"Goddess Halatana, lead my soul!"
A shrill cry resounded in front of the two armies, and the last Tarasco warrior who was fighting suddenly threw his shield forward. Then, surrounded by more than a dozen Mexica warriors, he waved his copper ax with desperate hands and rushed towards the nearest enemy.
"boom!"
The Mexican warrior directly in front quickly sank down and raised his shield. The sharp ax struck hard on the shield, and the ax blade penetrated the wood three times.
"Pfft!" Before the Tarasco warrior could pull out the copper axe, Necali, who was on the side, squatted forward and struck the opponent's thigh with an axe, breaking the vital artery, and warm liquid suddenly spurted out. The warrior Tarasco immediately lost strength and became unsteady. The surrounding Mexica warriors immediately swarmed up and swung their war sticks violently, killing the opponent in an instant.
Necali lowered the bloody copper ax in his hand and straightened up. He looked around and saw that the open battlefield was covered in blood, with fallen bodies scattered across the field. The breeze blew against my face, like the loving hands of the God of War, carrying a strong scent of blood. The senior scout closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the slightly sweet smell. The glory of the bloody battle and the joy of victory echoed in his chest. Then, together with the other warriors, he spread his arms and shouted loudly toward the sky.
"The war god Huitzilopochtli protects us! Holy victory belongs to the alliance! The glorious Mexica warriors are invincible!"
"Invincible!!"
Witnessing the victory in the first battle, the Mexica army burst into cheers. The warriors shouted in unison, prayed to the gods in the sky, and praised the glory of the warriors! The priests once again danced ritual dances and recited psalms in praise of the God of War. The Tarasco army formation on the opposite side was quiet. The warriors of the royal army looked heavy and their morale dropped significantly.
"What a wonderful fight! I will reward the victorious warriors generously and promote them to military nobles!"
Shulot on the hillock was smiling and couldn't help stroking his hands in admiration. His eyes swept over the surviving people, silently counting the number of people who were rewarded, and then his heart sank.
Of the one hundred Mexican warriors participating in the fight, less than twenty were able to stand on the battlefield at this time. This is a casualty rate of over 80%, and it is the bloodiest sacrifice to the gods! As for the Tarasco warriors on the opposite side, their casualty rate was even 100%. The surviving Mexica warriors showed no mercy. They took out their obsidian daggers and examined the bodies on the ground one by one. If you encounter an enemy who is still alive, you can inflict a wound on the vital point; if you encounter a comrade who can still be treated, carefully carry him to the rear.
Tarasco's royal army watched all this in silence, and no one came out to stop it. This is what a sacred duel is all about: witnessed by the gods, fighting in front of the battle line, and fighting to the death!
"They are skilled in combat skills, brave and experienced. They believe in gods and regard death as life. There are so many experienced Mexica warriors!"
Suangua's eyes flickered, thinking about the details of the fight. In this duel that was destined to consume each other, he did not use the most elite copper ax guards, and the commander-in-chief on the opposite side did not use his own troops. The people participating in the duel were all ordinary senior warriors. The overall picture can be seen in the details. The elite warriors of Mexico who were promoted according to military merit were obviously superior in martial arts.
"Then, in the decisive battle, we must try to avoid melee. Rely more on the discipline of the king's army, the sharpness of the bronze soldiers, and form a spear formation to cooperate with each other... Since the group fight in front of the formation is unfavorable, let's have a one-on-one duel between warriors!"
The young king nodded slightly and then waved the staff. The drums of war sounded again in Tarasco's army. A strong bronze ax warrior then walked out of the guards and came to the front of the two armies.
"Blessed by the Sun God Curricaveri! I, the warrior from Apatchingan, the 'crocodile catcher' Hitalarama, challenge the bravest Mexica warrior to a fight!"
The returning Toltec has finished reporting to Shulot. At this time, he was standing among the guards behind His Highness. Upon hearing the Tarascans' fight, the bellicose black wolf immediately stepped out of the queue and shouted with gleaming eyes.
"Your Highness, I, Toltec, am willing to fight!"
Hearing this, Shulot pondered for a while, then nodded with a smile.
"Okay! My black wolf, go catch me prey and show off your skills in front of the two armies!"
Toltec bowed his head excitedly. It is not allowed to use dishonorable spear throwing or bow and arrow in the fight before the formation. Black Wolf then put down his long bow and bronze arrows, and strode out of the military formation with only his war stick and shield.
"Blessed by the god of war Huitzilopochtli! I, the warrior from Tepanicapan, the 'Black Wolf' Toltec, challenge the warriors of Tarasco to a fight!"
Toltec grinned, showing a bright smile, and his face was filled with majestic confidence. The warrior opposite nodded briefly and took out the copper ax from his waist. The two stood on the blood-stained battlefield, standing a dozen steps apart from each other.
Black Wolf put away his smile and clenched the war stick and shield in his hands. His eyes were fixed on his opponent's figure, and his gaze was like a sharp blade sweeping over the head, neck, side, and crotch of a fatal blow.
There was a moment of silence, and then the war drums suddenly sounded. The warriors on both sides half-raised their shields at the same time, advanced a few steps, and soon reached the distance where the weapons were exchanged. Then, the two people's footsteps began to change rapidly, and at the same time they moved to the side that was difficult for the other party to take care of, like jackals spinning in circles. The weapons in the hands of both sides also shook slightly, making it difficult to judge the action of launching an attack.
The tense confrontation and movement lasted for a dozen breaths. Sitarama kept catching Toltec's figure with his peripheral vision, and then with a look on his face, he realized that his opponent's agility was better than his own. He no longer hesitated, let out a loud shout, and suddenly strode forward. He swung the huge shield outward with his left arm, disrupting the opponent's sight. He first retracted his right arm slightly, then locked his gaze on the opponent's side, and executed a swift slash!
At this moment of life and death battle, Toltec's eyes lit up. He dodged his feet, took two steps diagonally forward, pressed against the shield of the opponent's left hand, and avoided the slashing blow from his right hand. Then, Hei Lang pushed the shield forward with his left hand, interrupting the opponent's attempt to turn around, and suddenly swung his right hand out diagonally from below.
"Cut in the head!!"
"Bang, click", a crisp collision accompanied by the sound of bones breaking. The obsidian war club drew a cold arc and hit the warrior Tarasco hard on the back of the head.
"Uh! Huh..." The bent neck suppressed the voice of the throat, and Sitarama's scream was only half-sent, and it turned into a low final sound in the nasal cavity. He "snorted" twice like a dying hare, his nostrils began to bleed, and his head swayed and fell to his side.
"Bang!" Toltec did not spare any effort and hit the Tarasco warrior on the head again. The opponent fell heavily to the ground with a "thud", let go of the battle ax in his hand, his hands and feet suddenly trembled twice, and then there was no more sound.
Swift speed, majestic power, precise timing! In a true duel between warriors, the attack never fails, the winner is determined by taking action, and life or death is only a matter of seconds!
Toltech glanced at his dead opponent and grinned again, a smile of pure joy. He took a few deep breaths to adjust to the rapid breathing caused by the explosion. Then, Black Wolf raised his arms and shouted loudly toward the front of the formation.
"Huitzilopochtli, the god of war, has blessed me! I, the black wolf Toltec, have defeated my opponent!! I am your highness's black wolf, hunting the white deer of Tarasco!!!"
The heroic shout spread far away. Seeing the other warrior boasting about his victory, Suangua's face sank. He turned his head and looked at the general of the bodyguard, Yuku.
"Yuku, my loyal hound. If you were to play in your place, what percentage would you be sure of victory?"
Yuku looked like a sculpture, looked at Toltec's red face, and said in a deep voice.
"Proficient in combat skills and quick in movement. His breathing is a little erratic, but his physical strength is still there. Your Majesty, I am 60% sure."
Su Angua shook his head slightly. He waved the staff again, and another capable bronze ax warrior saluted the king and walked out of the guards silently. He held an extremely huge shield, looked at Toltec standing in the field, and shouted loudly.
"Blessed by the Sun God! I, the warrior from Sacapu, 'The Deer' Eisley, challenge the 'Black Wolf' Toltec to a fight!"
Toltec nodded solemnly and got ready for battle. Not long after, the desperate war drums sounded again!
In the thundering drums, Toltec advanced a few steps and once again began to stalemate with his opponent. Eisley lives up to his reputation as a deer-dresser. He is quick on his feet and moves extremely fast. The two of them fought for more than a dozen breaths, but no one could take the advantageous position. The confident Black Wolf waits no longer. He made rapid progress, getting within two steps of his opponent, then drew his stick from top to bottom and delivered a quick and powerful short blow.
"Bang!" Eisley took a step back, raised his shield steadily, and caught the attack. He moved his body again, keeping the copper ax in his right hand hidden, maintaining a powerful deterrent. The fierce exchange broke out at the first touch, and the opponent maintained a stable defense without revealing any flaws. Toltec had no choice but to distance himself and start dealing with Eisley again.
Similar confrontations continue to occur. This fight lasted an astonishing three or four minutes. Only then did Toltec find an opportunity, slicing Eisley's left leg and his opponent's right arm. Finally, he took a step forward, swung down suddenly, and knocked away the shield. He broke through the opponent's defense from the front for the first time, and then killed Eisley with his backhand!
The copper ax in Eisley's hand slipped weakly. Until his death in battle, this tough Tarasco warrior never really took action.
"Damn it! What's the 'false deer' of Sacapu? It's like a turtle of the Leman River!"
Toltec's face turned red and he was breathing heavily. The intense movement and fighting consumed too much energy. After a while, he raised his arms again and shouted in front of the two armies.
"Blessed by the god of war! I, the black wolf Toltec, defeated my opponent!! No one in Tarasco can compare with me!!!"
Hearing this, Suangua looked calm. He looked at the general of the bodyguard again.
"how?"
"My breathing is messed up and my strength is gone. I have lost my caution and become arrogant. Your Majesty, I will kill this person!"
Yuku said firmly. Suangua smiled and nodded. The sculpture-like warriors were holding slender copper spears and sharp copper axes on their waists. They strode out of the military formation with extremely precise steps.
"The brilliant warrior, 'Hound' Yuku, challenges the 'Black Wolf' Toltec to a fight!"
Yuku's face was like a rock, and he invited the battle briefly and calmly, but his eyes were filled with a burning desire to fight.
Toltec was stunned for a moment. This is the middle-aged warrior beside the king, whom he had observed carefully just now. Immediately, the same fiery fighting spirit flashed in his eyes. The two looked at each other again, and even the air became hot. Black Wolf took a deep breath and assumed a fighting stance again.
At this time, a sharp conch suddenly sounded from under the Black Wolf's flag. Then, the warrior captain Bertard hurriedly came out and caught Toltec who was waiting for the battle.
"Your Highness has ordered that Toltec return to the military formation! Give the opportunity to fight to other warriors!"
Toltec struggled reluctantly in the hands of the warrior leader. He turned his head hard and looked at the hill not far away. Under the flying flag, His Highness looked serious and nodded affirmatively. The black wolf then lowered his head, not looking at the hounds who were definitely laughing at him, and returned to the military formation dejectedly.
Yuku didn't smile. He watched the intended prey leave with an expressionless face, then closed his eyes slightly and remained motionless, waiting for a new prey.
After a while, a burly Mexican warrior walked out of the array. He held his head high and shouted proudly to the front.
"Guardian of the God of War! I, the warrior of Tolocan State, the heir to the glorious nobility, the brave 'Black Panther' Yomac, fight against Tarasco's 'Hound' Yukuyo! Remember, I will kill the person who kills you. It’s Yomak!”
Yuku opened his eyes slightly, took a closer look at the opponent's extremely tall figure and his calves that could not be covered by the shield, and nodded slowly. He put down his shield, held the nearly two-meter-long bronze spear with both hands, and pointed diagonally forward. The left hand near the front is slightly loose, and the right hand near the back is firmly held, then open the legs, bend slightly, and just stand still and wait.
The thunderous war drums sounded again. Yomac held up his shield, held his war club, and took a few strides. His eyes were fixed on Yuku, but he couldn't see any trace of his opponent's movement, as if he was facing a solid sculpture. The burly warrior strode forward, leaving deep traces in the soil on the ground. He believed that his immense power was unstoppable in his native Tolocan state.
Soon, there were only five steps left between the two. Yomak pushed out the shield in his left hand, suddenly waved the war stick in his right hand, and rushed towards the shieldless enemy in front of him!
In this flash of lightning, Yoku finally took action! With a flash in his eyes, he took a step diagonally, lowered his left hand with a loose grip, and raised his right hand with a solid grip. Then, he suddenly pushed forward with his right hand, hitting his half-loose left hand, and the two hands met in a precise and vicious stab!
The shining gun head drew a sudden and rapid arc, and "poof!" pierced into Yomak's calf. The charging opponent's burly body staggered suddenly, and the shield in his hand subconsciously pressed down. "Crack!" The bronze spear was quickly pulled back against the shield, making a harsh scraping sound. Then another "Poof!"
A smile finally appeared on the face of Yuku's sculpture. "Boom!" He kicked his opponent's shield, and with the force of the counterattack, he withdrew the sharp spear from the enemy's body. The shield and war club fell in response, and the burly Yomak fell backwards like a fragile reed toy of the Mayans. He tried hard to raise his hands and hold down his bleeding neck. Bright red emerged from the big hole above his collarbone. Soon, the boundless darkness came from the bright red and engulfed him mercilessly.
Yuku planted the bronze spear on the ground, turned around, and bowed his head to the king. Then, he calmly raised his arms and declared victory towards the Mexica military formation. Cheers finally sounded from Tarasco's military formation, accompanied by the excited shouts of the warriors.
"Yuku! Yuku! The hound given by the three gods to capture the tigers and leopards of the Mexica!!"
Under the wolf flag, Shulot opened his eyes wide and recalled the action of the Tarasco warrior stabbing his spear, but he couldn't remember it clearly. The young commander looked solemn. When he heard the enemy's shouts, he gritted his teeth slightly and waved the flag again.
This time, a powerful jaguar warrior stepped out of the array. Wearing colorful tiger skin armor and a low-hanging feather crest, he roared fiercely at the enemy in front of him.
"Guardian of the God of War! I, the warrior of Tenoticlan, the 'War Tiger' Ixca, fight against the 'Hound' Ucuyo of Tarasco!"
Yuku looked solemn when he saw the jaguar warrior's costume. He clenched the spear in his hand and bowed his head in salute. The fierce war drums sounded again, and the duel of life and death continued!
Ikska only touched the ground with the front half of his feet, maintaining the lightness of the ups and downs like a tiger and leopard. He moved quickly with small steps, fearing Yuku's swift and precise spear, and maintaining maximum flexibility.
This time, "Hound" Yuku also started to move. His steps are extremely precise and his distance is perfectly grasped. The two sides fought tentatively for several moments, and he was always in the right position to dodge his opponent's attacks. Taking advantage of the length of the copper spear, he was like a pounced snake, attacking Ikska's weak points again and again.
"Bang, bang!" The Jaguar warrior's shield was steady and powerful. Ixka raised his shield to block and turned sideways without any redundant movements, completely blocking all attacks. He got close to his opponent several times, swung the war stick in his right hand, and struck the opponent's vitals suddenly!
Yuku, however, was like a nimble hound, leaping lightly and dodging with incredible skill. He held his hands apart from time to time, used the thick barrel of the gun to push the war stick away from the side, and fired another quick shot with his backhand! The two of them kept going around like this, like leaping tigers and leopards. Every simple movement was filled with infinite murderous intent!
Shulot stood on a high place and watched the wonderful fight carefully, his eyes filled with brilliance.
This Tarasco warrior already had the rudiments of Celestial Spearmanship in the use of his spear. With the development of armor, pike infantry will occupy the absolute main position in the medieval army. This kind of marksmanship can be widely promoted in the army if it is slightly improved and simplified.
After a moment, Ikska roared suddenly. He threw the shield with his left hand vigorously, and with a quick movement of his left arm, he controlled the opponent's spear. Then, the Jaguar warrior stepped forward, raised the war stick in his right hand, and was about to deliver an imminent fatal blow to the enemy who had lost his weapon!
At this moment, a strange smile appeared on Yuku's cold face. He suddenly let go of his hands holding the gun, punched out with his left hand, and hit the opponent's shoulder holding the stick, slowing down the swing of the stick. And almost at the same moment, his right hand quickly pulled out the copper ax from his waist, and with a short and powerful chop, he cut directly into the opponent's neck!
"Zizzi!" Blood spurted out, splattering all over their faces. Ikska's pupils suddenly contracted, and the pain made his whole body convulse. Yuku's eyes showed cold pity. He slashed fiercely again, and a big head fell instantly like a real thing. Bright blood flowers bloomed, and eternal relief had truly arrived!
The situation in the field suddenly turned around, and Shulot opened his eyes wide in surprise. He watched as Yuku took a step back, wiped the blood from his face, lowered his head to salute the king, and raised his arms again. The warriors of Tarasco cheered wildly, while the warriors of Mexico were silent.
"What an incredible warrior!"
After a moment, Shulot came back to his senses and admired in a low voice. He had been paying attention to King Tarasco, and when he saw the other man walking out from the king's side, he realized that this was a truly powerful warrior. The young commander hurriedly ordered to recall his beloved general who showed signs of fatigue.
"how?"
Shulot looked calmly and looked at Toltec. Black Wolf had been clamoring just now, asking to continue participating in the war. At this moment, he remained silent and looked at Yuku who raised his arms in the field, the fighting spirit in his eyes getting brighter.
"how?"
Xuellot looked at Bertard again. The warrior commander tightened his grip on the war stick in his hand and replied in a deep voice.
"Not weaker than me, worth fighting. If you don't use a bow and arrow, you are only 60% sure."
Hearing this, Shulot shook his head. He was in some trouble for a while, and even the warrior commander found it difficult, so if others went to fight, they would definitely be dead or alive.
While the young commander was deep in thought, a Mexica scout rushed towards him from the north. Waving a red flag symbolizing emergency in his hand, he walked through without hindrance accompanied by his personal guards until he fell in front of His Highness.
"Your Highness! More than ten miles away from the north, reinforcements from the Tarascans appeared! The number of enemy troops is more than two thousand, all of them are wearing warrior armor. They are flying the hummingbird flag in the formation, and they come from the royal capital Qincongcan City!"
"What? More than two thousand, more than ten miles away?!"
Shulot clenched his fists and shouted sternly.
"Confirmed that they are reinforcements from Qincongcan City? The Western City-State Army is responsible for guarding the capital. Is there an envoy to convey this?!"
"The scout confirmed that it is Qin Congcan's flag! The city-state army has no envoy to convey the news!"
"Damn it! These blind moles are unable to carry out important tasks and are ruining my major tasks!"
The young commander just cursed in a low voice, immediately gathered his emotions, and solemnly gave the order to the generals.
"Toltec!"
"exist!"
"I'll give you two thousand longbow militiamen and five hundred elite scouts to stop the enemy forces in the north! Before I defeat Suangua, I won't allow any enemy troops to go south. Can this be done?!"
"Promise! I am willing to die for His Highness, and I will definitely defeat the enemy in front of me!!"
Toltec looked excited. He knelt down on one knee and raised his hand to promise.
"good!"
Then, Shulot raised his right hand, looked around at the generals, and shouted again.
"Generals, listen to the order! No need to wait, defeat the army of King Tarasco, the decisive battle is now! Beat the drum, blow the bamboo flute, wave the battle flag! Holy City Legion, Lance Legion, Divine Blessing Legion, Temple Guard , longbow guards, the whole army attacks!!!"
