The sun is warm and brings vitality to the earth. Spring plowing is approaching, and wildfires are burning in the mountains and forests, raising layers of thick smoke. The smoke changes and drifts away in the sky, like a passage to the Kingdom of God, indicating the destined destination of the warriors.
Hundreds of warriors, scouts and envoys, wearing uniforms of different colors, walked in the smoke-filled deep south. They undertake different missions, disturbing the towns and villages along the way, breaking the last peace in the south of the kingdom. The three legions from north to south were looking for each other in the fog of war, approaching each other, preparing for a happy fight.
Intelligence from all directions gathered, and King Suangua had the advantage of the home court and was the first to see everything on the battlefield clearly.
The Mexican Legion on the northern route is centered on the city of Ibazio and has a size of 10,000 to 20,000. Half of them are warriors wearing armor and holding sticks, and the other half are militiamen equipped with spears. The Mexica advance army on the southern route began to move north after plundering the Apachin State. There were about 5,000 elite warriors. The two legions seemed to have established contact and were approaching each other. They are only more than two hundred miles apart, and it only takes a week to gather into an army that is difficult to defeat.
Suangua has 10,000 elite men, of whom 7,000 are loyal direct warriors and 3,000 are reliable spear militiamen. The two enemy armies are only more than a hundred miles away from here. Once the march moves, the traces of the king's army can no longer be hidden, and the enemy will soon pursue them.
"There is not much time left. Defeating the enemies in the south will not help the overall situation. The only way is to defeat the main Mexica force in the north before the enemies gather! I believe in the loyal and brave Guards Corps! As long as we defeat The enemy on the northern route will be able to return to the capital, join the royal family and the Hummingbird family, and reorganize the kingdom's power. By then, the road back to the Colima Mountains will be clear again, and there will be hope for everything!"
After thinking for a moment, Suangua lowered his head, stood in front of the inherited eagle flag, and prayed silently to the sacred flag.
"The sacred wind surrounds the descendants of the eagle, and the light of the three gods bestows upon the legions of divine warriors. Blessed by the ancestors, victory or defeat depends on this!"
Then, the young king called his cronies and asked in a deep voice.
"Has the envoy sent to the capital arrived?"
"Your Highness, the accompanying scouts have been identified and the envoy has entered the royal capital. Chief Hummingbird's reply is definitely on the way."
"Okay! Send out a scout team to take a detour to the east, harass the enemies on the north road, and create the illusion that the king's army is out and about. The rest of the warriors have had a full day and are ready to go to war!"
The long wind swept across, and the hunting eagle flag fluttered. The golden sun turned blood red and set in the western sky. As night fell, a messenger finally came from the northern capital quickly, bringing the expected reply. The young king hesitated no longer. In the early morning of the next day, 10,000 Royal Tarasco troops poured out from the hidden mountain manor. They had been recharging their strength for a long time, and with high morale, they headed towards the city of Ivacchio, which was more than a hundred miles away in the north, with a mighty attack.
The faint sunshine flickers on the tips of the long grass, which is the pure dew of the morning. Seeing the traces of the enemy, the black wolf Toltec suddenly stood up from the lurking bushes. He raised his longbow and fired three arrows in a row, shooting down three Tarasco scouts who were marching in a hurry. The hunter team behind them fired arrows continuously, killing all the remaining seven enemies, and the dewdrops turned into a dazzling red.
Toltec nodded and climbed onto the mound with great satisfaction. He looked towards the southern sky, and then his eyes widened in shock.
"My Lord, this...this is the most elite royal army of the Tarascans!"
In the southern wilderness, tens of thousands of Tarasco warriors lined up in a strict march, marching silently and quickly. They formed a battalion of eight hundred people, neatly arranged into twelve marching columns, and moved forward without stopping. Under the battalion, there are four samurai brigades of two hundred people, each led by a samurai captain. The captain at the head wore an eagle helmet with wings spread out, with two blue feathers on his head, and carried a small bright flag behind him.
In front of both sides of the legion, there are hundreds of elite scouts scattered, each holding a long bow and wearing the royal yellow battle uniform. In the center of the legion, the royal guards wore bronze helmets, held bronze axes, and carried longbows behind their backs, clustered around a large flag. The flag was four to five meters high, and the nearly two-meter-high flag fluttered in the wind. An eagle spread its wings and flew towards the north!
"The inherited eagle of the royal family of Tarasco! This is King Tarasco! Suangua is right there!"
Toltec shouted in surprise. He watched carefully, searching for the warriors under the royal banner. Finally, his eyes settled on a striking young king. The man wore a gilt battle suit inlaid with gems and held a golden bronze staff. He emitted thousands of rays of light in the morning sun, making it impossible to look directly at him.
"The shaking makes my eyes hurt, and I can't see clearly what it looks like!"
The golden light flashed dazzlingly, and Toltec turned his head and could only watch with the corner of his eyes. I saw the young king looking up, then raising the magic staff in his hand and pointing in his direction!
The hundreds of scattered scouts paused for a moment. Then, like wasps after receiving orders, they suddenly pounced on the Mexica reconnaissance team ahead. These elite warriors rushed within a hundred steps and took off their longbows together, buzzing like a swarm of bees.
"Boohoo!"
"The wind is tight, pull!"
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the black wolf Toltec ran away, shouting the scout code taught by His Highness. Hundreds of long arrows rained down on the mound like lightning, and more than a dozen militia hunters died on the spot. The remaining dozens of hunters immediately turned around and fled to the north.
Tarasco's warrior scouts were in hot pursuit. They prepared to annihilate the enemy and try their best to keep the traces of the king's army secret. These elite members of the royal family were physically strong and experienced. They maintained an effortless trot and chased them twenty miles away. As long as the militia hunters are exhausted and stop for a moment, they will be immediately overwhelmed by the "swarm" and let out their last screams.
Toltec ran wildly, followed by a "whoosh" of arrows. It wasn't until more and more Mexica scout teams were attracted and fought with the kingdom's scout warriors that the black wolf who went out to conduct reconnaissance escaped. He wiped the sweat from his head with the sleeve of his battle suit and cursed in a low voice.
"God bless you! The black wolf was chasing the elk's tail in the mountain forest, but when it turned around and pounced, it turned into a leopard! The royal army of Tarasco is indeed very capable! They formed an orderly queue and marched for dozens of miles without any disorder; they attacked after orders and prohibitions. Time is as fast as the wind. No, I have to return to Ivacchio quickly and report the military situation to His Highness. The victory or defeat depends on this one, we must be prepared and gather all our strength to fight!"
Toltec, who was good at running, took a short rest and then continued running towards the north. He ran all the way through fields of burning weeds, through shallow spring streams, and over slightly undulating mounds, and finally arrived outside the city of Ivacchio where the smoke was extinguished. The night is deep, and the continuous tents are swaying like starlight bonfires, like the mighty Milky Way falling on the ground.
As a general trusted by His Highness, Toltec had an unobstructed journey. Under Bertard's guidance, he came to His Highness's tent again, knelt down on one knee, and reported the urgent military situation.
Shulot was sitting cross-legged in front of the bonfire, and the bright firelight reflected his resolute face. The young commander wore a black battle suit and held a refined longbow. He had been preparing for the battle for a long time. After hearing the information about Wang Jun, he stood up and laughed boldly.
"Chasing the deer in the world, the white deer finally appears! The victory or defeat depends on this. The general trend of the world is about to be determined by this battle!"
Then, Shulot put away his smile and solemnly ordered.
"Assemble all the warriors in the city and march south tomorrow to attack King Tarasco's army! Summon the commanders of all ministries, mobilize the officers of each battalion, and prepare for the decisive battle! Finally, summon the priests who accompany the army. I will personally hold a pre-war sacrifice and pray to the God of War. victory!"
Early the next morning, a grand ceremony was held quickly. Under the witness of the Lord God, the priests sang and danced beside the sacred fire. They used shining obsidian and hard shells to divine together, and from the cracks in the obsidian and shells, they derived a prophecy that the battle would be won!
Later, Shulot chanted loudly on the altar and informed every warrior of the victory predicted by the gods. Then, he announced loudly to the warriors: If he wins this battle, he will be awarded and knighted according to military merit. Promote good militiamen to warriors, promote outstanding warriors to senior warriors, and then promote hundreds of senior warriors to become military nobles of the alliance, and entrust the fertile land of Tarasco's Lake District!
Under His Highness's generous promise, tens of thousands of warriors and militiamen cheered wildly, shaking the world of Patzcuaro Lake District. Subsequently, all the northern troops of Mexico gathered, left the walled city of Ivacchio, and fought towards the sudden appearance of the Royal Tarasco army in the south.
The army is approaching, and the scouts on the periphery are constantly fighting each other. The movements of both sides are completely revealed to their opponents. Two days later, on the southern plains of the Patzcuaro Lake area, two elite legions finally faced each other and appeared in each other's sight. The smoke of the march rose into the sky and was blown away by the strong wind, revealing the traces of the slain warriors.
Shulot was wearing a gorgeous battle uniform, a slender crown on his head, and the coach's banner behind him. He strode up the hill and looked at the flag of King Tarasco on the southern field. The legion is mighty, the warriors face each other, and the flags are flying. The eagle spreads its wings to the north, and the black wolf pounces to the south. The two armies are close at hand, and the decisive battle is today!
