The sun shines on the vast wilderness of the plateau. Under the sky, two huge legions are approaching each other. The warriors fly the same flag, wear the same armor, speak the same language, and have familiar faces. One side is welcoming them noisily and excitedly
Friendly troops, but one side is silently waiting for its opponent.
The king's flag waved under the guard of honor, signaling to the opposite side to speed up. The middle-aged commander Ketoko on the opposite side was not in a hurry, and even started to slow down. His suspicion was getting worse. Xiulote was a little confused, and he looked at the Chinese army further behind.
He went there, only to find that two thousand warriors were already moving slowly. It was obvious that the real target of the flag wave was them.
Only two or three hundred meters away from the flag, the middle-aged commander looked at the king's flag again for a while, and seemed to finally determine that something was wrong. He suddenly stopped and shouted a few words eagerly to the side, and then the flag-bearer beside him
Flags calling for support were quickly waved, musicians blew shrill warning conch trumpets, and the guards surrounded the commander and began to retreat.
Avitt waited no longer and waved immediately. Flags were waved and war drums were beating. One thousand jaguars and three thousand warriors rushed towards Ketoko not far away. The remaining ten thousand warriors also divided into two teams and attacked from both wings.
Separate the front army and the rear army on the opposite side. The two thousand Avitt family warriors in the center army also quickly separated to the left and right, half of them separated the remaining two thousand center army, and the other half pinched the middle-aged commander from behind.
The momentum is like a flat lake, and the launch is like thunder. In just a moment, Ketoko was surrounded by five thousand warriors. Xiulote and Akapu commanded the accompanying priests and warriors to shout loudly: "King Tisoke has been attacked and has been captured."
Killed by the Otomi! The noble king's brother has succeeded to the throne and become the new Tratoani!"
"The king is dead, and the king's younger brother succeeds to the throne!" Terrifying shouts resounded across the wilderness. Avitt held high the scepter representing the royal power and carried the huge flag of the commander-in-chief, shining brightly in the golden light of the setting sun.
The light attracted the eyes of the soldiers, and the warriors of the three armies on the opposite side hesitated for a while. They looked around at the expressions of their comrades, quietly lowered their weapons, and stopped charging to support, not knowing what to do.
Only the besieged Ketoko was still shouting loudly, commanding hundreds of guards to respond to the enemy, while ordering the Chinese army not far away to support them. The warriors in the Chinese army hesitated for a moment, and then prepared to fight again under the orders of the middle-aged commander.
The warrior commander Bertard glanced at Xurot and asked for the order to shoot. The longbow guards of 150 people had moved to a position more than 200 meters away from Ketoko. They nocked their arrows and aimed at them from a distance.
Kotoko and Commander Guard.
The young warrior hesitated slightly at first: once the long bow fired, the commander and a large number of guards on the opposite side would surely suffer heavy casualties. After only thinking for a few seconds, he made a decision.
The young warrior's brows furrowed, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and he waved his hand to give the order.
At this moment, a tall and strong young Jaguar warrior suddenly roared like a tiger and rushed out from the family warrior group at the rear. He grabbed the heavy shield of his comrade, raised both shields, and rushed in again
Among the thin guards, one jumped up and down, like a vicious tiger pouncing on food, and hit Ketoko.
The middle-aged commander is obviously no longer as agile as he used to be. He turned around to retreat, but his steps couldn't keep up with the movement of turning his head. He was knocked down by the young Jaguar's attack. Then the young warrior struck with a shield and knocked Ketoko down.
He was stunned. Then he strangled his neck to intimidate the surrounding supporting guards. The guards lost their command and were unable to advance or retreat. The warriors turned their war sticks and skillfully knocked them unconscious with wooden sides.
Then, the young Jaguar warrior suddenly used his hands to break Ketoko's command flag, and then roared proudly.
The six thousand reinforcement warriors stared blankly at the slowly falling flag, the two thousand comrades who suddenly "rebelled", and the captured Ketoko and the guards under the flag. What they heard in their ears was "The king is dead, the king is dead."
My brother succeeds to the throne!" shouted. In their sight, Avit's king's ceremonial guard and gemstone staff were shining brightly in the setting sun. Finally, they looked around at the twice as many warriors surrounding them.
The reinforcing warriors finally put down their weapons. They knelt on the ground and surrendered to their superior compatriots and to the authority of the divine royal family. The incident happened suddenly and without clear instructions, the militiamen in the rear were at a loss.
They watched the royal disputes in confusion. It was not until the victor emerged that the militia leaders came to pay their respects and offered them food, grass and loyalty.
Avit quickly dispatched his cronies to seize the surrendered reinforcements, and took into custody all the battalion-level "commanders of thousands" and regiment-level "commanders of ten thousand". The captured Ketoko and his guards were stripped of their armor and weapons and handed over to the final
Guarded by loyal family warriors.
This short attack lasted less than a quarter of an hour. The warriors on both sides restrained each other. In total, only more than 60 commanders and guards were killed and more than 100 warriors were slightly injured.
When the sun completely set in the sky, Avitt finally had some free time. He gathered his cronies together and enjoyed a simple marching dinner after the victory, with each person having two glasses of low-alcohol tequila. Then, he stretched out his hand to summon the man
The young jaguar warrior approached. The warrior took off his beast helmet, knelt down respectfully, and saluted Avitt.
Shulot looked carefully. The warrior who just killed and captured the flag was only twenty-four or five years old. He had short hair, a wide forehead, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He wore a jaguar bone ring on his nose to symbolize bravery. The bone ring fell on his thick lips.
, with the wild atmosphere of the jungle. When the tiger's eyes open and close, there is a fierce and murderous intention that cannot be concealed, like a walking beast.
Avitt smiled and introduced to Xurot and Acap: "This is the youngest jaguar warrior in my family, twenty-four-year-old Staley. He once captured eight senior Terrans by himself.
As a Skara warrior, he was promoted to the first level of military nobility and became a warrior more ferocious than a jaguar!"
"Staley, you fought well this time and captured the flag with great merit! When you finish your big job and return to the capital, I will promote you to a second-level hereditary noble! Come, salute and toast to everyone sitting here."
Staley raised his head, his young face full of high-spirited confidence. He glanced at the generals proudly, then nodded at Avitt's instructions, bowed slightly, and tried his best to restrain the fierce fighting spirit in his body.
He first respectfully saluted and toasted to the fifth-level coyote priest Shulot. Then he paused and skipped over to the plainly dressed warrior chief Bertard who was next to Shulot. Respectfully again, he greeted the third-level black and white priest.
The priest's acap salutes the toast.
Just as the fifth-level coyote priest represents Shuloter, the god of death, the third-level black and white priest also represents Ometotl, the most revered god of day and night by the Otomi people. In different tribal myths, various
There is a huge gap in the status of gods. The most noble Chaos Priest among the Otomi people can only be regarded as an ordinary third-level black and white priest among the Mexica people.
Hulot noticed a flash of anger in the eyes of the warrior commander next to him, and then quickly regained his composure. He sighed softly, reached out and patted Bertard on the shoulder. When he goes back this time, he will definitely be promoted to the rank of warrior commander.
Military noble.
Bertard was born into the civilian class. Although he was extremely brave and good at fighting and had good commanding skills, he wasted his time in the military. After being promoted to a fourth-level senior warrior at the age of thirty, he could not progress further for several years and was stuck in the elite battle of the military nobles.
Beside the threshold of the regiment.
Orosh, who is also in his thirties and born into a noble family, is a long-famous Jaguar warrior, a first-class military aristocrat, and the "Captain of Thousands" of the old camp under Legion Commander Shusok.
But in front of us, Staley, who was born into a royal family, was only twenty-four years old. He was already a senior first-level military noble, and was about to become a second-level hereditary noble!
In Xiulote's view, the three men's martial arts are actually equivalent. Counting bows and arrows, Bertard is even better. In terms of commanding ability, the older and more senior Bertard and Orosh also have obvious advantages. But in this era,
Even in the next era, people's destiny cannot be completely controlled by themselves. The family you are born into already determines the speed of your rise and the ceiling of your promotion.
"In addition to educational reform, we must also consider military reform. At least we must open up the promotion path from civilian warriors to military aristocrats. The battalion-level commanders of the army need experienced civilian warriors." Xiulote made up his mind.
Everyone then raised their glasses together and drank together, enjoying a refreshing intoxication under the low-alcohol tequila. These wines were found in the logistics supplies of the reinforcements, but they were only 4 or 5 degrees Celsius, and were not suitable for strong warriors.
Words are like white water.
After finishing the two glasses of wine quickly and having a simple dinner, Avitt ordered the generals to return to their camps. The warriors should return to combat status and prepare for the next battle.
There were only three people left by the campfire again. The fire went out, and the three looked at each other for a moment, and then laughed heartily. Today is the first and most crucial step for successful hunting.
Now, they already have 22,000 warriors, nearly 20,000 militiamen, and military orders to support the Xilotepec camp!
