Aztec Eternals

The sun shines with warmth and brings life to the earth. Spring ploughing is approaching, and the wildfires are burning in the mountains and forests, rising thick layers of smoke. The smoke drifted far and wide in the sky, like a passage to the kingdom of God, indicating the destined destination of the warriors.

Hundreds of warriors, scouts, and messengers, dressed in different-colored battle suits, walked through the smoke-strewn southern hinterland. They take on 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 the north to the south were looking for each other in the fog of war, approaching each other, and preparing for a happy fight.

The intelligence of the Quartet has gathered, and King Suangua has the advantage of the home court and is the first to see everything on the battlefield.

The Mexica Corps on the North Road, centered on the city of Ivacio, had a scale of 10,000 to 20,000, half of which were warriors in armor and armed with clubs, and the other half were militiamen armed with spears. The Mexica advance army on the southern route began to march north after plundering Apatchin Gambang, and there were about 5,000 elite warriors. The two legions seem to have established a connection and are moving towards each other. They are only more than 200 miles apart, and in just a week, they can gather into an army that is difficult to break.

Su Angua has ten thousand elites, of which seven thousand are loyal warriors directly under his command, and three thousand are reliable spear militiamen. The two enemy armies were only more than a hundred miles away from here. Once they moved, the traces of Wang's army could no longer be hidden, and the enemy would soon pursue them.

"There is not much time left. Defeating the enemy in the south will not help the overall situation. The only way is to defeat the main Mexican force on the northern route before the enemy gathers! I believe in the loyal and brave Praetorian Guard! For the enemy on the north road, the army will be able to return to the capital, support the royal family and the Hummingbird family, and restore the power of the kingdom. At that time, the road back to the Colima Mountains will also be restored, and there is still hope for everything!"

After thinking for a moment, Su Angua lowered his head, stood in front of the inherited eagle flag, and prayed silently to the sacred flag.

"The sacred wind surrounds the eagle's descendants, and the light of the three gods bestows the legions of the gods. The ancestors are blessed, and the outcome is here!"

Afterwards, the young king called his cronies and asked in a deep voice.

"Has the messenger sent to the capital arrived?"

"Your Highness, the accompanying scouts have been confirmed, and the messenger has entered the capital. The reply from Chief Hummingbird is definitely on the way."

"Okay! Send a scout team, detour to the east, harass the enemy on the north road, and create the illusion that the king's army is haunting. The rest of the warriors have a full meal and are ready to go out!"

A long long wind swept through, and the eagle flag of hunting was blowing. The golden sun turned blood red and set in the western sky. When the night fell, a messenger finally rushed from the northern capital, bringing the expected reply. The young king no longer hesitated. In the early morning of the second day, the 10,000 Tarasco king army rushed out of the hidden mountain forest manor. They recharged their energy for a long time, and their morale was high, and they rushed towards the city of Ivacio, more than a hundred miles to the north.

The faint sunlight flickered on the tips of the long grass, the pure morning dew. Seeing the traces of the enemy, the black wolf Toltek suddenly stood up from the lurking grass. He raised his longbow and shot three arrows in a row, shooting down three Tarrasco scouts who were hurriedly marching. The hunter team behind them fired arrows in succession, killing all the remaining seven enemies, and the dewdrops were dipped in dazzling red.

Toltec nodded and climbed up the mound triumphantly. He looked towards the southern sky, and then his eyes widened in shock.

"The Lord God is above, this... This is the most elite royal army of the Tarasco people!"

In the wilds of the south, tens of thousands of Tarrasco warriors lined up in tight marches, silently marching. They formed a battalion of 800 people, neatly arranged in twelve marching columns, walking forward without stopping. Below the battalion were four samurai brigades of two hundred men, each led by a samurai captain. The captain at the head wears an eagle helmet with wings spread out, with two blue feathers on it, and behind him is a bright little flag.

In front of the two sides of the legion, there are hundreds of elite scouts scattered, each holding a long bow and wearing the yellow battle uniform of the royal family. In the very center of the legion, the royal guards wore bronze helmets, held bronze axes, and carried long bows behind their backs, crowding around a large flag. The flag is four or five meters high, and the nearly two-meter flag is rolling in the wind, and an eagle is about to fly, facing the north!

"The Eagle Flag of Tarrasco's Royal Family! This is King Tarrasco! Suangwa is there!"

Toltec shouted in surprise. He watched carefully, searching for the warriors under the king's flag. Finally, his eyes were fixed on a striking young king. The man was wearing a gilt battle suit inlaid with gems, holding a golden bronze scepter, and under the rising sun, it released a thousand rays of light, making it impossible to look directly.

"It hurts my eyes, and I can't see what it looks like!"

The glare of the golden light flickered, Toltec turned his head away, and could only watch from the corner of his eyes. I saw that the young king was looking up, then raised the divine staff in his hand and pointed in his direction!

Hundreds of scattered scouts paused for a moment. Then, like wasps who received orders, they suddenly rushed towards the Mexica reconnaissance team ahead. These elite warriors rushed within a hundred paces, took down their long bows together, and hummed like a swarm of bees.

"Shhhhhh!"

"The wind is tight, scream!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the black wolf Toltek ran away, shouting the scout code taught by His Highness. Hundreds of long arrows fell on the mound like electricity, and more than a dozen militia hunters died on the spot. The remaining dozens of hunters immediately turned around and fled to the north.

Tarrasco's scout warriors are in hot pursuit. They were ready to wipe out the enemy and try to keep Wang Jun's traces secret as much as possible. The elites of these royal families are physically strong and experienced, maintaining a uniform trot effortlessly, chasing them all the way for twenty miles. As long as the militia hunters are exhausted and stop for a while, they will immediately be overwhelmed by the "swarms" and make their final screams.

Toltec ran all the way, and behind him was a rain of arrows "whoosh". It was not until more and more Mexica scout teams were attracted to fight with the kingdom's scout warriors that the black wolf who went out to investigate escaped. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his battle uniform and cursed in a low voice.

"Blessed by the Lord! The black wolf was chasing the tail of the elk in the forest, but turned into a leopard when he turned to pounce! The king's army in Tarasco is indeed very tough! The time is as fast as the wind. No, I have to return to Ivacchio quickly and report the military situation to His Royal Highness. The victory or defeat is in this game, so we need to be prepared and fight with all our strength!"

Toltec, a good runner, rested for a while and continued to run north. He ran all the way across fields of burning grass, across shallow spring streams, over slightly undulating mounds, and finally came to the outskirts of Ivacchio, where the smoke was extinguished. The night was dark, and the continuous tents were swaying with bonfires like starlight, like the mighty Milky Way falling on the ground.

As a general of His Royal Highness's cronies, Toltec was unimpeded all the way. Under Bertard's guidance, he once again came to His Highness's tent, knelt down on one knee, and reported the urgent military situation.

Shulot sat cross-legged in front of the bonfire, and the bright fire reflected his resolute face. The young commander wore a black battle uniform and held a refined longbow, and had been preparing for the battle for a long time. Hearing Wang Jun's information, he stood up and laughed proudly.

"Competing in the world, the white deer finally appeared! The victory or defeat is in one fell swoop. The general trend of the world is about to be scheduled for this battle!"

Then ~www.readwn.com~ Shulot put away his smile and ordered in awe.

"Gather all the warriors in the city, and the whole army will go south tomorrow to meet the King Tarrasco army! Gather the commanders of all the divisions, mobilize the officers of each battalion, and prepare for the decisive battle! Finally, gather the priests accompanying the army. I will personally hold the pre-war sacrifices and pray to the **** of war. victory!"

In the early morning of the second day, a grand ceremony was held quickly. In the witness of the Lord God, the priests sang and danced by the holy fire. They used shiny obsidian and hard shells to fortune together, and from the cracks in the obsidian and shells, they came to the prediction of victory in this battle!

Afterwards, Shulot recited aloud on the altar, telling every warrior of the victory prophesied by the gods. Then, he announced to the warriors aloud: If the battle is won, he will be rewarded and awarded according to military merit. Promote the warrior militia to the warrior, promote the outstanding warrior to the senior, and then promote a hundred senior warriors to become the military nobles of the alliance, and seal the fertile land of the Lake District of Tarrasco!

Under His Highness's generous promise, tens of thousands of samurai and militiamen cheered wildly, shaking the world of Lake Patzcuaro. Afterwards, the northern army of Mexica assembled, left the city of Ivacio, which had no walls, and attacked the army of Tarrasco, which suddenly appeared in the south.

The army was approaching, the scouts on the periphery kept fighting each other, and the movements of the two sides were completely revealed to the opponent. Two days later, on the southern plains of the Patzcuaro Lake District, the two elite legions finally faced each other and appeared in each other's sight. The smoke and dust of the march rose into the sky, and was blown away by the long wind, and the chilling warriors showed their traces.

Shulot was wearing a gorgeous battle uniform and a slender feather crest, with the banner of the coach behind him. He strode up the hill and looked at the King Tarrasco flag on the southern plains. The legion is mighty, the warriors face each other, and the flags fly. 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!