handsome flag is so close, but I can't go and grab it!"

"Izel, don't think too much, every family warrior is very precious, and we can't afford to lose it. More importantly, this flag of commander already has an owner! It must belong to the direct line of the marshal of the Chinese army, the holy city. Legion!"

Hearing this, Izel nodded knowingly. He didn't say any more, just chasing the evacuated enemy, like a hyena chasing a cheetah, making a loud and brave roar!

Long winds blew away the smoke from the battlefield, and the sun shone on the shadows of the hills. The large-scale mobilization could not be hidden for too long, and soon, the warriors on both flanks discovered the retreat of the Chinese army.

Peng Guali took all the supervisor teams. The thousands of militiamen who came up to support only fought for a moment, and under the impact of the Temple Guards, they uttered messy shouts and completely dispersed. Afterwards, the battle situation changed rapidly, and Chapala's dialect drifted in the wind, delivering shocking news!

"The marshal is defeated!"

Under the banner of "Feather", the figure of the samurai was sparse. The majestic and gorgeous prince disappeared.

"The marshal's guards have retreated!"

"The Silver Legion has collapsed!"

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