Chapter 220 The King's War (Continued)

The north wind is hunting, the eagle flags are flying, the arrows are whistling, and the war drums are beating away. The afternoon sun shone on the young king, and the bronze armor shone with golden brilliance, making it impossible to look directly at him.

The hound Yuku bowed deeply and saluted. At this moment, Su Angua, who had made a decision, was full of heroism. He was the king for whom he was willing to die! However, after kneeling down, General Yuku shook his head firmly and admonished sincerely. "Your Majesty, the inherited king's flag cannot be moved lightly! The front line is struggling to hold on. Once the king's flag moves, the middle army will immediately collapse! Therefore, for your safety, please leave the inherited eagle flag!"

Having said this, Yuku kowtowed again. He had a calm expression, with the determination of a hound and the cunning of a coyote.

"Your Majesty, let me carry the leader's flag and fight to the death for you first! Please put on the armor of an ordinary guard, hide among the guards, and leave a substitute to guard the king's flag!"

"The guards make a desperate attack. If things go wrong, I will protect you and retreat directly to the southwest! As long as you have a substitute and a royal flag to attract the Mexicans, your safety can be guaranteed to the maximum extent!"

Upon hearing Yuku's plan, Suangua was startled, and his courage to die fell back like a tide. "Boohoo!" Another rain of arrows came. General Yuku shouted a few words in a low voice, and the guards raised their large shields together, tightly covering the king and blocking all sight.

General Yuku stepped forward in person, bowed his head and removed the king's armor. Suangua remained silent, but did not refuse. A stand-in of similar stature, with a death wish in his eyes, wore a shining bronze helmet that covered his face, and also put on the king's unique golden bronze armor. When the guards holding up their shields dispersed, "King" Tarasco still stood straight and stood firmly under the king's flag.

Then, "King" Tarasco waved his flag and "issued" the only order. More than 1,200 bronze ax guards were dispatched! This is the largest number of Imperial Guards that can be assembled in a short period of time. The remaining Imperial Guards have either died in battle or are about to die in the fight. At this moment, the guards put down their long bows and raised their copper axes, turning into an irresistible golden torrent and rushing towards the left wing of the royal army!

Under the banner of the Black Wolf, Shulot was always paying attention to the battle situation in front of him. He saw that after a shower of arrows, the bronze ax guards under the king's banner came out in full force, leaving only a few dozen personal guards around King Tarasco. The young commander watched for a moment, then suddenly clenched the flag in his hand. The direction of the attack by the Guards infantry was not the heavy central army, but the tragically exhausted Mexica right wing!

"The white deer was wounded, turned into a tiger and leopard, turned around and struck with his life! The dying beast is the most ferocious, and its final struggle is right in front of you!"

Shulot's expression was complicated, and his heartbeat began to accelerate. He knew that the heavily damaged right wing could not withstand this impact. The young king quickly waved his flag. The sharp conch horn "Didi" sounded, and the five hundred crossbowmen quickly turned around and retreated under the wolf flag. The dispersed longbow guards immediately began to gather.

The flute sounded, and more than a thousand bronze ax guards lined up in a neat queue and began to speed up. They approached the fighting left wing, burst out with a wild roar, and then suddenly rushed in from the edge! The entangled kingdom warriors mustered up their last strength and launched an attack at the same time. The battle ax fell and blood sprayed! The religious legion was not well defended and had lost another third. Under the impact of the enemy guards, they only tried their best to block for a moment, and then they were broken through the defense line and gave way to the way forward. Veteran Etalik blew the whistle quickly. He personally fought forward and mobilized his personal guards, and finally managed to gather the scattered soldiers into a group.

Yuku carried a small flag on his back, brandished his spear, and instantly penetrated the first line of defense. He wiped the blood on his face, looked up in the direction of the wolf flag, and continued to rush to the front. The Bronze Ax Guards did not stop and rushed forward. Soon, hundreds of longbow warriors appeared in front of them, and more Mexican warriors were coming.

"Buzz! Buzz!" The big bow buzzed, sharp arrows shot, and the moment of death was coming! Dozens of guards instantly fell to the ground. The bronze arrow at close range penetrated the leather armor with a "poof" and penetrated the body with a "chi". Most of the warriors who were hit by arrows died instantly without even leaving a last word!

On this battlefield where death bloomed, Yuku remained expressionless, like a sculpture of killing. He half-hunched his body calmly and galloped like a hound. "Tear!" Within a moment, the hound was the first to rush into the archer's queue. He slanted his spear and stabbed the opponent in front of him to death with one forward thrust. The Bronze Ax Guards roared again. They leaned over and charged wildly, waving the battle axes in their hands like galloping bison, raising their sharp horns!

The loose formation of the longbow warriors only blocked dozens of breaths before being broken open by the surging guard infantry charging in groups. "Zi!" Yuku withdrew his spear and brought out a cloud of blood. There was no longer any resistance to the warriors in front of him. Groups of guards also gradually penetrated the second line of defense and gathered around the leader.

The hound looked forward, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes. The Black Wolf's flag was only a few hundred steps away. The familiar Jaguar battle group stood with shields raised, and a group of cross-bow warriors quickly returned to support. Under the towering flag, the Mexican marshal wearing a plumed helmet could not see his expression clearly, but he only looked down proudly.

Yoku looked to the right, the Mexica wooden cannon was only a hundred steps away. The wooden barrel was covered with metal copper hoops, and the small muzzle was emitting wisps of green smoke, like a mysterious priest's fetish, which made people both awed and yearned for. Yoku stared for a few breaths, shook his head regretfully, and threw the fetish that was within his reach behind his mind. He looked at the warriors behind him again. The young king was wearing standard armor and stood in the center of the guards without attracting any attention. The king's body was stained with red, and the copper axe in his hand was also stained with blood. The descendants of the condor never lacked courage!

The hound nodded seriously, and then waved the flag coldly. More than two hundred guards in the rear were left behind. They had to use their lives to temporarily block the Mexica Legion from coming back for help. Then, Yoku continued to point the flag forward and blew the short flute in his mouth. A thousand copper axe guards followed the peerless warriors and charged at the enemy again!

Xiuluot stood solemnly on the hill, watching the royal guards who were charging in. Sweat oozed from his palms, but his face was full of a confident smile.

"As expected of the famous Bronze Axe Guards! Unfortunately, they met me and are destined to perish here today!"

Then, the young king looked ahead majestically and shouted loudly to the Jaguar regiment that was guarding.

"My loyal noble warriors! Four years ago, the Tarasco Guards stepped on your dignity and became famous in one battle! Now, it's your turn to avenge the previous shame. I pray to the Lord God to bless your promise of victory! Defeat the Tarasco Guards and regain the glory of the Jaguar!!"

"Roar!!"

The five hundred Jaguar regiments roared fiercely together. Many Jaguar warriors who valued honor took out daggers, cut their cheeks on both sides, and let the blood drip. Then, as the blood dripped, they put their hands on their hearts and made a blood oath to die! Then, the warriors in the front row took out their javelins and lined up on the hill, waiting for the Bronze Axe Guards to approach.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Xuluot waved the small flag resolutely again. Five hundred crossbowmen were close to the hill, but they had no time to go further. They stopped on the spot following the flag, without taking a moment to breathe, and immediately quickly reeled in their arrows, shooting a deadly rain of arrows at the enemy guards who rushed within a hundred steps!

Seeing the crossbow warriors raising their crossbows, the hound Yuku's pupils suddenly shrank. He quickly stepped back two steps, stood in front of the king, and raised his shield high.

"Bang, bang!" The violent impact came in an instant, and the shrill howl suddenly sounded and stopped. Then, Yuku didn't bother to check the casualties of the warriors. He blew the bamboo flute quickly, and the flag pointed diagonally forward. The more than 300 guards in the front immediately leaned forward and quickly approached the crossbow brigade within a hundred steps. We must not let the powerful armor-piercing crossbowmen shoot again at close range!

Xuluot nodded slightly. Hundreds of crossbow arrows flew, and the fierce Tarasco guards fell to the ground. The armor-piercing crossbowmen were indeed the nemesis of the elite infantry. Then, the young king moved his eyes and looked at the enemy general who reacted quickly, with an admiring smile on his face.

More than a hundred steps away, Yuku looked up and looked at each other. He looked at the enemy marshal's contemptuous smile, and his eyes revealed a cold killing intent. The hound only paused for a moment, then held the shield in his left hand and the gun in his right hand, led the seven hundred guards, and charged again in the direction of the wolf flag!

The fierce war drums sounded "dong dong", and the surging footsteps came. The two most elite battle groups in the world finally approached each other within fifty steps. At this moment, the two supreme kings were a hundred steps apart, and they also gambled their lives at the same time!

When Xiuluot waved the flag, the jaguar warriors in the front line roared and suddenly shot out javelins; Yuku blew the bamboo flute, and the bronze axe guards in the back line raised their longbows and suddenly shot out feather arrows. Then, the warriors of both sides roared at the same time and charged at each other fiercely!

The battlefield seemed to stop for a moment. The warriors violently swung their war sticks and chopped their battle axes. They only had their eyes on the opponents in front of them, and there was no sound in their ears. But the world came alive again a moment later. Thunderous shouts echoed on the hillocks. Hundreds of the most elite warriors in the world splattered blood and fell tragically in each other's entanglement. As soon as the fight to the death began, it immediately entered the most intense climax!

A copper axe guard swung the copper axe vigorously, directly splitting the opponent's refined wooden shield, and the bright feathers immediately scattered everywhere. Facing the enemy's fierce attack, the warlike jaguar warrior threw out the broken shield, took two steps forward with agility, and swung the war stick in his hand exquisitely. The sharp obsidian blade came like lightning, lightly cut the neck, and instantly took the enemy's life.

Before the jaguar warrior showed a smile of victory, a huge two-handed battle axe came towards him. "Bang"! The axe split everything and suddenly knocked him to the ground. The blood gushed out like a waterfall, and the incomplete body was almost split in half. It turned out that in the guards of the shield and short axe, there was an even more ferocious axe warrior hidden. The power of the two-handed battle axe was unparalleled, and it quickly attracted the attention of the Mexica warriors.

The axe warrior just took a breath, and two war sticks attacked from both sides at the same time. The axe warrior had no shield, so he swung the axe to the right desperately. A wooden shield was smashed again with a "bang", but the experienced jaguar warrior had withdrawn his attack and quickly stepped back to avoid the oncoming edge. The opponent's goal was wide open, and the jaguar warrior on the left grinned, and a half-body circle cut, cutting a half-meter wound on the opponent's waist! The axe warrior immediately fell to the ground with a "thump", and the huge battle axe fell into the dust.

"Puff!" The brave jaguar warrior had just ended the enemy's life when the harvesting god of death came fiercely. A sharp spear was extremely fast, suddenly piercing the leather armor on the waist and abdomen, then twisted left and right, and then pulled out violently. As blood spurted, there was another living corpse on the battlefield. Yuku raised his spear and pointed it lightly and quickly. Another jaguar warrior who lost his shield screamed half a scream, struggled to cover his neck, and fell to the ground with blood gushing out.

The hound Yuku then took a step back and wiped the blood off his face. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the Mexica Marshal fifty steps away like a snake. Several guards were holding large shields and gathered in front of the marshal. The hound stretched out his left hand, touched the longbow behind him, shook his head, and then waved the spear again and rushed into the enemy formation!

On the platform, Shulot had put away the command flag, took down the longbow, and paid close attention to the battle situation in front of him. He was in imminent danger, the sound of fierce fighting echoed in his ears, and the strong smell of blood lingered in his nose. This was a familiar and dangerous fight, and after a long time, it was so close to him again!

The young king had a calm expression and a calm heart. He watched the elite warriors fighting on the king's battlefield, falling down like rice. The warriors were either tall, strong, brave, or fearless, but they were all just the king's pawns!

Thinking of this, the young king lowered his eyes slightly, his face was like a calm lake, thunder exploded in his heart, and flames burned in his chest! The king's sight kept examining and moving, engraving everything in his heart.

Dozens of steps away, 500 Jaguar War Groups and 700 Bronze Axe Guards fought fiercely, fighting to the death and evenly matched. Although the Bronze Axe Guards temporarily had the advantage in numbers, it was impossible for them to break through in a short time. The decisive blow will stop here! A hundred steps away, 500 crossbowmen had already thrown down their crossbows. They waved their war sticks and transformed into a powerful temple guard, fighting fiercely with the kingdom guards in front of them, who were only half the number of people, and had a clear advantage. Two or three hundred steps away, thousands of longbow warriors continued to gather and attack the two hundred guards who were desperately blocking them. The number of guards continued to decrease, and they could only block for half a moment at most!

Xiuluot nodded slowly. He looked to his side and shouted in a deep voice.

"Beat the drums of the general attack and wave the flag forward! Strictly order the warriors in the front army not to return to help, quickly break the enemy formation and cut off the Tarasco flag!"

Then, the young king looked at Bertard beside him and ordered before the warrior leader spoke.

"Bertard, you are my most brave holy eagle! Bring a dozen warriors to repel the enemy's general!"

Xiuluot stretched out his finger and pointed to Yuku who was constantly advancing in the formation fifty steps away.

"He is the spearhead of the Tarasco Guards! Defeat him, regardless of life or death!"

Looking at the majestic king, Bertard kept silent and bowed his head in a solemn salute. Then, the warrior leader took down his longbow, aimed at Yuku, who was dancing with his spear, and paused for a moment before shooting a fierce arrow!

"Swish!" A precise sharp arrow whistled in! Hearing the sound of the wind shooting at him, Yuku suddenly tilted his head and felt a pain in his left ear. He quickly bent his body and reached out to touch it. The touch was full of warm blood, and only half of his left ear was left. The hound was startled and stopped cautiously. He looked up and saw a warrior with a vicissitudes of life putting away his longbow, holding a stick and shield, and running towards this side with big strides.

Seeing the opponent's steps, Yuku's face was stern. He ignored the pain in his left ear, and first quickly turned his head and secretly swept over the supreme king. The king stood low-key in the center of the guards, accepting the quiet and strict protection of the warriors. The hound Yoku pursed his lips, nodded to the king affirmatively, and turned around again. Then, he took a deep breath, raised the spear in his hand diagonally, stared at the rapidly approaching Mexican warrior leader, and quickly stepped forward to meet him.

Bertard looked resolute. He stepped lightly, ran like a tiger, and leaped forward like a beast with a clear sense of rhythm. The warrior leader stared at the opponent in front of him, taking in the opponent's figure, but was not confused by the opponent's small movements. When the martial arts rise to a certain level, the enemy in front of him will condense from a complex and detailed human figure to a simple and abstract human figure. Attack, defense, dodge, block, all actions have a strong trend and traces to follow, and they will never be hidden from his eyes! At this level, the only thing that determines the outcome of the fight is the power and speed of the action, the precision and control of the body!

Bertard smiled slightly, raised the shield in his left hand quickly, and Yoku's rapid stab was blocked with a "bang". Then, the warrior leader leaned forward and approached within two steps of his opponent. He swung his right arm and accurately attacked his opponent's side waist with his war stick.

Yuku immediately dodged nimbly and distanced himself again. He lightly raised his spear and stabbed it at Bertard's neck. Bertard also dodged the spear with a flash. Then, the warrior leader swung his stick diagonally, deflecting the spear, and at the same time stepped forward with his left foot, approaching the opponent again. Yuku had to step back to keep the best distance of the spear.

On the fierce battlefield, the two men advanced and retreated, changing their steps, avoiding the surrounding weapons while launching fierce attacks on the opponent. After only one or two minutes of fighting, Yuku's heart sank and he felt cold. He had been fighting all the way and had already consumed most of his physical strength. At this time, facing such a strong opponent, he really had no confidence at all!

The situation is critical and must be quick! Thinking of this, Yuku's eyes were fierce. He suddenly took a step forward and stabbed out his spear, revealing an obvious flaw. Then, he loosened his right hand slightly, ready to draw his axe and strike at any time!

Bertard narrowed his eyes slightly, aware of his opponent's surging murderous intent. He waved the shield, felt the slightly weaker strength of the spear, and then showed a knowing smile. Faced with the enemy's weaknesses, the samurai commander did not rush forward. He just slashed at the opponent's hands along the spear, forcing Yuku to immediately abandon the spear and draw the axe.

The warrior commander's smile was like a sharp arrow, piercing deeply into Yuku's heart. The agile hound took another step back, putting some distance between himself and his opponent. He sighed softly, gave up all chances, then made a decision and shouted loudly.

"Hold him off! Buy me a moment!"

After hearing the general's order, the guard captain who led his team to follow gritted his teeth. He held his big shield high and half-hidden his copper ax, then threw himself forward and rushed forward. Dozens of guards around him also rushed forward.

Bertard frowned slightly, led the dozens of warriors beside him, dodged the leader of the guard, and continued to kill General Yuku. However, the captain of the bodyguard raised his shield high and pursued the entanglement regardless of life or death. But Yuku in front left behind a large group of guards to block him, and turned around and left with only a few dead soldiers!

As soon as it was far away from the powerful warrior captain, the swift hound bent down and launched a ferocious attack towards the enemy formation on the other side. He swung his spear quickly, endured the increasing wounds, and desperately took ten steps forward! Then, amidst the sacrificial guards of the dead soldiers, the unparalleled warrior inserted his spear into the soil with a "bang", then took off his longbow without any pause, and pointed it at the Mexica marshal thirty steps away, with a lightning-fast strike. shoot!