Aztec Eternals

White clouds like snow, hanging down the shadow of the sky. The sky is as blue as a mirror, reflecting the bright red of the ground. With the sound of shouting and killing, Changfeng shook the clouds in the sky and offered sacrifices to the supreme gods. The sun god lowered his eyes indifferently, watching the vast and cruel battlefield, attracting tens of thousands of souls.

On the hill where the sun fell, Olosh was covered in blood, and finally broke through all obstacles! The ferocious jaguar warrior rushed to the commander-in-chief's flag, swung twice suddenly, beheading the enemy leader guarding the flag. Then, he let out a tiger roar, folded his hands vigorously, and the gorgeous and tall "feather" handsome flag fell down with a bang!

Seeing the scene in front of him, the surrounding battlefield stopped for an instant. The sacred banner fell to the ground, and many blood-stained feet stepped ruthlessly into the dust. A moment later, a burst of shouts suddenly sounded, accompanied by countless desperate wailing!

The remnants of Chapala's middle army collapsed. The warriors in the rear no longer stood firm. They dropped their shields, slashed wildly in despair, and then quickly exhausted their strength, and were stabbed to death by dense spears. The archers in the rear threw away their bows and arrows, turned and fled. They exposed their fragile backs and were repeatedly knocked down by the chasing warriors, crying out in fear. Afterwards, the warriors outflanked by the two wings came, and the militiamen fell to their knees powerlessly on the ground. They did not make any resistance, surrendered by the hundreds, and waited for the judgment of fate!

Tens of thousands of warriors chased to death and chased north, and tens of thousands of enemy troops fled like rats. The black wolf's banner gleamed in the sun and fluttered in the wind.

Looking at the battlefield of the great victory, Xiulot laughed heartily, and his laughter was full of confidence and heroism. The glorious victory came at last, like a drunken sound!

Afterwards, the young commander looked at the left wing of the enemy who was still resisting, and waved the red flag again. The two wooden cannons turned around, aimed from the side, and fired two thunderclaps again!

The thunderous thunder exploded in the sky-blue warrior formation, brushing against the coach's banner, knocking down several personal guards. The scattered stones flew "bang bang" and hit Oanda's helmet, and the smoke and dust that rose up rushed towards his face, covering his eyes. The Patriarch of "Sky" shook his head stunned by the roar, and was still shouting words of encouragement to the warriors.

After a while, the smoke and dust finally cleared, and Oanda suddenly fell silent. He looked around, all the allied forces had either retreated long ago, were in disintegration, or had already surrendered. The surrounding enemy troops rushed in quickly, some held sticks and shields, some gathered spears, and some held amulets, and surrounded the remaining two thousand "sky" warriors.

"Patriarch, the marshal has escaped! The situation is over, let us protect you and break through!"

Loyal bodyguards approached. They looked desperate, ready to fight to the death.

"escape?"

Oanda gave a bleak smile. He looked around, three different legion flags firmly surrounded the four directions. Not far away, three thousand archers climbed onto the hill, holding longbows and crossbows, aiming at their own army formation. There are also dozens of craftsmen, pushing the two roaring wooden beasts, slowly approaching here.

"Where are we fleeing to? We are the rear of the army, and there is nowhere to escape!"

Having said that, Patriarch "Sky" suddenly became agitated and let out a rage.

"Kestrel and cardinal, how can they fly in the same sky?! Cowardly cardinal! Peng Guali, you betrayed the three gods, the kingdom, and the oath of the coalition! You will fall into the abyss underground!!"

Oanda turned and looked west. That is the Feather Legion that escaped and disappeared, and it is also the hometown that cannot return. He let out a low growl, like a prophesied curse.

"Chapala's Feather, although you can escape for a while, you can't escape the future! You will eventually be caught by the enemy and die on the high platform of sacrifice! I will wait for you in the kingdom of God in the sky!!"

Hearing this, the surrounding guards turned pale with shock and looked at each other. The Patriarch has fought for many years and has a very high prestige. They wanted to persuade them, but they couldn't speak for a while.

At this moment, an envoy of the enemy army came to the front of the formation. He wore Mexica attire and spoke with a northern Tarasco accent.

"The incarnation of the gods, the invincible His Royal Highness Shulot, let me bring his benevolent password: Surrender, good general Chapala! Follow the great alliance, surrender to the supreme Lord God, and fight for the newborn sun! You will keep your status as a nobleman, keep your guards, and keep your family heritage in the dying Tarasco Kingdom!"

Hearing this, Oanda suddenly raised his head and stared forward.

I saw the tall black wolf banner moving towards this side, under the banner were the enemy's pro-military troops who had been slaughtered, and hundreds of brave and brilliant jaguar fighters. A samurai of small stature was surrounded by the center of the elite army, walking slowly towards this side. He wears a colorful feather crown and a black gold battle suit. He holds a dark green feather shield with gods painted on it in one hand, and a crimson spear flag symbolizing the marshal in the other hand. It is as dazzling as a god descending! Beside him, a warrior with an ape-like complexion was whispering something.

Shulot handed the flag to the flag officer behind him, and walked towards the sky-blue enemy warrior. "Monkey" Kuluka whispered back beside him, with a flash of inspiration in his eyes.

"My lord, General Chapala on the opposite side is an outstanding veteran, and he is leading a real elite. He can still respond quickly to the wooden cannon and gun array, and maintain the morale of the army. It is indeed very tight! He must be A prominent nobleman, his subordinates are family warriors passed down from generation to generation. In the future, he will be of great use in conquering the Chapala Lake District!"

The young commander nodded slightly, showing a confident smile. He waited for a while, and the teacher Olosh strode back with the broken "feather" handsome flag. He shed the blood of his enemies, leaving a red trail behind him.

"Your Highness, I present you the enemy's handsome flag, congratulations on the glorious victory!"

Olosh knelt down on one knee, raised his hands high, and presented the "feather" flag.

Shulot took over the brand-new handsome flag and looked at the familiar feather pattern. Those unfolded feathers were not embroidery, but real quetzal feathers, a luxury more expensive than gems. Under the golden sunlight, the beautiful feathers shine with blue patterns, like flowing waves.

The young commander stared at it for a moment, as if he wanted to see someone he had never met from the gorgeous banner. After a moment, he smiled and nodded in approval.

"Olosh, you defeated the enemy's central army, captured the enemy's commander's flag, and let the enemy's marshal escape, you should be the first victory in this battle!"

Hearing the order of revisions in the words, Olosh was slightly taken aback. Immediately, he showed a clear face, lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

"This is the blessing of the Lord God! It is also the glory of His Highness! The Western Expedition will surely win, and the alliance will conquer the world!"

Hulot laughed loudly. He bowed down, handed the flag to Olosh again, lifted him up from the ground, and whispered at the same time.

"Teacher, take the flag and join me to persuade the enemy general to surrender."

Olosh nodded. Holding the broken flag in one hand and the baton in the other, he carefully guarded His Highness and walked ahead first. In just a moment, the youth's commander, the brave general, the elite personal guards, and the commander-in-chief of the black wolf all came to the front of the final enemy formation.

The Patriarch of "Sky" looked carefully and remained silent. Although the enemy marshal looked calm, his face was handsome and handsome. He was only a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

"The three gods and the ancestors are superior! I actually failed at the hands of a young man!"

Seeing the marshal of the real enemy army, Oanda's heart suddenly turned cold, and his face showed pain. He had imagined the appearance of the enemy general and his own answer, but at this moment he was speechless.

"Surrender! Patriarch of the sky family."

After dozens of steps, the army has completely surrounded the enemy. Xiulot smiled and persuaded loudly.

"The Kingdom of Tarasco is about to be destroyed, and the Chapala Lake District cannot stand alone for too long. The 'sky' of Chapala, surrender to the great alliance, and I promise you a glorious future!"

Following His Highness's words, Olosh strode closer. He stared at the eyes of Patriarch "Sky" like a tiger, and threw the broken "Feather" flag in front of him.

Hearing the enemy marshal's personal persuasion, Patriarch "Sky"'s expression changed, complicated and difficult to understand. He stared at the prince's banner covered in blood and mud, as if he saw the same fallen king's banner, that hopeless future. At this moment, thousands of thoughts swirled in his mind, and he was a little dazed for a while.

The surrounding guards clustered around Oanda, and they all spoke at this moment.

"Patriarch, the marshal escaped first, and we held on until the last moment! Surrendering at this time does not violate the honor of the warrior."

"Patriarch, the kingdom is gone, and the Mexica are hard to stop. For the survival of the family, it is better to choose to surrender"

"Patriarch, Peng Guali has fled back to the lake area! The warriors of the Baiyin family have already perished. If we also perish here, the lake area will be dominated by the 'Feather' family. At that time, who knows what he will do?"

Hearing the last sentence, Oanda felt chills in his heart, and his face was moved. After a while, he hesitated and asked the marshal opposite.

"Your Highness of the Mexica, if I choose to surrender, will you let me go back?"

Hearing this, Xiulot was startled, and then laughed loudly.

"Patriarch of the 'Sky', how can I easily let a commander like you go back to the mountain? You need to use actions to prove your loyalty to the alliance before you can soar in the sky again!"

The young commander pointed out something and said with a smile.

"After the fall of the Hekou Fortress, the Russian commander of the Northern Legion has also surrendered! He kept his personal guards and converted to the supreme Lord God. Under my command, he recruited the nobles of the northern kingdom for the alliance!"

Oanda bowed his head and remained silent. He understood the words of the enemy marshal. If one chooses to surrender, then surrendering the legion, converting to the Lord God, and recruiting the dead are all endings that must be faced.

The Patriarch of "Sky" looked around. The surrounding guards stared at him closely with pleading eyes. The warriors of more than 2,000 families raised their shields high and looked forward to it. He finally looked at the eldest son in the army, but the twenty-year-old young warrior followed behind him with a determined face.

Oanda showed a moment of tenderness. He turned around, stroked the eldest son's face, and said nothing. After a while, he made a decision, his eyes became calm, and he looked at His Highness the Mexica again.

"Your Highness, more than 2,000 "Sky" legions will surrender to you under the leadership of my eldest son! Please forgive the generals in the legion. I will bear the responsibility for fighting the alliance alone!"

"Master!!"

The surrounding guards showed panic and fell to their knees. The eyes of the eldest son behind him were full of pleading, but Oanda never looked at him again.

Xiu Luote's face was like a flat lake, but his heart was turbulent. He heard the other party's implication, and the familiar scene came to his mind, and it seemed like yesterday for several years. After a while, he lowered his eyes slightly and nodded.

"As long as you surrender to the alliance and prove your loyalty, the Lord God will forgive you!"

After getting the assurance from His Highness, Oanda finally smiled calmly. He said to his trusted samurai with a smile.

"The lake area tried its best to gather a powerful Chapala army, and the entire army collapsed in a few moments! Thirty thousand people fled like lynxes, crying like a flock of birds. If no general is killed here, the warriors will die again. What face do you have to face the elders in your hometown?"

The trusted warriors bowed their heads in shame. Some people took out obsidian daggers, cut their own cheeks, and even directly across their necks.

"The kingdom has fought for years and has ruled the roost for a hundred years. Facing the attack of the Mexica, the marshals surrendered one by one, and those who fled fled. How can there be such a reason? Even if the people in the lake fail, they cannot make the world small. Look. There must be a commander who dies in front of the two armies! Although I am not a marshal, as the head of the 'Sky' family of the Glory family, I am also happy to take on this responsibility!"

Oanda laughed. He looked at the samurai around him, and finally ordered decisively.

"Keep your useful body and help my eldest son. Take back everything today from 'Feather'!"

The warriors of the family wept bitterly, dropped their weapons, and bowed down to the Patriarch together. The Mexica warriors also showed respect, waiting for the flowers to bloom.

Seeing the other party's will to die, Shulot stopped talking. He stared at the Patriarch of the "sky" in front of him, waiting solemnly.

Oanda unbuttoned his blood-stained sky-blue battlesuit, revealing his scarred chest. He looked at the old scars and recalled the past years of fighting, with a sincere smile on his face. Then, he took out the sacrificial obsidian dagger, pressed it against his heaving chest, and aimed at the heart where the soul was hidden.

The Patriarch of "Sky" raised his head and looked at the blue sky. The sky is so deep and lofty, giving him a lofty name and accepting his dying soul.

"The land of Takuro, the resting place of life, the place where flocks of birds fall from the sky. The birds flew away with noisy noises, so I knew with a smile: What falls here is not a small feather, but a vast sky!"

Accompanied by the last poem, Oanda suddenly exerted force in his hand, and the sharp dagger pierced the soft body and deeply plunged into the beating life. Unspeakable pain struck violently, and the pupils of Patriarch "Sky" shrank suddenly, and then quickly collapsed. In just a few breaths, he lost all his strength and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Finally, clinging to the arms of Mother Earth, I felt the light of Father Sun. The Patriarch of "Sky" murmured silently, but no one could hear it anymore.

"It hurts so much, my soul flies away from my heart. The three gods are above, I don't want to go back to my hometown in the lonely sky"

Vibrant bright red flows quickly. Soon, the Patriarch of "Sky" lost all his voice and turned into a solidified symbol under the sky. In front of tens of thousands of warriors, he proved his fearlessness and faced death calmly.

Watching this scene, Olosh grinned and exclaimed loudly.

"What a general who went to die! Among the Tarasco people, there are also real heroes!"

Hearing this, "Monkey" Kuluka turned slightly, looked not far away, and whispered to himself.

"True heroes"

Where Kuluka was looking, Ezpan lowered his head, hid his body in the phalanx of spears, and clenched the weapon in his hand.

And Natalie of the Divine Blessed Legion closed his eyes. He stretched out his bloody right hand, held the talisman that symbolized the main god, and prayed in a deep voice.

Shulot stood silently for a moment, then slowly bowed to salute. Then, he straightened his back and looked around the bloody battlefield under the setting sun. The main army of Mexica is largely intact. More than 2,000 elite enemy troops surrendered, and more than 10,000 Chapala militiamen are still fleeing. At this moment, the lofty pride was like a flame, burning hot in his chest!

"Squeeze the north and go south to the capital. This battle is finally over!!"

Ah, this battle is finally finished! There are too many characters changing in my mind before and after, and I wrote it for a long time before I knew it! .I sent half of it first, and forced myself to finish writing. I sincerely apologize to those who followed up~ Orz