Aztec Eternals

Chapter 55: under the army

The sun shines on the vast plains of the plateau. Under the sky, two huge legions approached each other. The samurai wore the same flags, wore the same armor, spoke the same language, and had faces that were familiar to each other. One side is welcoming the friendly army with excitement, while the other side is silently waiting for the opponent.

The king waved his banner under the guard of honor and signaled to the opposite side to speed up. The middle-aged commander on the opposite side, Ketoko, was not in a hurry, and even started to slow down. His suspicions were increasing. Shulot was a little confused. He looked at the central army further behind, but found that two thousand samurai were already moving slowly. Obviously, the real object of the flag waving was them.

Only two or three hundred meters away from the banner, the middle-aged commander looked at the banner of the king again for a while, and seemed to have finally determined something was wrong. He suddenly stopped and shouted a few words to the side eagerly, and then the flag bearer beside him quickly waved the flag asking for support, the musician blew a sharp warning snail, and the guards surrounded the commander and began to retreat.

Avit no longer waited, he waved immediately. The flag was waved, the drums of war were sounded, and one thousand jaguars and three thousand warriors rushed towards Kotoko, not far away, and the remaining ten thousand warriors were divided into two groups, separating the front and rear troops from opposite sides. The 2,000 Avit family warriors in the central army also quickly separated from left to right. Half separated the remaining 2,000 central troops, and the other half attacked the middle-aged commander from behind.

Poised like a flat lake, launched like a thunder. In just a moment, Ketoko was surrounded by five thousand samurai. Shrout and Acap commanded the priests and warriors to shout loudly: "King Tisok has been attacked and has been killed by the Otomi people! The noble king brother has succeeded to the throne and become the new Tratoani! "

"The king is dead, the king's younger brother succeeds!" A terrifying shout resounded through the field, and Avet held up the divine scepter representing the king's power and carried the huge commander-in-chief's flag, shining in the golden light of the setting sun. The dazzling light caught the eyes of the soldiers, and the warriors of the three armies on the opposite side hesitated for a while. They watched the expressions of their comrades from side to side, quietly lowered the weapons in their hands, and stopped the pace of charging support, not knowing what to do.

Only the besieged Ketoko was still shouting loudly, while commanding hundreds of guards to respond to the enemy, while ordering support from the Chinese army not far away. The warriors of the middle army hesitated for a moment, then under the order of the middle-aged commander, they prepared to fight again.

The samurai chief Bertard glanced at Sherlot and asked for instructions to shoot. The 150-strong Longbow Guard has moved to a position more than 200 meters away from Ketoko. They mounted their arrows and aimed at Ketoko and the commander's guard from a distance.

The young warrior was hesitant at first: once the longbow fired an arrow, the commander and a large number of guards on the opposite side would surely suffer heavy casualties. After only a few seconds of consideration, he made a decision.

Seeing that the young warrior frowned, his eyes filled with murderous intent, he was about to wave his hand and give an order.

At this moment, a tall and strong young jaguar warrior suddenly roared like a tiger and rushed out of the family samurai group behind. He grabbed the heavy shield of his comrade-in-arms, raised his double shields, and then rushed into the thin guards, one jumped vertically, like an evil tiger, and smashed at Ketoko.

The middle-aged commander is obviously no longer as agile as he used to be. He turned around and wanted to retreat, but his footsteps couldn't keep up with the movement of turning his head, and he was still brought down by the pounce of the young jaguar. Then the young warrior struck with a shield, knocking Kotoko unconscious. Then strangle his neck, intimidating the surrounding supporting guards. The guards, who lost their command, advanced and retreated, and the samurai turned their sticks and stunned them with the wooden sides.

Afterwards, the young jaguar warrior suddenly exerted force with both hands, breaking the command flag of Ketoko, and then shouted with a proud tiger roar.

The six thousand reinforcement warriors stared blankly at the slowly falling banner, the two thousand comrades who suddenly "mutinied", and the captured Ketoko and the guards under the banner. In their ears was the cry of "The king is dead, the king's brother succeeds!". In their sight, Avit's King's Guard of Honor and Gem Scepter were shining brightly in the setting sun. Finally, they looked around again at twice as many samurai who surrounded them.

The warriors of the reinforcements finally put down their weapons. They fell to their knees, surrendering to their dominant brethren, to the authority of the aquifer royal family. The incident happened suddenly, and there was no clear order, and the militiamen in the rear team had been at a loss. They watched the disputes of the royal family chaotically, until the victor had appeared, the militia leaders met and offered food and loyalty.

Avite quickly dispatched his cronies, seized the surrendering reinforcements, and took all the battalion-level "thousand-captains" and legion-level "ten thousand commanders" into custody. The captive Kotoko and his bodyguard were stripped of their armor and weapons and placed in the care of the most loyal family warriors.

The brief attack lasted less than a quarter of an hour. The warriors on both sides restrained each other. In total, more than 60 commanders and guards were killed and more than 100 warriors were slightly injured.

When the sunset completely fell into the sky, Avit finally had some free time. He gathered his cronies for a simple post-victory marching dinner, each with two glasses of low-strength tequila. Then, he reached out and summoned the young jaguar warrior to approach. The warrior took off the beast helmet, knelt down respectfully, and saluted Avit.

Shirout looked at it seriously, the warrior who killed and captured the flag just now was only twenty-four or five years old. He has short hair and wide forehead, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and wears a jaguar bone ring on his nose, which symbolizes bravery. The bone ring fell on the thick lips, with the wild breath of the jungle. Between the opening and closing of the tiger's eyes, there is a fierce killing intent that cannot be concealed, like a walking beast.

Arvitt smiled and introduced to Sherlot and Acap: "This is the youngest jaguar warrior in my family, 24-year-old Staley. He once captured eight senior Terra by himself. Scala warriors, and thus promoted to the first-class military nobles, are warriors who are more ferocious than jaguars!"

"Steley, you fought well this time, and you have done a good job in capturing the flag! When you finish the major event and return to the capital, I will promote you to the second-level hereditary noble! Come, salute and toast to the few sitting here."

Staley raised his head, his young face full of high-spirited confidence. He glanced arrogantly at the generals, then nodded at Avit's order, bowed slightly, and tried his best to restrain the fierce fighting spirit on his body.

First, he respectfully saluted and toasted the fifth-level coyote priest Shirot. Then he paused and jumped directly over the plainly dressed samurai Chief Bertard next to Sherlot. Respectfully again, I salute and toast Acap, who has been promoted to the third-level black and white priest.

Just as the fifth-level coyote priest represents the **** of death, Shurotel, the third-level black and white priest also represents the Otomi people's most revered **** of day and night, Omet Otl. In different tribal myths, the status of the gods varies greatly. The most noble Chaos priests of the Otomi people, among the Mexicas, can only be used as ordinary third-level black and white priests.

Shulot noticed a flash of anger in the eyes of the samurai captain beside him, and then quickly regained his composure. He sighed softly and reached out to pat Bertard on the shoulder. When I go back this time, I will definitely be promoted to a first-class military nobleman.

Bertard was born in the civilian class, although he is extremely brave and good at fighting, UU reading www.uukanshu. com also has a good commanding ability, but wasted on the military. After being promoted to the fourth-level senior warrior at the age of 30, it was difficult for him to make further progress for several years, and he was stuck at the threshold of the elite battle group of military aristocrats.

Also in his thirties, Orosh, who was born a nobleman, is a long-established jaguar warrior, a first-class military aristocrat, and a "thousand-captain" of the old barracks under the regiment commander Husok.

In front of him, Staley, who was born into a royal family, was only twenty-four years old, and he was already a senior first-level military nobleman, and he was about to become a second-level hereditary nobleman!

In Shirot's opinion, the three of them are actually equal in force. Counting bows and arrows, Bertard is even better. In terms of commanding ability, the older and senior Bertard and Olosh also have obvious advantages. But in this era, and even in the next era, people's fate cannot be completely controlled by themselves. The birth of a family already determines the speed of rise and the ceiling of promotion.

"In addition to education reform, we must also consider military reform. At least we must open up the ascending channel from civilian warriors to military nobles. The battalion-level commander of the army needs experienced civilian warriors." Shulot made up his mind.

Then everyone toasted and drank together, enjoying a light intoxication under the low-strength tequila. These wines were found from the logistics supplies of the reinforcements, but at four or five degrees, they were like white water to the strong warriors.

The two cups were quickly drank, and after a simple dinner, Avit ordered the generals to return to the camp. The samurai were to return to combat status and prepare for the next battle.

There were only three people left by the bonfire. The fire went out, and the three looked at each other for a moment, then laughed. Today is the first and most crucial step in a successful hunt.

Now, they have 22,000 warriors, nearly 20,000 militiamen, and military orders to support the Hilotepec camp!

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