The setting sun is like bright red cocoa, dripping into the dark sky, leaving only a faint afterglow in the western sky. Bertard squatted beside Yuku's gradually cold body and stared silently for a long time. Familiar memories once again flooded into his mind and flowed into his eyes, smearing a layer of deeper depth into the vicissitudes of the warrior chief's pupils.
"This is the fate of a samurai, no one can escape..."
Bertard looked at the hound's smile and murmured softly. After a while, he shook his head slightly, stretched out his hand, and closed Yuku's wide eyes. Then, the warrior commander took out the sharp obsidian dagger from his waist, slowly handed it out, and pressed it on the hound's neck... He needed to bring the token back to His Highness.
"Haha! Dear Holy Eagle Warrior Commander, look, who I caught!!"
Hearty laughter came from the forest not far away, and soon arrived. Bertard looked up and saw Toltech striding towards him with his arms tightly crossed and a young warrior decorated with guards on his shoulders, his face full of excitement.
With the last remaining light on the horizon, the warrior commander watched carefully. The warrior's hair was disheveled, his hands and feet were tightly tied with hemp ropes, and a ball of cotton was stuffed in his mouth. He was struggling on the black wolf's shoulder while moaning. At this moment, he looked like a captured elk, falling into the hands of the Mexica warriors!
"This is...?"
Bertard pushed aside the young warrior's messy hair and looked at the other party's arrogant eyes full of anger; then, he pinched the warrior's chin, forcing the other party to open his mouth, and observed for a while the white teeth without a trace of wear; finally, he pulled Opening the opponent's collar, he glanced at the pampered white neck and the red blood stains on the neck... Then thinking of the hound's dying behavior... The warrior commander's face finally showed unbelievable shock.
"Is this...?!"
"Yes, I know his face! This is the king of Tarasco, the Kasonchi of the Prepecha people, the most sacred game I have captured in my life, and the white deer named by His Highness, King Suangua !”
Black Wolf Toltec was in high spirits, his eyes almost shining. He carefully bent down and handed Suangua, who was struggling in vain, to the warrior chief.
"Dear Holy Eagle Warrior Captain, you taught me martial arts, recommended my talents, and saved my life today!... I want to give this sacred prey to you, so that you can offer it to His Highness!"
Hearing this, Bertard was slightly startled. He looked into Toltec's sincere eyes for a while, and after a while, he smiled happily.
"Toltec, this is His Highness's white deer, and it is also the most sacred sacrifice in the entire Western Expedition! Once he is sent back to the capital in the lake, all the priests and elders, all the people in the capital, and the entire Mexica Alliance will , and even the whole world will be excited about it! And you will also become the strongest warrior who is famous all over the world and spreads the epic!... Toltec, do you really not want this credit?"
When he heard that he was famous all over the world, a deep yearning appeared on Toltec's face. He pulled his hair and thought about it in distress for a while, then he looked ashamed and opened his mouth.
"Ah, this...respected Holy Eagle Warrior Captain, can we offer this prey together..."
Bertard laughed. He looked at the simple and resolute young man in front of him, and became more and more certain that he was his most suitable successor... The warrior commander's heart was racing, and he said with a smile.
"Black Wolf, you captured Suangua with your own hands! This is your credit. I won't take it, and I don't need it... But, you really can't take all the credit. Kuruca and Ezpan's spears The legion suffered the greatest casualties and broke through the enemy's formation from the front. According to His Highness's consideration, the credit for capturing the king was originally reserved for them... Moreover, these two generals, like us, were born among civilians. In the future, you We should also get closer..."
The sound of wind blew away the whispers in the forest and turned into whimpers in the wind. Suangua lay on the cold soil, watching himself being treated as prey, and the anger of shame engulfed his soul. He arched his legs and struggled on the ground, shouting "woo woo". Then, he saw the familiar head of the hound, hanging on the waist of another Mexica warrior, with a death smile on his face.
"Ohh Ohh ohh!!"
The king's cry turned into a choked roar, finally alarming the two people talking. Drops of blood flowed from the king's neck, along with large drops of warm tears.
"He's injured his neck?"
"It's just some skin broken. Tarasco's eagle is quite tough, much tougher than that courageless crocodile. When I approached him just now, he resisted twice. Seeing that he couldn't be beaten, he just pulled out a copper He killed himself with a dagger. It’s just that his arm was injured and his movements were slower..."
"Then it needs to be bandaged. Such a sacred sacrifice has never been seen in the history of the alliance. It must be sent back to the lake capital alive!"
Bertard said, leaning down. The warrior commander quickly struck out with a precise uppercut, hitting Suangua on the chin. Dense nerves transmit severe pain signals at the same time, and the cerebellum connected to the trigeminal nerve is instantly out of balance. The young king rolled his eyes for a moment, suddenly stopped struggling, and completely fainted on the ground. The warrior commander nodded with satisfaction, his skills in capturing prisoners had not yet been mastered. Then, the two of them quickly bandaged Su'an Gua's wound, and then, one behind the other, carrying the precious "white deer" on their shoulders, they cautiously headed out of the forest.
The fighting outside the forest has come to an end. Under the outflanking of superior troops and the shooting of precise bows and arrows, almost all the bronze ax guards at the rear were killed. Only a few people took advantage of the dim night to escape into the dangerous forest. The Mexica warriors lit torches and spread out in teams of dozens to search in the woods. It wasn't until the two commanders appeared in front of them and Bertard raised the hound's head high that the warriors of the alliance burst into cheers!
The warrior commander shouted an order to gather the scattered warriors. Then, he called his lieutenant and whispered a few words in a low voice. More than a dozen personal guards then came in a low-key manner and took over the unconscious Suangua. Black Wolf personally sat in charge and stayed by the side. The army immediately set off, and the unconscious King Tarasco, with his head lowered, was carried out of the forest on his back.
A pale moon rose from the east, illuminating the piles of corpses in front of the woods. The corpse's copper ax had been picked up, leaving only the damaged leather armor and deep blood stains on the ground. The wind blew faintly through the treetops, and the night owls were chirping quietly. It opened its round eyes wide and sniffed for death on the ground. The prestigious Tarasco Guards were silently destroyed here, hidden in the forest forever!
As the night grew darker, hundreds of warriors held torches high and hurried toward the north, taking their prey with them into the vast wilderness. Bertard looked around, and saw layers of shadows covering the earth, obscuring the traces of the day's fighting. And thousands of torches swayed on the plain, like stars in the sky. In the dense star fight, the warriors' shouts and questions continued to intersect.
The army had not gone far when a large number of warriors came towards them, greeting them from a distance.
"But the Holy Eagle Warrior Commander's troops?"
"Exactly! Which legion are you from?"
"I am a hereditary noble of Tenochtitlan, the lieutenant of Captain Iskali, and Cozart of the South Route Advance Corps! Your Highness, who is as good at fighting as a god, sent us here to clean the battlefield carefully, and to support you at the same time, bravely The Holy Eagle Warrior Commander!"
During the conversation, both parties got closer to each other. Bertard gave a slight signal, and the black wolf took its prey and hid in the center of the legion. Then, with a smile on his face, the warrior commander hurried to the front of the formation.
"Where is Marshal Iskali?"
Cozart, who responded, was dusty and strong, with the joy of victory on his face.
"This battle is a great victory! His great Highness has set up a command tent beside the battlefield in the north. The captain has already met with His Highness! The army has just rested, and the celebration dinner will begin soon!"
Bertard looked at the joy on Cozart's face and nodded secretly. Then, he looked around and asked in a deep voice.
"The plain is full of torches. Why are there so many troops cleaning the battlefield?"
"Ha! The King of Tarasco captured by the Chinese army was just a cardinal, and the real eagle was missing. His Highness was furious and sent out all our new reinforcements to search the mountains and forests, and wanted to kill the king. Find it out!...Hey, I don’t know which detachment can have the luck favored by the gods and capture the biggest loot in the Western Expedition!”
The noble Cozart chuckled, with an envious look on his face and eager greed in his eyes. Immediately, he seemed to have thought of something and looked at Bertard with a smile.
"Captain Holy Eagle Warrior, what was the result of your pursuit?"
Bertard's eyes twinkled slightly. He nodded with a smile, pointed to the head on his waist, and said simply.
"Live up to His Highness's mission."
Cozart looked at the head's face, and the greed in his eyes flashed away. Then, he looked at the warrior commander with admiration.
"I have also heard that the hound Yuku is an unparalleled warrior! He has killed such an opponent, and he is truly worthy of being the Holy Eagle Warrior Chief appointed by His Highness! Some people in the South Route Army still have doubts about you, but in my opinion , your title is truly well-deserved!”
Bertard smiled and nodded, thanking Cozart for the compliment. He waved for the Legion to move on, then spoke softly to Cozart beside him.
“It’s not easy for the South Route advance troops to arrive in time!”
"Yes. We sat in the canoe for two weeks and then landed in the south. Everyone was tired and hungry, and food and supplies were very scarce. Fortunately, the Tarasco nobles in the south were vulnerable and had no leader at all. Character. The army looted for a while, gathered the food for the northward journey, and then immediately obeyed His Highness’s call and came day and night!”
"His Highness often told us that Marshal Iskali is a true hero, a tiger who is willing to fight and never disappoints!"
"Haha! The leader also told us that His Highness is invincible and worthy of being a member of the royal family! In today's epic battle, His Highness defeated Tarasco's royal army from the front. The condor of Mexico has since flown Climbing into the sky, Tarasco's eagle broke its wings forever. From then on, in the hearts of the nobles and warriors of the Alliance, His Highness is like the real sun, rising slowly from the east!"
Hearing such a description, Bertard smiled on his face, but felt a chill in his heart. He turned his head and looked at the middle-aged nobleman beside him. Cozart also looked thoughtfully, clenched his fist and stretched out his right arm.
"The most important martial arts in the alliance! On behalf of the hereditary nobles of Tenochtitlan and the head of the Rat Wolf family, I pay tribute to the great His Highness! Please convey the highest greetings of the Rat Wolf family to His Highness for me. The high priest line , has always been our most sincere friend!"
In the Nahua language, "Cozart" means weasel. This inherited name symbolizes an ancient family that coexists with the alliance. These families may not be powerful, but they are deeply rooted in the lake capital and will never take a stand easily. And now, they finally bowed to His Highness.
Bertard looked at it for a moment, and a perfect smile gradually appeared on his face. He nodded deeply, clenched his fist and firmly held the other person's arm.
"The new sun cannot be separated from the magnificent capital city in the lake. The Rat Wolf family has its roots in the capital city..."
"Of course..."
The two of them talked in a low voice while walking, and they were very happy. The laughter floated far away, reaching the center of the military formation. Black Wolf raised his head and looked at the direction of the warrior commander in confusion. He is just a pure warrior who has just stepped into the ranks of commander-in-chief and knows little about politics. After listening for a moment, Black Wolf scratched his head in boredom, looked at the captured "white deer" beside him, and grinned happily.
The night falls, and clouds drift in from the distance, making the earth darker. A large fire appeared on the field, and high-pitched voices floated from a distance. Hei Lang followed the sound and saw that the patrol team began to become denser, and a huge camp appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
In the camp at this time, tens of thousands of warriors were singing and making a lot of noise! From time to time, someone danced a celebratory war dance and shouted the names of the gods and His Highness, their voices full of joy after a great victory. The warm night breeze blew by, and the campfires swayed in the wind. The corn tortillas coated with chili were roasting on the fire, and the air was filled with an alluring fragrance.
The army returned to camp, the warriors dispersed one by one, and the generals continued to move forward, and soon arrived at the commander's tent. In Cozart's surprised eyes, the black wolf, carrying the sacred "white deer", was the first to open the tent door and strode in.
The breeze blew in from the door, blowing the bright bonfire. The noise in the big tent immediately stopped, and everyone's eyes followed. The majestic His Highness sat high in the center of the throne, his demeanor becoming more and more solemn, and his expression showing no power. Behind His Highness is a row of armored personal guards, and on both sides are fierce generals. On the auxiliary seat next to the main seat, a middle-aged warrior with high cheekbones and a serious expression sat cross-legged.
The black wolf Toltec held his head high and looked around the generals boldly, then glanced at the dejected monkey Kuruka. He then took two steps forward, placed the unconscious Su Angua in the middle of the tent, and shouted confidently and loudly, ignoring the gazes of the generals who were either scrutinizing or guessing.
"I, the Black Wolf Toltec, offer to His Majesty the Most Holy Prey - the King of Tarasco, Kason Chisuangua!"
"Congratulations to your highness on your great victory! I am your highness's black wolf. I will hunt the white deer of Tarasco for you, and I will also conquer the world for you!!"
