The north wind is hunting, the eagle flags are flying, the arrows are whistling, and the war drums are beating away. The afternoon sun shone on the young king, and the bronze armor shone with golden brilliance, making it impossible to look directly at him.
The hound Yuku bowed deeply and saluted. At this moment, Su Angua, who had made a decision, was full of heroism. He was the king for whom he was willing to die! However, after kneeling down, General Yuku shook his head firmly and admonished sincerely. "Your Majesty, the inherited king's flag cannot be moved lightly! The front line is struggling to hold on. Once the king's flag moves, the middle army will immediately collapse! Therefore, for your safety, please leave the inherited eagle flag!"
Having said this, Yuku kowtowed again. He had a calm expression, with the determination of a hound and the cunning of a coyote.
"Your Majesty, let me carry the leader's flag and fight to the death for you first! Please put on the armor of an ordinary guard, hide among the guards, and leave a substitute to guard the king's flag!"
"The guards make a desperate attack. If things go wrong, I will protect you and retreat directly to the southwest! As long as you have a substitute and a royal flag to attract the Mexicans, your safety can be guaranteed to the maximum extent!"
Upon hearing Yuku's plan, Suangua was startled, and his courage to die fell back like a tide. "Boohoo!" Another rain of arrows came. General Yuku shouted a few words in a low voice, and the guards raised their large shields together, tightly covering the king and blocking all sight.
General Yoku stepped forward in person, bowed his head and removed the king's armor. Su Angua remained silent, but did not refuse. A stand-in of similar stature had a death wish in his eyes, and wore a shining bronze helmet that covered his face, and also put on the king's unique golden bronze armor. When the guards holding up their shields dispersed, "King" Tarasco still stood upright and stood firmly under the king's flag.
Then, "King" Tarasco waved his flag and "issued" the only order. More than 1,200 bronze ax guards were dispatched! This is the largest number of Imperial Guards that can be assembled in a short period of time. The remaining Imperial Guards have either died in battle or are about to die in the fight. At this moment, the guards put down their long bows and raised their copper axes, turning into an irresistible golden torrent and rushing towards the left wing of the royal army!
Under the banner of Black Wolf, Shulot was always paying attention to the battle situation in front of him. He saw that after a shower of arrows, the bronze ax guards under the king's banner came out in full force, leaving only a few dozen personal guards around King Tarasco. The young commander watched for a moment, then suddenly clenched the flag in his hand. The direction of the attack by the Guards infantry was not the heavy central army, but the tragically consumed Mexica right wing!
"The white deer was wounded, turned into a tiger and leopard, turned around and struck with his life! The dying beast is the most ferocious, and its final struggle is right in front of you!"
Shulot's expression was complicated, and his heartbeat began to accelerate. He knew that the heavily damaged right wing could not withstand this impact. The young king quickly waved his flag. The sharp conch horn "Didi" sounded, and the five hundred crossbowmen quickly turned around and retreated under the wolf flag. The scattered longbow guards also immediately began to gather.
The flute sounded, and more than a thousand bronze ax guards lined up in a neat queue and began to speed up. They approached the fighting left wing, burst out with a wild roar, and then suddenly rushed from the edge! The entangled kingdom warriors mustered up their last strength and launched an attack at the same time. The battle ax fell and blood sprayed! The religious legion was not well defended and had lost another third. Under the impact of the enemy guards, they only tried their best to block for a moment, and then they were broken through the defense line and gave way to the way forward. Veteran Etalik blew the whistle quickly. He personally fought forward and mobilized his personal guards, and then managed to gather the scattered soldiers into a group.
Yuku carried a small flag on his back, brandished his spear, and instantly penetrated the first line of defense. He wiped the blood on his face, looked up in the direction of the wolf flag, and continued to rush to the front. The Bronze Ax Guards did not stop and rushed forward. Soon, hundreds of longbow warriors appeared in front of them, and more Mexican warriors were coming.
"Buzz...! Whoosh...!" The big bow buzzed, sharp arrows shot, and the moment of death was coming! Dozens of guards instantly fell to the ground. The bronze arrow at close range penetrated the leather armor with a "poof" and penetrated the body with a "chi". Most of the samurai who were hit by arrows died instantly without even leaving a last word!
On this battlefield where death bloomed, Yuku remained expressionless, like a sculpture of killing. He half-hunched his body calmly and galloped like a hound. "Tear!" Within a moment, the hound was the first to rush into the archer's queue. He slanted his spear and thrust forward, stabbing the opponent in front of him to death. The Bronze Ax Guards roared again. They leaned over and charged wildly, waving the battle axes in their hands like galloping bison, raising their sharp horns!
The loosely formed longbow warriors only blocked dozens of breaths before being broken open by the surging guard infantry charging in groups. "Zi!" Yuku withdrew his spear and brought out a cloud of blood. There was no longer any obstacle to the warriors in front of him. Groups of guards also gradually penetrated the second line of defense and gathered around the leader.
The hound looked forward, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes. The Black Wolf's flag was only a few hundred steps away. The familiar Jaguar battle group stood with shields raised, and a group of cross-bow warriors quickly returned to support. Under the towering flag, the Mexican marshal wearing a plumed helmet could not see his expression clearly, but he only looked down proudly.
Yuku looked to the right. The Mexican wooden cannon was only a hundred paces away. The wooden barrel is covered with metal copper hoops, and the small muzzle emits wisps of green smoke, like a mysterious priestly artifact, which makes people awe and yearn for it. Yuku stared for a few breaths, shook his head regretfully, and left behind the easily accessible divine object. He looked at the warrior behind him again. The young king wore a standard battle armor and stood unobtrusively in the center of the guard. The king's body is dyed red, and the copper ax in his hand is stained with blood. The descendants of the condor never lack courage!
The hound nodded seriously, then waved the command flag coldly. More than two hundred guards in the rear formation were immediately left behind. They want to use their lives to temporarily block the returning Mexican Legion. Then, Yuku continued to point the flag forward and played the piccolo in his mouth. A thousand bronze ax guards followed the unrivaled warrior and charged towards the enemy commander again!
Shulot stood solemnly on the hillock, watching the royal guards who were attacking. His palms were sweating, but his face was filled with a confident smile.
"As expected of the famous Bronze Ax Guard! It's a pity that they met me, and they are destined to perish here today!"
Then, the young king glanced majestically ahead and shouted loudly to the guarding Jaguar regiment.
"My loyal noble warriors! Four years ago, the Tarascan guards stepped on your dignity and became famous in the world! Now, it is your turn to avenge your shame. I pray to the Lord God for blessings Your promise of victory! Defeat the Tarasco Guards and restore the glory of the Jaguar!!"
"Roar!!"
The five hundred Jaguars roared fiercely together. Many jaguar warriors who valued honor took out daggers and cut their cheeks on both sides, letting blood drip down. Then the blood dropped, they put their hands on their hearts and made a blood oath of death! Then, the warriors in the front row took out their throwing spears and lined up on the hill, waiting for the bronze ax guards to approach.
"Swish swish!"
Shulot waved the flag decisively again. Five hundred crossbowmen had already approached the hillock, but there was no time to go any further. They obeyed the flag and stopped on the spot. Without taking a moment to breathe, they immediately wound up their strings quickly and fired a deadly rain of arrows at the enemy guards who rushed within a hundred steps!
Seeing the crossbow warriors raising their crossbows, the hound Yuku's pupils suddenly shrank. He quickly took two steps back and stood in front of the king, raising his shield high.
"Bang, bang!" The violent impact came instantly, and the shrill scream suddenly sounded and then stopped. Then, Yuku didn't bother to check the samurai's casualties. He blew the bamboo flute quickly and pointed the flag diagonally forward. The more than 300 guards at the front immediately leaned forward and quickly approached the crossbowmen group within a hundred steps. The powerful armor-piercing crossbowmen must not be allowed to shoot flatly again at close range!
Shulot nodded slightly. Hundreds of crossbow arrows were fired, and the fierce Tarasco guards fell to the ground. Armor-piercing crossbowmen are indeed the nemesis of elite infantry. Then, the young king moved his eyes and stared at the enemy general who reacted quickly, with an appreciative smile on his face.
After more than a hundred steps, Yuku raised his head and looked at each other. He looked at the enemy marshal's contemptuous smile, with a murderous intent in his eyes. The hound just paused for a moment, then held the shield in his left hand and the gun in his right hand, leading the seven hundred guards to attack again in the direction of the wolf flag!
The fierce war drums "dong dong" sounded, and the turbulent footsteps came with a crash. The two most elite battle groups in the world finally came within fifty steps of each other. At this moment, the two supreme kings were a hundred steps apart and were betting their lives at the same time!
Shulot waved his command flag, and the jaguar warriors in the front row roared and suddenly shot out their spears; Yuku blew the bamboo flute, and the bronze ax guards in the rear row raised their long bows and suddenly shot out arrows. Then, the warriors on both sides roared at the same time and charged toward each other fiercely!
The battlefield seemed to come to a standstill for a moment. The warriors wildly waved their war clubs and chopped their battle axes. They could only see the opponents in front of them, and there was no sound in their ears. However, the world came alive again a moment later, and thunderous shouts echoed on the hills. , hundreds of the most elite warriors in the world sprayed blood, entangled with each other and fell tragically. As soon as the desperate fight begins, it immediately reaches the most intense climax!
A copper ax guard swung the copper ax vigorously, directly splitting the opponent's refined wooden shield, and the bright hanging feathers suddenly scattered everywhere. Facing the enemy's fierce attack, the skilled Jaguar warrior threw out the remaining shield, took two steps forward with vigorous steps, and swung the war stick in his hand exquisitely. The sharp obsidian blades arrive like lightning, slicing through the neck lightly and instantly taking away the enemy's life.
Before the Jaguar Warrior even showed a victorious smile, a huge two-handed battle ax came towards him. "boom"! The big ax split everything, and suddenly he fell to the ground. "Bo Bo's" blood surged like a waterfall, and his mutilated body almost split in half. It turns out that there are even more ferocious warriors with large axes hidden in the Guards Group with large shields and short axes. The power of the two-handed battle ax was unparalleled and quickly attracted the attention of the Mexica warriors.
The Great Ax Warrior just took a moment to breathe, and two war clubs attacked from both sides at the same time. The ax warrior had no shield, so he swung his ax to the right desperately. A wooden shield was shattered again with a "bang", but the experienced Jaguar warrior had withdrawn his attack and took a quick step back to avoid the oncoming edge. The opponent's door was wide open. The Jaguar warrior on the left grinned and executed a half-body slash, cutting a half-meter-long wound on the opponent's waist! The Great Ax Warrior immediately fell to the ground with a "thud", and the huge battle ax fell into the dust.
"Pfft!" As soon as the brave Jaguar warrior ended the enemy's life, the reaper's death came fiercely. A sharp spear was extremely fast, suddenly piercing the leather armor on the waist and abdomen, then it was stirred left and right, and then pulled out violently. As blood spurted out, a fresh corpse appeared on the battlefield again. Yuku raised his big gun, lightly and quickly. The other Jaguar warrior who lost his shield let out a scream, struggled and covered his neck, and fell to the ground with blood pouring out.
The hound Yuku took a step back and wiped the blood from his face. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the Mexica marshal fifty steps away like a snake. Several personal guards were holding large shields and gathered in front of the marshal. The hound stretched out his left hand, touched the long bow behind his back, shook his head, then waved the long gun again and rushed into the enemy's formation!
On the commander's platform, Shulot had put away his command flag, took down his long bow, and was paying close attention to the battle situation in front of him. He was in imminent danger, the sound of fierce fighting echoed in his ears, and the rich smell of blood lingered in his nose. This was a familiar and dangerous fight, and it was so close to him again after a long time!
The young king's expression was calm and his heart was calm. He watched the elite warriors fighting on the king's battlefield, falling alternately like rice. The warriors may be tall, strong, brave, or fearless, but they are all just pawns of the king!
Thinking of this, the young king lowered his eyes slightly, his face was like a flat lake, thunder exploded in his heart, and fire burned in his chest! The king's eyes kept scanning and moving, etching everything in his heart.
Dozens of steps away, a regiment of 500 jaguars and 700 bronze axe guards fought fiercely. They fought to the death and were evenly matched. Although the Bronze Ax Guards temporarily have a numerical advantage, they cannot break through in a short time. The decisive blow will stop here! A hundred steps away, five hundred crossbowmen dropped their big crossbows. They wielded war sticks, transformed into powerful temple guards, and fought fiercely with only half of the kingdom's guards in front of them, gaining a clear upper hand. Two to three hundred steps away, thousands of longbow warriors continued to gather, attacking the two hundred guards who were desperately trying to block them. The number of guards continues to decrease, and they can only block it for half a moment at most!
Shulot nodded slowly. He looked to his side and shouted in a deep voice.
"Bound the war drum for the general attack and wave the flag forward! Strictly order the warriors of the front army not to return for reinforcements, break the enemy formation quickly, and cut off King Tarasco's flag!"
Then, the young king looked at Bertard beside him and ordered before the warrior captain spoke.
"Bertard, you are my bravest Holy Eagle! Bring a dozen warriors to repel the enemy general!"
Shulot stretched out his finger and pointed at Yuku, who was fifty steps away and kept advancing in the formation.
"He is the spearhead of Tarasco's guards! Defeat him, regardless of life or death!"
Looking at the majestic king, Bertard remained silent, lowered his head and saluted solemnly. Then, the samurai commander took off his long bow and aimed at Yuku, who was dancing with his spear. After a slight pause, he fired a fierce arrow!
"Whoops!" A precise sharp arrow roared towards him! Hearing the sound of the rushing wind, Yuku suddenly tilted his head and felt a pain in his left ear. He quickly bent over and reached out to touch. The tentacles were filled with warm blood, and only half of his left ear was left. The hound started suddenly and stopped cautiously. He looked up and saw a warrior with a vicissitudes of life putting away his big bow, holding a stick and shield, and striding towards him.
Seeing the opponent's steps, Yuku looked stern. Ignoring the pain in his left ear, he quickly looked back and glanced at the Supreme King covertly. The king stood low-key in the center of the guards, accepting the quiet and strict protection of the warriors. The hound Yuku pursed his lips, nodded affirmatively to the king, and turned around again. Then, he took a deep breath, raised the spear in his hand, stared at the Mexica warrior captain who was approaching quickly, and quickly walked forward to meet him.
Bertard looked determined. He stepped lightly, running like a tiger, with an obvious sense of rhythm, leaping forward like a beast. The warrior commander stared at the opponent in front of him, taking in the opponent's figure but not being confused by his opponent's small movements. When martial arts reaches a certain level, the enemy in front of you will condense from a complex and detailed human form into a simple and abstract figure. Attack, defense, dodge, block, all movements have a powerful tendency, and there are traces to follow, which cannot be hidden from his eyes! At this level, the only thing that determines the outcome of the fight is the strength and speed of the movements, and the precision and control of the body!
Bertard smiled slightly, quickly raised the shield in his left hand, and Yuku's rapid thrust was blocked with a "bang". Then, the warrior commander leaned forward and got within two steps of his opponent. He swung out his right arm and struck the opponent's side with a precise attack from his war stick.
Yuku immediately dodged dexterously and opened the distance again. He raised his spear lightly and stabbed Bertard's neck. Bertard also made a dodge step, dodging the spear perfectly. Then, the samurai commander swung his stick diagonally and deflected the spear. At the same time, he moved forward with his left foot and got close to the opponent again. Yuku had no choice but to step back, keeping the best distance for his spear.
On the fierce battlefield, the two men advanced and retreated, changing their footsteps, avoiding the surrounding weapons while launching fierce attacks on their opponents. After only a minute or two of fighting, Yuku's heart sank and he felt a chill. He had been fighting all the way and had already consumed most of his energy. At this time, facing such a powerful opponent, he really had no confidence at all!
The situation is critical and we must hurry! Thinking of this, Yuku's eyes sharpened. He suddenly took a step forward and thrust out his spear, revealing an obvious flaw. Then, he loosened his right hand slightly, always ready to draw the ax and strike!
Bertard narrowed his eyes slightly, aware of his opponent's raging murderous intent. He waved the shield, felt the slightly weaker strength of the spear, and then showed a knowing smile. Faced with the enemy's weaknesses, the samurai commander did not rush forward. He just slashed at the opponent's hands along the spear, forcing Yuku to immediately abandon the spear and draw the axe.
The warrior commander's smile was like a sharp arrow, piercing deeply into Yuku's heart. The agile hound took another step back, putting some distance between himself and his opponent. He sighed softly, gave up all chances, then made a decision and shouted loudly.
"Hold him off! Buy me a moment!"
After hearing the general's order, the guard captain who led his team to follow gritted his teeth. He held his big shield high and half-hidden his copper ax, then threw himself forward and rushed forward. Dozens of guards around him also rushed forward.
Bertard frowned slightly, led the dozens of warriors beside him, dodged the leader of the guard, and continued to kill General Yuku. However, the captain of the personal guard raised his shield high and pursued the entanglement regardless of life or death. But Yuku in front left behind a large group of guards to block him, and turned around and left with only a few dead soldiers!
As soon as it was far away from the powerful warrior captain, the swift hound bent down and launched a ferocious attack towards the enemy formation on the other side. He swung his spear quickly, endured the increasing wounds, and desperately took ten steps forward! Then, amidst the sacrificial guards of the dead soldiers, the unparalleled warrior inserted his spear into the soil with a "bang", then took off his longbow without any pause, and pointed it at the Mexica marshal thirty steps away, with a lightning-fast strike. shoot!
