The golden sun gradually tilted westward, casting a brilliant light that fell on the flag of the "Black Wolf" in the east. The flag of the Mexican Legion shines like the blessing smile of the sun god. The slanting sunlight shines on the western hills, drawing out layers of shadows and shrouding the handsome flag of "Feather". The huge shadow continued to extend, covering the battlefield calling for fighting, drowning the blood-drenched killings, like the outstretched palm of the god of death.
The fierce battle has lasted for two or three quarters of an hour, with light and shadow constantly intertwined, just like the development of the battle situation and the changes in people's hearts.
With the banner on his back, Shulot stood in the bright light and stared at the enemy marshal in the shadow.
The "Feather" flag stands high and seems to be still as solid as a mountain. Near the handsome flag, small and large envoys kept passing orders back and forth. Chapala's archers were organized again, pouring a continuous rain of arrows towards the hillock, constantly causing casualties.
Shulot frowned slightly. The enemy archers resumed action, moved forward desperately, and fired at the artillery team. The wooden cannons had a very limited range, and there were only two in number. At this time, they had to retreat to the rear and slowly reload.
The young commander pondered for a moment before waving his command flag. Three thousand shooting troops advanced rapidly until they were within fifty steps. Then, a high-pitched flute sounded, and the longbow warrior hurriedly drew his bow, firing out the final curtain of arrows. The sharp arrows rose into the sky with a "whoosh" sound, and then fell with a roar, nailing the enemy's archers to the hill in pieces.
Below the archers is the middle army fighting anxiously. The enemy in the middle army was divided into two formations, with a total of five thousand warriors. Under the powerful assault of the Holy City Legion, these enemy elites quickly lost more than 500 soldiers, and their morale was obviously low. Now they are gradually recovering from the chaos. They occupied a good location and were well-equipped. Once they stabilized their position, the Holy City Warriors were firmly blocked, and casualties began to increase.
Shulot held the command flag in his hands, looking at the two wings carefully.
The "monkeys" on the left encountered a powerful enemy. The sky-blue Chapala warriors were quick and orderly, and mobilized flexibly. The two sides fell into a stalemate of constant advancement and retreat. Ezpin on the right had the advantage, as the silver-white enemy troops were smaller in number and had rigid tactics. They just formed a dense shield formation, holding up the spears in their hands, struggling to resist the attack of the Lance Corps. From time to time, someone would let out a dying scream and be stabbed to death by crisscrossed spears.
The young commander thought for a moment and stopped hesitating. He waved the flag vigorously, pointed it at the enemy on the right, and threw out the reserves in his hands!
The drums of war were loud and exciting, shaking the hearts of the warriors. Two thousand Divine Blessing Legions and one thousand Temple Guards simultaneously burst out with a loud shout.
"Blessed by the Lord God, fight for God!"
Later, Natalie, the leader of the Shenyou Regiment, held the stick and shield, wore the traditional battle uniform of the Otomi people, and charged forward! He devoutly shouted the name of the god "Huitzilopochtli" and led the equally fanatical Divine Blessing Legion, bypassing an arc to the right, and fiercely plunged into the flank of the silver-white enemy army. The divinely blessed warriors waved their war sticks and did not pause under the enemy's bronze spears. With a desperate spirit, they rushed into the formation in a moment.
The "Silver" warriors were attacked from both sides and were at an absolute disadvantage. What's even more dangerous is that, under the leadership of the experienced Etalik, a thousand temple guards are moving to the rear and are about to launch a fatal surprise attack from behind!
In the shadow of the hill, "Feather" Pengguali looked gloomily, watching the battle on the flank. The Mexica threw their ferocious reserves into the attack on the weakest flank. These legions dressed as Otomi people are extremely fierce, risking their lives and almost breaking through the "Silver" warriors.
"The 'Silver' phalanx is already on the verge of collapse. When the enemies from behind arrive, they will definitely not be able to hold it!"
After all, Marshal "Feather" is a general who has been involved in wars for many years. Although he is afraid of the power of myths and often falls into a trance when encountering danger, his predictions of the battle situation are very accurate.
Peng Guali's eyes flickered, and he first looked at the main bodyguard of the Chinese army, and half of the reserve warriors in his hands. Then, his eyes turned cold and he looked at the entangled "Sky" legion, then at the crumbling periphery and the outflanking enemies. He just thought for a moment and then made a sudden decision! He quickly dispatched his personal guards and summoned his loyal samurai commanders.
Within a dozen breaths, the "Silver" noble Tekata abandoned the commanding archers and hurried over first. His body was stained with blood, and there were several deep arrows stuck in his shield, showing a bit of the brutality of the front line. At this moment, his expression was extremely anxious, and his usual smile was no longer there.
"Your Highness the Prince! The 'Silver' warriors can no longer support us. Send reinforcements quickly!"
Tekata stepped forward eagerly and held Prince Feather's arm.
"The enemies on the flanks have put in new troops! Your Highness, please send out the reserves in your hands!"
Peng Guari nodded. He waved the flag and the drums beat. Thousands of militiamen who gathered in the rear lowered their heads and held crude weapons. They were driven forward by the warriors supervising the battle to attack the temple guards who were surrounding them.
"Master of the 'Silver' family, please quickly return to the front formation and command the archers in front of the formation! I will support you on both wings!"
Tekata turned his head and looked for a moment, his face becoming more and more anxious. The militiamen who came to support had just been defeated not long ago. At this time, their morale was extremely low. They were barely resisting the fanatical temple warriors and had no effect on the overall situation. The warriors of the "Sky" family are about to collapse!
The "Silver" noble held the arm of Prince "Feather" tightly. He knelt down on one knee, looked earnestly in his eyes, and begged loudly.
"Your Highness, the 'Sky' warriors are about to die in battle! Please send your reserve warriors to join the critical flank! The 'Sky' family will remember your kindness in helping!"
Peng Guali lowered his eyes, avoiding the gaze. Then, he saw the warrior commander, whose uniform was torn and covered in blood, hurried back from the front line.
"It's critical in the front line, let me go and ask!"
Prince "Feather" broke free from Tekata's arm and strode forward to meet him. The head of the "Silver" family would eagerly follow behind if he was willing to comply.
Peng Guari took a few quick steps to put some distance between him and Tekata. Then, he suddenly turned around and pointed at the other party.
"Personal guards on the left and right, take him down!"
The marshal's personal guards looked at each other, but heard another sharp shout.
"Take it!"
Several loyal guards no longer hesitated and stepped forward together, holding down Tekata who was in disbelief.
"Peng Guali! You, you?!"
"Bind your arms, gagged your mouth, and cover yourself with a shield!"
Continuous orders came, but within a few breaths, the unsuspecting head of the "Sky" family was firmly restrained.
"Ah! Your Highness, this, this...!"
The warrior commander stood beside the marshal blankly. The blood on his body kept dripping from his suit, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or the enemy's.
"This battle is unwinnable! I want to preserve the strength of the 'Feather' family and retreat with the elite main force! I want to preserve the last vitality for the Lake District!"
With a majestic look on his face, Peng Guali frankly stated his plan to the most loyal bodyguard of all generations.
"My most loyal warrior captain! I hand over the battle flag of 'Feather' and more than a thousand warriors who are fighting! Four thousand archers are given to you, and thousands of militiamen are also given to you. Here is I leave it all to you!”
The warrior commander was stunned and speechless. He looked at the magnanimous head of the family and slowly knelt down on one knee.
"Don't betray my trust! Don't betray the honor of the family!"
"Feather" the head of the family said sincerely, holding the warrior chief's shoulders.
"Your beloved eldest son will take over your position! I will never forget your sacrifice!"
After hearing this, the warrior commander bowed his head deeply, with tears in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.
"Your Highness, I will die for my family! Please be kind to my family."
Peng Guali showed a perfect smile and nodded heavily.
"Your wife is my family!"
Then, he turned around and left.
The surrounding guards were silent, watching this scene that violated honor but was in line with family tradition. A valet approached cautiously and asked in a low voice.
"Your Highness, do you want to inform the 'Sky' noble Oanda on the flank? How should the 'Silver' noble Tekata deal with it?"
Peng Guali thought quickly, deducing the situation after retreat, and then spoke quickly.
"There is no need to inform Oanda! Take Taikata away. He will still be useful when we return to the lake area!"
Having said this, Prince Feather's eyes flashed coldly. He looked deeply at the head of the "Sky" family on the front line and the sky-blue warriors fighting hard, and a strong shadow spread in his heart.
"After this battle, Tarasco will be hopeless and will be destroyed soon. Don't give up on this throne! The three major families are all here. As long as you keep the main force of the family and return to the lake area in time, no one can compete with him. Chapa The land of La is enough to become a king!"
Thoughts flashed, Peng Guali sorted everything out and no longer hesitated in his heart. He quickly sent all the militiamen to the front and replaced the main force of the Chinese army's samurai. Then, he threw down the marshal's flag, led three thousand warriors of the "Feather" family, decisively abandoned everything in Chapala's army, and quickly headed towards the Western River more than ten miles away.
"As long as you escape to the river and board a fleet transporting food, you can escape!"
Surrounded by his personal guards, Prince "Feather" ran down the hill, leaving the cascading shadows and facing the bright sunshine. Moments before leaving, he took one last look at the brand-new prince's flag on the hill, with the quetzal's feathers flying gorgeously. This was the hope and glory of the past! Under the banner, the three armies were still fighting hard, and the sound of fighting resounded throughout the world. After a while, there were two more thunders!
Peng Guali looked back deeply and remembered this scene in his heart. He remained silent, but his feet did not stop. Beside him were the troops running with their heads down. The "Feather" warriors dropped all their luggage and belongings, keeping only the weapons in their hands, and followed their leader silently. They retreated quickly, maintaining basic order and obeying marching orders. Behind them, there were no pursuing enemies yet. When the thunder sounded again, the "Feather" Legion had disappeared at the end of the hill.
Under the banner of the Black Wolf, Shulot was dumbfounded and looked at the enemy army who turned around and ran away. The legions of "Feathers" move so quickly! They were unobtrusive and without any unnecessary noise. As soon as the legions gathered together, they quickly entered a marching state, and accelerated to maximum speed after a moment.
The young commander quickly waved the flag and blew the horn, ordering the warriors of the surrounding city-states to pursue them. These noble private soldiers dispersed with red eyes. They chased down the fleeing militiamen, snatched property scattered on the ground, and even attacked the enemy formations on both flanks. Only a handful of warriors were able to stay awake and accept new instructions.
Amidst the rapid sound of the horn, Izel turned his head and looked at the marshal's flag. After a moment, he showed joy and led hundreds of family warriors to chase the retreating enemy army.
The old samurai commander came closer and took the young samurai's arm.
"Izel, the enemy's main force consists of thousands of people! The escaping jaguar is not a target for the coyote to hunt!"
Izel's eyes were bright and he was smiling.
"Dear warrior commander, I know this truth! Don't worry, I won't get too close. I'm just catching some scattered soldiers and picking up the enemy's flag! All the armies are fighting in chaos. Only we can pursue. Your Highness will naturally be able to Keep it in mind!”
Having said this, Izel looked at the "Black Wolf"'s handsome flag with longing on his face. Then, he turned sideways and looked at the "feathered" enemy commander's flag on the nearby hill.
"What a pity! This handsome flag is so close, but I can't go and capture it!"
"Izel, don't think too much. Every family warrior is precious and we can't afford to lose it. More importantly, this flag already has an owner! It must belong to the direct line of the marshal who the Chinese army is fighting for, the Holy City Legion!"
Hearing this, Izel nodded knowingly. He said no more, just chased the retreating enemy, like a hyena chasing a cheetah, roaring bravely and loudly!
The long wind blew away the smoke and dust from the battlefield, and the sun illuminated the shadows of the hills. The large-scale mobilization could not be hidden for long, and soon the warriors on both wings discovered the retreat of the central army.
Peng Guali took away all the supervising troops. The thousands of militiamen who came to support only fought for a moment. Under the impact of the temple guards, they let out chaotic shouts and completely collapsed. Then, the battle situation changed rapidly, and Chapala's dialect spread in the wind, delivering shocking news!
"The marshal is defeated!"
Under the "feather" flag, there are only a few warriors. The majestic and magnificent prince is missing.
"The marshal's personal guards have retreated!"
"The Silver Legion collapsed!"
