White clouds look like snow, casting shadows on the sky. The sky is as blue as a mirror, reflecting the bright red on the ground. The long wind, with its boiling shouts of killing, scattered the clouds in the sky, offering sacrifices to the supreme god. The Sun God lowered his eyes indifferently, staring at the vast and cruel battlefield, attracting tens of thousands of souls.
On the hill where the sun was setting, Orosh was covered in blood and finally broke through all obstacles! The fierce Jaguar warrior rushed to the commander's flag and struck twice with two sudden blows, killing the enemy leader guarding the flag. Then, he let out a tiger roar, folded his hands hard, and the gorgeous and tall "feather" flag collapsed!
Seeing the scene in front of me, the surrounding battlefield paused for a moment. The sacred flag fell to the ground, and was mercilessly stepped into the dust by many bloody feet. A moment later, a burst of shouts suddenly sounded from the sky, accompanied by countless desperate wails!
The remaining Chapala Central Army collapsed. The warriors at the rear no longer held on. They dropped their shields, slashed wildly in despair, and then quickly exhausted their physical strength and were stabbed to death by dense spears. The archers in the rear threw away their bows and arrows, turned around and fled. With their vulnerable backs exposed, they were constantly knocked down by the pursuing warriors, crying out in fear. Then, the warriors who surrounded them from both sides came and killed them, and the militiamen fell to their knees helplessly. They did not make any resistance, surrendered in thousands, and waited for the judgment of fate!
Tens of thousands of warriors chased him north, while tens of thousands of enemy troops fled like a swarm of rats. The black wolf's flag shines brightly in the sun and flutters in the strong wind.
Shulot looked at the battlefield of great victory and laughed heartily. His laughter was full of confidence and heroism. The glorious victory finally comes, like a drunken drunkenness!
Then, the young commander looked at the enemy's left wing, which was still resisting, and waved the red flag again. The two wooden cannons turned around, aimed from the side, and fired two thunder blasts again!
The thunderous thunder exploded in the sky-blue warrior formation, wiping the commander's flag and knocking down several personal guards. The scattered stones flew "bang bang" and hit Oanda's helmet. The smoke and dust also flew towards his face, covering his eyes. The head of the "Sky" family shook his head that was stunned by the roar, and still shouted words of encouragement to the warriors.
After a while, the smoke and dust finally dissipated, and Oanda fell silent. He looked around and saw that all the allies had either retreated long ago, were disintegrating, or had surrendered. The surrounding enemy troops rushed in quickly, some holding sticks and shields, some gathering spears, and some holding amulets, surrounding the remaining two thousand "Sky" warriors.
"Master, the marshal has escaped! The situation is over, let us protect you and break out!"
The loyal bodyguards came closer. They looked desperate and prepared to fight to the death.
"escape?"
Oanda smiled sadly. He looked around, and saw three different legion flags, tightly surrounding them in four directions. Not far away, three thousand archers climbed onto the hill, holding long bows and pointing them at their own military formation. There are dozens of craftsmen, pushing two roaring wooden beasts, slowly approaching here.
"Where to escape? We are the rear of the army and there is no way to escape!"
Having said this, the head of the "Sky" family suddenly became excited and spoke angrily.
"How can the kestrel and the cardinal fly in the same sky?! Cowardly cardinal! Peng Guali, you betrayed the three gods, the kingdom, and the alliance's oath! You will fall into the abyss of the earth!!"
Oanda turned around and looked to the west. It was the Feather Legion that had escaped, and it was also the hometown that could not be returned to. He let out a low growl, like a prophetic curse.
"Chapala's Feather, although you can escape for a while, you cannot escape the future! You will eventually be caught by the enemy and die on the high platform of sacrifice! I will wait for you in the Kingdom of God in the sky!!"
Hearing this, the surrounding guards turned pale in shock and looked at each other. The head of the family has been fighting for many years and has a high prestige. They want to persuade him, but they are unable to speak for a while.
At this moment, an enemy envoy walked to the front of the formation. He wore Mexica attire but spoke with a northern accent from Tarasco.
"The incarnation of the gods, the invincible His Highness Shulot, let me bring his merciful password: Surrender, war-savvy General Chapala! Follow the great alliance, surrender to the supreme god, and fight for the new sun! You will retain your status as a noble, retain your bodyguards, and preserve your family heritage in the soon-to-be-extinct Kingdom of Tarasco!"
Hearing this, Oanda suddenly raised his head and stared forward.
I saw the tall black wolf flag moving towards this side. Under the flag were the enemy's pro-combatants who were killing each other, as well as hundreds of brave and distinguished Jaguar warriors. A small warrior was surrounded in the center of the elite legion and walked slowly towards this side. He wears a colorful feather crown on his head and a black and gold battle suit. In one hand he holds a dark green feather shield with the gods painted on it, and in the other hand he holds a crimson spear flag symbolizing the marshal. It is as dazzling as the arrival of the gods! Beside him, a warrior with a simple, ape-like face was whispering something.
Shulot handed the flag to the flag officer behind him and walked towards the sky-blue enemy warrior. "Monkey" Kuruca whispered back from beside him, a light flashing in his eyes.
"My lord, the general Chapala opposite is an outstanding veteran, and he is leading a real elite. He can still respond quickly to wooden cannons and gun arrays, and maintain the morale of the army. It is indeed amazing! He must be A prominent nobleman, his subordinates are family warriors passed down from generation to generation. In the future, such a character will be of great use in the Lake Chapala region!"
The young commander nodded slightly and showed a confident smile. He waited for a moment, and the teacher Orosh strode back with a broken "feather" flag. The blood of his enemies dripped from his body, leaving a red trail behind him.
"Your Highness, I present to you the enemy's flag and congratulate you on the glorious victory!"
Orosh knelt down on one knee, raised his hands high, and presented the "Feather" flag.
Shulot took over the brand new flag and looked at the familiar feather pattern. Those unfolded feathers are not embroidery, but real quetzal feathers, a luxury item more expensive than gems. Under the golden sunlight, the beautiful feathers shine with blue patterns, like flowing waves.
The young commander stared for a moment, as if he wanted to see someone he had never met before on the gorgeous flag. After a moment, he smiled and nodded in approval.
"Olos, you defeated the enemy's central army, captured the enemy's commander's flag, and allowed the enemy's marshal to escape. You should be the first to achieve this goal!"
Orosh was slightly startled when he heard the order of modifications in the words. Immediately, his face became clear, he lowered his head and said in a deep voice.
"This is the blessing of the Lord God! It is also the glory of His Highness! The Western Expedition will surely win, and the Alliance will conquer the world!"
Shulot laughed loudly. He bowed down, handed the flag to Orosh again, lifted him up from the ground, and whispered at the same time.
"Teacher, hold the flag and come with me to persuade the enemy general to surrender."
Orosh nodded. He held the broken flag in one hand and the war stick in the other, guarding His Highness carefully and walking ahead. In just a moment, the young commander, the brave general, the elite bodyguards, and the black wolf's flag all arrived in front of the final enemy formation.
The head of the "Sky" family looked at it carefully and was silent. Although the enemy marshal has a calm expression, his face is handsome and handsome. He is only a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Three gods and ancestors! I failed in the hands of a young man!"
When he really saw the enemy marshal, Oanda felt a sudden chill in his heart and showed pain on his face. He had anticipated the appearance of the enemy general and his own answer, but at this moment he was speechless.
"Surrender! Head of the Sky Family."
After dozens of steps, the army had completely surrounded the enemy. Shulot smiled slightly and persuaded loudly.
"The Kingdom of Tarasco is about to be destroyed, and the Lake Chapala region cannot stay alone for too long. 'Sky' of Chapala, surrender to the great alliance, and I promise you a glorious future!"
Following His Highness's words, Orosh strode forward. He stared into the eyes of the head of the "Sky" family like a tiger, and threw the broken "Feather" flag in front of him.
Upon hearing the enemy marshal's personal persuasion to surrender, the head of the "Sky" family's expression changed, and it was difficult to describe. He stared at the prince's flag stained with blood and mud, as if he saw the same fallen king's flag, that hopeless future. At this moment, there were thousands of thoughts running through his mind, and he was a little confused for a moment.
The surrounding guards gathered around Oanda and spoke one after another at this time.
"The head of the family, the marshal was the first to escape, and we held on until the last moment! Surrendering at this time does not violate the honor of the warrior..."
"Master, the kingdom is at an end, and the Mexica people are unstoppable. For the survival of the family, we have no choice but to surrender..."
"Master, Peng Guali has fled back to the Lake District! The warriors of the Silver Family have been destroyed. If we also perish here, the 'Feather' family will be the only one in the Lake District. Who knows what he will do then?"
Hearing the last sentence, Oanda felt a chill in his heart, and hesitation began to appear on his face. After a while, he hesitated and asked the marshal opposite.
"Your Highness the Mexica, if I choose to surrender, will you let me go back?"
Hearing this, Shulot was startled, and then laughed loudly.
"Head of the 'Sky' family, how can I let a commander like you go back to the mountains easily? You need to take actions to prove your loyalty to the alliance before you can soar in the sky again!"
The young commander meant something and said with a smile.
"After the fall of the Hekou Fortress, the Russian commander of the Northern Army also surrendered! He retained his bodyguards, converted to the Supreme God, and under my command, recruited the nobles of the northern kingdom for the alliance!"
Oanda lowered his head and said nothing. He understood the words of the enemy marshal. If you want to choose to surrender, then handing over the legion, converting to the Lord God, and recruiting old friends are all the consequences that must be faced.
The owner of the "Sky" family looked around. The surrounding guards looked at him closely with pleading eyes. The warriors of more than two thousand families held their shields high and looked expectant. He finally looked at the eldest son in the army, but the twenty-year-old young samurai followed behind him with a determined look on his face.
Oanda showed a moment of tenderness. He turned around and stroked his eldest son's face without saying anything. After a moment, he made a decision, his eyes became calm, and he looked at His Highness the Mexica again.
"Your Highness, more than 2,000 Sky Legions will surrender to you under the leadership of my eldest son! Please forgive the generals in the legion. I will bear all the responsibility for fighting the alliance!"
"Master!"
The surrounding guards looked horrified and fell to their knees. The eyes of the eldest son behind him were full of prayer, but Oanda never looked at him again.
Xiulote's face was as flat as a lake, and his heart was in turmoil. He heard the implication between the other party's words, and the familiar scene came to his mind, and it felt like it was yesterday after several years. After a moment, he lowered his eyes slightly and nodded.
"As long as you surrender to the Alliance and prove your loyalty, the Lord God will forgive you!"
After receiving His Highness's assurance, Oanda finally smiled calmly. He said with a smile to his trusted warrior.
"The Lake District tried its best to gather a powerful Chapala Army, but the entire army collapsed in a matter of seconds! If not one of the generals died here, how could the warriors face the elders in their hometown?"
The trusted warriors lowered their heads in shame. Some people took out obsidian daggers and cut their cheeks, or even put them directly across their necks.
"The kingdom has been fighting for years and has been dominant for a hundred years. Facing the Mexica attack, the marshals surrendered one by one and ran away. How can there be such a reason? Even if the people in the lake fail, they cannot let the people of the world be underestimated. Look at it. There must be a commander who dies in front of the two armies! Although I am not a marshal, as the head of the 'Sky' family of the Glory family, I am also happy to take on this responsibility."
Oanda laughed. He looked at the warriors around him and finally gave the decisive order.
"Keep your useful body and assist my eldest son. Then I will take everything back from 'Feather' for everything today!"
The family warriors cried bitterly, dropped their weapons, and all bowed to the family master. The Mexican warriors also showed respect and waited for the flowers to bloom.
Seeing the other party's will to die, Shulot stopped speaking. He stared at the head of the "Sky" family in front of him and waited with the same solemnity.
Oanda unbuttoned his blood-stained sky blue suit, revealing his scarred chest. He looked at the old scars for a while, recalling the past years of war, and a sincere smile appeared on his face. Then, he took out the sacrificial obsidian dagger, held it against his heaving chest, and aimed it at the heart where the soul was hidden.
"Sky" the head of the family raised his head and looked at the blue sky. The sky is so deep and high, giving him a lofty name and accepting his dying soul.
"The land of Takuro, the resting place of life, the place where birds fall from the sky. The birds fly away noisily, and I know with a smile: What falls here is not a small feather, but a vast sky!"
With the last poem, Oanda suddenly exerted force in his hand, and the sharp dagger pierced the soft body and penetrated deeply into the beating life. Unspeakable pain struck fiercely, and the pupils of the "Sky" family owner suddenly shrank, and then quickly collapsed. In just a few breaths, he lost all his strength and fell to the ground with a bang.
Clinging to the embrace of Mother Earth, I felt the rays of Father Sun. The owner of "Sky" finally murmured silently, and no one could hear it anymore.
"It hurts so much...my soul flies away from my heart...Three gods are above me, I don't want to go to the lonely sky...go back to my hometown..."
Vigorous bright red flows rapidly. Soon, the head of the "Sky" family lost all his voice and turned into a solid symbol under the sky. In front of tens of thousands of warriors, he proved his fearlessness and faced death calmly.
Looking at this scene, Orosh grinned and praised loudly.
"What a general who went to die! It turns out that there are real heroes among the people of Tarasco!"
Hearing this, "Monkey" Kuruka turned slightly, looked not far away, and whispered to himself.
"A true hero..."
Where Kuruka looked, Ezpan lowered his head and hid his body in the spear phalanx.
Natalie from the Divine Blessing Legion closed her eyes. He stretched out his right hand full of blood, held the amulet symbolizing the Lord God, and prayed quietly.
Shulot stood silently for a moment and bowed slightly. Then, he straightened his back and looked at the largely intact main army, the more than 2,000 elite soldiers who surrendered, and the more than 10,000 militiamen who fled and surrendered. At this moment, overwhelming pride was burning in his chest!
"Suppress the north and march south to the royal capital. This battle is finally over!"
