Aztec Eternals

The long wind blows, the battle flag is high, and the fresh hummingbirds fly on the flag. It symbolizes the reinforcements of the royal capital and dances around in the air. The blood in the distance floated in the air, and the sound of the wind was filled with fierce shouts. The sky is vast, the earth is tumbling, and the battle is in full swing, killing people in the wild!

The old samurai stood under the battle flag, looking out to the south of the fierce battle.

At the end of the sky are black spots that are fiercely fighting, and yellowish smoke is constantly rising from the interweaving army formation. At this moment, tens of thousands of samurai fought desperately, and tiny figures appeared and disappeared in the smoke and dust. They seem to be hidden in an illusory world, which is the mouth of the smoke-breathing demon, leading to the kingdom of the dead in the underground abyss!

The old warrior continued his search. Soon, the inherited eagle flag came into his sight. From his perspective, Wang Qi stands between heaven and earth, like a sacred cocoa tree, which has inherited two hundred years of glory. It stubbornly stands still, letting the ants at the bottom of the tree fight, so that there is still hope for everything!

Seeing this scene, the old warrior sighed and remained silent. The warm breeze blew through his brand new leather armor, and there was a hurried cry; the west-slanting sun shone on his gleaming bronze helmet, drawing long shadows. The years have carved traces of sorrow on his face, leaving him only a pair of bright eyes.

"Xuuuuuu!" The mournful arrow rain struck again from the south. Seeing the shaking figure not far away, the old warrior shivered violently. He quickly raised his shield, squatted down agilely, and the successive shocks came "bang, bang". The surrounding recruits shot arrows one after another, let out a miserable howl, and struggled on the ground in vain. An area was immediately vacated under the fluttering flag, leaving only dozens of veterans who were standing in shields.

"Roar, roar!" The Turks militiamen of the former army roared furiously. They could no longer contain the anger in their hearts and were unwilling to bear the attack in vain. These mountain warriors strode out, charging towards the scattered enemy squads ahead. The nimble longbow hunters retreated again, and hundreds of elite scout warriors came in formation to meet them. The samurai wielded their sticks and easily took the life of their opponents.

The drums of war sounded, and hundreds of samurai with the family crest of the hummingbird attacked with shields. The Mexica scouts stepped back immediately, maintaining a close distance in the sporadic engagement. The longbow hunters quickly moved to the sides, hurriedly sending cold arrows to harass them. The warriors of the royal capital kept falling down with arrows. Among the former army, more than 200 Tarrasco longbowmen also fought back at the same time. They shot at the approaching enemy, trying to push the Mexica archers back. Thousands of soldiers on both sides were scattered and entangled with each other, advancing and retreating, moving to the south in a stop-and-go.

The old militiaman Chiwaco stuck his head out of the shield. He looked around carefully and saw that the shaking dangerous figures had been pushed away, so he stood up carefully. Dozens of veterans holding shields surrounded the battle flag and continued to advance south.

The army marched forward, leaving the battlefield just now behind. Chiwako glanced at the wounded soldier who was dying and shouting on the ground, and shook his head helplessly. Then, he touched the sturdy bronze helmet on his head, rubbed the sturdy leather armor on his body, and sighed in relief.

Three days ago, the chief minister of the capital formed an army to support the king, and the samurai squad where the old militia belonged was also called up. Strict military orders were issued, and he could only take up arms and take his brothers who lived and died together, and once again walked out of the majestic capital to join such a dangerous reinforcement. Fortunately, before leaving, the chief lord gave a rare generosity and distributed new samurai equipment to every reinforcement. The craftsmen of the capital worked day and night, and the capital had no shortage of weapons and armor, but only warriors who could fight.

"Boom, boom!" The distant sound of cannons sounded like the roar of Thor. Hearing this familiar explosion sound, the old militiaman shivered again. He heard the sound and looked, a few miles to the southeast, the king's flag gradually became clear. The huge Mexica Legion is like a dense black cloud, and the elite Tarasco Royal Army is a shallow crescent. The dark clouds covered the moon, Wang Jun was being suppressed, and he was at a clear disadvantage.

"Beep, beep!" A rapid flute sounded. The commander of the Hummingbird family personally led the front army and was on the front line of the war. He waved the battle flag vigorously, and the warriors of the central army immediately followed and joined the queue ready to attack.

Chiwaco blinked and continued to hold up his shield, guarding the waving flag. Beside him, a dozen or so warriors holding shields hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward. Chiwako's eyes were quick, and he stretched out his hand "whoosh" to grab a young warrior. He suppressed the anger in his heart and scolded cautiously in a low voice.

"Stupid wood, what are you doing! The gentlemen are using the firewood in the front, and the fire is crackling and bright. We'll just watch from the back... What are you going to join in the fun?!"

The young samurai also wore new armor and wielded sharp spears. With a crooked hood tied over his helmet, it was a former militiaman, Wezti. Wearing a headscarf is a habit of his decades of rural life. Although he has now begun to call himself a samurai, it will not change for a while.

"Uncle, I am also a noble warrior master now!"

Weitz raised his head and raised his chest, revealing a stubborn face.

"The king's banner is in front! It is the descendant of the gods, the last hope of the Prepecha people! I am already a samurai master. As long as I break through the Mexican line of defense and rescue the king, I can be promoted to a great noble. And once you become a great noble, everyone will no longer have to suffer! Maybe, I can still find my mother-in-law and children..."

"Fuck! What kind of master are you? You've been a suffering peasant for half your life!"

Chiwako was furious, stretched out his hand suddenly, and slapped Weizti with a slap. Then, the old militia quickly pulled the stunned Vizti beside him, raised his shield by his arms, and pretended to be guarding the flag.

"Stupid, stupid! Stupid wood, why are you so stupid?! The gentlemen made empty promises, and you fooled yourself into it? You don't look carefully, what time is it now? Nobles, the nobles of the kingdom have nothing to do!"

"Xuuuuuu!" The sound of arrows breaking through the air struck again. Chiwako didn't care to look up, he hurriedly raised his shield, and bowed his waist to block Weiz ahead. The expected impact did not come. The old militiaman looked around carefully, but this time he shot at the front army.

Bone arrows pierced the samurai's leather armor with the whistling of the **** of death. Several warriors died on the spot, and more than a dozen warriors were seriously injured by cold arrows, rolling and struggling on the ground. As if confirming the words of the old militia just now, a samurai wailed loudly, calling out his status as a military noble. The commander-in-chief of the former army stepped forward and glanced at the wound, then waved his hand coldly. The military situation was urgent, and the two samurai directly grabbed the military nobles and sent them to the rear of the legion. The great nobles with private armies watched with cold eyes and did not speak.

Wizti watched the wounded little nobleman be transported away from him, but he was just wrapped in hastily, and then he was put straight into the cold grass. The rushing legion did not leave any guards behind, but left the opponent to fend for itself. The tall grass is like a green tomb, gradually swallowing up the distant calls for help. Here and now, once injured, the ending is doomed! Thinking of this, a chill suddenly rose in Wizti's heart, and his face became dull.

Chiwaco sighed. He looked at Wizti's dull expression, and his tone softened.

"Woo, your mother-in-law has been conscripted. What happens to a woman who is conscripted in the countryside? You can see it clearly these days. And in this cannibalistic world, what can your six- or seven-year-old baby be? The end? They're already dead! Now, you're just me and Reed."

Speaking of which, the old militiaman pulled the stupid wood beside him. The two leaned against each other's shoulders, each holding a shield to cover the other's side. The old militiaman spoke in a low voice in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Woo, your mother-in-law and son are dead, and so are my mother-in-law and son. You must understand who they died at the hands of! The Mexicans did not capture your dick, nor did they destroy our village. They died like a pod of beans, one on the head of the Mexica, one on the head of the warrior warrior, and the other two on the **** chief, and the **** king!"

Chiwako's face flashed a ruthless look. The series of battles and big changes finally beat him out of the cold light. He took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and groped in his arms, trying to smell the herbal bag that his mother-in-law sewed for him, but he couldn't find it.

The old militiaman was stunned for a while, and then he suddenly remembered that he had left the small cloth bag to Reed. It was the only relic left by her mother, which made Little Reed feel safe. And he himself no longer needs herbs to keep calm in the war.

Chiwaco sighed again.

"Stupid wood, follow me. We have to live. Don't try to save the king, save yourself first!"

Wezti nodded, lowered his head again, and stopped talking like a frosted pumpkin. The two remained silent, guarding the flag of the hummingbird and following the legion to the south. The closer you got to the fighting front, the closer you got to the king's flag, the more fierce the Mexica's attack and the more brutal the confrontation between the two armies.

"Xuuuuuu!" The arrow rain didn't stop. The Mexica militias began to ignore casualties, approached the army formation, and fought desperately with the archers of the former army. Hundreds of warriors of the enemy army no longer retreated, and under the command of a young general, they fought to the death with the assaulting warriors of Tarrasco. That general is so brave! Chihuaco looked at the other party like chopping melons and vegetables, beheading the warriors one after another, and couldn't help shivering again.

"DiDi!" The sharp conch horn sounded, and the attacking samurai was defeated again. The Mexica warriors did not chase, but gasped in situ, accumulating precious physical strength. The warrior captain Puapu retreated all the way to the middle army, and only wiped the thick blood on his face and the fine beads of sweat on his neck with his battle clothes. He looked back at the Mexica warriors who had formed the formation, and looked at the young enemy commander in fear, and said "Bah" in his mouth.

"Damn, what a bunch of ruthless characters! The sun **** took a nap, and the eagle was covered in dark clouds. I can see the king with my eyes, but the legion can't beat it!"

Captain Puap made another stern "Bah" before walking towards the battle flag of the Central Army and shouting at his subordinates.

"A bunch of blind moles! Where do you need so many people to guard the flag? New recruits who haven't gone through battle are useless, and unruly barbarians are running around again. It's up to you veterans. Wait for the next charge, you all follow me. Go! The chief said: save the king, the warriors will be promoted to nobles, and my lord, I will be promoted to hereditary!"

The old militiaman nodded and bowed, and a flower appeared on his old face. He trotted forward two steps, took out his handkerchief, and respectfully wiped off the blood and sweat for Puapu, and said in a low voice.

"Master, take a step to speak."

Puapu was stunned for a moment, then glanced suspiciously at the old militiaman, and followed the other party to the battle flag. Surrounded by several brothers of the old militia, they all held up their shields and guns, and guarded them tightly.

"Old man Qi, what's the matter with you? It's so mysterious, so cool!"

The old militiaman bowed his head respectfully and said in a deep voice.

"Master, we have 3,000 people, and even if half of them are new recruits and barbarians, there are 1,500 elite warriors! There are only a few hundred cores on the opposite side. Everyone really wants to fight to the death, how can they stop them? In this way, the warriors of our Hummingbird family have all shed their blood. This problem is not with us! Look at the noble masters of the middle army, and then look at the temple masters of the rear army, which one has died?"

Puap was stunned. The warriors who came out to support were divided into three groups, the chief hummingbird warrior, the noble private army in the city, and the priest's temple guard, each accounting for roughly one third. He looked around the entire army and observed carefully. The hummingbird warriors charged at the forefront, the noble private army wandered in the middle, and the temple legion followed at the back. In every battle, the Hummingbird Warrior was the first to die. And as long as there is a slight setback, the private army of the nobles will bombard and then withdraw, and the temple legion will stop together.

"Damn it! These cowardly squirrels! I'm going to file a complaint against the former commander-in-chief! The king is ahead, and the shameless nobles and incompetent priests are still preserving their power!"

Puap was furious and was about to return to the former army immediately. The old militiaman pulled Puap's arm hard and persuaded deeply again.

"Master, those are great nobles and high-ranking priests! The ex-military master is so smart, he must have seen the true face of these rotten cokes long ago, but there is no way! Now that the situation is like this, dozens of us go up, and we don't need to add three more. What's the use of melon and two dates? But it will give dozens of people's heads in vain!"

Hearing the old militiaman's words, Puap's expression changed. If he really goes out to talk, it will either be useless and waste his words; or he will be used by the former army commander to force the great nobles and high priests to fight to the death. And no matter the outcome of this battle, he offended these great nobles and high-level priests~www.readwn.com~ As an ordinary new noble, what could he do?

Seeing Puap's uncertain look, Chiwako weighed it and continued to add the last fire.

"Master, you usually trust me so much, and I will tell you the words from your heart. In this world, you have warriors in your hands, so that you can become a noble. When the warriors are all damaged, you will be a warrior again, sir!"

"My lord, let me say another word at the risk of death. Now even the great nobles of the kingdom have different ambitions, the old tree is forked, and the pear wall is blooming. With your talent, even under the Mexicans, that is the same. We can live! Maybe we can live better. Right now, this fight is just the king's war, not ours!"

Hearing this, Puap's face was gloomy, and the words of the old militiaman shot into his heart like a sharp arrow. The samurai captain stood there, staring at the eagle flag not far away, and the king's army fighting under the flag. After a long while, he nodded slowly until the thunder of the Mexicans exploded again.

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