Chapter 221 The King's War (Continued)

"Your Highness!"

From dozens of steps away, Bertard suddenly turned his head. For the first time, deep fear appeared on his usually calm face.

"The ancestors bless you, the three gods bless you!"

Suanga swung his axe vigorously, his face full of uncontrollable ecstasy. He watched the Mexica commander suddenly look up, his figure disappeared behind the shield formation, and the three-meter-high black wolf flag also fell backwards, and he couldn't help shouting.

"The Mexica commander is dead! The king's army will win!!"

Accompanied by the loud shouts, the elite warriors in the battle slowed down their hands. Thousands of concerned eyes looked at the wolf flag not far away. Strong emotions were revealed in their eyes, and complex emotions were intertwined in the air! The Tarasco warriors were full of excitement and joy, while the Mexica warriors were shocked and worried.

Where the army is, where the general's flag is, is the heart of the whole army! The Black Wolf's flag suddenly fell halfway, then suddenly stopped, and then slowly stood up. With the help of his personal guard Tels, Shulot finally stabilized his body and stood up with difficulty!

The young king touched the broken and drooping feather helmet, and then touched the flag tied tightly behind him. Then, he looked up and looked at the copper arrow less than a foot away from his head, and a strong palpitation surged into his heart. After a moment, the throbbing in his heart turned into a violent rage. He stretched out his hand and tried hard to pull out the copper arrow stuck on the flagpole. But the copper arrow was deeply embedded in the wood and could not be pulled out for a while. The young king gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Damn Tarasco, they always use this despicable sneak attack!! The leader of the alliance is carrying such a big flag, which is simply a living target for bows and arrows!"

At the moment of life and death, a sharp copper arrow turned into a streaking lightning, accurately passed through the gap of the shield, fiercely shot off the long feathers of his feather crown, and then nailed into the flagpole behind him with a "huh" sound! The young king lowered his head at the first time, and the rapid arrow wind whistled across his forehead. The huge impact still brought him to his back!

"The tradition of the alliance really needs to be changed! The era of long-range has arrived, and the strategy of war must also be improved!"

Xuluot shook his head vigorously. The Mexica Alliance has always valued bravery the most. The commander of the legion always carries a conspicuous big flag, stands in the front and high, and personally encourages the warriors to fight bravely. When the new era comes, this old rule is full of huge risks. In the "past" history, the Mexica fought many battles with the Spaniards in the field, and they often won first and then lost, all because the commander carrying the big flag suddenly fell down and was killed by the enemy's muskets and crossbows.

The young king's heart was up and down, but his face remained solemn. He adjusted his feather crown again, stood up straight, and waved his hand resolutely, and the shield formation of the guards was slightly dispersed. The commander's supreme and majestic figure finally appeared in front of everyone again. Then, the young king clenched his fist and raised his right hand high!

"The Lord God bless you, your highness is unharmed!"

In an instant, fanatical cheers suddenly rang out. The jaguar warriors roared with all their strength, and then they rushed towards the enemy in front of them. Their impact was more powerful, and their swings were more fierce, to tear the despicable Tarasco people into pieces!

"Huh!" Tels took a half step forward, raised the huge tower shield with precautions, and the rapid copper arrows were completely blocked. Once the guards standing in dense positions were on guard, such a sneak attack would no longer be successful.

"The opportunity has passed, the three gods have abandoned us!"

The hound Yuku put down his bow and sighed with heartache and regret. The surrounding jaguar warriors were rushing like crazy beasts. They swung their war sticks vigorously, swept their shields, and even stopped defending, and rushed to the despicable enemy generals who attacked His Highness. In just a dozen breaths, several dead soldiers who were guarding in front died one after another.

"Swish!" The sharp sound of wind came suddenly. Yuku quickly bowed his head, and a lightning-like arrow passed accurately over his head. The sharp copper arrow crossed the copper helmet and shot into the distance with a "hiss" sound! The hound looked up in fear and saw the Mexica commander on the stage with his eyes wide open, bending his bow and arrow himself, aiming here again! The sharp Yuku did not hesitate, and immediately bent over and moved like a hound.

One arrow missed, and another arrow was on the string. Xiuluot personally drew his longbow, aimed for a moment, and then frowned solemnly. The enemy general was like a changing rabbit, and it was difficult to lock accurately. He immediately shifted his bow and arrow and looked at the center of the Tarasco army. An ordinary Bronze Axe Guard also looked at him intently.

The two looked at each other, and the Bronze Axe Guard's eyes revealed an extremely strong regret and unforgettable hatred. Xiuluot frowned again and recognized that this was the enemy who had just shouted loudly! So, the young warrior took a slight aim, and decisively released his right hand, and shot an arrow with awe!

"Swish!" The sound of death came in an instant. Suanggua's face showed fear. He suddenly turned sideways, and his right arm suddenly hurt. "Puff!" A sharp feather arrow shot through the leather armor and deeply pierced his arm, and blood immediately flowed from the wound. Faced with the threat of bows and arrows, the guards on both sides quickly raised their shields, several archers raised their bows and shot back, and a personal guard approached to check in a low-key manner.

Suanggua half-crouched down and quickly took off his leather armor. The fierce battlefield could not carefully heal the wound, so the guard whispered an apology, and then carefully and quickly broke the arrow shaft. The king gritted his teeth and uttered a muffled groan. The guard paused, and without waiting for the expected reprimand, he continued to take out the gauze, attached to the arrowhead that had penetrated the flesh, and skillfully bandaged the wound.

The young king remained dead silent. He endured unprecedented weakness and pain, his eyes were red, and he stared at Shulot's position. Until the personal guards have finished dealing with it, help the king put on his armor again. Suan Gua then let out a painful groan and growled in despair.

"The three gods protect the condor, and the kingdom will never be destroyed! One day, I, Suangua, will draw my long bow with my own hands, shoot through your heart, and revive the Kingdom of Tarasco!"

"Take your life!"

Dozens of steps away, Bertard gave a swift kick with his left foot, causing his opponent to stumble suddenly. Then, the warrior commander swung his right arm vigorously, and the sharp war stick drew an exquisite arc, accurately hitting the guard commander's neck. The guard commander who was desperately struggling suddenly stopped, and his eyes lost the light forever. He just said "uh, uh" twice, and then fell straight into the dust with the blood spurting out.

"Where to escape!"

The warrior commander was furious, glanced with an eyebrow, and shouted again. His eyes were burning with anger, and he locked on Yuku's direction and made another fierce dash.

When Yuku heard the sound and looked back, he saw the fallen body of the guard captain. His eyes darkened, he turned his head again, and was horrified to see the injured king. At this moment, the peerless warrior was filled with exhaustion. He looked around the battlefield. The Bronze Ax Guards and the Jaguar Battle Group were fighting each other, unable to break through at all. The enemy crossbowmen not far away had formed a team and started shooting at the rear array of the guards. But hundreds of steps away, there were only a few dozen guards standing in the way. Thousands of longbow warriors were like an unstoppable ant colony, about to drown everything.

"There is no hope for this battle anymore, the royal army is doomed to fail!"

General Yuku clenched his hands, whined like a lone wolf, and squeezed out a cry of despair from his heart.

"The front army is behind the scenes! The rear army retreats! Quickly retreat to the southwest! Didi!"

Yuku blew the shrill conch horn and waved the flag of retreat. Then, he coldly abandoned the front army and ran towards the king without looking back. The bronze ax guards at the back of the palace looked at each other, with desperate will to die in their eyes. They struggled to raise their shields and used their lives to barely block the angry warrior captain and the equally angry Jaguar Chapter.

The three hundred or so imperial guards turned around quickly. They covered the king in a low-key manner and rushed southwest in formation. A moment later, a fierce rain of arrows struck from the sky. The longbow warriors had already broken through the barrier. Under the command of the marshal's flag, they first separated out to pursue quickly, while the rest shot at the fleeing guards. Injured guards continued to stay behind, desperately resisting the pursuing Mexica warriors, and soon turned into corpses on the ground.

Shulot stood under the black wolf's flag and waved the command flag in his hand again. The Longbow Guards then divided into five hundred men and attacked the remaining enemy guards from behind. War sticks were waved, copper axes were struck, and the stalemate lasted only a moment before the situation on the battlefield changed. The Mexica warriors besieged them from two sides, and with the shooting of arrows at close range, it only took a quarter of an hour for the Tarasco guards to fall down one after another, struggling to form different shapes in front of the hill.

Desperate cries rang out one after another, rising into the sky and turning into shrill howls. The gods of Tarasco remained indifferent, watching the all-devouring battlefield, which eventually consumed them. The hundreds of guards at the back of the palace were bleeding and returning all the warmth to the Mother Goddess of the Earth. Then, their bodies gradually became cold, blended with the vast wilderness, and slept in their hometown forever. And an ancient kingdom is disappearing in this era of change along with their lives!

The war drums were beating fiercely, arrows were flying, and the roars of victory were intertwined with the dying wails. The young king looked down at the battlefield at his feet. The guards were chasing him to the north. The last enemy army retreated, and the situation was determined! He exhaled deeply, feeling the strength filling his chest. Then, Shulot raised his head and showed a bright smile with heartfelt excitement.

"I finally won this battle!!"

More than ten meters away, Bertard strode forward, carrying a blood-stained war stick, and hurried back to His Highness's side. He circled around the wolf flag and took a few breaths carefully before bowing his head and saluting with peace of mind.

"Your Highness, the enemy guards have been completely defeated, and the Royal Tarasco army has no power to counterattack! In the end, we won this battle that decided the world! Victory belongs to you, my king!"

Hearing this, Shulot laughed loudly. He patted the warrior commander's shoulder affectionately, and then said in a deep voice.

"The Tarascans attacked me again! I am very angry! Bertard, I will give you five hundred personal guards to hunt down the hound general! If possible, capture him alive. If not, kill him on the spot. kill!"

Bertard promised solemnly. Afterwards, he hesitated for a while before making a suggestion.

"Your Highness, the first priority now is to defeat the enemy's center, cut off the royal eagle flag, and capture King Tarasco! As long as the royal flag is broken, the enemy army will be completely defeated!"

Xiuluo nodded and laughed loudly with confidence.

"No need to worry, I naturally know it! I am going to leave this honor to the two generals of the central army, especially Ezpin who is from the kingdom! Bertard, my holy eagle, go and catch the enemy's hound for me! "

Bertard saluted solemnly, turned around and led the troops away. During the battle, he once again felt the changes in His Highness, just like the sun at noon, releasing scorching light.

Xuluot looked at the front, and the battle situation had completely tilted towards the alliance. With the failure of the Bronze Axe Guards' assault, the morale of the royal army was shaken again. The royal warriors on both wings shrank into a full-scale defensive circle, and the Tarasco militia in the center was about to fall, with only a few thin lines of defense left. Behind the enemy's center, the inherited eagle flag fluttered weakly. The determined Tarasco "king" was standing bravely under the royal flag with his lonely guards.

"In the face of death, he held on to the end. He is really a glorious king, and he should be offered the highest sacrifice!"

The young king stared at the eagle flag for a moment, then looked at the king in golden armor, and whispered in admiration from the bottom of his heart. Then, he looked solemn and waved the flag vigorously.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The war drums were extremely rapid, like a line of heavy rain in the rainy season. Thousands of longbow warriors raised the war sticks at their waists and roared loudly. They launched a fatal assault on Tarasco's spearmen from both sides of the center at the same time!

"Boom, boom, boom!" Before the first drumbeat had finished, the warriors had already killed their way through the enemy formation and surrounded the rear of the central army. Kuluka blew the bone whistle hastily, and Ezpan waved the battle flag vigorously. More than 6,000 long-lance militiamen shouted in unison, like a long-accumulated flood, finally breaking through the embankment's defense line!

"Boom, boom!" The second drumbeat sounded again. The sharp cold light flashed, and the torrent of long spears drowned everything. The royal army militia resisted, trembled, and wavered, and finally dropped their weapons, turned around and fled, revealing their fragile backs. The militiamen howled and wanted to escape the battlefield, but were ruthlessly stabbed to the ground. The Mexica warriors on both sides of the central army surrounded them, and groups of Tarasco militiamen knelt down and surrendered to the enemy they could not resist.

The surging gun formation did not stop, and the warriors and militiamen moved forward enthusiastically. In just a few moments, thousands of Mexica troops surrounded the tiny King Tarasco and the lonely royal eagle flag!

"Boom, boom!" The third drum of war soared into the sky. The militiamen thrust out long spears in groups, easily stabbing all the guards around the king to death! The dense forest of spears, with a chill, shackled the king tightly. Then, with the tacit consent of His Highness's envoy, Ezpan rushed forward fiercely, shouting excitedly and meaninglessly. The former miner of the kingdom waved a blunt war stick, suddenly knocked down the supreme king, and then tied his hands tightly with hemp rope, like a white deer tied up for slaughter!

A few steps away, Kuluka's eyes were smart. He held the towering inheritance flag in one hand, took out a small copper axe with the other, and then chopped it hard! With a "click", the two-hundred-year-old royal flag slowly tilted, then accelerated to fall, until it fell to the ground with a "bang", and the flag fell into the soil.

At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be quiet. The next moment, tens of thousands of Mexica warriors cheered in unison, and the loud shouts shook the world, accompanied by two thunders fired into the air!

"Boom! Boom! Catch King Tarasco! Catch King Taras!!"

The warm cheers echoed on the battlefield. The royal warriors on both wings paused for a moment, watching the royal flag fall to the ground, and finally lost all their morale. They seemed to be broken by the last straw, kneeling directly in front of the formation, throwing down bronze spears and shields in groups, letting the opponent's weapons fall on their necks, and no longer able to resist. The tenacious royal warriors lost hope and became limp turkeys, and hundreds of them were captured by the alliance!

Xiu Luote stood on a high place. He watched the royal flag of Tarasco fall down with a bang, and watched the enemy troops in the front line all collapse. He listened to the warriors' thunderous cheers and his own name in the cheers. The young king was full of pride and ambition. He looked at the setting sun, laughed and raised his right hand, grasped the sun in his hand, and then roared to the sky.

". The pride is overwhelming, the blood is red. I am a great man, I will rule the world!!"