Chapter 226 Toast

Following Toltec's shouting, the tent instantly fell silent. The warm night wind blew, and the bonfire in the center shone brightly, reflecting the surprised faces of the generals and also illuminating the unconscious King Tarasco on the ground. Everyone looked at the captured "white deer" at the same time, and also stared at the black wolf with its head raised.

Hearing Black Wolf's words, Shulot's eyes lit up and he stood up suddenly. He smiled first and nodded approvingly to Black Wolf. Then, he glanced at the warrior captain at the door, his eyes lingered on Yuku's head for a moment, and he sighed softly in his heart. Finally, the young king took two steps forward and came to the center of the tent. He looked at the prisoner's face and solemnly gave the order.

"Quickly call General Horta, the head of the Sky family who is accompanying the army; and then call General Orta, the head of the Crocodile family in the rear camp."

The two guards left immediately, and the solemn silence continued in the tent. His Highness in the middle was silent in thought, and Marshal Iskali, who was at the head, also stood up. He walked slowly to Xiulote's side and stared at the "white deer" on the ground with complicated expectations in his eyes.

The long wind at night blew the big tent, making a roaring sound, which seemed like the heartbeat of everyone, making the moment of silence become longer. Soon, the young head of the Tian family came in a hurry and was the first to arrive. As soon as he entered the tent and saw His Highness in the middle, he immediately fell to the ground and saluted, praising him respectfully.

"Congratulations to Your Highness on your great victory! You are the true eagle, ruling the 'sky' of Tarasco!"

Hearing this, Shulot smiled faintly. He waved to Horta to come closer, and then pointed to the ground.

"Horta, look carefully, who is he?"

Young Horta leaned forward obediently. He looked at the blood-stained prisoner with a moment of doubt on his face. He looked at His Highness inquiringly, then took out his handkerchief and wiped off the dirt and blood on the prisoner's face. Horta looked at it for a while, then suddenly thought of something, opened his mouth in surprise, and even dropped the handkerchief from his hand.

"Ah, he, he, is he?"

The gazes of all the generals gathered together, bringing with them a mountain-like pressure. With stern eyes, Iskali took a step forward, grabbed Horta's shirt, and asked sternly.

"Is he the king of Tarasco? Are you sure?"

Young Horta was at a loss and looked panicked. He nodded subconsciously at first, then shook his head in panic, and was speechless for a moment.

At this moment, the tent door opened again. Accompanied by two guards, a tall, majestic figure with a slight stoop and no weapons walked quickly in from outside the tent. Osipai looked miserable, lowered his head, and quickly took a look at the situation in the tent. Then, his face instantly turned pale, his movements suddenly stopped, and his eyes widened in shock. The crocodile marshal took two sudden steps and threw himself on Suangua, tears streaming from his eyes.

"His Majesty!"

Ospie burst into tears. He shook Suangua's body, trying to grab something, but couldn't.

Shulot raised his hand and stopped the bodyguard who drew his weapon. His eyes were bright, he patted Ospie's shoulder and asked in a deep voice.

"Ospai, are you sure he is Suangua?"

Osipai raised his head, looked at the majestic His Highness, and nodded desperately.

"Your Majesty, he is the king of Tarasco, the bloodline of the contemporary condor."

"Hahaha! Ouch! Roar!"

The generals were instantly excited, shouting loudly, and loud cheers finally erupted in the commander's tent! The faces of the warriors were filled with uncontrollable excitement, and Toltec opened his arms and howled like a coyote.

Shulot smiled and nodded, and the veteran Etalik played the resonant flute. All the generals stood up to the sound of the flute and saluted His Highness together. Then, the warriors raised their weapons and roared in unison! The cheers turned into loud roars, and the wild shouts shook the heart, gathering into an unstoppable force!

In the frantic camp, Iskali was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and solemnly saluted His Highness in the middle. Orta's legs became weak and he fell to the ground weakly. He couldn't say a word and could only kneel at His Highness's feet.

After a moment of excitement, the monkey Kuruka raised his right fist high and was the first to shout the slogan,

"Your Highness is victorious! A great victory in the Western Expedition!"

"Your Highness is victorious! A great victory in the Western Expedition!"

The generals roared in unison.

"God bless the king! His Highness God Qi!"

"God bless the king! His Highness God Qi!"

The generals saluted again.

Shulot stood in the big tent. He looked at the many warriors who were bowing their heads, and his heart felt very happy, as if he drank a cup of cool and sweet spring water in the middle of summer, and felt a little drunk. The young king laughed and slowly raised his hand, and the noise immediately stopped.

"Pour the wine!"

Shulot took the wine glass and looked around at the generals. Wherever his eyes passed, the warriors lowered their heads. Finally, he looked at Iskali, and the senior Mexica marshal also took a step back and bowed his head in greeting.

"First cup, congratulations to the Lord God! Praise my God!"

"Praise my God!"

A touch of tequila reverberates in the mouth, cool and bitter, and has a unique "cactus" taste. Shulot smiled and relaxed physically and mentally.

"The second cup, congratulations to the king! Praise my king!"

"Praise my king!"

The bonfire swayed, and green smoke rose in the tent, flying away from the skylight on the top of the tent into the infinite sky. Shulot looked up for a moment, only to feel that he was about to fly, and the world was under his feet.

"The third cup, congratulations to all the generals sitting here! The victory of this battle depends entirely on the generals' hard work and the samurai's bravery. I will keep your achievements in my heart! I promised before the battle that after this battle is won, , I will honor my military honors and allocate my land, and I will never break my promise!”

"Praise to Your Highness!!"

Warm cheers rang out again. The warriors' faces were eager, and the generals' eyes were shining. A successful western expedition would allow them to ride on the wind and travel a path that would take several generations to accumulate!

"The fourth cup is congratulations to Black Wolf Toltec! He won the duel, held back the reinforcements from the north, and even captured the king of Tarasco! Black Wolf made his first contribution in this battle!"

Shulot stepped forward, poured the wine himself, and handed it to his beloved general Toltec. The young Hei Lang took the wine glass, looked around proudly, raised his glass to greet the generals, and drank it all in one gulp. Monkey Kuruka's eyes flickered. He remained calm and drank the remaining wine in the cup along with the generals.

"Toltec, you are my favorite black wolf, you have never failed to live up to my expectations!"

Shulot smiled. He patted Hei Lang's shoulder affectionately, then held the other person's arm, raised it high, and announced to everyone.

"Toltec captured the king of Tarasco! From today on, he is the 'Chief Falcon Warrior' of the Alliance! He is a world-famous warrior who captured the white deer!"

"Chief Falcon Warrior!"

Low murmurs echoed in the camp. The generals looked surprised, with uncontrollable envy in their expressions. The Eagle Warrior itself is a symbol of military aristocracy. The title of Falcon is considered to be the strongest among the Eagle Warriors, while the title of Chief represents the lofty status and command authority of the army. From today on, Toltec has transcended the shackles of a civilian background and has become one of the top generals among military aristocrats!

"My black wolf, do you have anything to say?"

Shulot smiled and looked at his beloved general, and then at Kuruka, indicating something.

Toltec clenched his right fist and patted his chest hard. His sword eyebrows were raised, and his words were full of proud confidence.

"I, Toltec, am your highness's black wolf, brave and skilled in battle, unstoppable! I captured the enemy marshal and captured the king of Tarasco. No one can stop me! As long as your highness gives an order, I will fight for The wolf king is galloping to catch prey from among the armies!”

Hearing this, there was a moment of silence in the big tent, and all the generals were silent. Bertard coughed slightly and spoke with a smile.

"On the way back, Toltec mentioned to me that I would like to express my gratitude to several generals and toast to them!"

Hearing the words of the warrior captain, Toltec was stunned. He looked up and saw Bertard nodding slightly and moving his hands slightly.

"Oh? Very good, serve wine to Black Wolf! It is indeed not easy for the Chinese army to break through the enemy's formation and force Suangua to flee in this battle!"

With a smile on his face, Shulot patted Toltec on the shoulder again.

Black Wolf hesitated for a moment, then remembered the warrior commander's instructions. He turned around, bowed his head slightly, and raised his glass in greetings in the direction of Kuruca and Ezpan.

"The spear corps of the Chinese army is tenacious and brave, taking the lead in breaking through the enemy's formation! The two generals are also quite capable of fighting. The Chinese army deserves half of the credit for capturing the king! I, Toltec, am here to toast to the two generals!"

After saying that, Hei Lang drank two glasses of wine and bowed sincerely.

Kuruka the monkey and Ezpan the miner stood up at the same time. They drank the water and wine and returned the favor, their smiles a little more sincere.

Xiuluo nodded and asked Hei Lang to sit next to him. Then, he poured another glass of water and wine and said solemnly.

"The central army is moving forward hard, and the two wings are fighting to the death! The warriors sacrificed their lives heroically to go to the Kingdom of God. The sacrifices of the religious legions were especially tragic. Come, General Etalik, General Natali, Teacher Orosh, and drink this cup. , Bless the sacrificial warriors!”

"Bless the fallen warriors!"

After everyone finished drinking the cup, the atmosphere became slightly solemn. Xurot once again poured the wine himself and handed the glass to Iskali beside him.

"This glass is dedicated to Marshal Iskali! The advance troops on the southern route worked tirelessly and marched north day and night, forcing the Royal Tarasco army to launch a decisive battle and carry out a desperate assault! Thank you, dear Doomsday Moon, for winning for our army Strategic advantage!”

Facing Shulot's toast, Iskali was slightly stunned. A stiff and rare smile appeared on his usually cold face. Marshal Nanlu drank all the water and wine in one gulp and said seriously.

"The Northern Route Army cut through thorns, broke through fortresses, and defeated the enemy! The tigers of Mexico leaped forward, and the deer of Tarasco fled in all directions. It is really amazing! The king has always valued His Highness and regarded him as an alliance. The sun of the future. I have had doubts about His Highness, but to this day, I am completely convinced!"

Then, Iskali, who was born in the royal family, pondered for a moment and then spoke sincerely.

"After this battle, His Highness will rise as brightly as the sun, and his fame will be known across the East and West Lakes! How lucky our clan is to receive such divine grace. The elder is so famous that he suppresses the alliance; the King is wise and decisive, commanding all the tribes; Your Highness is wise. He is good at fighting and leads the army, so he promises the world! The king has mentioned the plan after the Western Expedition, and His Highness has already known it. After conquering Tarasco, the rich land in the lake will be guarded by His Highness! As long as you rebel against the people, move the nobles of the country, and take control of this fertile land, the alliance will have no enemies to fight against!"

Speaking of this, Doomsday Moon's words were full of blood, just like his eyes full of murderous intent. Afterwards, Iskali paused, restrained his boiling murderous intent, and hesitated for a long time. He stared at Shulot's always clear eyes, looked at the young man's increasingly heroic face, and finally spoke loudly again.

"Your Highness, we are both descendants of the royal family. Many of our nobles support you just as we support the great king! Your Highness, please calm down and work hard for a few years. The king will work with you both inside and outside. Manage the lake area and conquer all directions! Once we conquer the old enemy Tlaxcala and pacify the disloyal three tribes in the south, the world will be owned by the great alliance! If we can see people coming from all directions in this life, we can go to God with a smile! Kingdom, meet the late King Montezuma. After His Highness takes over, he will become the first eagle to rule the world!"

After listening to Iskali's words and savoring the obedience and admonition contained in them, Shulot was quiet for a moment and nodded slowly and forcefully.

"Good! Very good!"

The lowered Tepopolo clenched his wine glass and looked at his old friend in disbelief. If all the royal families unite as one, the great nobles from all over the world. After a moment, he lowered his head in silence and drank the wine in the glass as well.

Shulot thought for a while and then smiled. He raised the wine glass in his hand and said to the generals with a smile.

"What the Marshal said is absolutely true! My ambition is between the East and West Lakes, and even beyond the endless two lakes! The world we know is just a small island in Lake Texcoco. Beyond this world, there is There is the land of Maya in the southeast, the Quetzalcoatl Islands in the lake, the boundless forest in the north, and the distant country in the south. And beyond, there is an unimaginable vast world. I will follow the footsteps of the elders and be of the same mind as the king! Virtue, until the new era begins! All you generals, please follow me. I will promise you a future that is unimaginable at this moment!"

"This last glass is for the future in my eyes!"

"Congratulations to Your Highness!!"

The boiling sound sounded again, like the hymn of the gods! In this hymn of the new era, King Tarasco woke up in a daze. In his ears were the noisy songs of celebration, mixed with soft and inaudible cries, which made people feel lost.

Su Angua groaned lowly and finally opened his eyes weakly, looking at the bonfire in front of him dimly. At this moment, the bonfire swayed, and he saw the burning flames rising from the tent, burning up the old cocoa, sweeping across the vast earth, until it burned all over the sky!