The stone fort where the king garrisoned was located on the top of a hill nearly 100 meters away. The terrain was extremely dangerous and it was the core of the southern defense line. The watchtower on the fort is the highest point in this area. From here, you can have a clear view of the battle situation.
The clear sunshine shines on the top of the towering stone castle, and the garrisoned warriors salute the supreme king. The breeze blew through the wooden watchtower, the flags of the three gods stretched in the wind, and the royal eagle flag fluttered. At the center of the watchtower, there is a king's flag that has been passed down for hundreds of years. It has been passed down from the hands of the first ancestor Talia Kuri to this day.
Su Angua stood under the banner and raised his head silently. The royal eagle spreads its wings and flies on the banner of glory. Immediately, he looked at the front line of the battle, and his mind became broad. In front of us are rolling hills, covered with tall green trees, spreading towards the majestic Eastern Mountains. Beside the hills and rivers, there are stone forts and wooden villages in the mountains. The flags of the Kingdom and the Alliance sometimes alternate, sometimes get closer, flying on the ruthless battlefield.
At this moment, the sound of fighting came from the distant wind, occasionally mixed with shrill howls, announcing the cruelty of the battle. In front of the hilly stone fortress at the forefront, a high platform of earth was vaguely visible. Archers from both sides shot arrows at each other and died alternately. From time to time, warriors fell from high places and twisted into strange shapes on the ground, adding new dye to the earth.
On the ground, the Mexica warriors held their shields high, held up the stone and arrows from the top of the city, carried long wooden and bamboo ladders, and suddenly set up on the top of the city again. Immediately, the warriors holding war clubs rushed forward with wild shouts, fought with the militiamen gathered on the city wall, and then fell silently. Usually, a Mexica warrior can always rely on his shield and cotton armor to forcibly kill several militiamen, and then be pierced by a bronze spear from nowhere, and then his soul returns to the Kingdom of God.
When the longbows outside the fortress fired concentratedly, dozens of Tarasco militiamen died immediately, and a certain gap immediately became tight. Led by the Jaguar Nobles, the Mexican warriors took the opportunity to climb up, raising their shields and gathering more and more. Facing the critical moment, the kingdom's military nobles set an example and led the prepared Tarasco warriors to attack first, wielding bronze spears, and faced the elite enemy troops first. Then, the vassal tribal leaders followed, leading Tekos warriors with tattoos and tattoos, waving stone hammers and bronze spears, roaring and joining the battle group.
These warriors, also wearing armor, fought fiercely, shouting the names of the gods, and went to different divine kingdoms. Their heads were smashed with war clubs, their chests and abdomen were pierced with bronze spears, their shoulders were broken by stone hammers, and they fell together while hugging each other. Bodies kept rolling down the city, some falling in the fortress, and clever militiamen stepped forward. They opened their still warm arms, took off their blood-stained armor, and put it on themselves to increase any chance of survival.
However, in the eyes of the king, these figures who were still fighting were nothing more than tens of thousands of ants struggling under the throne. Their fate has long been determined!
"There were originally more than 10,000 warriors and 30,000 militiamen on the southern front. I brought 2,000 bronze ax guards, 5,000 elite spear militiamen, and 5,000 barbarian mercenaries who were good at fighting. The Tekos people from the south came to support 10,000 tribal warriors. The Lake District then sent another 20,000 militiamen. These are 23,000 warriors, 10,000 elite militiamen, and 50,000 city defense militiamen!"
Su Angua's heart was filled with excitement, what a huge army this was, enough to dominate the world.
Suddenly, there was a series of loud "bangs", accompanied by cheers from the Mexicans. The king looked up again and saw the enemy's huge wooden beast throwing heavy stone bullets in succession. The flying stone bullets had no accuracy and luckily landed on the top of the city, knocking down several defending enemy soldiers. The actual damage caused by the stone bullets was not great, but under the impact of dozens of kilograms of stone bullets, the whole body of the deceased was broken, which was extremely miserable. Facing the roar of the wood beast, the morale of the militiamen suddenly dropped.
Su Angua's heart felt heavy again when he thought of the military force on the opposite side, and a mountain of pressure fell on his shoulders.
"Since the battle in June, nearly a quarter of the troops in my hands have been lost. Five thousand warriors and fifteen thousand militiamen have been killed on the southern front! The Mexicans built wooden beasts capable of throwing stones and piled them up to stand The longbowmen's earthen platforms and small wooden villages cannot hold on for long, and they can only rely on the stone forts on the advantageous terrain."
"Surrounding several key fortresses, the kingdom invested 13,000 warriors and 30,000 ordinary militiamen to fight the Mexicans across the board. The army suffered hundreds of casualties every day, and consumed one hundred thousand kilograms of food and grass!"
The young king looked solemn and resolute. There is firm confidence in his brows, and he is not afraid of any fight.
"With my battle flag here, the southern front is as stable as the towering Choloro Volcano! Even with new weapons, the casualties of the Mexican warriors will never be less. This offensive will never last much longer! First Hundreds of imitation longbows have been put into the battlefield, let the Mexicans have a taste of their own weapons!"
Thinking of this, Su Angua roared loudly and looked towards the distant east. As far as he could see, he could vaguely see another tall stone castle, where the flag of the King of Mexica was flying high.
King Avit sat calmly in the main hall of the stone castle, opening the book in his hand. He looked calm and indifferent to the cruel fighting outside. The specific battles on the front line were planned by the experienced commander Iskali, and then the loyal general Stanley was in charge. The king only had to wait patiently.
"The king's flag is here to encourage the warriors to fight forward, whether there is life or death!"
The king looked at the book, silently counting the casualties of each warrior camp, and thought faintly.
"In the early days of the war, Iskali's advance was relatively smooth. After June, the war became more and more difficult. The enemy's royal flag arrived in August, and it was difficult for the front to advance. It was really a recurrence of the past!"
Avitt smiled indifferently, and the past disappeared with the wind. Now, he finally has mastered the huge power of the alliance and is the party with absolute advantage.
"Two thousand military aristocratic battle groups, thirty thousand warriors directly under the royal family, and thirteen thousand southern city-state legions. The Southern Route Army has a total of forty-five thousand warriors! At the end of the autumn harvest, twenty thousand militiamen were recruited to the front line to build siege equipment and build archery A high platform. Forty thousand militiamen transport grain and grass, and they set up strongholds at each level to transport grain. The grain road is as stable as the towering Husco volcano!"
"More importantly, the Western Expedition has the call of the gods for war, the support of the elders and high priests, and the joining of the great nobles who are eager to enfeoff! The warriors can withstand higher casualties and always maintain high morale. Even though six thousand warriors and eight thousand militiamen have been lost, the alliance will continue the war until the final victory!"
"With the support of new weapons, the casualties in attacking the fortress will be maintained at an acceptable ratio. How long can the Kingdom of Tarasco hold on now?"
Thinking of this, the king finally looked to the west, looking at the invisible flag of King Tarasco in the distance, and smiled.
At this time, Avitt did not know the battle situation of the Northern Route Army, nor had he heard of the huge water battle. He planned the war situation in the south, dealt with countless general affairs, and also thought about sneak attacks around the waterway.
It wasn't until a few days later that a messenger from the capital in the lake came in a hurry. The king stood up in shock and asked loudly.
"Victory in the water battle?!"
"Yes. After the Battle of Lake Eureria, the Tarasco Navy ceased to exist, and the entire Leman River was owned by the Alliance!"
"Is it really such a great victory?"
Avitt repeated again in disbelief. He is well aware of the power of the Tarasco Navy and the centuries-old heritage of the "Crocodile" family.
"The commander of the navy told it personally in the capital! Your Highness is brave and fearless, commanding the battle with arrows in his back, and the new vertical rocket performs miraculous effects!"
"Xulot was injured? How is the injury?"
There was a rare trace of nervousness on the king's face.
"I heard that there is nothing serious. His Highness has sent his troops south to surround the river mouth fortress!"
Hearing this, Avitt relaxed, and then laughed loudly, feeling extremely happy.
"Good, great! My young eagle has finally grown up, spread its dark wings, and soared in the vast sky! The land in the lake, the City of Hummingbirds, will be owned by the Alliance!"
As the king laughed, many nobles leaned over to congratulate him. The warriors looked yearning, worshiping His Highness in the North, and thinking about the future of victory. In the shadow of the throne, there was only the silent intelligence officer.
And hundreds of miles away in the east, a real young eagle fluttered its wings for the first time. It hovered in the sky for a moment, looking down at the magnificent lake city for the first time, and let out a proud "yoyo" cry. After a while, the little golden eagle fluttered down, flew back to the king's palace, and landed on the shoulder of the girl in white.
Little Avelot shouted "Yo yo" again. It tilted its head and looked at the various herbs in the girl's hands. It was not interested in plants with strange smells. So, the little golden eagle tilted its neck and rubbed the girl's cheek with the soft hair. There was a natural pride on the eagle's face.
"That's great. Little Avelot, you can finally fly!"
Alyssa smiled with crooked eyes, put down the mixed herbs, and reached out to grab the cute eagle into her arms. The cute eagle did not resist, but turned to rub against the girl's arms, and continued to moan loudly from time to time.
"Okay, okay. I know you are very powerful! As powerful as Shulot!... He just won a big victory in the north. Little Avelot, you fly very fast, when can you fly?" Can you help me go see him?"
The girl in white caressed the cute eagle's little head gently, then turned to look northwest. My thoughts are like flying birds, flying across thousands of rivers and mountains. I don't know when they will fly back and fall softly into his heart.
In the temple area not far away, the high priest was smiling, showing a rare sense of relaxation. The Northern Route Army overwhelmed all the military forces of the Holy City and also invested half of the temple guards. The huge pressure kept him awake all night. At this moment, he summoned the elders of the Twelve Priests, as well as the royal family branches that supported the Northern Route Army, and had a feast in the glorious priests' hall.
"The supreme god, blesses the devout king, and promises supreme victory! Holy elders, noble nobles, let us raise our glasses together to congratulate the Northern Route Army on their great victory!"
After saying the meaningful blessing, the high priest smiled and looked at everyone, waiting for everyone's public statement.
"The Lord God bless you and congratulate the king!" These are the priests and elders who are biased towards the king.
"The Lord God bless you, congratulations to Your Highness!" These are the priests and elders who are biased toward Your Highness.
"The Lord God bless you, congratulations to the king!" This is an ambiguous comment.
"The Lord God bless you, congratulations to the current king, and congratulations to the future king!" This is the royal branch that truly comes from the same lineage.
The voice of congratulations gradually drifted away and came to the fleet on the shore of Lake Texcoco. Naval Commander Annatri stood proudly on the bow of the ship, with the newly drawn commander's flag behind him. On the flag, a long river flows westward, and several large characters are written in the east, which is "the source of the Leman River"!
The female warrior waved her hand and turned away from the tall and thin quartermaster Bergere on the shore. She waved her spear flag again and shouted loudly.
"The navy sets out! Head to the city of Xilotepec!"
More than a hundred large boats and hundreds of small boats started slowly. They loaded a whole shipload of food and headed to the important northern town to pick up the reinforcements promised for half a year.
In the important town in the north, in the palace of the former Otomi descendants, General "Jaguar" Ocerol paced back and forth without saying a word, his hands behind his back. On his body was the murderous aura that had just returned from the battle in the north, and it seemed that there was blood that could not be wiped away.
The northern general thought for a long time before sighing softly.
"Now that the water battle has been won, the siege of the city is only a matter of time. Your Highness's situation is complete! The situation is like this... The Northern Route Army is short of the troops to besiege the city, and there is no risk of damage in the war... It is reasonable and reasonable for the royal family to rush at this time. The two departments have finally made an explanation!"
Thinking of this, Ocelot finally shouted loudly.
"The personal guards, please call the envoys from the Northern Route Army to come and discuss reinforcements!"
Changfeng traveled thousands of miles, passed through the shaking world, and returned to the mouth of the Leman River again, only to see a scene of mourning.
The morning sun fell on the strong river mouth fortress, illuminating the tired warriors and militiamen on the fortress wall, as well as a newly made "crocodile" flag. On the top of the city, there were signs of damage and burning everywhere, and there was a dead silence. Only when the people delivering food walked up to the city, sporadic greetings suddenly sounded.
Outside the river mouth fortress, the defensive wooden fence is full of holes. Most of the moat in the east has been filled in in sections, while sporadic earth platforms have been built outside the city wall in the south. The newly built siege camp of the Mexica army has firmly surrounded the land in the east and south.
In the huge siege camp, the Mexican warriors prepared for a new day of fighting, the civilian husbands began to repair the damaged shield carts, the carpenters replaced the parts of the small trebuchets, and the gunpowder craftsmen carefully made flammable Paper fireball. The battle preparations for the siege were so orderly that the Mexican Legion took absolute tactical initiative and did not need to worry about attacks from the defenders.
After a while, the smoke gradually rose. The camp was filled with boiling noises, and the aroma of food wafted in the air. This was breakfast before the battle.
In the camp, Shulot set up the Black Wolf flag and stood on the marshal's high platform. He stared at the bluestone city wall, recalling the recent wars, and was silent in deep contemplation.
