Chapter 200: Battle of Takuro Plains End

The white clouds were like snow, casting shadows on the sky. The sky was as blue as a mirror, reflecting the bright red of the ground. The long wind, with boiling shouts and killing, shook the clouds in the sky and offered sacrifices to the supreme gods. The sun god then lowered his eyes indifferently, watching the vast and cruel battlefield, and guiding tens of thousands of souls.

On the hill where the sun fell, Olosh was covered in blood and finally broke through all obstacles! The fierce jaguar warrior rushed to the general flag, swung twice, and killed the enemy leader who was guarding the flag. Then, he burst into a tiger roar, folded his hands hard, and the gorgeous and tall "feather" general flag fell down!

Seeing the scene in front of him, the surrounding battlefield paused for a moment. The sacred flag fell to the ground and was mercilessly trampled into the dust by many blood-stained feet. A moment later, a burst of shouts suddenly sounded, accompanied by countless desperate wails!

The remaining Chapala central army collapsed. The warriors behind the palace no longer held on. They dropped their shields, slashed wildly in despair, then quickly ran out of energy and were stabbed to death by dense spears. The archers in the rear threw away their bows and arrows, turned around and fled. They exposed their vulnerable backs, were constantly knocked down by the pursuing warriors, and cried out in fear. Then, the warriors from both wings came and killed them, and the militiamen knelt on the ground helplessly. They did not resist at all, surrendered in hundreds and hundreds, and waited for the judgment of fate!

Tens of thousands of warriors chased the enemy to the north, and tens of thousands of enemy troops fled like rats. The flag of the Black Wolf shone in the sun and fluttered in the strong wind.

Xiu Luote looked at the battlefield of the great victory and laughed heartily, full of confidence and heroism. The glorious victory finally came, like a drunken resounding!

Then, the young commander looked at the left wing of the enemy army that was still resisting, and waved the red flag again. The two wooden cannons turned around, aimed from the side, and emitted two thunders again!

Thunder exploded in the sky-blue warrior formation, brushing the commander's flag and knocking down several guards. The scattered stones flew "bang bang" and hit Oanda's helmet, and the rising smoke and dust also rushed in his face, covering his eyes. The head of the "Sky" family shook his head that was stunned by the roar, and was still shouting words to encourage the warriors.

After a while, the smoke and dust finally dissipated, and Oanda suddenly fell silent. He looked around, all the allies had either retreated long ago, or were disintegrating, or had surrendered. The surrounding enemy troops rushed in quickly, some holding sticks and shields, some gathering spears, and some holding amulets, surrounding the remaining more than 2,000 "Sky" warriors.

"Master, the marshal has escaped! The situation is over, let us protect you to break through!"

The loyal guards came closer. They looked desperate and prepared to fight to the death.

"Escape?"

Oanda smiled bleakly. He looked around, three different legion flags tightly surrounded the four directions. Not far away, three thousand archers climbed the hill, holding longbows and aiming at their own army formation. There were also dozens of craftsmen, pushing two roaring wooden beasts, slowly approaching this side.

"Where to escape? We are the rear guard of the army, and there is no way to escape!"

At this point, the head of the "Sky" family suddenly looked excited and shouted angrily.

"How can the red falcon and the red cardinal fly in the same sky?! Cowardly red cardinal! Pengguali, you betrayed the three gods, the kingdom, and the oath of the coalition! You will fall into the abyss under the ground!!"

Oanda turned and looked to the west. That was the feather legion that escaped and disappeared, and it was also the hometown that could not return. He let out a low roar, like a prophetic curse.

"Feather of Chapala, although you can escape for a while, you can't escape the future! You will eventually be caught by the enemy and die on the high platform of sacrifice! I will wait for you in the kingdom of God in heaven!!"

Hearing this, the guards around were shocked and looked at each other. The head of the family had fought for many years and had a high prestige. They wanted to persuade him, but they couldn't speak for a while.

At this moment, an enemy envoy came to the front. He was dressed in Mexica clothes, but he spoke with the accent of northern Tarasco.

"The incarnation of the gods, the invincible His Highness Shulot, let me bring his merciful order: Surrender, the warlike General Chapala! Follow the great alliance, convert to the supreme god, and fight for the new sun! You will retain your noble status, retain your guards, and retain the family heritage in the impending Tarasco Kingdom!"

Hearing this, Oanda suddenly raised his head and stared forward.

I saw the tall black wolf flag moving towards this side, under the flag were the enemy's stern troops, and hundreds of brave and magnificent jaguar warriors. A short warrior was surrounded by the center of the elite legion and walked slowly towards this side. He wore a colorful feather crown, a black and gold battle suit, one hand holding a dark green feather shield with a god painted on it, and the other hand holding a crimson spear flag symbolizing the marshal, dazzling like a god descending! Beside him, a warrior with a simple face like an ape was whispering something.

Xiuluot handed the big flag to the flag officer behind him and moved towards the sky-blue enemy warriors. "Monkey" Kuluka whispered back beside him, with a flash of light in his eyes.

"My lord, the Chapala general on the opposite side is an outstanding veteran, and he leads a real elite. He can still respond quickly to wooden cannons and gun formations and maintain the morale of the army. He is really amazing! He must be a prominent nobleman, and his subordinates are family warriors passed down from generation to generation. Such a person will be of great use in the future attack on the Chapala Lake area!"

The young commander nodded slightly and smiled confidently. He waited for a moment, and his teacher Olosh strode back with the broken "Feather" flag. The blood of the enemy flowed on his body, leaving a red trail behind him.

"Your Highness, I present you the enemy's flag and congratulate you on the glorious victory!"

Olosh knelt on one knee, raised his hands high, and presented the "Feather" flag.

Xuluot took the brand new flag and looked at the familiar feather pattern. Those unfolded feathers were not embroidery, but real Quetzal feathers, a luxury more expensive than gems. In the golden sunlight, the beautiful feathers shone with blue patterns, like flowing waves.

The young commander stared for a moment, as if he wanted to see someone he had never met from the gorgeous flag. After a moment, he smiled and nodded in approval.

"Olosh, you defeated the enemy's central army, captured the enemy's flag, and made the enemy marshal flee. You should be the first to win this battle!"

Olosh was slightly startled when he heard the modified order in the words. Then, he understood, bowed his head and said in a deep voice.

"This is the blessing of the Lord God! It is also the glory of His Highness! The Western Expedition will surely win, and the Alliance will conquer the world!"

Xiuluot laughed loudly. He bowed down, handed the flag back to Olosh, lifted him up from the ground, and whispered at the same time.

"Teacher, take the flag, come with me, and persuade the enemy general to surrender."

Olosh nodded. He held the broken flag in one hand and the war stick in the other, carefully guarding His Highness, and walked in front. But in a moment, the young commander, the brave general, the elite guards, and the black wolf's flag came to the last enemy formation together.

The head of the "Sky" family looked carefully and was silent. Although the enemy marshal looked calm, his face was handsome and elegant, but he was just a teenager of fifteen or sixteen years old.

"The three gods and ancestors are above! I actually failed in the hands of a teenager!"

Seeing the real enemy marshal, Oanda's heart suddenly cooled, and his face showed pain. He had anticipated the appearance of the enemy general and his own answer, but was speechless for a moment.

"Surrender! The head of the Sky Family."

A few dozen steps away, the army had completely surrounded the enemy. Shulot smiled and persuaded loudly.

"The Tarasco Kingdom is about to fall, and the Chapala Lake area cannot be defended alone for too long. Chapala's "Sky", surrender to the great alliance, I promise you a glorious future!"

Following the words of His Highness, Olosh strode closer. He stared at the eyes of the head of the "Sky" family like a tiger, and threw the broken "Feather" flag in front of him.

Hearing the enemy marshal's personal persuasion to surrender, the head of the "Sky" family changed his expression, which was complicated and difficult to understand. He looked at the prince's flag stained with blood and mud, as if he saw the same fallen royal flag, that hopeless future. At this moment, he had thousands of thoughts flowing in his mind, and he was a little confused for a while.

The surrounding guards gathered around Oanda and spoke at this time.

"Master, the marshal fled first, and we held on until the last moment! Surrendering at this time does not violate the honor of a warrior."

"Master, the kingdom is doomed, and the Mexica people are unstoppable. For the survival of the family, it is better to choose to surrender."

"Master, Peng Guari fled back to the lake area! The warriors of the Silver Family have been destroyed. If we also perish here, the Lake Area will be dominated by the 'Feather' family. At that time, who knows what he will do?"

Hearing the last sentence, Oanda's heart was cold and his face was moved. After a while, he hesitated and asked the marshal opposite.

"Your Highness the Mexica, if I choose to surrender, are you willing to let me go back?"

Hearing this, Xiu Luote was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

"Master 'Sky', a commander like you, how can I easily let the tiger go back to the mountain? You need to use actions to prove your loyalty to the alliance before you can fly in the sky again!"

The young commander said with a smile.

"After the fall of the river mouth fortress, the Russian commander of the northern army has also surrendered! He retained his personal guards and converted to the Supreme Lord God. He is under my command, recruiting the nobles of the northern kingdom for the alliance!"

Oanda bowed his head and said nothing. He understood the words of the enemy marshal. If you choose to surrender, then handing over the legion, converting to the Lord God, and recruiting old friends are all outcomes that must be faced.

The head of the "Sky" family looked around. The personal guards around him stared at him with pleading eyes. More than 2,000 warriors from the family raised their shields with expectation. He finally looked at the eldest son in the army, but the young warrior of only 20 years old followed behind him with a firm face.

Oanda showed a moment of warmth. He turned around, stroked the eldest son's face, and said nothing. After a moment, he made a decision, his eyes became calm, and he looked at the Mexica prince again.

"Your Highness, more than 2,000 'Sky' Legion will surrender to you under the leadership of my eldest son! Please forgive the generals in the legion. I will bear all the blame for the war with the alliance!"

"Master!!"

The guards around him were horrified and knelt on the ground. The eldest son behind him was full of pleading eyes, but Oanda never looked at him again.

Xiuluot's face was as calm as a lake, but his heart was in turmoil. He heard the other party's implication, and the familiar scene came to his mind, and the years seemed like yesterday. After a moment, he lowered his eyes slightly and nodded.

"As long as you surrender to the alliance and prove your loyalty, the Lord God will forgive you!"

After getting the guarantee from His Highness, Oanda finally smiled calmly. He said to his trusted warriors with a smile.

"The Lake District tried its best to gather a strong Chapala Corps, but the whole army collapsed in a few moments! Thirty thousand people fled like lynxes and cried like a flock of birds. If no commander died here, how could the warriors face their fathers in their hometown?"

The trusted warriors lowered their heads in shame. Some people took out obsidian daggers, cut their cheeks, and even crossed their necks directly.

"The kingdom has been fighting for years and has been the leader for a hundred years. Facing the attack of the Mexica, the marshals surrendered or fled one by one. How could this be possible? Even if the people in the lake fail, they cannot be underestimated by the world. There must be a commander who died in front of the two armies! Although I am not a marshal, as the head of the 'Sky' family of the Glory Family, I am also happy to take on this responsibility!"

Oanda laughed. He looked at the warriors around him and finally gave a decisive order.

"Keep your useful body and assist my eldest son. Then take back everything from 'Feather' today!"

The family warriors cried bitterly, dropped their weapons, and bowed to the head of the family. The Mexica warriors also showed respect, waiting for the flowers to bloom and wither.

Seeing the other party's determination to die, Xiu Luote stopped talking. He looked at the head of the "Sky" family in front of him, waiting solemnly.

Oanda untied the blood-stained sky blue battle suit, revealing a chest full of scars. He looked at the old scars for a while, recalling the past years of war, and a sincere smile appeared on his face. Then, he took out the obsidian dagger for sacrifice, pressed it against his heaving chest, and aimed it at the heart where the soul was hidden.

The head of the "Sky" family raised his head and looked at the blue sky. The sky is so deep and high, giving him a lofty name and accepting his dying soul.

"The land of Takuro, where life rests, where birds fall from the sky. The birds fly away noisily, and I smile and know: what falls here is not a small feather, but the vast sky!"

Accompanying the last poem, Oanda suddenly exerted force in his hand, and the sharp dagger pierced through the soft body and deeply penetrated into the beating life. Unspeakable pain came violently, and the pupils of the head of the "Sky" family suddenly contracted, and then quickly dissipated. In just a few breaths, he lost all his strength and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Finally, he clung to the embrace of the Mother Goddess of the Earth and felt the light of the Father God of the Sun. The head of the "Sky" family murmured silently, but no one could hear it anymore.

"It hurts so much that the soul flies away from my heart. Three gods above, I don't want to go back to my hometown in the lonely sky"

The vibrant red flowed quickly. Soon, the head of the "Sky" family lost all his voice and turned into a solidified symbol under the sky. In front of tens of thousands of warriors, he proved his fearlessness and calmly welcomed death.

Watching this scene, Olosh grinned and exclaimed loudly.

"What a great general who is ready to die! It turns out that there are real heroes among the Tarasco people!"

Hearing this, "Monkey" Kuruka turned slightly, looked not far away, and whispered to himself.

"Real hero"

Where Kuruka's eyes were looking, Ezpan lowered his head, hid his body in the long spear formation, and clenched the weapon in his hand.

And Natalie of the God's Blessed Legion closed his eyes. He stretched out his bloody right hand, held the amulet symbolizing the Lord God, and prayed in a deep voice.

Xuluot stood silently for a moment, slowly bowed and saluted. Then, he straightened his back and looked around the bloody battlefield under the setting sun. The main force of the Mexica Army was generally intact, more than 2,000 elite enemy troops surrendered, and more than 10,000 Chapala militias were still fleeing. At this moment, the heroic spirit was like a flame, burning hot in his chest!

"Sweep the north, march south to the capital. This battle is finally over!!"

Ah, this battle is finally finished! Too many characters are changing in my mind, and I wrote a long story without realizing it! .I posted half of it first, forcing myself to finish it. Sincerely apologize to the readers~Orz