Chapter 199 The Battle of Tacuro Plains Continued 3
The golden sun gradually slants westward, casting a brilliant ray of light that falls on the flag of the "Black Wolf" in the east. The flag of the Mexica Legion shines like the blessing gaze of the sun god. The slanting sunlight shines on the mountains in the west
Qiu, pulling out layers of shadows, shrouded the "feather" handsome flag. The huge shadow continued to extend, covering the battlefield calling for fighting, drowning the bloody killing. It was like the palm stretched out by the god of death, holding
Sacrificial soul.
The fierce battle has lasted for two or three quarters of an hour, with light and shadow constantly intertwining, just like the development of the battle situation and the changes in people's hearts.
With the banner on his back, Shulot stood in the bright light and stared at the enemy marshal in the shadow.
The "Feather" flag stood high and seemed to be as stable as a mountain. Near the handsome flag, messengers like dots continued to pass orders back and forth. Chapala's archers were organized again, pouring a continuous rain of arrows towards the foot of the hill.
Do your best to cause casualties.
Shulot frowned slightly. The enemy archers resumed their action and moved forward desperately, shooting at the artillery team. The wooden cannons had a very limited range and there were only two in number. At this time, they had to retreat to the rear and slowly reload.
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, a high-pitched flute sounded, and the longbow warriors quickly drew their bows, firing out the final curtain of arrows. Sharp arrows "
It rose into the sky with a roar, and then fell with a roar, nailing the enemy's archers to the hilltops in pieces.
Below the archers was the central army fighting anxiously. The enemies of the central army were divided into two formations, with a total of five thousand warriors. Under the powerful assault of the Holy City Legion, these enemy elites lost more than five hundred people in a matter of seconds, 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 stabilize and hold on, the Holy City Warriors will be firmly blocked, and casualties begin to increase.
Shulot held the command flag in his hands, looking at the two wings carefully with high spirits.
The "Monkey" on the left wing encountered a strong enemy. The sky-blue Chapala warriors were quick and orderly, and mobilized flexibly. The two sides fell into a stalemate of constant advancement and retreat. Ezpan on the right wing had the advantage, and the silver-white enemy troops were smaller in number and had rigid tactics.
.They just formed a dense shield formation, holding up the spears in their hands, struggling to resist the attack of the spear army. From time to time, some people let out dying screams and were stabbed to death by the staggered spears.
The young commander thought for a moment and no longer hesitated. He waved the flag vigorously, pointed it at the enemy on the right, and threw out the reserve team in his hand!
The war drums were fierce, shaking the hearts of the warriors. Two thousand Divine Blessing Legions and a thousand Temple Guards simultaneously burst out with a loud shout.
"Blessed by the Lord God, fight for God!"
Later, Natali, the leader of the Divine Blessing Corps, held a stick and shield in his hand and wore the traditional battle uniform of the Otomi people. He took the lead and charged forward! He devoutly shouted the name of the god "Huitzilopochtli" and led the same troops.
The fanatical Divine Blessing Legion bypassed an arc to the right and plunged fiercely into the silver-white enemy's flank. The Divine Blessing warriors waved their war sticks and did not pause under the enemy's bronze spears, with a desperate attitude.
With such a strong spirit, he broke into the formation in a moment.
The "Silver" warriors are attacked on both sides and are at an absolute disadvantage. What's even more dangerous is that, under the leadership of the experienced Etalik, a thousand temple guards are moving to the rear and are about to launch a fatal rear attack!
In the shadow of the hill, "Feather" Penguali looked gloomy and watched the battle situation on the flank. The Mexica put in a fierce reserve force and attacked the weakest flank. These legions in Otomi uniforms were extremely fierce.
, risking his own life and almost destroying 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 hold it!"
After all, Marshal "Feather" is a general who has participated in wars for many years. Although he is afraid of the power of myths and is often in a trance when encountering danger, his predictions of the battle situation are very accurate.
Peng Guali's eyes flickered, first he looked at the main bodyguard of the Chinese army, and half of the reserve warriors in his hands. Then, his eyes turned cold, and he looked at the entangled "Sky" legion, and then at the collapsing army.
The enemy on the periphery and outflanking. He just thought for a moment and made a sudden decision! The marshal quickly sent out his personal guards and summoned the loyal warrior captain.
Within a dozen breaths, the "Silver" noble Tekata left behind the commanding archers and hurried over first. His silver-white battle clothes were dyed bright red, and there were several deep-feathered arrows stuck on his shield, revealing the
It showed some of the tragedy of the previous battle. At this moment, his expression was extremely anxious, and the smile of the past was no longer there.
"Your Highness the Prince! The 'Silver' warriors can no longer support us. Please send reinforcements as soon as possible!"
Tekata stepped forward eagerly and held Prince Feather's arm.
"The enemies on the flanks have put in new troops! Your Highness, please send out the reserves in your hands!"
Peng Guali nodded. He waved the command flag, and the war drums beat immediately. The thousands of militiamen gathered in the rear lowered their heads, holding simple weapons, and were driven forward by the warriors supervising the battle to attack the temple guards who were surrounding them.
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"Master of the 'Silver' family, please return to the front line quickly and command the archers in front of the line! I will support you on both wings!"
Tekata turned his head and looked for a moment, his face becoming more and more anxious. The militia group that came to support had just collapsed not long ago, and their morale was extremely low at this time. They were just barely resisting the fanatical temple warriors, and had no effect on the overall situation.
The warriors of the "Sky" family are about to collapse!
The "Silver" noble held the arm of Prince "Feather" tightly. He knelt down on one knee, looked earnestly, and begged loudly.
"Your Highness, the 'Sky' warrior is about to die in battle! Please send your reserve warriors to join the critical flank! The 'Sky' family will remember your kindness in helping!"
Peng Guali lowered his eyes, avoiding the gaze. Then, he saw the warrior commander, whose uniform was torn and covered in blood, hurried back from the front line.
"The front line is in danger, let me go and inquire!"
Prince "Feather" broke free from Tekata's arm and strode forward to meet him. The head of the "Silver" family followed him eagerly even if he was willing to comply.
Peng Guali ran a few steps quickly to put some distance between him and Tekata. Then, he suddenly turned around and pointed at the opponent.
"Personal guards on the left and right, take him down!"
The marshal's personal guards looked at each other, but heard another sharp shout.
"Take it!"
Several loyal guards no longer hesitated and stepped forward together, holding down Tekata who was in disbelief on the spot.
"Peng Guali! You, you?!"
"Bind your arms, gagged your mouth, and cover yourself with a shield!"
Continuous commands came, but within a few breaths, the unsuspecting head of the "Sky" family was firmly restrained.
"Ah! Your Highness, this, this...!"
The warrior commander stood beside the marshal blankly. The blood on his body kept dripping from his uniform, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or the enemy's.
"This battle is unwinnable! I want to preserve the strength of the 'Feather' family and retreat with the elite main force! I want to preserve the last bit of vitality for the Lake District!"
Peng Guali looked majestic and frankly stated his plan to the most loyal bodyguard of all generations.
"My most loyal warrior captain! I hand over the battle flag of 'Feather' and more than a thousand warriors who are fighting! Four thousand archers are handed over to you, and thousands of militiamen are also handed over to you. Here is
I leave it all to you!"
The warrior captain was stunned and speechless. He looked at the magnanimous head of the family and slowly knelt down on one knee.
"Don't betray my trust! Don't betray the honor of the family!"
With that said, the head of the "Feather" family held the warrior chief's shoulders and said sincerely.
"Your beloved eldest son will take over your position! I will not forget your sacrifice!"
After 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 be kind to my family."
Peng Guali showed a perfect smile and nodded heavily.
"Your wife is my family!"
Then, he turned around and left.
The surrounding guards were silent, watching this scene that violated honor but was in line with family tradition. A guard approached carefully 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 Tekata deal with it?"
Peng Guali thought quickly and deduced the situation after retreat, and then spoke quickly.
"There is no need to inform Oanda! Take Tekata with you. He will be of great use when you return to the lake area!"
Having said this, Prince "Feather"'s eyes flashed coldly. He looked deeply at the head of the "Sky" family on the front line, looking at the sky blue warriors fighting, a strong shadow spread in his heart.
"After this battle, Tarasco is hopeless and is about to be destroyed. It doesn't matter if you don't want the throne! The three major families are here. As long as you keep the main force of the family and return to the lake area in time, no one can compete with Chapa."
The land of La is enough to become a king!"
His thoughts flashed, and Peng Guali clarified everything, no longer hesitating in his mind. He quickly sent all the militiamen to the front, replacing the main force of the Chinese army's warriors. Then, he threw down the marshal's flag and led three thousand "feathers"
The warriors of the family decisively abandoned everything in Chapala's army and quickly headed towards the Western River more than ten miles away.
"As long as you escape to the river and board a fleet transporting food, you can escape!"
Surrounded by his personal guards, Prince "Feather" ran down the hill, leaving the cascading shadows and facing the bright sunshine. Moments before leaving, he took one last look at the brand-new prince's banner on the hill.
The feathers of the Char bird are flying gorgeously. This is the hope and glory of the past! Under the big flag, the three armies are still fighting hard, and the sound of fighting resounds throughout the world. After a while, there are two more thunders!
Peng Guali looked back deeply and remembered this scene in his heart. He remained silent, but did not stop at his feet. Beside him were the troops running with their heads down. The "Feather" warriors dropped all their luggage and belongings, only keeping their hands.
With their weapons in hand, they silently followed their commander. They retreated quickly, maintaining basic order and obeying marching instructions. Behind them, there were no pursuing enemies yet. When the thunder sounded again, the "Feather" Legion had disappeared.
The end of the hill.
Under the banner of the Black Wolf, Shulot was dumbfounded as he looked at the enemy army who turned around and fled. The "Feather" legion moved so quickly! They didn't hesitate and made no unnecessary noise. As soon as the legion gathered, they quickly started marching.
state, and accelerates to the maximum after a while.
The young commander quickly waved the flag, blew the horn, and ordered the warriors of the surrounding city-states to pursue them. However, these noble private soldiers dispersed with red eyes. They chased the fleeing militiamen, snatched the property scattered on the ground, and even attacked the two wings.
The enemy's military formation. Only a handful of warriors could still stay awake and accept new instructions.
Amidst the rapid sound of the horn, Izel turned his head and looked at the marshal's flag. After a moment, he showed joy and led hundreds of family warriors to chase the retreating enemy army.
The old samurai commander came closer and took the young samurai's arm.
"Izel, the enemy's main force consists of thousands of people! The escaping jaguar is not a target for the coyote to hunt!"
Izel's eyes were bright and he was smiling.
"Dear Samurai Commander, I know this! Don't worry, I won't get too close. I'm just catching some scattered soldiers and picking up the enemy's flag! All the armies are fighting, and only we can pursue them. Your Highness will naturally be able to
Keep it in mind!"
Having said this, Izel's eyes showed reverence and he looked at the sacred "Black Wolf" handsome flag. Then, he turned sideways and looked longingly at the gorgeous "feathers" on the nearby hills.
Handsome flag.
"What a pity! This handsome flag is so close, but I can't go and capture it!"
"Izel, don't think too much. Every family warrior is precious and we can't afford to lose it. More importantly, this flag already has an owner! It must belong to the direct line of the marshal who the Chinese army is fighting for. It is the first meritorious service.
The Holy City Legion!"
Hearing this, Izel nodded knowingly. He said no more and just chased the retreating enemy, like a hyena chasing a cheetah, howling bravely and loudly!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The long wind blew away the smoke and dust on the battlefield, and the sun shone on the slanting shadow of the hills. The large-scale mobilization could not be hidden for too long. Soon, the warriors on both wings were
The retreat of the Chinese army was discovered.
Peng Guali took away all the supervising troops. The thousands of militiamen who came to support only fought for a moment. Under the impact of the temple guards, they gave out chaotic shouts and completely dispersed. Afterwards, the battle situation changed rapidly.
Parra's dialect is blown in the wind, delivering shocking news!
"The marshal is defeated!"
Under the flag of "Feather", the warriors who were fighting and fighting gradually fell to the ground, and the gorgeous and majestic prince was missing. The Mexica warriors roared and marched forward bravely.
"The marshal's personal guards have retreated!"
Following the direction in which the sun set, an army with feathered family patterns quickly moved away, leaving only a gradually smaller figure and a gradually elongated back.
"The Silver Legion collapsed!"
The temple guards blew a terrifying death whistle, drove away the fleeing militiamen, and rushed towards the rear of the silver-white warrior. Etalik had sharp eyes, knew the direction, broke through the enemy's obstruction, and rushed to the center where the enemy was gathered.
Then, he swung his war stick fiercely and knocked the commander of the samurai commander to the ground with one blow. Then he raised his weapon and violently beheaded the opponent!
The "Silver" Legion paused for a moment, then collapsed, and the gun-shield phalanx collapsed. Under attack from three sides, nearly two thousand Chapala warriors were like moonlight melting in water, shattering into white shadows all over the ground. But they
It cannot return to normal like the moonlight, but falls down one after another, shedding bright red colors, like withered cherry blossoms.
Then, thousands of voices, either surprised, excited, desperate, or whining, issued the same cry in different languages!
