"Your Highness!"
After dozens of steps, Bertard suddenly looked back. For the first time, deep fear appeared on his usually calm face.
"Blessed by our ancestors, blessed by the three gods!"
Suangua swung the ax vigorously, his face full of uncontrollable ecstasy. He watched the Mexica commander suddenly rear up and disappear behind the shield formation, while the three-meter-high black wolf flag also fell to the rear, and he couldn't help but shout.
"The commander of Mexica is dead! The royal army will win!!"
Accompanied by high-pitched shouts, the elite warriors at war relaxed their hands. Thousands of concerned eyes looked at the wolf flag not far away. Strong emotions are revealed in the eyes, and complex emotions are intertwined in the air! The Tarasco warriors were filled with excitement and joy, while the Mexica warriors were shocked and worried.
Where all the troops are tied, where everyone's eyes are, where the commander's flag is, is the morale of the whole army! The black wolf's handsome flag suddenly fell halfway, then suddenly stopped, and then slowly stood upright. With the support of his bodyguard Tels, Shulot finally stabilized his body and straightened up with difficulty!
The young king touched the broken and hanging feather helmet, and then touched the handsome flag that was firmly tied behind his back. Then, he raised his head and looked at the copper arrow less than a foot away from his head, and a strong heart palpitation surged into his heart. After a moment, the throbbing in his heart turned into rage. He stretched out his hand and used all his strength to pull out the copper arrow stuck on the flagpole. The bronze arrow penetrated three-thirds of the way into the wood and could not be pulled out for a moment. The young king gritted his teeth and cursed loudly.
"Damn Tarascans, they always use such despicable means of sneak attacks!!... The league's coach carries such a banner, he is a living target for bows and arrows!"
At the moment when life and death were decided, a sharp copper arrow turned into a galloping electric light, accurately passed through the gap in the shield, fiercely shot off the long feathers of his crown, and then nailed into the flagpole behind him with a "duh" sound. ! The young king immediately lowered his head and the rapid wind of arrows roared across his forehead. The huge impact still caused him to fall on his back!
"The alliance's tradition really needs to be changed! The era of long-distance has arrived, and the strategy of war must also be improved accordingly!"
Shulot shook his head vigorously. The Mexican Alliance has always been the most courageous. The commander of the legion always carries a conspicuous flag and stands at a high place in front, personally inspiring the warriors to fight bravely. And when the new era arrives, this old rule is full of huge risks. In the "former" history, the Mexicans fought many times with the Spaniards in the wild, winning first and then losing, all because the coach carrying the banner suddenly fell and was sniped to death by the enemy's muskets and crossbows.
The young king's heart was ups and downs, but his face remained solemn. He adjusted his feather crown again, stood up straight, waved his hand firmly, and the shield formation of his personal guards dispersed slightly. The coach's tall and majestic body was finally revealed in front of everyone again. Then, the young king clenched his fist and raised his right hand high!
"By the blessing of the Lord God, Your Highness is unscathed!"
In an instant, fanatical cheers suddenly sounded. The Jaguar warriors let out a roar with all their strength, and then violently attacked the enemy in front of them. Their attacks are more powerful, their slashes are more ferocious, they will tear the despicable Tarascans to pieces!
"Hey!" Tels took half a step forward and raised the huge tower shield defensively, and the rapid-fired copper arrows were completely blocked. Once the closely guarded guards are on guard, such a sneak attack will have no chance of success.
"The time has passed, the three gods have abandoned us!"
The hound Yuku lowered his bow and sighed with heartache and regret. The surrounding jaguar warriors were killing like crazy beasts. They swung their war clubs vigorously, swept their shields, and even stopped defending, concentrating on attacking the despicable enemy general who sneaked up on His Highness. In just a dozen breaths, the few dead soldiers guarding him died one after another.
"Whoops!" The fierce wind sounded suddenly. Yuku quickly bowed his head, and an electric arrow passed over his head accurately. The sharp copper arrows passed through the bronze helmet and shot into the distance with a "hissing" sound! The hound looked up in fear, only to see the Mexica commander on the commander's platform glaring angrily. He bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and aimed at this place again! The keen Yuku did not hesitate, immediately bent down and moved like a hound.
One arrow missed, and another was on the string. Shulot personally picked up the long bow, took aim for a moment, and then frowned solemnly. The enemy general is like a changing rabbit, difficult to pinpoint accurately. He immediately shifted his bow and arrow and looked towards the center of Tarasco's military formation. An ordinary copper axe guard also stared at him.
The two people's eyes met, and the Bronze Ax Guard's eyes showed extremely strong regret and unforgettable hatred. Shulot frowned again and recognized that this was the enemy who was shouting just now! So, the young warrior took aim briefly, then decisively released his right hand and shot the arrow with awe!
"Whoops!" The sound of death came in an instant. Suangua's face showed horror. He suddenly turned sideways and felt a sudden pain in his right arm. "Poof!" A sharp feather arrow shot through the leather armor and penetrated deeply into his arm, and blood immediately flowed from the wound. Faced with the threat of bows and arrows, the guards on both sides quickly raised their shields, several archers raised their bows and fired back, and a personal guard approached in a low-key manner to check.
Su Angua squatted down and quickly took off his leather armor. It was impossible to heal the wound carefully in the fierce battlefield, so the guard apologized in a low voice, and then carefully and quickly broke the arrow handle. The king gritted his teeth and groaned. The guard paused, and without waiting for the expected rebuke, he continued to take out the gauze, connected with the arrow that had penetrated the flesh, and expertly bandaged the wound.
The young king remained dead silent. He endured unprecedented weakness and pain, his eyes were red, and he stared at Shulot's position. Until the personal guards have finished dealing with it, help the king put on his armor again. Only then did Su Angua groan in pain and growl full of despair.
"The three gods protect the condor, and the kingdom will never be destroyed! One day, I, Suangua, will draw my long bow with my own hands, shoot through your heart, and revive the Kingdom of Tarasco!"
"Take your life!"
Dozens of steps away, Bertard gave a swift kick with his left foot, causing his opponent to stumble suddenly. Then, the warrior commander swung his right arm vigorously, and the sharp war stick drew an exquisite arc, accurately hitting the guard commander's neck. The guard commander who was desperately struggling suddenly stopped, and his eyes lost the light forever. He just said "uh, uh" twice, and then fell straight into the dust with the blood spurting out.
"Where to escape!"
The warrior commander was furious, glanced at him, and shouted again. His eyes were burning with anger, and he locked Yuku's direction and made another fierce dash.
When Yuku heard the sound and looked back, he saw the fallen body of the guard captain. His eyes darkened, he turned his head again, and was horrified to see the injured king. At this moment, the peerless warrior was filled with exhaustion. He looked around the battlefield. The Bronze Ax Guards and the Jaguar Battle Group were fighting each other, unable to break through at all. The enemy's crossbowmen not far away had formed a team and started shooting at the rear array of the guards. But hundreds of steps away, there were only a few dozen guards standing in the way. Thousands of longbow warriors were like an unstoppable ant colony, about to drown everything.
"There is no hope for this battle anymore. The royal army is doomed to fail!"
General Yuku clenched his hands, whined like a lone wolf, and squeezed out a cry of despair from his heart.
"The front army is behind the scenes! The rear army retreats! Quickly retreat to the southwest! Didi!"
Yuku blew the shrill conch horn and waved the flag of retreat. Then, he coldly abandoned the front army and ran towards the king without looking back. The bronze ax guards at the back of the palace looked at each other, their eyes showing a desperate will to die. They struggled to raise their shields and used their lives to barely block the angry warrior captain and the equally angry Jaguar Chapter.
The more than 300 imperial guards turned around quickly. They covered the king in a low-key manner and rushed southwest in formation. A moment later, a fierce rain of arrows struck from the sky. The longbow warriors had already broken through the barrier. Under the command of the marshal's flag, they first detached a group to pursue quickly, while the rest shot at the fleeing guards. Injured guards continued to stay behind, desperately resisting the pursuing Mexica warriors, and soon turned into corpses on the ground.
Shulot stood under the black wolf's flag and waved the command flag in his hand again. The Longbow Guards then divided into five hundred men and attacked the remaining enemy guards from behind. War sticks were waved, copper axes were struck, and the stalemate lasted only a moment before the situation on the battlefield changed. The Mexica warriors besieged them from two sides, coupled with the shooting of arrows at close range, it only took a quarter of an hour for the Tarasco guards to fall down one after another, struggling to form different shapes in front of the hill.
Desperate cries rang out one after another, rising into the sky and turning into shrill howls. The gods of Tarasco remained indifferent, watching the all-devouring battlefield, which eventually consumed them. The hundreds of guards at the back of the palace were bleeding with blood, returning all the warmth to the Mother Goddess of the Earth. Then, their bodies gradually became cold, blended with the vast wilderness, and slept in their hometown forever. And an ancient kingdom is disappearing in this era of change along with their lives!
The war drums were beating fiercely, arrows were flying, and the roars of victory were intertwined with the dying wails. The young king looked down at the battlefield at his feet. The guards were chasing him to the north. The last enemy army was defeated, and the situation was determined! He exhaled deeply, feeling the strength filling his chest. Then, Shulot raised his head and showed a bright smile with heartfelt excitement.
"I finally won this battle!!"
More than ten meters away, Bertard strode forward, carrying a blood-stained war stick, and hurried back to His Highness's side. He circled around the wolf flag and looked at it carefully for a few seconds before bowing his head and saluting with peace of mind.
"Your Highness, the enemy guards have been completely defeated, and the Royal Tarasco army has no power to fight back! In the end, we won this battle that decided the world! Victory belongs to you, my king!"
Hearing this, Shulot laughed loudly. He patted the warrior commander's shoulder affectionately, and then said in a deep voice.
"The Tarascans attacked me again! I am very angry! Bertard, I will give you five hundred personal guards to hunt down the hound general! If possible, capture him alive. If not, kill him on the spot. kill!"
Bertard promised solemnly. Afterwards, he hesitated for a while before making a suggestion.
"Your Highness, the first priority now is to defeat the enemy's center, cut off the royal eagle flag, and capture King Tarasco! As long as the royal flag is broken, the enemy army will be completely defeated!"
Xiuluo nodded and laughed loudly with confidence.
"No need to worry, I know of course! I am going to leave this honor to the two generals of the central army, especially Ezpin, who is from the kingdom! Bertard, my holy eagle, go and catch the enemy's hound for me!" "
Bertard saluted solemnly, turned around and led the troops away. During the battle, he once again felt the changes in His Highness, just like the sun at noon, releasing scorching light.
Shulot looked at the front line, and the battle situation had completely tilted towards the alliance. With the failure of the Bronze Ax Guards' assault, the morale of the king's army was once again shaken. The royal warriors on both wings shrank into a full defensive circle, while the Tarasco militiamen in the center were far away, leaving only a few rows of thin defense lines. Behind the enemy's center, the inherited eagle flag wavered feebly. The determined "King" of Tarasco, with his lone bodyguard, is standing bravely under the king's flag.
"In the situation of death, persevere to the end. He is truly a glorious king, and should be offered as the most noble sacrifice!"
The young king stared at the eagle flag for a moment, then looked at the king in golden armor, and softly admired it from the bottom of his heart. Then, he looked solemn and waved the flag vigorously.
"Dong dong dong!" The war drums were extremely urgent, like a continuous line of heavy rain in the rainy season. Thousands of longbow warriors raised their war clubs and let out shocking roars. They launched a fatal assault on Tarasco's spearmen from both sides of the central army at the same time!
"Dong dong dong!" Before the first war drum had finished, the warriors had already penetrated the enemy formation and surrounded the rear of the Chinese army. Kuruca blew the bone whistle hastily, and Ezpan waved the battle flag vigorously. More than 6,000 long-armed militiamen shouted in unison, like a flood that had been accumulating for a long time, and finally broke through the embankment's defense line!
"Dong dong dong!" The second war drum sounded again. The sharp cold light flashed, and the torrent of spears drowned everything. The royal militiamen resisted, trembling and wavering, and finally dropped their weapons, turned around and fled, exposing their fragile backs. The militiamen howled and tried to flee the battlefield, but were mercilessly poked to the ground. The Mexican warriors on both sides of the central army surrounded them, and the tens of thousands of Tarasco militiamen knelt down and surrendered to the enemy who could not compete.
The surging gun array did not stop, and the warriors and militiamen moved forward feverishly. In just a moment, thousands of Mexican legions surrounded the tiny King of Tarasco and the lonely royal eagle flag in an airtight manner!
"Dong dong dong!" The third war drum soared into the sky. The militiamen thrust out sheets of spears and easily killed all the guards around the king! The dense forest of spears brought a chill and tightly shackled the king. Then, with the tacit approval of His Highness's envoy, Ezpan rushed forward ferociously, letting out an excited and meaningless scream. The former miner of the kingdom wielded a bladeless war club, suddenly knocked down the supreme king, and then tied his hands tightly with hemp rope, like a white deer tied for slaughter!
A few steps away, Kuruka's eyes moved. He held the towering King's Flag with one hand, took out the small copper ax with the other hand, and then slashed hard! With a "click", the two-hundred-year-old king's flag tilted slowly, then accelerated toppling, until it fell to the ground with a "bang", and the flag fell into the soil.
At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be quiet. The next moment, tens of thousands of Mexican soldiers cheered in unison, and the high-pitched shouts shook the world, accompanied by two thunderbolts fired into the air!
"Boom! Boom! Captured King Tarasco! Captured King Taras!!"
Warm cheers echoed across the battlefield. The royal warriors on both wings paused for a moment, watching the royal flag fall to the ground, and finally lost all morale. As if their backs were broken by the last straw, they knelt down directly in front of the battle, dropped their bronze spears and shields in pieces, and let their opponents' weapons fall on their necks, unable to offer any resistance. The tough royal warriors lost hope and turned into limp turkeys, hundreds of them captured by the Alliance!
Shulot stood high up. He watched Tarasco's royal flag crash down, and watched the enemy troops in the front line collapse. He listened to the thunderous cheers of the warriors and heard his name being called in the cheers. The young king is full of pride and ambition. He looked at the red sun setting in the west, laughed, raised his right hand, grasped the sun in his hand, and then looked up to the sky and roared happily.
"... Thousands of waves of lofty sentiments, red sunshine with blood. My good man will rule all directions!!"
