January is the beginning of the new year, a day of celebration and sacrifice. Starting from the beginning of the month, grand sacrificial ceremonies have been held in various tribes in Mexico. In every peaceful village and town, priests sang and chanted, and civilians sang and danced to spend the end of the month together in celebration.
The divine descendants and nobles of various states had no intention of singing and dancing. They sent tribute envoys, dispatched low-key spies, questioned passing merchants, and paid close attention to the battle situation between the Leman River and the Tarsus River. The two most powerful forces in the world are engaged in the most massive and cruel war between the two longest rivers.
According to distant rumors, there were hundreds of thousands of warriors fighting each other there. The fierce fighting caused birds to flee and migrate, and the blood that gathered made the two rivers change their colors. But on the front lines of fierce fighting, nobles withered like flowers, and warriors fell like raindrops. They were humbly buried in the soil together with ordinary civilians!
Hearing the news from afar, nobles from various states looked surprised and worried. The more practical impact is reflected in the markets of various city-states.
The alliance and the kingdom intercepted the caravans and forcibly confiscated supplies. The defeated troops and bandits looted everywhere, and the merchants stayed away from the warring areas. This war has been going on for so long that copperware from Tarasco, dried fish from Lake Micancho, and medicinal herbs from the mountains and forests of the West are no longer available on the market. The priests of Mexica forcibly controlled the markets of the alliance states, and the grain and salt from the valleys were also greatly reduced, not to mention the shields, cotton armor, and sharp and fragile obsidian war clubs used for war.
Among all the news, the most unexpected one is that the northern part of the Kingdom of Tarakos has been lost, and the Mexican Northern Army is approaching the capital! The divine leaders of the city-state were very shocked: "The Mexica people have the help of "god-given" weapons, and they can attack them all the way!" However, in more than half a year, the powerful Bronze Kingdom showed obvious decline, and it was difficult to resist the Mexicans. West Canadian attack.
Leaders of various states are talking a lot. They know very well that the outcome of this huge war will determine the future of the entire world!
As a result, more envoys were sent out to connect different countries. More spies received instructions to collect information about the Mexicans' new weapons. As pedestrians rush, February comes suddenly.
February is a good time to travel. The warm sunshine shines brightly, and there is no rain in the cloudless sky. The soil on the ground has become dry, the branches and leaves of shrubs on the roadside are scattered, and the number of insects and ants is also rarer than in the rainy season. Long marches become easier, also in the flat Lake Patzcuaro area.
Under the golden sunshine, "Feather" Peng Guali wore gold and silver clothing, a gorgeous feather crown on his head, and held a noble staff, shining like a messenger of the gods. He has a majestic appearance, elegant manners, incomparable majesty, and elegant and calm manners. Behind him is a gorgeous four-meter-high flag, held high by a flag officer.
The brand-new flag was flying in the air. It looked like the prince's standard in shape, and it was even better in terms of elegance. On the front of the flag is a flying quetzal bird with slender and beautiful blue-green tail feathers. On the back are abstract images of three gods with clear and bright blood-red eyes.
Under the protection of his personal guards, Peng Guali climbed onto a nearby hill and looked around in high spirits. In his eyes, there was an endless marching procession, a huge Lake District Legion!
The warriors in the Lake District were high-spirited, wearing patterned cotton armor, carrying bronze spears, war clubs and shields, and headed to the royal capital with confidence. And the militiamen gathered into loose groups, like a reunited ant colony. Taking the village as a unit, and under the restraint of the militia captain, they carried the luggage of the army on their backs, holding spears with copper spearheads, stone spearheads, and even bone spearheads, and headed eastward noisily. At the end of the army were thousands of civilians carrying provisions and grass, 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 Chapala people are no match for the weak Patzcuaro people. They grew up fighting. While resisting the Guamar dog descendants in the north and fighting against the invading teams, they suppressed the Tekos tribe in the west and raided hostile settlements from time to time.
"This is an army that saves the kingdom! And I am the leader of this army, today's 'Feather' Prince, and the future 'Feather' King!"
On the hillock, Peng Guali looked towards the back with great pride. Lake Chapala's tributary to the east ends here, and the convenient march ends. On the river, small boats transporting grain can be seen in the distance, continuously delivering supplies from behind. Along the tributary river, he had walked out of Zacapu State and out of the protection of mountains and fortresses, and might face the Mexica front at any time.
Thinking of this, Peng Guali frowned slightly. The last encounter on Lake Yuriria was still vivid in his mind. However, fighting on land is not as good as on the lake, and the warriors can walk and dodge freely. The nearby vegetation was not lush, and there was no fuel for the Mexicans to set fire to their rockets.
He looked ahead and saw a vast plain in front of him, surrounded by cultivated fields and villages dotted across the fields. Traces of past prosperity are vaguely visible, but now it is full of desolation and decay, with no human figures or smoke. This place is already on the edge of the Patzcuaro Lake District, and it is only five days' journey from the capital Qin Congcan.
The fortress at the mouth of the river had been lost, so he no longer had to support along the Leman River and risk encountering the Mexican navy. The area around Lake Quetseo was controlled by enemy fleets and was no longer safe. The latest messenger brought shocking news. The Mexicans had even captured the fortress of Huayamo and completely controlled the north of the capital.
Peng Guali thought carefully and repeatedly asked the scouts before he found the safest marching route. The army first went south to the tributary river connecting Lake Chapala, and then moved east along the river, all the way along the hinterland of the kingdom to the west of the capital. By acting like this, the army actually completely gave up its retreat from harassing the Northern Army of Mexico, but there was no need to worry about its own logistics.
"As long as I reach the capital and marry the former king's princess, I will be qualified to inherit the kingdom!"
Thinking of this, "Feather" Penggua showed a handsome smile, and his eyes sparkled with a bright look, which made people look forward to it. The surrounding family warriors also looked at the family head who was looking out from the hill with reverence.
However, not everyone admired the new prince. The higher the nobles are, the more they understand the whole story of the Lake Yurilia battle, the more this is the case.
Under the escort of dozens of personal guards, a richly dressed nobleman, wearing a sky-blue cloak and 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, curled his lips slightly, and then spoke loudly.
"Dear 'Feather', the frontline scouts discovered rising smoke and dust in the east, which should be traces of the march of the Mexica army! We must quickly form a team, take the initiative to attack, and prepare for a glorious war!"
The color inside Peng Gua was stagnant. He raised his head in surprise and looked at the noble man in front of him.
"Dear Sky Divine Oanda, are you sure you have seen the Mexica army? These days, there are always some Mexica scouts nearby who whistle and cry eagles, but they are just the enemy's small team. This is located in the westernmost part of the Lake District. , is a full one or two hundred miles away from the Huayamo Fortress where the main force of the Mexicans is gathered! Did the Mexican army really appear in the east? "
In Tarasco, Oanda means sky. For such a noble name, the family inheritance is not inferior to that of a feather, or even better!
In fact, this is indeed the case. The Sky family has a prominent position in the Lake Chapala area. Even with the title of the prince, Peng Guali is only the nominal supreme commander of the Lake District Legion. In his hands, he could only firmly hold 5,000 warriors and 10,000 militiamen. The blue-clothed nobleman Oanda in front of him has three thousand warriors and six thousand militiamen under his command. He is the second member of the Lake District Legion.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Oanda's mouth, as if with silent ridicule. Then, he actually taunted.
"Prince Feather, who is brave and good at fighting and never retreats to the death. You are familiar with the real battlefield and you must know that in this dry season and on this open plain, the trajectory of the army's movement cannot be covered. With the scale of our march, , the smoke and dust raised cover the sky, and can be easily seen by enemies more than ten miles away, or even further! So I don’t know why the prince wants to take a detour from the south and take these two extra days of unnecessary travel."
"And if the Mexicans want to attack us, they will definitely send an army of more than 10,000 people! Their actions cannot be concealed, and the smoke from the east will soon be seen here."
Having said this, Oanda, who had gone through the battle, looked eastward, calculated silently for a moment, and then continued to speak.
"'Feather' Pengguari, we have about six or seven quarters of an hour to prepare for the battle and form our army. Then in another two quarters of an hour, the two armies will officially engage in battle. We should launch the charge first, without giving An opportunity for the other party to make arrangements!"
Peng Guali was stunned for a moment, then stood on tiptoe and looked to the east. In the far east, you can indeed see the faint smoke and dust, approaching here. He once again thought of the power of the Mexica army, and the pride in his heart suddenly faded, showing hesitation on his face.
"Oanda, after marching for half a day, the army is always a little tired. There are neither hills or hills to occupy the favorable location, nor towns and fortresses to rely on... If you retreat more than ten miles, you will reach the river that has been coming all the way. The naval force relying on the river can protect our left or right wing and respond to the commander at any time. Moreover, to the west of the river, I remember there is a hill tens of meters high, which can occupy a favorable location..."
Oanda listened with a sullen face, and the more he listened, the uglier his face became. Finally, he couldn't help but burst into anger and interrupted the legion commander's idea.
"Peng Guali! When the two armies meet, they can advance or retreat. They just leave life and death to the gods and concentrate on fighting! Elite warriors can move flexibly, how can these clumsy militiamen mobilize in front of the enemy? Once they are commanded randomly, the army will Collision is the result of defeat without a fight. Since you are lucky enough to become the commander-in-chief, you must take up the responsibility of the commander-in-chief and don't give ridiculous orders!...
Cardinals and kestrels both have gorgeous plumage. The former just chirped and showed off his power, and was afraid of the real wild wolf; the latter spread his wings and soared in the sky, and bravely pounced on the black panther in the jungle! As a noble family in the Lake District, you must live up to your name and don't let the warriors of Chapala be shamed! "
Peng Guali's face turned green and red. He clenched the noble staff in his hand and almost waved it with all his strength. The last nobleman who dared to yell at him like this has become a prisoner of the Mexica people, and he does not know whether he will live or die! He looked at Oanda in front of him with a cold face, neither giving orders nor speaking.
Not far behind him, another nobleman wearing silver robes saw the two arguing and trotted over. With a spring-like smile on his face, he stretched out his hands at the same time, held the two commanders in his hands, and persuaded them with a smile.
"Supreme 'Feather' Prince, respected 'Sky' Commander, what you said makes sense! It is indeed safe to retreat more than ten miles to the rear, occupying the favorable terrain, and becoming invincible. But the Mexicans are right in front. , the number is unknown, and leaving without fighting always damages morale. The army in the Lake District is so impressive, and under the leadership of the two commanders, the warriors and militiamen all have the belief of victory and are eager for a glorious battle!
Seeing that King Qincongcan is only a few days away, as long as the incoming enemy is defeated, there will be no obstacles ahead. By then, everyone will be the heroes who save the capital! The nobles of the Lake Chapala area can finally feel proud in front of the nobles of the royal capital, and even go one step further! "
After hearing the words of the white-clothed nobleman, Peng Guali's expression softened slightly. He glared at Oanda fiercely. The other party also knew that he had spoken in a serious tone just now in a hurry, so he lowered his head slightly to express his obedience and concession. Then, Peng Guali used a little force to break free from the held arm, and then smiled slightly at the other party.
"Dear 'Silver' Tekata, what you said does make sense. Let me wait and see the enemy's military situation!"
The meaning of Taikata is silver, silver, which means the brilliance of the gods. This is another noble family name. Tekata is the third member of the Lake District Legion. He controls two thousand warriors and four thousand militiamen. He is also very gentle and kind. Everyone gave him face and maintained the superficial unity and harmony among the great nobles of the coalition.
Then, Commander Feather pondered for a moment and asked the guard beside him who was familiar with the terrain.
"Where is this?"
"Dear Prince, this is the plain called Tacuro between Sacapu State and Lake Patzcuaro."
"What does Tacuro mean?"
"Takuro is a resting place, a place where birds fall from the sky. At first, it was a puddle meadow with lush water and grass. Later, the ancestors migrated, drove away the wild animals, and after cultivation, it turned into a fertile field. "
The guard thought quickly, lowered his head and answered in a deep voice.
Hearing "birds falling from the sky", "Feather" Peng Guali frowned. This seemed to be a bad sign, and this place might not be suitable for fighting.
Tekata observed the words and immediately spoke with a smile.
"The eagles of Chapala fell from the sky and tore the jaguars of the Mexica to pieces as sacrifices to the Mother Goddess of the Earth! The ancestors of Tarasco bulldozed the land in the lake to drive away the invading Mexica beasts, Cultivation of fertile fields! Prince Feather, this is a good sign! This battle will be won!"
Hearing this, "Feather" Peng Guari and "Sky" Oanda looked at each other and laughed at the same time after a moment. The two looked to the east, and the rising smoke was finally clearly visible.
At the end of the sky, the Mexica legions gradually showed their traces, their spears and war clubs flashing with cold light. Soon, military orders came out from the hillocks one after another, and the Tarasco Legion began to stop on the spot and reorganize their formation, with bright flags flying. At this point, the war is inevitable, and the epic begins!
