Aztec Eternals

The sun shines with warmth and brings vitality to the earth. Spring plowing is approaching, and wildfires burning wasteland are burning in the mountains and forests, raising layers of thick smoke. The smoke fluctuates in the sky, like a passage to the kingdom of God, heralding the destined destination of the warriors.

Hundreds of warriors, scouts, and envoys, wearing battle suits of different colors, walked in the smoky southern hinterland. They undertake different missions, disturb the towns and villages along the way, and break the last peace in the south of the kingdom. From the north to the south, the three legions searched for each other in the fog of war, approached each other, and prepared for a happy fight.

Intelligence from all directions came together, King Suangua had the advantage of the home court, and was the first to see everything on the battlefield.

The Mexica Legion on the North Road is centered on the city of Ivazio, with a scale of 10,000 to 20,000, half of which are warriors in armor and holding sticks, and the other half are militiamen equipped with spears. The Mexica advance army on the South Road began to march north after looting in Apatchingam state, with about 5,000 elite warriors. The two legions seem to have established a connection and are approaching each other. They are only two hundred miles away, and within a week, they can gather into an unbreakable army.

Su Angua has 10,000 elite soldiers, of which 7,000 are loyal direct warriors, and 3,000 are reliable long-spear militiamen. The two enemy armies are only more than a hundred miles away from here. Once the army moves, the traces of the king's army can no longer be hidden, and the enemy will 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 force of Mexica on the north road before the enemy gathers! I believe in the loyal and brave Praetorian Guards! As long as you defeat Enemies on the North Road, the army can return to the capital, take over 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 open, 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 descendant of the eagle, and the light of the three gods bestows on the legion of the war of the gods. The ancestors bless the victory and defeat in one fell swoop!"

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

"Has the envoy sent to the capital arrived?"

"Your Highness, the accompanying scouts have been confirmed, and the envoys have entered the capital. Chief Hummingbird's reply must be on the way."

"Okay! Send out 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 day and are always ready to go!"

The long wind blows, and the hunting eagle flag blows. The golden sun turned blood red and set in the western sky. When the night fell, an envoy finally rushed from the northern capital and brought the expected reply. The young king hesitated no longer. In the early morning of the second day, 10,000 Tarasco king troops came out from the hidden mountain forest manor. They recharged their batteries for a long time, their morale was high, and they rushed towards the city of Ivacio, which was more than a hundred miles away to the north.

The twilight of the sun shone on the tip of the long grass, it was the pure dew in the morning. Seeing the traces of the enemy, the black wolf Toltek suddenly stood up from the lurking grass. He raised his longbow and shot down three Tarasco scouts hurrying forward three times in a row. The hunter team behind them fired arrows continuously, shooting all the remaining seven enemies to death, and the dewdrops were dyed dazzling red.

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

"Lord God, this... This is the most elite royal army of the Tarascos!"

In the southern wilderness, tens of thousands of Tarasco warriors lined up in a tight march, marching silently and quickly. They formed a battalion of 800 people, neatly arranged into twelve marching columns, and walked forward without stopping. Under the battalion, there are four warrior brigades of two hundred people, each led by a warrior captain. The leading captain wears a winged eagle helmet with two blue feathers, and carries a brightly colored flag behind him.

In front of both sides of the legion, there are hundreds of elite scouts scattered, each holding a longbow and wearing the yellow battle clothes of the royal family. And in the very center of the legion, the royal guards wore bronze helmets, held copper axes, and carried longbows behind them, clustered around a large banner. The big flag is four or five meters high, and the nearly two-meter flag unfurls in the wind. An eagle spreads its wings and is about to fly, rushing towards the north!

"The inherited eagle banner of the Tarasco royal family! This is King Tarasco! Suangua is there!"

Toltek opened his mouth and shouted in surprise. He watched carefully, searching for the warriors under the royal banner. Finally, his eyes fixed on a striking young king. The man was wearing a gold-plated battle suit inlaid with gemstones, and holding a golden bronze scepter, emitting a thousand rays of light in the morning sun, making it impossible to look directly at.

"It hurts people's eyes because of the shaking, and they can't see what they look like!"

The golden light flashed blindingly, and Toltek turned his head away, and could only watch from the corner of his eyes. I saw the young king looking up, then raised the magic staff in his hand, and pointed in his direction!

Hundreds of scattered scouts paused for a moment. Then, like wasps who had been ordered, they rushed towards the Mexica scouting team ahead. These elite warriors rushed within a hundred steps, and all took off their longbows, buzzing like a swarm of bees.

"Shhhhhh!"

"The wind is tight, shit!"

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

Tarasco's scout warriors were in hot pursuit. They are going to wipe out the enemy and try to keep the trace of the king's army secret. These elite members of the royal family were physically strong and experienced, and maintained an effortless trot at a constant speed, chasing them all the way to a distance of twenty miles. As long as the militia hunters are exhausted and stop for a while, they will immediately be overwhelmed by the "swarm" and let out their final screams.

Toltek ran wildly all the way, with a rain of arrows swishing behind him. It wasn't until more and more Mexica scout squads were attracted to fight the kingdom's scout warriors that the black wolf who went out to investigate escaped. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his battle suit, and cursed in a low voice.

"Lord God bless! The black wolf was chasing the elk's tail in the forest, but turned into a leopard when he turned around! Tarasco's army is indeed very capable! They marched in neat lines and marched for tens of miles without chaos; Time is as fast as the wind. No, I have to return to Ivacio as soon as possible and report the military situation to His Highness. The victory or defeat is in this battle, so we need to be prepared and gather all our strength to fight!"

Toltek, who was good at running, rested for a while, and then continued to run northward. He ran all the way across the fields of burning weeds, through the shallow streams in spring, and over the slightly rolling hills, and finally came to the outside of the city of Ivacchio where the green smoke was extinguished. The night was deep, and the continuous camp tents swayed like starlight bonfires, like the mighty galaxy falling on the ground.

As a general trusted by His Royal Highness, Toltek traveled unimpeded all the way. Under the guidance of Bertard, he came to His Highness's large tent again, knelt down on one knee, and reported the urgent military situation.

Shulot sat cross-legged in front of the bonfire, and the bright firelight reflected his resolute face. The young commander, wearing a black battle suit and holding a refined longbow, has been preparing for battle for a long time. Hearing Wang Jun's information, he stood up and laughed boldly.

"Competing for the deer in the world, the white deer finally appeared! The outcome depends on one move. The general trend of the world is about to be determined by this battle!"

Afterwards, Shulot put away his smile and ordered solemnly.

"Assemble all the warriors in the city. Tomorrow, the whole army will go south to meet the King Tarasco's army! Summon the commanders of all ministries, mobilize the officers of each battalion, and prepare for the decisive battle! Finally, call the priests accompanying the army. I will personally hold the pre-battle sacrifice and pray to the God of War victory!"

In the early morning of the second day, the grand ceremony was held quickly. Under the witness of the Lord God, the priests chanted and danced beside the holy fire. They used shining obsidian and hard shells to divination together, and from the cracks of obsidian and shells, they got the prophecy of victory in this battle!

Afterwards, Shulot chanted loudly on the altar, telling every warrior the victory prophesied by the gods. Then, he announced loudly to the warriors: If he wins this battle, he will be rewarded and awarded according to his military achievements. Promote the skilled militiamen to warriors, promote outstanding warriors to senior warriors, and then promote a hundred senior warriors to become military nobles of the alliance, and entrust the fertile land of the Lake District of Tarasco!

Under the generous promise of His Highness, tens of thousands of warriors and militiamen cheered wildly, shaking the world of Lake Patzcuaro. Afterwards, all the Mexica Northern Army assembled, left the city of Ivacio without walls, and went to kill the King Tarasco army that suddenly appeared in the south.

The armies approached each other, and the scouts on the periphery continued to fight each other, and the movements of both 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 far away and appeared in each other's sight. The smoke and dust of the march rose into the sky and was blown away by the mighty long wind, revealing the traces of the chilling warriors.

Shulot was wearing a gorgeous battle suit, a slender feather crown, and the coach's banner behind him. He strode up the hillock and looked towards the banner of King Tarasco in the fields to the south. The legion is mighty, the warriors face each other, the flag is flying, 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!

This week was relatively busy, and I didn't find time until the weekend, and I coded for three hours. The author's bacteria will continue to be updated, there may be intervals, but it will not stop. Orz, I apologize to you all.