Aztec Eternals

The long wind blows, the battle flag is raised high, and the fresh hummingbirds fly on the flag. It symbolizes the reinforcements of the capital, dancing in the air. The blood from a distance floated in the air, and the wind was filled with fierce shouts. The sky is vast, the earth is churning, where the battle is raging, there are people killing people!

The old warrior stood under the battle flag, looking to the south where the battle was fierce.

At the end of the sky are clusters of black spots of fierce fighting, and yellowish smoke and dust continuously rises from the intertwined army formation. At this moment, tens of thousands of warriors fought desperately, their tiny figures appearing and disappearing in the smoke and dust. They seem to be hidden in the illusory world, which is the mouth of the demon that spews smoke, leading to the kingdom of the dead in the underground abyss!

The old warrior continued to search. Soon, the inherited eagle flag came into view. From his point of view, Wang Qi stands between heaven and earth, like a sacred cocoa tree, which has passed on the glory for two hundred years. It stands still tenaciously, allowing the ants at the bottom of the tree to fight, so that everything still has hope!

Seeing this scene, the old warrior sighed and remained silent. A warm breeze blew through his brand new leather armor, bringing urgent shouts; the slanting sun cast long shadows on his gleaming copper helmet. The years have carved traces of sorrow on his face, leaving only a pair of bright eyes on him.

"Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu To whomto whoever Seeing the swaying figure not far away, the old warrior shivered violently. He quickly raised the shield, squatted down nimbly, and the successive impacts came "bang, bang". The recruits around were hit by arrows one after another, screaming miserably, struggling on the ground in vain. Under the fluttering flag, there was a space immediately, and only dozens of veterans with shields were left.

"Roar, roar!" The Terkos militiamen of the former army roared furiously. They couldn't hold back the anger in their hearts anymore, and they didn't want to bear the attack in vain. These mountain warriors strode out to charge the scattered enemy ranks ahead. The nimble longbow hunters retreated again, and hundreds of elite scout warriors formed an array to meet them. When the warriors waved their sticks, they easily harvested the lives of their opponents.

The war drum sounded, and hundreds of Hummingbird Kamon warriors attacked with shields. The Mexica scouts retreated immediately, keeping a close distance in the sporadic engagements. The longbow hunters quickly shifted to the sides, and quickly fired cold arrows to harass. Warriors from the royal capital kept falling down with arrows. Among the former army, more than two hundred Tarasco longbowmen also fought back at the same time. They shot down the approaching enemy troops and tried to drive back the Mexica archers. Thousands of fighters from both sides were scattered and entangled with each other in this way, advancing and retreating, moving towards the south stop-and-go.

The old militiaman Chihuaco poked his head out of the shield. He carefully looked around the front and saw that those dangerous figures were moving away, so he stood up cautiously. Dozens of veterans holding shields surrounded the battle flag and continued to march south.

The army marched forward, leaving the battlefield behind. Chivako glanced at the wounded soldiers who were dying and shouting on the ground, and shook his head helplessly. Then, he touched the sturdy copper helmet on his head, rubbed the sturdy leather armor on his body, and sighed reassuringly.

Three days ago, the chief minister of the capital formed an army to support the king, and the samurai squad of the old militia was also recruited. Strict military orders were issued, so he could only take up arms and walk out of the majestic capital once again with his brothers who lived and died together, to join such dangerous reinforcements. Fortunately, before leaving, the chief lord was generous once in a while, distributing brand new warrior equipment to every reinforcement. The craftsmen of the royal capital rushed to work day and night, and there was no shortage of weapons and armor in the capital, but only warriors capable of fighting.

"Boom, boom!" The sound of distant artillery came, like the roar of Thor. Hearing this familiar explosion, the old militiaman shivered again. He heard the reputation and looked, several miles to the southeast, the king's banner gradually became clear. The huge Mexica Legion is like a dense black cloud, and the elite Tarasco King Army is a shallow crescent. Dark clouds cover the moon, Wang Jun is being suppressed, and is at a clear disadvantage.

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

Chivaco blinked and continued to hold his shield, standing guard before the flying banner. Beside him, a dozen warriors holding shields hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward. Chivako's eyes were quick, and he stretched out his hand with a "swish", and grabbed a young warrior firmly. He suppressed the anger in his heart and cursed cautiously in a low voice.

"Stupid wood, what are you doing! The old man is using it as firewood in front, and it is crackling and bright. Let's just watch from behind. Why are you going to join in the fun?!"

The young samurai also wore new armor and held sharp spears. He wore a crooked turban over his helmet, but he was the former militiaman Wezti. Wearing a headscarf is a habit left over from his decades of rural life. Although he has begun to regard himself as a warrior now, he can't change it for a while.

"Uncle, I'm a noble warrior now!"

Wezti raised his head and chest, showing a stubborn face.

"The king's banner is ahead! It is the descendant of the gods, the last hope of the Prepecha people! I am already a warrior master. As long as I break through the Mexica defense line and rescue the king, I can be promoted to a great nobleman." ! And once you become a great nobleman, you won’t have to suffer anymore! Maybe I can get back my wife and children.”

"Fart! What kind of master are you? You have been a miserable peasant for half your life!"

Chivako was so angry that he stretched out his hand suddenly and gave Wezti a slap in the face with a "slap". Then, the old militiaman quickly pulled the stunned Wezti to his side, held his arm and raised the shield, pretending to guard the flag.

"Stupid, stupid! Stupid wood, why are you so stupid?! The old men made empty promises, and you fooled yourself into it? You didn't even look carefully, what time is it now? Nobles, the nobles of the kingdom have a shit!"

"Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" The sound of arrow rain piercing the air came again. Chivako didn't bother to raise his head, he hurriedly raised his shield, bowed his waist and stood in front of Weitz ahead. The expected impact never came. The old militiamen carefully looked around, but this time they shot at the forward army.

The bone arrow pierced through the warrior's leather armor with the roar 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 what the old militiaman said just now, a warrior wailed loudly, calling out his status as a military nobleman. The commander-in-chief of the former army stepped forward and took a look at the wound, then waved his hands coldly. The military situation was urgent, and the two warriors directly grabbed the military nobles and sent them to the rear of the legion. The great nobles with their private armies watched with cold eyes and did not speak.

Wezti watched as the wounded little nobleman was transported away from his side, he was only hastily bandaged, and then put directly into the cold grass. The scurrying legion did not leave any guards behind, but left the opponent to fend for itself. The tall grass is like a green grave, 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 Wezti's heart, and his face became dull.

Chivaco sighed. Seeing Wezti's dull expression, he softened his tone.

"Mu, your mother-in-law has been conscripted. What happens to the conscripted women in the countryside? You can see clearly these days. And in this world of cannibalism, what can your six or seven-year-old child be?" The end? They are already dead! Now, you only have Lu Wei and me."

Having said that, the old militiaman pulled Stupid Wood beside him. The two shoulders leaned against each other, and each raised their shields to cover each other's sides. The old militiaman said in a low voice that only two people could hear.

"Wood, your mother-in-law and son are dead, and so are my mother-in-law and son. You have to understand who killed them! The Mexica didn't capture your son, and they didn't destroy our village. They died like a pod of beans, one for the Mexica, one for the recruiting warrior, and the other two for the goddamn chief, and the bullshit king!"

There was a flash of cruelty on Chivaco's face. The series of battles and great changes finally beat him out of the cold. He took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and groped in his bosom, trying to smell the herbal medicine bag his mother-in-law sewed for him again, but he couldn't find it no matter what.

The old militiaman froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered that he had left the little cloth bag to Lu Wei. It was the only relic left by her mother, and it made little Reed feel safe. And he himself no longer needs herbs to keep calm in the war.

Chivaco sighed again.

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

Weizti nodded, then lowered his head again, and stopped talking like a frost-beaten pumpkin. The two remained silent, guarding the flag of the hummingbird, and followed the legion southward. The closer they got to the battle line and the king's banner, the more fierce the Mexica attacks and the more brutal the confrontation between the two armies.

"Hush!" The rain of arrows did not stop. The militiamen of Mexica began to approach the army formation regardless of casualties, and shot desperately at the archers of the former army. The hundreds of samurai of the enemy army did not retreat any more, and under the command of a young general, they fought to the death with the onslaught of Tarasco warriors. That general is extraordinarily brave! Chivako looked at the other party like chopping melons and vegetables, beheading the samurai masters one after another, and couldn't help but shuddered again.

"Didi!" The sharp sound of the conch horn sounded, and the attacking warriors were defeated again. The Mexica warriors didn't go after them either, they just gasped in place, accumulating precious energy. The warrior captain Puapu retreated all the way to the central army, and then wiped the thick blood on his face and the fine beads of sweat on his neck with his battle clothes. He looked back fearfully at the Mexica warriors who were forming formation, and then at the young enemy commander in fear, and said "Bah" in his mouth.

"Damn, what a bunch of ruthless characters! The sun god 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 let out another stern "bah" before walking towards the Chinese army's battle flag and shouting curses at his subordinates.

"A group of blind moles! Why do you need so many people to guard the flag? The rookies who have not experienced the battle are useless, and the barbarians who have no rules are running around again. You veterans can still rely on you. Wait for the next charge, you all follow me Come on! The chief said: rescue the king, the warriors will be promoted to nobles, and my lord will be promoted to hereditary!"

The old militiaman nodded and bowed, and a flower blossomed on his old face. He trotted forward two steps, took out his handkerchief, respectfully helped Puap wipe off the blood and sweat, and whispered in his mouth.

"Master, let's take a step to speak."

Pu'apu was taken aback for a moment, looked suspiciously at the old militiaman, and followed him to the battle flag. Surrounded by several brothers of the old militiamen, they all raised their shields and held their guns, guarding them tightly.

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

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

"Master, we have 3,000 people, even if half of them are rookies and barbarians, there are still 1,500 elite warriors! There are only a few hundred cores on the other side. If everyone really wants to fight to the death, how can they stop them? Fight now In this state, all the warriors of our Hummingbird family have lost their blood. This problem is not ours! Look at the noble masters in the middle army, and then look at the temple masters in the rear army, which one has died?"

Puapu was stunned. The supporting warriors were divided into three divisions, the chief Hummingbird Warrior, the private army of the nobles in the city, and the temple guards of the priests, roughly one-third each. He looked around the whole army and observed carefully. The hummingbird warriors were charging at the front, the noble private army wandered in the middle, and the temple army followed behind. In every battle, the first to die is the Hummingbird Warrior. And as soon as they were frustrated, the noble private army would retreat, and the Temple Legion also stopped.

"Damn it! These gutless ratfish! I want to sue the former army commander! The king is right in front, and the shameless nobles and incompetent priests are still saving their strength!"

Puap was furious and was about to return to the front army immediately. The old militiaman tugged on Puap's arm and persuaded him deeply again.

"My lord, those are great nobles and high priests! The former military master is so smart, he must have seen the true colors of these rotten cocoa, but there is no way! Now the situation is like this, and we don't need to add three more people to go up." What can melons and jujubes be used for? But I will give you dozens of heads for nothing!"

Hearing what the old militiaman said, Puap's expression changed. If he really went out to speak out, it would either be useless and useless; or he would be used by the former army commander to force the nobles and high priests to fight to the death. And regardless of the outcome of this battle, if he offends these great nobles and high priests, as an ordinary new nobleman, what good will he end up with?

Seeing Puap's uncertain expression, Chivako weighed it up, and continued to add the last fire.

"Master, you usually trust me so much, and I will tell you my heartfelt words. In this world, you have warriors in your hands, so you can become a nobleman. When the warriors are destroyed, you will be a warrior again, sir!"

"My lord, let me say something desperate. Now even the great nobles of the kingdom have different ambitions. The old tree has two forks, and the pear tree is blooming outside the wall. With your talent, even under the hands of the Mexica, it will be the same I can live it! Maybe it can be better. The current fight is just a king's war, not ours!"

Hearing this, Pu Apu's face was gloomy, and the words of the old militiamen shot into his heart like sharp arrows. The warrior captain stood where he was, staring at the not-too-distant eagle flag and the royal army fighting under the flag. After a while, he nodded slowly until the thunder of the Mexica exploded again.