The sun shines on the vast wilderness of the plateau. Under the sky, two huge legions approached each other. The warriors carried the same flag, wore the same armor, spoke the same language, and had familiar faces. One side is noisily and excitedly welcoming friendly troops, while the other side is silently waiting for its opponent.
The king's flag waved under the ceremonial guard, signaling to the opposite side to speed up. The middle-aged commander Ketoko on the opposite side was not in a hurry and even started to slow down. His suspicion was getting worse. Shulot was a little confused. He looked at the central army further back, only to find that two thousand warriors were already moving slowly. It was obvious that the real target of the flag wave was them.
Only two or three hundred meters away from the flag, the middle-aged commander looked at the king's flag again for a while, and seemed to finally determine that something was wrong. He suddenly stopped and shouted a few words urgently to the side. Then the flag bearer beside him quickly waved the flag for support, the musician blew a sharp warning conch, and the guards surrounded the commander and began to retreat.
Avitt didn't wait any longer and waved immediately. With flags waving and war drums beating, one thousand jaguars and three thousand warriors rushed towards Ketoko not far away. The remaining ten thousand warriors were also divided into two teams, separating the opposite front and rear armies from the two wings. The two thousand Avitt family warriors in the central army quickly separated from each other, half of them separated the remaining two thousand central army, and the other half flanked the middle-aged commander from behind.
The momentum is like a flat lake, and the movement is like thunder. In just a moment, Ketoko was surrounded by five thousand warriors. Shulot and Akap commanded the accompanying priests and warriors to shout loudly: "King Tisok was attacked and was killed by the Otomi people! The noble brother of the king has succeeded to the throne and became the new Tratoani! "
"The king is dead, and the king's younger brother succeeds to the throne!" Terrifying shouts resounded throughout the wilderness. Avitt held high the scepter representing the royal power and carried the huge flag of the commander-in-chief, shining in the golden light of the setting sun. The bright light attracted the attention of the soldiers, and the warriors of the three armies on the opposite side hesitated for a while. They looked around at the expressions of their comrades, quietly lowered their weapons, and stopped charging to support them, not knowing what to do.
Only the surrounded Ketoko was still shouting loudly, commanding hundreds of guards to respond to the enemy, while ordering the Chinese army not far away to support them. The warriors in the Chinese army hesitated for a moment, and then prepared to fight again under the orders of the middle-aged commander.
Samurai Captain Bertard glanced at Schlott and asked for the order to shoot. The 150-man Longbow Guard has moved to a position more than 200 meters away from Ketoko. They nocked their arrows and aimed at Ketoko and the commander's guard from a distance.
The young warrior hesitated slightly at first: once the long bow fired, the commander and a large number of guards on the opposite side would suffer heavy casualties. After only a few seconds of consideration, he made his decision.
The young warrior's brows were furrowed, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and he was about to wave his hand and give the order.
At this moment, a tall and strong young Jaguar warrior suddenly roared like a tiger and rushed out from the family warrior group at the rear. He grabbed his comrade's heavy shield, raised both shields, and rushed into the thin guards. He jumped up and down, like a tiger pouncing on food, and hit Ketoko.
The middle-aged commander is obviously no longer as agile as he once was. He turned around to retreat, but his steps couldn't keep up with the movement of turning his head, and he was knocked down by the young jaguar's attack. Then the young warrior struck with a shield, knocking Ketoko unconscious. Then he strangled his neck to intimidate the surrounding supporting guards. When the guards lost their command and were unable to advance or retreat, the warriors turned their war clubs and skillfully knocked them unconscious with their wooden sides.
Then, the young Jaguar warrior suddenly used his hands to break Ketoko's command flag, and then roared proudly.
The six thousand reinforcements warriors stared blankly at the slowly falling flag, the two thousand comrades who suddenly "rebelled", and the captured Ketoko and the guards under the flag. In their ears were the cries of "The king is dead, the king's brother succeeds to the throne!" In their sight, Avit's king's ceremonial guard and gemstone scepter were shining brightly in the setting sun. Finally, they looked around again at the twice as many warriors surrounding them.
The reinforcements warriors finally put down their weapons. They fell to their knees, surrendering to the superiority of their compatriots and to the authority of the divine royal family. The incident occurred suddenly and without clear instructions, the militiamen in the rear were at a loss. They watched the royal disputes in confusion, and it was not until the victor had emerged that the militia leaders paid their respects and offered them food, grass, and loyalty.
Avitt quickly dispatched his cronies to seize the surrendered reinforcements and took into custody all the battalion-level "commanders of thousands" and legion-level "commanders of ten thousand". The captured Ketoko and his guards were stripped of their armor and weapons and handed over to the care of the most loyal family warriors.
The brief attack lasted less than a quarter of an hour. The warriors on both sides restrained each other. In total, only more than 60 commanders and guards were killed in the battle, and more than 100 warriors were slightly injured.
When the sun completely set in the sky, Avitt finally had some free time. He gathered his cronies together and enjoyed a simple post-victory marching dinner, with each person having two glasses of low-alcohol tequila. Then, he stretched out his hand to call the young Jaguar warrior to come closer. The warrior took off his beast helmet, knelt down respectfully, and saluted Avitt.
Shulot looked carefully. The warrior who just killed the general and captured the flag was only twenty-four or five years old. He has short hair, a broad forehead, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and wears a jaguar bone ring on his nose, which symbolizes bravery. The bone ring fell on the thick lips, carrying the wild atmosphere of the jungle. When the tiger's eyes open and close, there is even more fierce murderous intent that cannot be concealed, like a walking beast.
Avitt smiled and introduced to Xurot and Acap: "This is the youngest jaguar warrior in my family, twenty-four-year-old Staley. He once captured eight senior Terrans by himself. A Skara warrior, thus being promoted to the first level of military nobility, a warrior more ferocious than a jaguar!"
"Staley, you fought well this time and captured the flag with great merit! When you finish your big job and return to the capital, I will promote you to a second-level hereditary noble! Come, salute and toast to those sitting here."
Staley raised his head, his young face full of high-spirited confidence. He glanced at the generals proudly, then nodded at Avitt's instructions, bowed slightly, and tried his best to contain the fierce fighting spirit in his body.
He first respectfully saluted and toasted to the fifth-level hyena priest Shulot. Then he paused and jumped directly over the plainly dressed warrior captain Bertard next to Shulot. Once again, he respectfully saluted and toasted to Akap, who had been promoted to the third level black and white priest.
Just as the fifth-level hyena priests represent Shulotl, the god of death, the third-level black and white priests also represent Ometeotel, the most revered god of day and night among the Otomi people. In the myths of different tribes, the status of gods varies greatly. The most noble Chaos Priest of the Otomi people, among the Mexica people, can only serve as an ordinary third-level black and white priest.
Shulot noticed a flash of anger in the eyes of the warrior commander next to him, and then quickly regained his composure. He sighed softly and reached out to pat Bertard on the shoulder. When I go back this time, I will definitely be promoted to a warrior commander to a first-class military noble.
Bertard was born into the civilian class. Although he was extremely brave and good at fighting and had good commanding skills, he wasted his time in the military. After being promoted to the fourth level of senior warrior at the age of thirty, he was unable to make further progress for several years, stuck at the threshold of an elite fighting group of military nobles.
Orosh, who is also in his thirties and born into a noble family, is a long-famous Jaguar warrior, a first-class military aristocrat, and the "Captain of Thousands" of the veteran camp under Legion Commander Shusok.
But now, Staley, who was born into a royal family, is only twenty-four years old, and is already a senior first-level military noble, and is about to become a second-level hereditary noble!
In Xuelote's view, the three men's martial arts were actually equivalent. Counting bows and arrows, Bertard was even better. In terms of commanding ability, the older and more experienced Bertard and Oros also have obvious advantages. But in this era, and even the next era, people's destiny cannot be completely controlled by themselves. The family you are born in already determines the speed of your rise and the ceiling of your promotion.
"In addition to educational reform, we must also consider military reform. At least we must open up the upward path from civilian warriors to military aristocrats. The battalion-level commanders of the army need experienced civilian warriors." Xiulote made up his mind.
Everyone then raised their glasses and drank together, enjoying a refreshing intoxication under the low-alcohol tequila. These wines were found in the logistics supplies of the reinforcements, but they were only 4 to 5 degrees Celsius, which was like white water to the strong warriors.
After drinking two glasses of wine quickly and having a simple dinner, Avitt ordered the generals to return to the camp. The warriors should return to combat status and prepare for the next battle.
There were only three people left around the campfire again. The fire went out, and the three looked at each other for a moment, then laughed heartily. Today is the first and most crucial step to a successful hunt.
Now, they already have 22,000 warriors, nearly 20,000 militiamen, and military orders to support the Xilotepec camp!
