Aztec Eternals

The relentless pursuit lasted for half a day, and the warriors ran with killing. The enemy's militiamen were overtaken by formations. They were either shot to the point and turned into cold corpses; or their hands were tied and they became prisoners of the escort. Only a few people can escape from the open Lake District plains, into the rolling western mountain forests, and then return to their hometown along the river.

Chapala's Feathered Legion moved like the wind, turning for dozens of miles. They boarded the grain boats, abandoned all the provisions, and made their way downstream as far as they could. The chasing city-state warriors stopped by the river and sighed while looking at the river. They captured stragglers, collected valuable food and grass, hid private seizes, and escorted the captives back.

It wasn't until the setting sun fell from the sky, bright red poured into the earth, and darkness flooded the battlefield, that the day's fighting came to an end.

After the great victory, there are no more than three important military affairs. One is to count military exploits and reward the generals of each army. The second is to calculate casualties and provide compensation for the army. The third is to deal with captives and collect food and materials. It is said to be three things, and they are often combined together.

The army set up a camp on the edge of the battlefield and lit a night bonfire. Xiulot summoned all the generals in the army, drank beer to celebrate, and then announced the summary of the battlefield.

"The Quds Legion will be the first to capture the flag! Come on, Olosh, my teacher. Drink this cup to the brim and applaud your bravery!"

The young commander stood in the middle of the big tent. Holding a clay pot in his hand, he poured the wine himself, inspiring all the generals who have made great contributions.

This is what it should mean. As the most loyal lineage, the Holy City Legion directly faced the toughest Chinese army of the enemy, and also carried out the most courageous assault. They killed and wounded 2,000 enemy soldiers successively, and their own casualties were also 500. The head of the legion, Olosh, took the lead, killed the warrior leader of the Feather family, broke the enemy's commander-in-chief flag, and also won the three armies bravely.

Olosh laughed, took the tequila water and drank it down.

"Congratulations to Your Highness! Since the great war is won, we can go south in a few days! This western expedition is invincible, and the Northern Route Army is astonishing all over the world!"

Shulot nodded with a smile. He poured another glass of wine and said solemnly.

"The artillery team fired several rounds, suppressing the morale of the Chinese army, and crushing the enemy's wings. This should be regarded as secondary merit! Dozens of artillery craftsmen, all promoted to warriors!"

After all, the young commander beckoned. At the corner of the big tent, a craftsman representative stepped forward. His face was full of joy, but his feet trembled tremblingly. He first bowed his head in salutation, then carefully took the wine glass, and took a few sips respectfully. Then, the craftsman bowed halfway, respecting the generals in the tent.

The generals nodded slightly, and most of them took a sip. Only Monkey and Ezpan, who led the militia, drank in one gulp, expressing their solemnity.

Xiulot remained silent, seeing everything in his eyes.

After this battle, the artillery used its unquestionable power to shock the prestige of the battlefield, allowing low-status technical craftsmen to gain a foothold in the army. In addition to the traditional warriors and militiamen, a new class has been born in the Mexica Legion, technical craftsmen who manipulate firearms!

The young commander knows the general trend of firearms development in the future. He plans to set up a special gun station and military academy, establish the system and regulations by himself, and cultivate this brand-new force. As for the person in charge of the firearms unit, he must have a forward-looking vision and the ability to learn and explore. He is still thinking carefully.

"The Divine Blessed Legion broke into the enemy's right flank, and the edge was irresistible. The temple guards surrounded the enemy's rear and completely defeated the enemy. Natalie, Etalik, you are the third! Come, let's drink this cup together and congratulate the Lord God !"

The generals of the two religious legions saluted one after the other and drank together. They applauded in unison.

"Praise the Lord God! The Lord God protects and bestows victory in this battle! Your Highness is the descendant of the Lord God's favor, destined to fly high in the lake like an eagle, and shine like the sun!"

Hearing this, all the generals also shouted together.

"Praise the Lord God, Your Highness! The sun shines on the world!"

The heroic shouts resounded through the big tent, accompanied by the excitement of striving! In the outermost corner of the big tent, Izel of the western city-state looked excited and joined the cheers of the generals.

And not far from His Highness, the young Horta looked gloomy, his movements were stiff, and he was at a loss. As the successor Patriarch of the Sky Clan who led the troops to surrender, His Highness treated him favorably and specially let him sit beside him. At this time, listening to the victory cheers of the Mexican generals and feeling the majestic fighting spirit of the crowd, Horta was like a young bird in a flock of mighty eagles, terrified and bowed his head silently.

There was a smile on the corner of Xiulot's mouth, satisfied with the high spirits of the generals. The two religious legions assaulted for a quarter of an hour, completely defeating the Silver Legion. The casualties of the two armies were only more than a hundred, and the morale remained strong, and they could go to war again.

Then, the young commander-in-chief raised his glass again and spoke with a smile, all the generals fell silent instantly.

"Lance Corps defeated the militia in front of the enemy and held down the warriors on both sides of the Chapala Legion. They also made outstanding achievements in the war! Kuluka, Ezpan, you personally formed the Lancer Corps, and now it is finally ready for use. We What a joy! You know, commanding an army is not easy, and training is even more difficult. Come! Drink this cup to the brim, and all the generals will also drink together. Congratulations to the two commanders!"

Kuluka stepped forward respectfully, and slowly drank the wine poured by His Highness, without leaving a single drop. Then, he smiled.

"I can lead the army only because of His Highness's promotion. His Highness also personally participated in the training of the new army and guided him with heart. If we win this battle, the Long Spear Corps will have the confidence to fight against all enemies for His Highness! Please let me toast Your Highness!"

The corner of Xiulot's mouth raised, he patted "Monkey" on the shoulder kindly, and drank the toasted wine.

Seeing His Highness's regard for Kuluka, the generals felt jealous and toasted one after another to congratulate the humble commander of the army who was born as a commoner. Kuluka smiled and responded one by one. He replied sincerely, but it made people feel like spring breeze.

Then Ezpan stepped forward. He saluted deeply, drank the wine carefully, and imitated Kuluka's manner, toasting to His Highness.

"Your Highness, you have given me new life and light, and you are the only sun in my heart! Please allow me to toast you and offer you eternal loyalty. The Tarasco Legion will fight for you, no matter who the enemy is!"

Hearing this, Horta raised his head and glanced at the general who was born in central Tarasco. The opponent was wearing a Mexica battle suit, a sun god amulet around his neck, and an armband of an alliance warrior on his arm. Apart from the familiar accent in his accent, there was no trace of Tarasco.

"I don't know which noble family he belonged to before he surrendered? Maybe he can quote one or two and ask for some information about the alliance."

Horta's eyes flickered, he thought seriously, and observed the situation in the big tent more carefully.

Seeing Ezpan's toast, Shulot was slightly taken aback. Immediately, he laughed loudly, accepted the other party's approach, and also drank the wine.

In this battle, the Eight Thousand Long Spear Corps proved the power of the spear array. Facing a loose formation with only brave militiamen, they were like chopping melons and vegetables, killing them effortlessly. The front of the gun array is extremely powerful, even facing the enemy's elite warriors, as long as the flanks and back are properly protected, they can still gain the upper hand.

"The gun array should not be put into battle alone, but should have the cooperation of friendly forces to cover the weaknesses of the left and right. The gun array needs to be combined, separated, or even formed into a column when necessary. This requires more training on the battlefield! And as long as the gun array is not attacked scattered, the casualties of soldiers will not be serious."

During the war, the Eight Thousand Spears remained in complete formation. They fought against the militiamen and warriors one after another, facing the spears and the rain of arrows, but lost more than 500 people. The distance advantage of dense spears is fully reflected in close combat.

"After this battle, the status of the militia will be improved and a future path will be found! As long as the cooperation is strict, the militia who have been trained for half a year can still fight against the warriors who have been trained for five years!"

Shulot smiled and thought. He glanced at everyone, thoughtful.

The performance of the generals can prove the problem. Kuluka is His Royal Highness's follower, and has always been trustworthy, so everyone expressed his favor one after another. As for Ezpan, who personally formed the new long spear army, many generals who were born in the samurai family lacked interest, and even had obvious rejection, not as good as the newly joined Natalie.

Seeing His Highness accepting the toast, Ezpan was beaming with joy. He imitated Kuluka and toasted the generals, but there were very few responders. He raised his glass in embarrassment and stood in the field, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Shulot thought for a while, then stood up, walked to Horta's side, and lifted him up.

The generals stopped persuading each other to drink and became quiet again.

"This is the Patriarch of the Chapala Sky Family, the eldest son of the warrior I saw during the day! The Chapala Warriors joined the Alliance, and the Sky Legion surrendered to the Northern Army. I am very happy!"

With a smile on his face, Shulot looked at the embarrassed Horta.

"Horta, since you have inherited the name of the sky, you must be like your venerable father! You must fight bravely and tenaciously, believe in the Lord God devoutly, obey the virtues of a warrior, and be loyal to the great alliance! Remember! , follow your father's last wish, lead the army back to the hometown, and make the betrayed Feather family pay the price!"

Hearing this, Horta looked excited and touched his heart. He thanked His Highness Yu for his compliment to his father, he was terrified in his heart, but he couldn't say anything in his mouth.

"Thank you...your highness...loyalty...to the sun...feathers...damn..."

Shulot observed the expression of the young Patriarch, and then smiled. He turned sideways and smiled at Ezpan.

"Come on, Ezpan. You are not far from Horta's hometown, so come forward and offer the wine in your hand to the warrior queen!"