Aztec Eternals

The golden sun gradually slanted to the west, casting a brilliant light, and fell on the banner of the "Black Wolf" in the east. The handsome flag of the Mexica Legion is shining brightly, like the blessing eyes of the sun god. The slanted sunlight shines on the hills in the west, pulling out cascading shadows and covering the handsome flag of "Feather". The huge shadow continued to extend, covering the battlefield that called for fighting and drowning the bloody killing. It is like the outstretched palm of death, holding the sacrificed soul.

The fierce battle has lasted for two to three quarters of an hour, and the light and shadow are constantly intertwined, just like the development of the battle situation, and like the changes of people's hearts.

Carrying the banner, Xiulot stood in the bright light and stared at the enemy marshal in the shadows.

The banner of "Feather" stands high and seems to be still as stable as a mountain. Near the handsome flag, there are small dot-like messengers passing orders back and forth. Chapala's archers were organized again, pouring a continuous rain of arrows down the hill, trying their best to cause casualties.

Shulot frowned slightly. The enemy's archers resumed their actions, marched desperately forward, and fired at the artillery. The range of the wooden cannons was very limited, and there were only two of them, so they had to retreat to the rear and reload slowly.

The young commander pondered for a moment, then waved the command flag. The three thousand shooting troops advanced quickly until they were within fifty steps. Then, the high-pitched sound of the flute sounded, and the longbow warrior hurriedly drew his bow, releasing the final curtain of arrows. The sharp arrows rose into the sky with a "swoosh", and then fell with a ringing sound, nailing the enemy's archers to death on the mound.

Below the archers is the Chinese army fighting anxiously. The enemies in the central army were divided into two formations, with a total of 5,000 warriors. Under the powerful assault of the Holy City Legion, these elite enemy troops lost more than 500 in a short time, and their morale was obviously low, but now they are gradually recovering from the chaos. They occupy a good location and are well-equipped. Once they hold their ground firmly, the Holy City warriors will be firmly blocked, and the casualties will begin to increase.

Holding the command flag, Xiu Luote was in high spirits, carefully observing the two wings.

The "monkey" on the left has met a strong enemy. The sky-blue Chapala warriors were quick and orderly, and flexible in mobilization, and the two sides fell into a stalemate of constant advancement and retreat. Ezpan on the right had the upper hand, the silver-white enemy army was small in number, and his tactics were rigid. They just formed a dense shield formation, held up the spears in their hands, and struggled to resist the attack of the Lance Corps. From time to time, someone uttered a dying scream and was stabbed to death by staggered spears.

The young commander-in-chief thought for a while, then stopped hesitating. He waved the command flag vigorously, pointed at the enemy on the right flank, and threw out the reserve team in his hand!

The drums of war are excited, shaking the souls of the warriors. Two thousand God's Blessing Legion and one thousand temple guards broke out with a resounding cry at the same time.

"The Lord God blesses, fight for God!"

Afterwards, Natalie, the leader of God's Blessing, held a stick and shield in his hand, and wore the traditional Otomi battle clothes, and charged forward! He reverently chanted the divine name of "Vizilopochtli", and led the equally fanatical God's Blessed Legion, circled an arc leaning to the right, and plunged fiercely into the flank of the silver-white enemy army. The god-blessed warriors waved their battle sticks, did not stop under the enemy's bronze spears, and rushed into the formation in a moment with a desperate spirit.

The "Silver" warriors were attacked on both sides and fell into an absolute disadvantage. What's more dangerous is that under the leadership of the veteran Etalik, a thousand temple guards are going around to the rear, about to launch a deadly rear raid!

In the shadow of the hill, "Feather" Peng Gua looked gloomy, watching the battle situation on the flank. The Mexica threw their ferocious reserves and charged on the weakest flanks. These Otomi costumed legions are extremely fierce, risking their lives, almost breaking down the "Silver" warriors.

"The 'Silver' phalanx is already on the verge of collapse. When the enemies from behind arrive, they will definitely not be able to defend it!"

Marshal Feather was, after all, a general who had been involved in wars for many years. Although he is afraid of the power of mythology and often appears in a trance when encountering danger, he is very accurate in predicting the battle situation.

Peng Guali's eyes flickered, he first looked at the main guards of the Chinese army, and half of the reserve warriors were in his hands. Then, his eyes turned cold, he looked at the "sky" army that would entangle, and then at the collapsed periphery and the outflanking enemies. He just thought for a while, and suddenly made a decision! The marshal quickly dispatched his personal guards and summoned the loyal warrior commander.

After a dozen or so breaths, Taikata, the great nobleman of "Silver", left behind the commanding archer and hurried over. His silver-white battle clothes were dyed bright red, and several deep feathered arrows were inserted into his shield, revealing a bit of the fierceness of the front line. At this moment, his expression was extremely anxious, and his old smile was no longer there.

"His Royal Highness! The 'Silver' warriors can no longer hold on, please send reinforcements quickly!"

Taikata stepped forward eagerly, holding Prince Feather's arm.

"The enemies on the flanks have invested in new and cutting-edge legions! Your Highness, please send out the reserves in your hands!"

Peng Guali nodded. He waved the command flag, and the drums of war sounded immediately. Thousands of militia gathered in the rear lowered their heads, holding simple weapons, and were driven forward by the warriors who supervised the battle to meet the temple guards who circled behind.

"Patriarch 'Baiyin', please quickly return to the front line and command the archers in front of the line! I will support you on both wings!"

Taikata turned his head and looked at it for a moment, his face becoming more anxious. The militia regiment who came to support them had just collapsed not long ago, and their morale was extremely low at this time. They barely resisted the fanatical temple warriors and had no effect on the overall situation. The warriors of the "Sky" family are about to collapse!

The "Silver" nobleman tightly held Prince "Feather"'s arm. He knelt down on one knee, with earnest eyes, and asked loudly.

"Your Highness, the 'Sky' warriors are about to die in battle! Please send your reserve warriors to join the endangered flank! The 'Sky' family will remember your kindness for helping!"

Peng Guali lowered his eyes, avoiding staring eyes. Then, he saw the samurai commander, whose battle clothes were torn and covered in blood, rushing back from the front line.

"It's urgent, let me inquire!"

Prince "Feather" broke free from Taikata's arm and strode forward to meet him. Wherever Patriarch "Baiyin" agreed, he hurriedly chased after him.

Peng Guali ran a few steps quickly to distance himself from Taikata. Then, he turned around abruptly, stretched out his hand and pointed at the other party.

"Left and right guards, take him down!"

The marshal's personal guards looked at each other, but they heard another stern shout.

"Take it!"

Several loyal personal guards no longer hesitated, they all stepped forward and held down the unbelievable Taikata on the spot.

"Peng Guali! You, you?!"

"Bind your arms, gag your mouth, and cover it with a shield!"

Continuous orders came, but within a few breaths, the unsuspecting Patriarch "Sky" was firmly restrained.

"Ah! Your Highness, this, this...!"

The warrior commander stood beside the marshal. The blood on his body kept dripping from his battle clothes, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or the enemy's.

"This battle is invincible! I want to preserve the strength of the 'Feather' family and retreat with the elite main force! I want to preserve the last vitality for the Lake District!"

With a majestic expression, Peng Guali frankly stated his plans to the most loyal generational guards.

"My most loyal warrior commander! I entrust you with the 'feather' battle flag and more than a thousand warriors fighting! Four thousand archers are entrusted to you, and thousands of militiamen are also entrusted to you. I leave it all to you!"

The warrior commander was speechless. He stared at the head of the house with a candid expression, and slowly knelt down on one knee.

"Don't betray my trust! Don't betray the honor of the family!"

Saying that, Patriarch "Feather" pressed the shoulders of the warrior commander and said sincerely.

"Your favorite eldest son will take over your position! I will never forget your sacrifice!"

Hearing this, the warrior commander bowed his head deeply, with tears in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Your Highness, I will die for my family! Please treat my family well."

Peng Guali showed a perfect smile and nodded heavily.

"Your wife is my family!"

Then, he turned to leave.

The surrounding guards were silent, watching this scene that violated honor but conformed to family tradition. A servant approached cautiously and asked in a low voice.

"Your Highness, do you want to inform the 'Sky' noble Oanda on the flank? How should the 'Silver' noble Taikata deal with it?"

Peng Guali thought quickly, deduced the situation after the retreat, and then spoke quickly.

"No need to inform Oanda! Take Taikata away. He will be of great use when we return to the Lake District!"

Having said that, Prince Feather's eyes showed a cold light. He looked deeply at the Patriarch of the "Sky" at the front line, and at the fighting sky-blue warriors, a thick shadow spread in his heart.

"After this battle, Tarasco was hopeless, and he was about to perish. It doesn't matter if you don't want the throne! The three major families are all here. As long as you keep the main force of the family and return to the lake area in time, no one can compete. Chapa The land of Ra is enough to be called a king!"

Thoughts flashed, Peng Guali sorted out everything and no longer hesitated in his heart. He quickly sent all the militiamen to the front to replace the main force of the Chinese army's warriors. Then, he threw down the marshal's banner, led three thousand warriors of the "Feather" family, resolutely abandoned everything in the Chapala army, and rushed to the western river more than ten miles away.

"As long as you escape to the river and board the fleet transporting food, you will be able to escape!"

Surrounded by his personal guards, Prince "Feather" ran down the hill, leaving the shadows and facing the bright sunshine. A moment before leaving, he took a last look at the brand new prince's banner on the hill. The feathers of the quetzal bird are flying gorgeously, this is the hope and glory of the past! Under the banner, the three armies were still fighting, and the sound of fighting resounded throughout the world. After a while, there were two thunderclaps again!

Peng Guali looked back deeply, remembering this scene in his heart. He remained silent, but did not stop on his feet. Beside him is a large army running with its head bowed. The "Feather" warriors dropped all their luggage and belongings, only kept the weapons in their hands, and followed the commander silently. They retreated rapidly, maintaining basic order and obeying the marching orders. Behind them, the pursuing enemy has not yet appeared. When the thunder sounded again, the "Feather" army had disappeared at the end of the hill.

Under the banner of the black wolf, Shulot was dumbfounded, looking at the enemy army who turned and fled. Feather's legion moves so fast! They did not procrastinate, without any unnecessary noise. As soon as the legion gathered, they quickly entered the marching state, and accelerated to the maximum after a while.

The young commander quickly waved the command flag, blew the horn, and ordered the surrounding city-state warriors to pursue. These noble private soldiers scattered with red eyes. They chased and killed the fleeing militiamen, robbed the property scattered on the ground, and even attacked the enemy formations on both wings. Only a very small number of warriors can still remain awake and accept new orders.

Amidst the rapid sound of the horn, Izel turned his head and looked at the marshal's flag. A moment later, with joy on his face, he led hundreds of family warriors to chase after the retreating enemy army.

The old samurai commander approached and took the young samurai's arm.

"Izel, the main force of the enemy has thousands of people! A fleeing jaguar is not an object that a coyote can hunt!"

Ezr had bright eyes and a smile.

"Dear samurai commander, I know this truth! Don't worry, I won't get too close, just capture some scattered soldiers and pick up the enemy's flag! All armies are fighting in chaos, and only we can pursue them. Naturally, His Royal Highness can Take it to heart!"

Speaking of this, Izel's eyes showed reverence, and he looked at the sacred "Black Wolf" handsome flag. Then, he turned sideways again, with eagerness on his face, and looked at the gorgeous "feather" handsome flag on the hill that was close at hand.

"It's a pity! This handsome flag is so close, but I can't go and grab it!"

"Izel, don't think too much, every family warrior is very precious, we can't afford to lose it. More importantly, this commander-in-chief flag already has an owner! It must belong to the direct line of the marshal who fought in the Chinese army. The Quds Legion!"

Hearing this, Izel nodded knowingly. He didn't say much anymore, just chasing the retreating enemies, like a hyena chasing a cheetah, howling bravely and loudly!

The long wind blows away the smoke and dust of the battlefield, and the sun shines on the slanting shadows of the hills. The large-scale mobilization could not be hidden for long, and soon, the warriors on the two wings discovered the retreat of the central army.

Peng Guali took away all the supervising teams. The thousands of militiamen who came to support them only fought for a while, and under the impact of the temple guards, they let out chaotic shouts and completely dispersed. Then, the tide of battle quickly changes, and Chapala's dialect blows in the wind, delivering shocking news!

"The Marshal is defeated!"

Under the banner of "Feather", the fighting warriors gradually fell to the ground, and the magnificent and majestic prince disappeared. The Mexica warrior roared and strode forward bravely.

"The marshal's personal guards have retreated!"

Following the direction of the setting sun, an army of Yujiamon quickly moved away, leaving only a gradually shrinking figure and a gradually elongated back.

"The Silver Legion has collapsed!"

The temple guard blew the terrifying death whistle to disperse the fleeing militiamen, and rushed to the back of the silver-white warrior. Etalik's eyes were sharp, he looked at the direction, broke through the enemy's obstruction, and rushed to the center of the enemy crowd. Then, he swung his baton ferociously, and knocked down the commanding samurai commander to the ground with one blow, then raised his weapon high, beheading him fiercely!

The "Silver" Legion stopped for a while, and then collapsed, and the spear and shield phalanx collapsed. Under the attack from three sides, nearly two thousand Chapala warriors shattered into white shadows all over the ground like the moonlight melting in the water. They couldn't return to normal like the moonlight, but fell down one after another, shedding bright red colors, like withered cherry blossoms.

Then, thousands of voices, either surprised, excited, desperate, or whining, in different languages, uttered the same cry!

"The handsome flag is broken!!"