The sun is ruthless and the autumn wind is chilling. Between the solitude of heaven and earth is the king's battlefield.
Shulot stood on the hillside, watching King Tisoke from a distance.
The king wears a skull helmet and plain white armor, still looking like a majestic and terrifying evil warrior. The helmet covered the face, and the king's expression could not be seen clearly. He just faced the direction of Avitt, staring at the other royal flag.
Marching in the mountains and forests is always difficult, and Tisok's carriage was lost somewhere long ago. Now he carries the king's flag on his back, and the huge umbrella canopy makes him particularly conspicuous. Tisok's warriors looked at his king's banner from time to time, as if it was their only remaining source of morale.
Next to Tisok was the tall and burly commander-in-chief Totec with a cold expression. The rock-like commander-in-chief, the true backbone of the army, was carefully observing Avitt's warrior formation. His eyes swept across the other royal flag, but he was not moved at all.
Totec wears a double layer of leather armor with a broken hair pattern. He held up a giant shield over one meter high in his left hand, held a war club also over one meter high in his right hand, and carried a huge two-handed copper ax nearly two meters long on his back. His unusually strong body carries dozens of kilograms of equipment, but it does not affect his agility in action at all.
Xiulote recalled Totec, the blow that smashed the stone platform with his hands, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "This is the man who truly surpasses the jaguar, the unparalleled warrior in the world!"
Next to the commander-in-chief with severed hair, there are five hundred guard warriors who also have severed hair and tattoos. These loyal king's guards have the strongest individual combat capabilities. Many of them wear double armor and hold armor-piercing copper axes.
They have indifferent expressions and are silent. They have been trained rigorously for many years and have good discipline. Broken-haired guards are often specially selected from civilian warriors, and there are even many foreign warriors. As long as the royal banner does not fall, their loyalty will never change.
Behind the Praetorian Guards is the Noble Chapter of a Thousand Eagles, heavy shield infantry who are good at forming formations. Most of these first-level military nobles came from small aristocratic families. Looking at the royal flag opposite, they felt vaguely commotion. Totec glanced back majestically, and the military nobles bowed their heads in salute and shut up in solemn silence.
On the outside, there are seven thousand warriors directly under the royal family. Warriors of all levels wore leather armor of different colors. Their faces were weather-beaten, with the emaciation of hunger and the exhaustion of marching in the mountains and forests. Unlike the Eagle Noble Legion, they did not dare to make any noise, but looked at the same royal flag and the same legion opposite with complicated expressions.
Many warriors lowered their heads slightly, obviously feeling low in morale. They laid siege to Otopan for many years, plagued by the rainy season. Then they retreated in failure, and were chased and harassed by the Otomi people all the way, enduring the rain, dew, and lack of food in the mountains. Seeing that he is about to return home, and now he is facing off against the royal army of the same clan... Many people can't help but think of the recent rumors.
On the right wing of the direct warriors were four thousand city-state warriors. Most of them came from the legions of the holy city of Teotihuacan. These city-state warriors have disheveled faces and dusty faces. They are excluded from the immediate peripheral warriors and are obviously not trusted. They were on the south side of the military formation, blocking the southbound passage intentionally or unintentionally.
Shulot stood on tiptoe and looked around. He passed many familiar figures and finally saw his father. Wearing an animal helmet and carrying a battle flag, Shusok looked thin and tall. He was gathering with the city-state's two hundred jaguar regiments to form an assault team. At this time, the father also silently looked at the royal flag of Avitt, where his son was.
Behind them are ten thousand militiamen who have been recruited. The militiamen were far away, carrying various baggage and supplies. They were only equipped with crude stone weapons, and under the management of the village leader, they gathered in groups, making a mess and noise.
If it is a siege, the militiamen can be used as coolies to build strongholds and fill trenches. However, in the large-scale warrior battle in front of them, the commanders all forgot about the militiamen. Because these militiamen with only stone spears were ineffective against the warriors and would only occupy precious fighting space in vain.
Looking at the Tisoc Legion in front of him who was short of soldiers and food, the young man couldn't help but think of his first meeting with the king in Teotihuacan.
At that time, the Mexica army consisted of twenty legions and more than 70,000 warriors. It is as majestic as a long river, as majestic as a mountain range, its majestic power dominates the heaven and earth, and its power envelopes the wilderness.
But now, everything is blown away like rain and wind.
"That's what a man should do." The decisive battle was about to take place. The young man felt that his lips were dry and he always wanted to say something, "Bah, bah, that's not good. He should be the one to take his place."
"No, this is not good either. Those who have gained the right will get more help, while those who have lost the right will get less help..."
"Yes, King Wu had good intentions in attacking the merchants! Siwu accepted it, defeated Yin and restrained Liu, Qi Ding'er's merit..."
The young man was lost in thought when he felt his shoulders suddenly sink. The young man looked up and saw the majestic and solemn Avitt. He was also wearing a bloody battle robe, carrying the king's flag, wearing a sword, and holding a ruby scepter.
"Xulot, don't be nervous." Avitt was actually able to relax and smile, "When things get tough, all you need to do is relax your courage. This is what you said to me."
"Look at the distance to the king's flag on the opposite side. Can the longbow reach there?"
Shulot stretched out his hand to measure the distance. He closed his left eye, opened his right eye, then straightened his right arm and raised his right thumb. Then let the left side of your thumb stick to the target king flag, and open and close your eyes alternately.
"The current distance is more than five hundred meters, and it is impossible for a long bow to reach it." The young man calculated silently in his mind for a moment and answered seriously. Immediately, he measured the landmarks ahead.
"If we can lead Tisoke to the big rock in front, it will be within three hundred meters, just within the range of the longbow!" The young man said with certainty.
"Okay!" Avitt nodded, "I will invite Tisok to meet later and find a way to get him as close as possible. He probably doesn't know the range of the longbow yet. You lead the longbow guards and slowly move forward, and then reduce the distance. Some distance on both sides.”
"As soon as I wave the staff in my right hand, the longbow guards will focus their fire on him! Give him a glorious warrior death!"
The young man nodded vigorously, feeling slightly excited. If the king could be killed in one fell swoop, this battle would be easily won. The army on the opposite side will surrender without a fight!
Thulot then summoned Bertard and one hundred and fifty longbow guards. He gave careful instructions, and the longbow warriors took out their powerful longbows and replaced them with armor-piercing copper arrows, always ready.
"The great new Grand Tratoani, the controller of Tenochtitlan, the city in the lake, the holder of Montezuma's staff, the glorious Avit, and his brother who has the same blood, will always Meet the former king deposed by the priesthood, the failed alliance commander, and the incompetent Tisok!"
Dozens of war priests walked to the front of the formation, holding high the flag of Ketoko, which had the crest of the chief priests. They shouted in unison to the army on the opposite side. The excited voices reached the ears of most of the warriors, and there was a commotion among the direct warriors in the front row.
Following the shout, Wang Qi on the opposite side also responded. Tisok moved forward almost instantly, anger burning fiercely in his chest, almost turning him into the flames of the sun god.
Totec frowned slightly, the cold and stern commander always had a stone face. He took two quick steps forward to cover the king beside him, and then stretched out his strong arms, half to support and half to stop him.
"King, this is deliberately irritating you, don't be fooled!"
Tisok took two more steps forward as hard as he could. Perhaps he couldn't drag the burly commander back, so he calmed down.
"Go forward! I want to meet this traitor! Totec, can I trust your bravery?"
"I will die for you!" Totec made a fist with one hand and put his fist on his chest.
"I don't know what the situation in the royal city is like. The morale of the army worries me. This traitor must be killed in this battle! Be prepared, I will get as close as possible to him."
"As long as I wave the magic staff, you will lead the guards to rush forward and split my dear brother in half!"
"I will die for you!" Totec did not hesitate and bowed his head to accept the order.
Then, under Totec's order, five hundred warriors with broken hair raised their shields high and swarmed forward. They all protected Tisok and moved forward surrounded by the king's banner.
Under the strict protection of hundreds of elite family warriors, Avit marched forward carrying the royal flag. Beside him, Stanley, who was as strong as a bear, also held up a giant shield to protect him.
Behind him, Shulot was wearing a battle armor and a face-covering helmet, looking inconspicuous. He didn't want Tisoke to notice it just yet, lest it hurt his father. Bertard led the longbow guards at the end, and the warriors' longbows were hidden behind their tabards and shields.
Shulot was slightly moved. Neither of the two kings led the Jaguar or Eagle regiments.
It seems that in the royal civil war, the Jaguars and Eagles, as the backbone military nobles of the alliance, had very wavering loyalty and were not completely trusted by the kings. This is like the cowardly Xue army in Mongolia. During the Mongolian civil war between Kublai Khan and Ali Buge, they were also secretly suspected by the Khans of both sides.
"Then." The young man thought for a moment, "As long as the Eagle Chapter on the opposite side is separated from Tisoke, without direct military instructions, the Eagle nobles will probably paddle through the water and not fight to the death."
Thinking of this, Shulot subconsciously glanced in the direction of his father and the more than three thousand Holy City warriors there. Then, he thought of his father's message and nodded slightly.
The two royal flags gradually approached. Avitt held up the magic staff of the conqueror Montezuma and looked calmly at Tisoke opposite.
Tisok also held up the staff. This is an ancient sacred object awarded by the chief priest of the Great Temple when he ascended the throne. It is an ancient inheritance of the Mexica ancestors and represents the supreme divine power.
Back then, the late king Montezuma created another divine staff in order to circumvent the interference of the chief priests and increase the influence of the royal power. Later, Montezuma respected the ancient holy city, intervened in the election of the high priests, supported the high priests who came from the royal family, and then elevated the high priests to an equal status with the chief priests.
After spending his whole life, the late king Montezuma finally cut the supreme theocratic power in half and divided it into two different theocratic centers to check and balance each other.
Of these two wands, one represents innovation and royal authority, and the other represents conservatism and divine authority. At this time, they were held high in the hands of the two kings, determined to tell the difference!
After more than two hundred meters, the two sides finally stood still. The warriors held sticks and shields and stood ready.
"Avit! You insidious snake!"
Just after standing still, looking at Avit's royal uniform and divine staff, Tisok finally couldn't bear the anger in his heart. He roared angrily.
"I should have thrown you into the abyss early, let you struggle and moan in the underground sacrificial lake, and be bitten to pieces by crocodiles! I should not have hesitated and failed to follow the advice of the chief priest before giving you this poisonous snake a chance. !..."
Tisok completely lost control of his emotions and was just cursing furiously.
Shulot shook his head. Under the successive defeats, the once majestic and terrifying lion turned into a furious and powerless groundhog, roaring incompetently.
"Tisok, you failed! Kechar has betrayed you a long time ago! The chief priest and elders have announced that you will be deposed, and I have ascended the throne in the capital! Give up! For the sake of you as my brother, I only I will imprison you and let you spend the rest of your life in peace!"
Avitt looked at Tisok with a smile. He didn't care about the curses, and even felt unusually happy with Tisok's performance. He smiled and loudly urged his brother to surrender.
"Lies, they are all lies! I have already contacted Kechar, and the capital is still firmly under our control. You are just a buzzing mosquito! Reinforcements are on the way, and food is also being delivered. As long as the If you crush this mosquito, we can still win the Otomi War!
The warriors on the other side! As long as you turn from darkness to light and return allegiance to your king, I, King Tisoc, swear to the patron saint Huitzilopochtli to forgive your sins and never punish anyone! "
The young man nodded first, then shook his head.
Regardless of his military literacy, Tisoke is a qualified king after all. Stabilizing the morale of the military, promising the future, and winning over warriors are all basic operations. But obviously, the Otomi War has become the king's obsession. Until this time, Tisock was unwilling to end the war, and his persuasion would therefore be in vain.
"The bottom line cannot be violated, it will become a weakness, and weakness will bring death." Shulot said softly to himself.
Tisok looked at the opposite side with disappointment. The warriors lowered their heads slightly under the king's gaze, but did not make too many movements.
"Tisok has been deposed! His sins belong to only one person! Surrender, warriors on the opposite side! Let's end the war and go home together!"
Avitt also changed his target and shouted to the warrior on the opposite side. Hearing the word "go home", the loyal guards were unmoved, but the ordinary warriors who were swaying became a little commotion.
Feeling that the situation was becoming unfavorable, Tisok waved his magic staff forward and lifted the table directly: "Go to hell! You viper who talks lies!"
Seeing the signal, Totec immediately let out a thunderous roar. He held a huge two-handed battle ax, and like a wild beast, he rushed towards Avitt's royal flag with unstoppable courage. Hundreds of warriors with broken hair also launched a charge, leaving only nearly a hundred people to guard the king.
Facing the charging guards, Avitt did not hesitate. He waved the staff with all his strength, and one hundred and fifty long bows were instantly drawn, making a dull buzzing sound. Then, there was a huge roar, and hundreds of copper arrows, like thunder and lightning, pierced the sky and shot towards the king's flag on the opposite side!
