Aztec Eternals Chapter 212

The gentle spring breeze blows through the soft earth, and the vast field is a beautiful spring scene. Yellow wildflowers bloom on the plains of the Lake District, and red finches fly low in pursuit. Intertwined streams sing murmur, and towering mountains rise and fall in the distant sky. The spring and sunshine are bright and the green grass is prosperous. This is a quiet and peaceful time.

However, under the bright spring light, this time is full of infinite murderous intent! Shirot climbed the hill and looked in front of him, and the mighty legion came from the end of his line of sight. The king army of Tarasco was tens of thousands, lined up in a strict queue, flowing like a torrent. The warriors' footsteps were merciless. They stepped on the blooming wildflowers, lowered their weapons, and startled the flying birds.

Shiloh stared for a moment, his pupils contracted slightly. The enemy troops marched in groups, but there was no confusion in the queue. Then, the royal legion several miles away stopped and gradually spread out to the two wings. An inherited eagle flag was immediately revealed, standing high in the center of the army formation. The young commander's gaze rested on the ancient flag, and the golden eagle was about to fly, always making people think far and a lot.

After a while, Shirot's gaze moved down and landed in the army formation under the flag, and quickly frowned. He observed the breath and turned his head to look at the samurai chief beside him.

"Is this Tarrasco's Bronze Axe Guard?"

Bertard's eagle eyes stared straight ahead and nodded solemnly.

"Yes, Your Highness. This is the core of the Tarasco royal family's **** of the world, the most elite bronze axe guard. It was the king of Tarasco in all dynasties, specially selected to compete with the most honorable Eagles in the Alliance. Formed. Unlike the noble chapters of the Alliance, the Bronze Axe Guards are pure elite warriors. They are loyal to the royal family and do not own independent fiefs, so they can withstand higher battle losses. Four years ago, they were in Afghanistan. The Pachingan Valley raided King Avit's own troops, defeated two thousand jaguar chapters, and forced King Avit to flee east.

Shilot nodded slightly, silently pondering. Avit lost his military power after that battle, and also lost the priority of succession to the throne. The capital city in the lake was ups and downs, and then, with the support of the chief priests, Tisok succeeded to the throne.

Bertard withdrew his sharp gaze and looked at Shirot with a solemn expression.

"His Royal Highness, the king of Mexica cannot be defeated in war... This janitor wears a bronze helmet, a bronze axe on his waist, and a new longbow on his back, so he needs to be careful."

Hearing this, Shirot clenched his palms slightly, but his face was full of confidence. He laughed out loud.

"Two years ago, on the north bank of the Leman River, I saw this guard once. It was just across the river, and I didn't really fight against them. Today is a good day! Come, join my loyal samurai and defeat this guard with your own hands. The world-famous Imperial Army, capture the king of Tarasco alive!"

Hearing His Highness's bold words, the surrounding pro-militaries also cheered. The commanding flag of the black wolf was erected majestically on the hill, and the 3,000 shooting corps then garrisoned under the flag. The longbow warriors took up the ground, sticking their arrows only in the dirt in front of them. The mighty melee legion crossed the hill and lined up in front of the commanding flag. The central army is 7,000 spear militiamen, the left wing is 3,000 religious warriors, and the right wing is 3,000 Quds Force. On the periphery of the samurai army, there were two thousand longbow militiamen patrolling, and one thousand elite scouts of the northern army.

As for the Western City-State Legion, they couldn't keep up with the speed of the legion, and they suffered a lot in the battle of Takuro Plain. The private armies of the nobles are wandering in their minds, and it is difficult to rely on them. In this decisive battle, Shulot just recruited hundreds of elite warriors from the city-state nobles and added them to the scout team of the Northern Army. The main force of the city-state legion was stationed in the Huayamo Fortress, maintaining the food supply while maintaining the pressure on Qin Congcan City.

The army lined up, with the commander in the middle. Shirott stood at a high place, watching the nearly 20,000 troops assembled with all his strength, his fiery pride agitated in his chest. He raised his head and looked at the vast blue sky. The misty clouds transform into the palace towers in the sky, and the sun ascends the throne of the sky. Under the eyes of the Lord God, the grand ceremony is about to begin!

"Tens of thousands of warriors of the two armies and two commanders of the gods are just sacrifices to the sun god. The rise and fall of the kingdom will be fought here!"

A few miles away, Suangua under the Eagle's flag was excited. He looked around at his cronies, boosting the morale of the generals. Seeing the lineup of the Northern Army of Mexico today, his heart suddenly sank. The opponent's army is well-organized and far outnumbered, this battle will not be easy.

So the young king summoned his trusted generals and made one last solemn promise.

"The temple of the three gods, the tombs of your ancestors, as well as your land estates, relatives and children are all protected by the stick and axe in your hands! Go back and tell the warriors under your command: Kasungchisuangwa swears here, as long as this After winning the first battle, when we return to the capital, we will spend all the land and property of the royal family and share the wealth with them! As long as this battle is won, no matter how many survivors there are, all militiamen will be promoted to samurai, and all samurai will be promoted to nobles!”

Hearing the king's promise, the officers of the battalions looked surprised and silently looked at each other for a moment. In the loyal royal army, the majesty of the king is unquestioned. After a while, the officers who had reacted paid tribute to the shrine, thanked the king for his generosity, and turned to their respective camps. Soon after, continuous cheers sounded in the legion.

Su Angua was silent. He stared at the black wolf flag on the opposite side, thought for a while, and suddenly a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"I heard that the commander-in-chief of Mexica on the opposite side is called Xiulote. He is not young, less than twenty years old?"

The cronies next to him stepped forward and bowed their heads.

"Your Majesty is wise. According to the information, the chief and deputy marshals of the North Road are the descendants of the Mexica royal family and the descendants of Isco Atel. The deputy marshal is his father Husok, and the head coach is his son Hurot. . And Shulot is the nominal heir of the current Alliance King Avit. It is said that he is only fifteen years old, and it is rumored that he is the reincarnation of a sage, Su Hui, who possesses divine enlightenment."

Su Angua shook his head slightly. To be able to command the army and achieve such a record, no matter how smart and born, it is impossible to be only fifteen years old. This is mostly a deliberate boast by the Mexicans. But even if he is twenty years old, he is still young, and he must be inexperienced in some aspects.

"Being in a branch, winning all the way, young and energetic..."

The same young king pondered for a while, and his thoughts became clearer. He called his cronies.

"In the name of the Tarasco royal family, as my messenger, I invite His Royal Highness Mexica to meet before the battle."

Afterwards, Su Angua beckoned and asked his cronies to take the first two steps, whispering in his ear.

"You hinted in your words that King Tarasco intends to surrender to His Highness Mexica. The king is willing to hand over the great capital and the fertile southern border, but only wants to enclose it in the desolate southwestern mountainous area and keep the inheritance of the royal family. Conditions can be negotiated face to face, but must be promised by His Highness."

The cronies opened their eyes in disbelief and looked at the majestic king.

"Your Majesty, this, this..."

"I've made up my mind, hurry up and spread the word!"

Su An melon's face sank like water, and shouted sharply. He watched his cronies bow their heads and walked silently to the front of the formation. Then he tilted his head slightly and called the general of the guard.

"Yuku, my loyal hound, you have always been brave and good at archery. Are you familiar with the new longbow?"

In the Prepecha language, yuku means hound and coyote. In Tarasco Kingdom, this is a noble family that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and has always been the guardian of the kingdom. Hearing the king's question, a middle-aged warrior with a simple face took two steps forward silently. He got down on one knee like a statue and bowed his head solemnly.

"Your Majesty, if you use a new longbow, you can shoot a bird within sixty steps."

"If the birds don't move, how far can you be sure?"

Yuku raised his head slightly, revealing deep eyes. He followed the king's line of sight, thought for a moment, and answered cautiously.

"Within 120 steps, you can try it. Within 100 steps, you will definitely hit the black wolf."

Su Angua nodded lightly, and then ordered.

"Yuku, quickly gather the ten best archers among the guards. I will meet the commander of the Mexicans with me later."

Then, he beckoned Yoku to step forward and whispered a few words in a low voice. Salute to Handy with a serious expression, turned around and strode away.

The young king thought about it for a while, then spoke up again.

"Come here, order the priests to raise the holy fire, hold the ceremony before the battle, and pray to the three gods! Then take the bronze armor and sturdy bronze helmets offered by the coppersmiths of Ivacio!"

The chilling army formation clanged loudly, and the burning flames burst into flames. The priests of Tarasco built the altar, poured in baskets of spices without hesitation, and burned a pleasant divine smoke. Su Angua narrowed his eyes amid the smoke. His eyes looked at the messenger of his cronies, and he watched the messenger walk out of the army formation, walk towards the enemy army, and then walk up to the top of the hill until he was in front of the handsome flag of the black wolf.

The black wolf, the symbol of death, fluttered high on the flag and howled to the new sun. Under the banner, the young commander looked surprised, looking at the enemy envoy kneeling in front of him.

"King of Tarrasco, Kazonchi of the Prepechas, Eagle of the Land of the Lake, His Majesty Suangua, His Highness to Mexica, the Inspirator of the Tenochtitlan, The black wolf in the capital of the gods, Marshal Shulot solemnly greets... For the glory of the gods, two great alliances fought **** and **** battles, the sacred blood flowed freely... At this moment, the bright red flooded the earth, and the world has reached the gods. The end of the war... The kings meet under the watchful eye of the gods, leaving an immortal proclamation..."

"The supreme sun **** rises into the sky, and the moon hangs behind the mountains. The eagle on the lake is willing to land on the cactus and let the spikes pierce its wings... It bows its head and croaks softly to the mighty black wolf, Offer the fattest fish on Lake Patzcuaro... and henceforth the eagles will enter the caves of the southwest, where they will stand on the frontier for the sun..."

Shulot skipped the ritualized preface, pondered the metaphorical words and phrases, and then asked in surprise.

"You mean, before the two armies formed, Suangua was willing to surrender to the alliance and dedicate the Patzcuaro Lake District? Southwest, garrison... He asked for a fief in the southwest?"

The messenger pursed his lips and nodded lightly silently. There was a hint of despair in his expression, and finally stubbornness.

"No, His Majesty did not say so. He just asked His Royal Highness of Mexica to stand before the battle. According to the noble etiquette of the Tula people, before the official battle, the two royal families of the gods should meet each other, Salute. This battle is destined to spread around the world and become an immortal chapter in the poet's mouth. The two kings will meet before the war and spread their names in the epic!"

Seeing the expression on the messenger's face, Shirot showed a slight smile.

"You are a good messenger, so step back and wait!"

Afterwards, two guardsmen stepped forward and took the envoy of the enemy army into the distance. Shulot looked at the enemy king's flag that was far away, and fell into contemplation. After a while, he looked at the most trusted samurai chief.

"Bottard, the battle between the two armies is imminent, and the world will be settled in one battle. At this time, Su Angua invited me to talk before the battle. What is your intention?"

Bertard thought for a while and answered quietly.

"His Royal Highness, Su Angua either surrendered sincerely, or has malicious intentions. He may have hoped to persuade His Royal Highness to find an opportunity, or he may just delay time and wait for reinforcements. But in fact, his thoughts are not important. What matters is Yes, your plan, Your Highness. Do you want Suangua to surrender?"

Hearing the question from the samurai chief, Shirot laughed.

"Of course! The result of this battle is yet to be known. Although our army is superior in numbers, the enemy is full of elites~www.mtlnovel.com~ The young commander looks at the opposite side. Tens of thousands of King Tarasco's army is well-formed and well-equipped. The Mexica Legion lined up steadily. The warm breeze brought the faint cheers of the enemy, and there was the smell of spices in the wind. The priests of Tarrasco danced wildly on the altar around the sacred fire, cheering The morale of the army.

"The Royal Legion is different from the Chapala Legion. They are united and have the will to fight to the death. In this battle, the Northern Army is all my reliable direct line. Even if the **** battle is won, I don't know how many samurai will be lost. If you only meet for a while, you can It is like a benevolent gift from the Lord God to conquer the Tarasco King Army! Qin Congcan went down without a fight, and even the Lake District can catch up with this year's spring ploughing!"

A smile appeared on Shiroutte's face. He wanted to preserve the vitality of the land of the lake, whether it be civilians or warriors. Because, in his heart, there is a broad future and too many grand plans.

Bertard looked at the young commander, at the bright light in his eyes. The samurai chief was silent for a while, then spoke slowly and relentlessly.

"Then, my Highness, can you accept Suangua's surrender?"

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