Aztec Eternals Chapter 194

"Aztec Eternal (

January is the beginning of the new year, a day of celebration and sacrifice. Since the beginning of the month, grand sacrificial ceremonies have been held in various ministries in Mexico one after another. In every peaceful village, the priests sang and recited, and the commoners sang and danced until they left in celebration at the end of the month.

The gods and nobles of the various states have no heart to sing and dance. They sent messengers to pay tribute, dispatched low-key spies, questioned the merchants passing by, and paid close attention to the battle between the Leman River and the Tulsa River. In the world, the two most powerful forces are engaged in the most brutal war between the longest two rivers.

According to distant rumors, there were 100,000 samurai warriors staggeringly fighting there. The fierce fighting made the birds migrate around, and the pooled blood changed the color of the two rivers. On the front line of fierce fighting, the nobles withered like flowers, the warriors fell like raindrops, and they were buried in the soil together with ordinary civilians!

Hearing the news from afar, the nobles of each state looked surprised and worried. The more practical impact is reflected in the market of each city-state.

The alliance and the kingdom wantonly intercepted the caravans, forcibly levied supplies, and plundered the soldiers and bandits everywhere, and the merchants stayed away from the warring areas. The war has been going on for a long time, and the market is no longer available for copper from Tarrasco, dried fish from Lake Mikancho, and medicinal herbs from the forests of the west. And the priests of Mexica forcibly controlled the markets of the alliance states, and the grain and salt from the valleys were greatly reduced, not to mention the shields, cotton armor, and obsidian battle sticks used in warfare.

Among all the news, the most unexpected is that the northern part of the kingdom of Taraxus fell, and the northern army of Mexican invaded the capital! The god-born leaders of the city-state were very shocked: the Mexicas had the "God-given" weapons to help them, and they were invincible all the way. However, in more than half a year, the strong and prosperous Kingdom of Bronze Ware has shown a clear decline, and it is difficult to resist the attack of the Mexicans! The leaders knew very well that the outcome of this huge war would determine the future of the entire world!

As a result, more messengers were sent out to connect with different countries. More Secret Talks were ordered to gather intelligence on new Mexica weapons. In the rush of pedestrians, February came suddenly.

February is the season to travel. The warm sun shines brightly, and the cloudless sky has no rain. The soil on the ground became dry, the bushes and leaves on the roadside fell, and the number of insects and ants was less than in the rainy season. Long marches are made easy, even on the flat Lake Patzcuaro.

Under the golden sunlight, "Feather" Peng Guali was dressed in gold and silver clothes, with a gorgeous feather crown, holding a noble divine scepter, shining like a messenger of the gods. His appearance is dignified, his manners are generous, his majesty is unpredictable, and his demeanor is elegant and calm. Behind him is a gorgeous four-meter-high flag, held high by a flag-holding officer.

The brand-new flag was flying in the air, and the shape was the prince's specification, and it was even better in terms of exquisiteness. On the front of the flag is the flying quetzal with the most gorgeous blue feathers. On the back is an abstract image of the three gods, with clear and bright blood-red eyes.

Under the **** of his personal guards, Peng Guali climbed the nearby hill and looked around excitedly. In his eyes, it is an endless marching army, a huge lake area army!

The warriors in the Lake District were high-spirited, wearing patterned cotton armor, carrying bronze spears, battle sticks and shields, and went to the capital with confidence. The militias gathered into loose groups, like reunited ant colonies. They took the village as a unit, under the restraint of the militia captain, carrying the luggage of the army, holding spears with bronze, stone, and even bone spears, all the way to the east, noisily. At the end of the army, there were thousands of civilians carrying food and grass, which were recruited from nearby villages to maintain the logistics of the army.

This is a powerful Lake District Legion, with a full 10,000 Chapala warriors and 20,000 trained militiamen! The brave Chapalas are no match for the weak Patzcuaros. They grew up fighting, resisting the northern Guamal breed, fighting with harassing squads, suppressing the western Tekes tribe, and sweeping hostile settlements from time to time.

"This is an army to save the kingdom! And I, the leader of this army, today's Prince Feather, the future King Feather!"

On the hill, Peng Guali was full of pride and looked back. The tributary of Lake Chapala to the east ends here, and the convenient marching passage ends here. On the river, small boats carrying grain are in sight, continuously delivering supplies from the rear. Along the tributary river, he had come out of the state of Sakap, and out of the shelter of mountains and forts, ready to face the Mexican army at any time.

Thinking of this, Peng Guali's brows were slightly wrinkled, the last encounter on Lake Yuriria was still vivid in his mind. However, the land battle is no better than the lake, and the samurai can walk freely to avoid it. The nearby vegetation is not strong, and there is no raw material for the Mexican rockets to ignite.

He looked forward, and in front of him was a vast plain, filled with cultivated fields and villages dotted on the fields. The traces of prosperity in the past are faintly visible, but at the moment it is full of desolation and decay, and there is no shadow of smoke. This is already the edge of the Patzcuaro Lake District, and it is only a five-day trip from the capital Qin Congcan.

The estuary fortress had been lost, and he would not have to support him along the Leman River, risking encounters with the Mexica navy. The area around Lake Quetzeo was controlled by enemy fleets and was no longer safe. The latest messenger brought shocking news that the Mexicans had even captured the fortress Huayamo and completely controlled the north of the capital.

Peng Guali thought carefully and repeatedly asked the scouts to find the safest marching route. The army first went south to the tributary river that connected to Lake Chapala, and then moved eastward along the river, all the way along the hinterland of the kingdom, all the way to the west of the capital. The army acted in this way, in fact, completely gave up the back road of harassing the northern army of Mexican, but it did not have to worry about its own logistics.

"As long as I reach the capital and marry the princess of the previous king, I will have the qualification to inherit the kingdom!"

Thinking of this, "Feather" Peng Gua showed a handsome smile, and his eyes flashed, which made people's heart break. The surrounding family samurai also looked at the head of the family overlooking the hill with reverence.

However, not everyone admires the new prince. The higher the high-ranking nobles, the more they understand the beginning and end of the battle on the Lake Yuriria, the more so.

Under the **** of dozens of personal guards, a large noble in gorgeous clothes, wearing a sky blue cloak, holding a bronze spear, came to the hill with a fierce expression. He glanced at the prince's flag behind Peng Guali with complicated eyes, pouted slightly, and said aloud.

"Respected 'Feather', the frontline scouts found rising smoke and dust in the east, which should be the traces of the march of the Mexican army! We must quickly assemble the team, take the initiative to attack, and prepare for a glorious war!"

The color of the Peng melon was stagnant. He raised his head in surprise and looked at the big noble in front of him.

"Dear Oanda, the goddess of the sky, are you sure you have seen the Mexica army? These days, there are always Mexica scouts whistling and hawking nearby, but they are only the enemy's squad. This is the most western part of the Lake District. , It is a hundred or two hundred miles away from the Huayamo fortress where the main force of the Mexicans gathered! The army of the Mexicans really appeared in the east?"

In Tarasco, Oanda means sky. Such a noble name, the family inheritance is not inferior to the feathers, and even surpasses it!

In fact, it is true that the Sky Family has a prominent position in the Lake Chapala region. Even with the seal of the prince, Peng Guali was only the nominal supreme commander of the Lake District Legion. In his hands, he could only firmly hold five thousand warriors and ten thousand militiamen. The blue-clothed aristocrat Oanda in front of him had a total of 3,000 warriors and 6,000 militiamen, and was the second member of the Lake District Legion.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Oanda's mouth, as if with a silent mockery. Then, he really sneered loudly.

"Prince Feather, who is brave and stubborn to fight, you are familiar with the real battlefield, and you must know: in this dry season, in this open plain, the trajectory of the army's actions cannot be concealed. With the scale of our march, The raised smoke covers the sky and can be easily seen by enemies more than ten miles away, or even farther! So I don't know why the prince made a detour from the south and took these two days of unnecessary travel."

"And if the Mexicans want to attack us, they will inevitably send an army of more than 10,000 people! Their actions are also unobstructed, and the smoke and dust from the east will soon be seen here."

Speaking of this, Oanda, who had gone through the battle formation, looked east, silently for a moment, and continued to speak.

"'Feather' Peng Guali, we have about six or seven quarters of time to prepare the whole army and form a formation. Then two quarters of an hour later, the two armies will officially engage. We should first launch a charge, not give Opportunity for the other party to deploy!"

Peng Guali was stunned for a moment, then tiptoed to the east. In the distant position in the east, the smoke and dust can be vaguely seen, and it is approaching here. He recalled the might of the Mexica army again, the pride in his heart suddenly faded, and he showed hesitation.

"Oanda, the army is a little tired after marching for half a day. There are neither hills and hills that can occupy the land, nor town fortresses that can rely on... If you retreat a dozen miles, it is a river that has come all the way. Relying on the river The navy can protect our left or right flank and respond to the coach at any time. Moreover, in the west of the river, I remember there is a hill that is dozens of meters high, which can occupy a favorable geographical location..."

Oanda listened with a calm face, and the more he listened, the more ugly his face became, and finally he couldn't help but scream out in anger, interrupting the army commander's thoughts.

"Peng Guali! When the two armies are fighting, there is an advance and no retreat, but you leave your life and death to the gods, and you just bury your head in the fight! The elite warriors can move flexibly, how can these clumsy militia be mobilized in front of the enemy? Once they are randomly commanded, When the army collides, it is the end of the collapse without a fight. Since you are lucky enough to become the commander, you must take up the responsibility of the commander and do not give ridiculous orders! …

Cardinals and kestrels both have gorgeous feathers. The former is just bragging, and is afraid of real wolves, while the latter spreads its wings and soars in the sky, dashing bravely towards the black panther in the jungle! As a noble family in the Lake District, you must be worthy of your name, and don't let the warriors of Chapala be ashamed! "

Peng Guali's face crossed with blue and red, and he clenched the noble divine scepter in his hand, almost trying to swing it out. The last person who dared to yell at him like this has become a prisoner of the Mexicans, and he doesn't know his life or death! With a cold face, he looked at Oanda in front of him, neither ordering nor speaking.

Not far behind him, another big noble wearing a silver-white robe saw the two arguing and hurried over. With a smile like a spring breeze, he stretched out his hands, held the two commanders, and persuaded with a smile.

"The supreme prince of 'feather', respected commander of 'sky', what you said makes sense! It is indeed safe to retreat ten miles to the rear, occupying a favorable terrain and standing in an invincible position. But the Mexicans are ahead. , I don't know the number yet, and walking without a fight is always a bit of a loss of morale. The army in the Lake District is so powerful, the warriors and militiamen are eager to fight for glory with the belief that they will win.

Seeing that King Qin Congcan is only a few days away, as long as the incoming enemy is defeated, there will be no obstacles. At that time, everyone will be heroes to save the capital! The nobles of the Chapala Lake District can finally raise their eyebrows in front of the nobles of the royal capital, and even go a step further! "

Hearing the words of the noble in white, Peng Guali's expression softened slightly. He gave Oanda a stern look, and the other party also knew that he was in a serious tone just now~www.mtlnovel.com~ and bowed his head slightly at this time, expressing obedience and concession. Afterwards, Peng Guali exerted a little force to break free from the grasped arm, and then smiled slightly at the other party.

"Respected 'Silver' Taikata, what you said is indeed reasonable, and let me wait and see the enemy's army!"

The meaning of Taikata is silver, silver, which means the brilliance of the gods. This is another noble family name. Taikata is the third member of the Lake District Legion. He has two thousand warriors and four thousand militiamen in his hands. He is very gentle and polite. Everyone sold him a face and maintained the superficial harmony among the great nobles of the coalition army.

Then, the "feather" commander pondered for a moment, and asked the guard beside him who was familiar with the terrain.

"Where is this place?"

"Dear Prince, this is the plain called Takuro between Sakap and Patzcuaro Lake District."

"What does Takuro mean?"

"Takuro is a resting place, a place where flocks of birds fall from the sky. In the earliest days, it was a puddle meadow with lush water and grass. Later, the ancestors migrated, and after reclamation, it became a fertile field."

The guard quickly recalled, lowered his head and answered in a deep voice.

See the smoke in the east is finally clearly visible

Chapter end

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