Chapter 211 The Day of Decisive Battle

The sun shines with warmth and brings vitality to the earth. Spring plowing is approaching, and wildfires are burning in the mountains and forests, raising layers of thick smoke. The smoke changes and drifts away in the sky, like a passage to the Kingdom of God, indicating the destined destination of the warriors.

Hundreds of warriors, scouts and envoys, wearing uniforms of different colors, walked in the smoke-filled deep south. They undertake different missions, disturbing the towns and villages along the way, breaking the last peace in the south of the kingdom. The three legions from north to south were looking for each other in the fog of war, approaching each other, preparing for a happy fight.

Intelligence from all directions gathered, and King Suangua had the advantage of the home court and was the first to see everything on the battlefield clearly.

The Mexican Legion on the northern route is centered on the city of Ivacchio and has a size of 10,000 to 20,000. Half of them are warriors wearing armor and holding sticks, and the other half are militiamen equipped with spears. The Mexica advance army on the southern route began to move north after plundering the Apachin State. There were about 5,000 elite warriors. The two legions seemed to have established contact and were approaching each other. They are only more than two hundred miles apart, and it only takes a week to gather into an army that is difficult to defeat.

Suangua has 10,000 elites in his hands, of which 7,000 are loyal direct warriors and 3,000 are reliable spear militiamen. The two enemy armies are only more than a hundred miles away from here. Once the march moves, the traces of the king's army can no longer be hidden, and the enemy will soon pursue them.

"There is not much time left. Defeating the enemies in the south will not help the overall situation. The only way is to defeat the main Mexica force on the north road before the enemies gather! I believe in the loyal and brave Guards Corps! As long as we defeat The enemy on the northern route will be able to return to the capital, join the royal family and the Hummingbird family, and regroup the kingdom's strength. At that time, the retreat to the Colima Mountains will be clear, and there will be hope for everything!"

After thinking for a moment, Suangua lowered his head, stood in front of the inherited eagle flag, and prayed silently to the sacred flag.

"The sacred wind surrounds the descendants of the eagle, and the light of the three gods bestows upon the legions of divine warriors. Blessed by the ancestors, victory or defeat depends on this!"

Then, the young king called his cronies and asked in a deep voice.

"Has the envoy sent to the capital arrived?"

"Your Highness, the accompanying scouts have been identified and the envoy has entered the royal capital. Chief Hummingbird's reply is definitely on the way."

"Okay! Send out a scout team to detour to the east, harass the enemies on the north road, and create the illusion that the king's army is out. The rest of the warriors have had a full day and are ready to go to war!"

The long wind swept across, and the hunting eagle flag fluttered. The golden sun turned blood red and set in the western sky. When the night fell, a messenger finally came quickly from the northern capital and brought the expected reply. The young king hesitated no longer. In the early morning of the next day, 10,000 Royal Tarasco troops poured out from the hidden mountain manor. They had been recharging their energy for a long time, and with high morale, they headed towards the city of Ivacchio, which was more than a hundred miles away in the north, with a mighty attack.

The faint sunlight flickers on the tips of the long grass, which is the pure dew of the morning. Seeing the traces of the enemy, the black wolf Toltec suddenly stood up from the lurking bushes. He raised his longbow and fired three arrows in a row, shooting down three Tarasco scouts who were marching in a hurry. The hunter team behind them fired arrows continuously, killing all the remaining seven enemies, and the dewdrops turned into a dazzling red.

Toltec nodded and climbed onto the mound with great satisfaction. He looked towards the southern sky, and then his eyes widened in shock.

"My Lord, this is the most elite royal army of the Tarascans!"

In the southern wilderness, tens of thousands of Tarasco warriors lined up in a tight marching column, marching silently and quickly. They formed a battalion of eight hundred people, neatly arranged into twelve marching columns, and moved forward without stopping. Under the battalion, there are four samurai brigades of two hundred people, each led by a samurai captain. The leader of the team wore an eagle helmet with wings spread out on his head, with two blue feathers on his head, and carried a small bright flag behind him.

In front of both sides of the legion, there are hundreds of elite scouts scattered, each holding a long bow and wearing the royal yellow battle uniform. In the center of the legion, the royal guards wore bronze helmets, held bronze axes, and carried longbows behind their backs, clustered around a large flag. The flag was four to five meters high, and the nearly two-meter-high flag fluttered in the wind. An eagle spread its wings and flew towards the north!

"The inherited eagle of the royal family of Tarasco! This is King Tarasco! Suangua is right there!"

Toltec shouted in surprise. He watched carefully, searching for the warriors under the royal banner. Finally, his eyes settled on a striking young king. The man wore a gilt battle suit inlaid with gems and held a golden bronze staff. He emitted thousands of rays of light in the morning sun, making it impossible to look directly at him.

"It hurts my eyes because of the shaking, and I can't see clearly what it looks like!"

The golden light flashed dazzlingly, and Toltec turned his head and could only watch with the corner of his eyes. I saw the young king looking up, then raising the magic staff in his hand and pointing in his direction!

The hundreds of scattered scouts paused for a moment. Then, like wasps after receiving orders, they suddenly pounced on the Mexica reconnaissance team ahead. These elite warriors rushed within a hundred steps and took off their longbows together, buzzing like a swarm of bees.

"Boohoo!"

"The wind is tight, pull!"

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the black wolf Toltec ran away, shouting the scout code taught by His Highness. Hundreds of long arrows rained down on the mound like lightning, and more than a dozen militia hunters died on the spot. The remaining dozens of hunters immediately turned around and fled to the north.

Tarasco's scouts pursued relentlessly. They were ready to annihilate the enemy and keep the royal army's tracks secret as much as possible. These elite members of the royal family were physically strong and experienced, and they kept trotting at a steady speed without any effort, chasing for twenty miles. As long as the militia hunters were exhausted and stopped for a while, they would be immediately drowned by the "swarm" and let out their final screams.

Toltec ran all the way, with a rain of arrows whizzing behind him. It was not until more and more Mexica scout teams were attracted and fought with the kingdom's scouts that the black wolf who went out to investigate escaped. He wiped the sweat from his head with the sleeve of his battle coat and cursed in a low voice.

"May the Lord bless you! The black wolf was chasing the tail of the elk in the forest, but when it turned around and pounced on it, it turned into a leopard! The royal army of Tarasco is indeed very elite! They are well-organized and march for dozens of miles without disorder; they obey orders and attack as fast as the wind. No, I have to return to Ivachio quickly to report the military situation to His Highness. The victory or defeat depends on this battle. We must be prepared and gather all our strength to fight!"

Toltec, who is good at running, took a short rest and continued to run north. He ran through the fields burning with weeds, crossed the shallow spring stream, walked over the slightly undulating earthen mounds, and finally came to the outside of Ivachio where the smoke was extinguished. The night was deep, and the continuous tents swayed with bonfires like starlight, like the vast Milky Way falling on the ground.

As a general trusted by His Highness, Toltec had a smooth journey. Under the guidance of Bertard, he came to His Highness's tent again, knelt on one knee, and reported the urgent military situation.

Xiuluot sat cross-legged in front of the campfire, and the bright firelight reflected his resolute face. The young commander was wearing a black battle suit and holding a refined longbow. He had been preparing for battle for a long time. Hearing the intelligence of the king's army, he stood up and laughed loudly.

"In the fight for the world, the white deer finally appeared! The victory or defeat depends on this move. The general trend of the world will be determined in this battle!"

Then, Xiuluot put away his smile and gave an order solemnly.

"Gather all the warriors in the city, and the whole army will go south tomorrow to meet the Tarasco king's army! Summon the commanders of all departments, mobilize the officers of all camps, and prepare for a decisive battle! Finally, summon the priests who accompany the army. I will personally hold a pre-war sacrifice and pray to the god of war for victory!"

The next morning, a grand ceremony was held quickly. Under the witness of the main god, the priests sang and danced beside the sacred fire. They used the shining obsidian and the hard shells to divine together, and from the cracks of the obsidian and the shells, they derived a prophecy that this battle would be won!

Afterwards, Shulot chanted loudly on the altar, informing each warrior of the victory predicted by the gods. Then, he announced to the warriors: If they win this battle, he will confer titles according to their military merits. Promote the militiamen who are good at fighting to warriors, promote the outstanding warriors to seniors, and then promote a hundred senior warriors to become military nobles of the alliance, and divide the fertile land of the lake area of ​​Tarasco!

Under the generous promise of His Highness, tens of thousands of warriors and militiamen cheered enthusiastically, shaking the world of the Patzcuaro Lake area. Afterwards, all the northern Mexica troops gathered, left the city of Ivachio without walls, and headed for the Tarasco King's army that suddenly appeared in the south.

The armies approached each other, and the scouts on the periphery kept fighting and killing each other, and the movements of both sides were completely revealed to the opponent. Two days later, on the southern plains of the Patzcuaro Lake area, the two elite legions finally faced each other from a distance and appeared in each other's sight. The smoke from the march rose into the sky, and was blown away by the long wind, revealing the traces of the solemn warriors.

Xuluot wore a gorgeous battle suit, a slender feather crown on his head, and the commander's flag was behind him. He strode up the hill and looked at the Tarasco flag on the southern plain. The army was mighty, the warriors faced each other, the flags were flying, the eagle spread its wings to the north, and the black wolf pounced to the south. The two armies were close at hand, and the decisive battle would be today!

This week was quite busy, and I didn't find time until the weekend. I wrote for three hours. The author will continue to update, there may be intervals, but it will not stop. Orz, I bow and apologize to you all.