The long wind blows, the battle flag is raised high, and the vivid hummingbird flies on the flag. It symbolizes the reinforcements of the royal capital, dancing in the air. The air is filled with distant blood, and the wind is filled with fierce shouts. The sky
It’s vast, the earth is churning, the war is raging, and the fields are full of murder!
The old warrior stood under the battle flag, looking towards the south where the fierce fighting was taking place.
At the end of the sky are black spots of fierce fighting, and yellowish smoke is rising from the intertwined military formations. At this moment, tens of thousands of warriors are fighting desperately, and their small figures are disappearing and appearing in the smoke. They
As if hidden in an illusory world, it is the mouth of the demon that spits smoke, leading to the kingdom of the dead in the underground abyss!
The old warrior continued to search. Soon, the inherited eagle flag came into view. From his perspective, the king's flag stood between heaven and earth, like a sacred cocoa tree, inheriting two hundred years of glory. It was tenacious and majestic.
Don't move, let the ants at the bottom of the tree fight, let there be hope for everything!
Seeing this scene, the old warrior sighed and remained silent. The warm breeze blew through his brand-new leather armor, carrying a hurried shout; the slanting sunlight illuminated his shining bronze helmet, casting a long shadow.
The years have carved traces of sadness on his face, leaving only a pair of bright eyes.
"Whoosh!" The shrill rain of arrows struck from the south again. Seeing the shaking figure not far away, the old warrior trembled violently. He quickly raised his shield, crouched down quickly, and struck one after another.
Then "bang, bang" came. The surrounding recruits were hit by arrows one after another, letting out pitiful howls and struggling on the ground in vain. The area immediately became empty under the fluttering flags, leaving only dozens of veterans holding shields.
"Roar, roar!" the Tekos militiamen from the front army roared furiously. They could no longer suppress the anger in their hearts and were unwilling to bear the in vain attack. These mountain warriors strode out and rushed towards the scattered enemy squads ahead.
The nimble longbow hunters retreated again, and hundreds of elite scout warriors formed a formation to meet them. The warriors easily killed their opponents with a wave of their sticks.
The war drums sounded, and hundreds of warriors with the hummingbird family pattern attacked with shields. The Mexica scouts immediately retreated, keeping a distant distance during sporadic battles. The longbow hunters quickly moved to both sides, and quickly fired cold arrows to harass.
Warriors from the royal capital continued to fall down after being hit by arrows. Among the front troops, more than two hundred longbowmen from Tarasco also fought back. They shot the approaching enemy troops and tried hard to push back the Mexica archers. The numbers of both sides
Thousands of warriors were scattered and entangled with each other in this way, advancing and retreating, moving in and out towards the south.
Only then did Chihuaco, an old militiaman, poke his head out of his shield. He looked carefully ahead and saw that the dangerous figures shaking had been pushed away, so he stood up carefully. Dozens of veterans holding shields surrounded the battle flag.
, continue to move south.
The military formation moved forward, leaving the battlefield behind. Chihuaco looked at the wounded soldiers dying and shouting on the ground, and shook his head helplessly. Then, he touched the sturdy copper helmet on his head, and rubbed his body
The strong leather armor sighed with relief.
Three days ago, the chief minister of the capital formed a legion to support the king, and the warrior squad of the old militiamen was also recruited. Strict military orders were issued, and he could only pick up weapons and lead his brothers who would live and die together once again from the majestic
They walked out of the capital to join such a dangerous reinforcements. Fortunately, before leaving, the chief lord showed a rare generosity and distributed brand-new samurai equipment to each reinforcement. The craftsmen of the royal capital worked day and night, and the weapons and armor of the capital were
There is no shortage of anything, only warriors who can fight.
"Boom, boom!" The sound of distant artillery came, like the roar of a thunder god. Hearing this familiar explosion, the old militiaman shuddered again. He heard the sound and went away. A few miles to the southeast, the king's flag gradually became clear.
The huge Mexica army is like a dense black cloud, and the elite Royal Tarasco army is like a shallow crescent. The black clouds cover the moon, and the Royal army is being suppressed and is at a clear disadvantage.
"Du, du!" a rapid flute sounded. The commander of the Hummingbird family personally led the front army and was on the front line of the battle. He waved the battle flag vigorously, and the warriors of the central army immediately followed up and joined the troops who were preparing to attack.
queue.
Chihuaco blinked and continued to hold up his shield, guarding in front of the fluttering flag. Beside him, a dozen warriors holding shields hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward. Chihuaco's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, "Whoosh"
He stretched out his hand and grabbed a young warrior tightly. He suppressed the anger in his heart and cursed carefully in a low voice.
"Stupid wood, what are you doing! The old man is using it as firewood in front, and it is burning brightly and cracklingly. We can just watch from behind... Why are you joining in the fun again?!"
The young warrior is also wearing brand-new armor and holding a sharp spear. There is a crooked turban tied outside his helmet, but he is a former militiaman named Wezziti. The turban is a habit left over from his decades of rural life.
Although he has now begun to consider himself a warrior, he cannot change it for a while.
"Uncle, I am now a noble warrior master!"
Weziti raised his head and raised his chest, showing a stubborn face.
"The king's flag is in front! It is the descendant of the gods, the last hope of us Prepecha people! I am already a warrior master. As long as I rush through the Mexican defense line and rescue the king, I can be promoted to a great noble.
! And once we become a great noble, no one will have to suffer anymore! Maybe, I can still get my wife and children back..."
"Shit! What kind of master are you? You have been a suffering farmer for half your life!"
Chihuaco's anger rose, and he stretched out his hand suddenly, giving Vezti a slap in the face. Then, the old militiaman quickly pulled the stunned Vezti to his side, held his arm and raised his shield, pretending
It looks like a guard flag.
"Stupid, stupid! Stupid wood, why are you so stupid?! The old man made empty promises, and you fooled yourself into it? Why don't you take a closer look, what time is it now? Nobles, the nobles of the kingdom have no use!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Whoosh!" The sound of arrows breaking through the air struck again. Chihuaco didn't even bother to raise his head, and hurriedly raised his shield and bowed to block it.
On Weitz's front, the expected impact did not come. The old militiamen carefully looked around, but this time the shot was directed at the front army.
The bone arrows penetrated the warriors' leather armor with the roar of death. Several warriors died on the spot, and more than a dozen warriors were seriously injured by the cold arrows, rolling and struggling on the ground. As if to confirm what the old militiaman said just now, a warrior Gao
He wailed loudly and called out his status as a noble with military merit. The commander of the former army stepped forward and took a look at the wound, then waved his hand coldly. The military situation was urgent, and the two warriors directly grabbed the noble with military merit and sent them to the rear of the legion. They had a private army.
The other nobles looked on with cold eyes and did not speak.
Vezti watched the injured young nobleman being carried away from him, only to be hastily bandaged, and then put directly into the cold grass. The speeding legion did not leave any guards behind, but let the opponent fend for itself. Tall
The grass is like a green tomb, gradually swallowing up the distant calls for help. Here and now, once injured, the outcome is doomed! Thinking of this, a chill suddenly rose in Weziti's heart, and his face became dull.
Chihuaco sighed. Looking at Wezziti's dull expression, his tone softened.
"Mumu, your mother-in-law was conscripted. What happens to women who are conscripted in the countryside? You can see clearly these days. And in this cannibalistic world, what can your six or seven-year-old child be?
What happened? They were dead a long time ago! Now, you only have me and Lu Wei."
Having said this, the old militiaman pulled the stupid wood beside him. The two shouldered each other, each raised a shield, and covered the other side's side. The old militiaman spoke in a low voice in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"Mumu, your mother-in-law and son are dead, and so are my mother-in-law and son. You have to understand whose hands they died in! The Mexicans didn't capture you, nor did they destroy our village.
They died like a pod of beans, one was counted on the Mexicans, one was counted on the warriors who conquered the city, and the remaining two were counted on the damn chief and this bullshit king!"
Chihuaco's face showed a flash of ruthlessness. The continuous battles and great changes finally beat him out of the cold. He took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and groped in his arms, wanting to smell the mother-in-law's hand again.
The herbal bag he sewed was nowhere to be found.
The old militiaman was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that he had left the small cloth bag to Luwei. It was the only relic left by her mother, which could make Xiaoluwei feel safer. And he himself no longer needed the medicinal herbs.
Stay calm in war.
Chihuaco sighed again.
"Silly wood, follow me carefully. We still have to survive. Don't think about saving the king, save yourself first!"
Vezti nodded, lowered his head, and stopped talking like a pumpkin beaten by frost. The two remained silent, guarding the hummingbird flag, and followed the legion southward. The closer they got to the front line of the battle, the closer they got to the king.
flag, the Mexicans' attacks became more fierce, and the confrontation between the two armies became more brutal.
"Whoosh!" The rain of arrows did not stop. The Mexica militiamen began to approach the military formation regardless of casualties, and fought desperately with the archers of the front army. The hundreds of enemy warriors no longer retreated, and after a young man
Under the command of the general, he fought to the death with the charging warriors of Tarasco. That general was particularly brave! Chihuaco watched the opponent chop melons and vegetables, killing the warriors one after another, and couldn't help but shudder again.
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"Didi!" The sharp conch horn sounded, and the attacking warriors were defeated again. The Mexican warriors did not chase after them, but just gasped for breath on the spot, saving precious energy. The warrior captain Puap retreated all the way.
When he arrived at the center, he wiped the rich blood on his face and the fine beads of sweat on his neck with his battle clothes. He looked back at the Mexica warriors in formation with fear, and then at the young enemy in fear.
The commander-in-chief of the army said "Bah" in his mouth.
"Damn, what a bunch of ruthless people! The sun god took a nap, and the eagle was covered in dark clouds. I can see the king with my eyes, but the legion can't fight it!"
Captain Puap gave another loud "poof" before walking towards the Chinese army's battle flag and shouting curses at his subordinates.
"A bunch of blind moles! Why do we need so many people to guard the flag? The newcomers who have not been through the battle formation are useless, and the unruly barbarians are running around again, but you veterans are still reliable. When the next charge comes, you all will follow me.
Go! The chief said: Rescue the king, the warriors will be promoted to nobles, and I will be promoted to hereditary!"
The old militiaman nodded and bowed, with a smile on his face. He trotted forward two steps, took out his handkerchief, respectfully helped Puap wipe the blood and sweat, and whispered in his mouth.
"Master, please take a moment to speak."
Puap was stunned for a moment, glanced at the old militiaman suspiciously, and then followed him to the battle flag. Surrounded by several brothers of the old militiaman, they all raised their shields and held their guns, guarding tightly.
"Old man Qi, what's the matter with you? It's so mysterious!"
The old militiaman bowed his head respectfully and saluted, but said in a deep voice.
"Master, we have three thousand people. Even if half of them are newcomers and barbarians, there are still fifteen hundred elite warriors! There are only a few hundred cores on the opposite side. If everyone really wants to fight to the death, how can we stop them? Now fight
In this situation, all the warriors of our Hummingbird family have lost all their blood. This problem is not ours! Look at the nobles in the middle army, and then look at the temple masters in the rear army. Which one of them was able to die?"
Puap was stunned. The warriors who came out to support were divided into three groups, the chief hummingbird warrior, the noble private army in the city, and the priest's temple guard, each accounting for roughly one-third. He looked around the entire army and observed carefully,
The hummingbird warriors charge at the front, the noble private army moves in the middle, and the temple legion follows at the back. In every battle, the first to die is the hummingbird warrior. And as soon as there is a slight setback, the noble private army retreats, and the temple legion
Also stopped together.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Damn it! These courageous rat fish! I want to complain to the commander-in-chief of the army! The king is in front, and the shameless nobles and incompetent priests are still here.
Conserving strength!"
Puap was furious and was about to return to the front army. The old militiaman pulled Puap's arm hard and persuaded him deeply again.
"Master, those are high nobles and high priests! The former military master is so smart, he must have seen the true face of these rotten cocoa, but there is nothing we can do! The situation is like this, we dozens of people can go up, we can only add three more
What use can a melon and two dates do? It’s just a gift of dozens of heads for nothing!”
After hearing the words of the old militiaman, Puap's expression changed. If he really went out to speak out, it would either be useless and a waste of words; or the former army commander would use the topic as an excuse to force the nobles and high-ranking priests to fight to the death. Regardless of the outcome of this battle,
After offending these great nobles and high-ranking priests, as an ordinary newly-minted noble, what good end could he end up with?
Seeing Puap's uncertain expression, Chihuaco weighed it before adding the last fire.
"Sir, you always trust me so much, and I tell you what I say to you from the bottom of my heart. In this world, you can become a noble only if you have samurai in your hands. When the samurai are all gone, you will be a samurai again, sir!"
"Sir, let me risk my life again. Now even the great nobles of the kingdom have different aspirations. The old tree branches into two branches and the arugula blossoms bloom outside the wall. With your talent, even under the hands of the Mexicans, it will be the same
You can live it! Maybe you can live a better life. The current fighting is just the king's war, not ours!"
Upon hearing this, Puap's face was gloomy, and the words of the old militiaman were like sharp arrows, shooting into his heart. The warrior captain stood on the spot, looking at the eagle flag not far away, and the royal army fighting under the flag.
After a long while, until the Mexica's thunder exploded again, he nodded slowly.
