Chapter 218 The King's War (Part 2)

The long wind blew, the battle flag was flying high, and live hummingbirds were flying on the flag. It symbolizes the reinforcements of the royal capital, dancing hesitantly in the air. Distant blood floated in the air, and the wind was filled with fierce shouts. The sky is vast, the earth is churning, the war is raging, and the fields are full of murder!

The old warrior stood under the battle flag, looking towards the south where the fierce battle was taking place.

At the end of the sky are black spots of fierce fighting, and yellowish smoke is rising from the intertwined military formations. At this moment, tens of thousands of warriors were fighting desperately, their tiny figures appearing and disappearing in the smoke. They seemed to be hidden in an illusory world, which was the mouth of the demon that breathed smoke, leading to the kingdom of the dead in the underground abyss!

The old warrior continued his search. Soon, the inherited eagle flag caught his sight. From his perspective, the royal flag stood between heaven and earth, like a sacred cocoa tree, inheriting two hundred years of glory. It stood stubbornly and stood still, letting the ants at the bottom of the tree fight, leaving hope for everything!

Seeing this scene, the old warrior sighed and remained silent. The warm breeze blew through his brand-new leather armor, bringing with him urgent shouts; the slanting sunlight illuminated his shining bronze helmet, casting long shadows. The years have carved traces of sadness on his face, leaving only a pair of bright eyes.

"Boohoo!" The shrill rain of arrows struck from the south again. Seeing the figure shaking not far away, the old warrior trembled violently. He quickly raised his shield, crouched down quickly, and the successive impacts came with "bang, bang". The surrounding recruits were hit by arrows one after another, howling miserably and struggling on the ground in vain. The area immediately vacated under the fluttering flag, leaving only dozens of veterans holding their shields.

"Ho, ho!" the Tekos militiamen from the front army roared furiously. They could no longer suppress the anger in their hearts and were unwilling to bear the attack in vain. These mountain warriors strode out and rushed towards the scattered enemy squads ahead. The nimble longbow hunters retreated again, and hundreds of elite scout warriors formed a formation to meet them. The warriors easily killed their opponents with just a swing of their war sticks.

The war drums sounded, and hundreds of warriors with the hummingbird family pattern attacked with shields. The Mexica scouts immediately retreated, maintaining a distant distance during sporadic battles. The longbow hunters quickly moved to both sides and fired cold arrows quickly. Warriors from the royal capital continued to fall down after being struck by arrows. Among the front troops, more than two hundred Tarasco longbowmen also fought back at the same time. They shot the approaching enemy troops and tried to drive back the Mexica archers. Thousands of soldiers from both sides were scattered and entangled with each other, advancing and retreating, moving in and out towards the south.

Only then did Chihuaco, the old militiaman, poke his head out of his shield. He looked carefully ahead and saw that the dangerous figures shaking had been pushed away, so he stood up carefully. Dozens of veterans holding shields gathered around the battle flag and continued to move south.

The military formation moved forward, leaving the battlefield behind. Chihuaco looked at the wounded soldiers dying and shouting on the ground, and shook his head helplessly. Then, he touched the strong copper helmet on his head, rubbed the strong leather armor on his body, and sighed with relief.

Three days ago, the chief minister of the capital formed a legion to support the king, and the warrior squad of the old militiamen was also recruited. Strict military orders were issued, and he could only take up arms, lead his brothers who lived and died together, and once again walked out of the majestic capital to join such dangerous reinforcements. Fortunately, before leaving, the chief man was a rare act of generosity and distributed brand-new samurai equipment to every reinforcement. The craftsmen of the royal capital worked day and night. There was no shortage of weapons and armor in the capital, but only warriors who could fight.

"Boom, boom!" The distant sound of cannons came, like the roar of a thunder god. Hearing this familiar explosion, the old militiaman shivered again. He heard the sound and went away. A few miles to the southeast, the king's flag gradually became clear. The huge Mexican army is like a dense black cloud, and the elite Royal Tarasco army is like a shallow crescent. Dark clouds covered the moon, and the Wang army was being suppressed and at a clear disadvantage.

"Beep, beep!" A rapid flute sounded. The commander of the Hummingbird family personally led the front army and was on the front line of the battle. He waved the battle flag vigorously, and the warriors of the central army immediately followed and joined the queue preparing to attack.

Chihuaco blinked and continued to hold his shield, guarding the waving flag. Beside him, a dozen warriors holding shields hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward. With quick eyesight and quick hands, Chihuaco stretched out his hand and grabbed a young warrior tightly. He suppressed the anger in his heart and cursed carefully in a low voice.

"Silly wood, what are you doing! You guys are using it as firewood in front of you, and it's burning brightly and cracklingly. We can just watch from behind. Why are you going to join in the fun?!"

The young warrior also wore brand new armor and held a sharp spear. He wore a crooked turban outside his helmet, but he was the former militiaman Weziti. Tying a headscarf is a habit left over from decades of rural life. Although he has now begun to consider himself a warrior, he cannot change it for a while.

"Uncle, I am now a noble warrior master!"

Weziti raised his head and straightened his chest, showing a stubborn face.

"The king's flag is in front! It is the descendant of the gods, the last hope of us Prepecha people! I am already a warrior master. As long as I rush through the Mexican defense line and rescue the king, I can be promoted to a great noble. ! And once I become a great noble, everyone will no longer have to suffer! Maybe, I can still get my wife and children back."

"Shit! What kind of master are you? You have been a suffering farmer for half your life!"

Chihuaco's anger rose, and he stretched out his hand suddenly, giving Wezti a slap in the face. Then, the old militiaman quickly pulled the stunned Wezti to his side, held his arm and raised his shield, pretending to be guarding the flag.

"Stupid, stupid! Stupid wood, why are you so stupid?! You fooled yourself into this by making empty promises? Why don't you take a closer look, what time is it now? Nobles, the nobles of the kingdom have no use!"

"Whoosh!" The sound of arrows piercing the air struck again. Chihuaco didn't bother to raise his head, and hurriedly raised his shield, bending his waist to block Weez's advance. The expected impact did not come. The old militiamen carefully looked around, but this time they were attacking the front army.

The bone arrows, with the roar of death, penetrated the warrior's leather armor. Several warriors died on the spot, and more than a dozen warriors were seriously injured by cold arrows, rolling and struggling on the ground. As if to confirm what the old militiaman said just now, a warrior wailed loudly and called out his status as a military noble. The commander-in-chief of the former army stepped forward and took a look at the wound, then waved his hand coldly. The military situation was urgent, so the two warriors directly grabbed the military nobles and sent them to the rear of the legion. The nobles with private armies watched with cold eyes and did not speak.

Vezti watched as the injured young noble was carried away from him, only bandaged hastily, and then put directly into the cold grass. The marching legion did not leave any guards behind, but left the opponent to fend for itself. The tall grass is like a green grave, gradually swallowing up the distant calls for help. Here and now, once injured, the outcome is doomed! Thinking of this, a chill suddenly rose in Weziti's heart, and his face became dull.

Chihuaco sighed. He looked at Weziti's dull expression and softened his tone.

"Mumu, your mother-in-law was conscripted. What happens to women who are conscripted in the countryside? You can see it clearly these days. And in this cannibalistic world, what can your six or seven-year-old child be? What happened? They were already dead! Now, you only have me and Lu Wei."

At this point, the old militiaman pulled Mu Mu beside him. The two stood shoulder to shoulder, each raising a shield to cover the other's side. The old militiaman spoke in a low voice that only two people could hear.

"Mumu, your mother-in-law and son are dead, and so are my mother-in-law and son. You have to understand whose hands they died in! The Mexicans didn't capture your son, and they didn't destroy our village. They died like a pod of beans, one for the Mexica, one for the warrior, and the remaining two must be counted for the damn chief and this bullshit king!"

Chihuaco's face showed a flash of ruthlessness. Continuous wars and great changes finally knocked him out of his cold glory. He took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and groped in his arms, trying to smell the herbal bag his mother-in-law had sewn for him, but he couldn't find it.

The old militiaman was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that he had left the small cloth bag with Luwei. That was the only relic left by her mother, which could make Little Luwei feel a little safer. And he himself no longer needs herbs to stay calm during the war.

Chihuaco sighed again.

"Silly wood, follow me carefully. We still have to survive. Don't think about saving the king, save yourself first!"

Vezti nodded, lowered his head again, and stopped talking like a pumpkin beaten by frost. The two remained silent, guarding the Hummingbird flag and following the legion southward. The closer they got to the front line of the battle and the king's flag, the more fierce the Mexica's attacks became, and the confrontation between the two armies became more brutal.

"Boohoo!" The arrow rain didn't stop. The Mexica militiamen began to approach the military formation regardless of casualties, and fired desperately with the archers of the former army. Hundreds of enemy warriors no longer retreated, and under the command of a young general, they fought to the death with the charging Tarasco warriors. That general is extremely brave! Chihuaco couldn't help but shudder again as he watched the other party chopping melons and vegetables, killing the samurai masters one after another.

"Didi!" The sharp conch horn sounded, and the attacking warriors were defeated again. The Mexica warriors did not pursue him, but just gasped and accumulated precious energy on the spot. The warrior captain Puap retreated all the way to the center of the army, and then wiped the rich blood on his face with his battle clothes, as well as the fine beads of sweat on his neck. He looked back at the formation of Mexica warriors with fear, then looked at the young enemy commander with fear, and said "poof" in his mouth.

"Damn, what a bunch of ruthless people! The sun god took a nap, and the eagle was covered in dark clouds. I can see the king with my eyes, but the legion can't fight it!"

Captain Puap let out another loud "poof" before walking towards the Chinese army's battle flag and shouting curses at his men.

"A bunch of blind moles! Why do we need so many people to guard the flag? The newcomers who have not been through the battle formation are of no use, and the unruly barbarians are running around again, but you veterans are still reliable. When the next charge comes, you all will follow me. Go! The chief said: Save the king, each warrior will be promoted to the nobility, and I will be promoted to the hereditary family!"

The old militiaman nodded and bowed, with a smile on his face. He trotted forward two steps, took out his handkerchief, respectfully helped Puap wipe the blood and sweat, and whispered in his mouth.

"Master, please take a moment to speak."

Puap was stunned for a moment, looked at the old militiaman suspiciously, and then followed him to the battle flag. Surrounded by several brothers of the old militiamen, they all held up their shields and held their guns, keeping a tight guard.

"Old man Qi, what's the matter with you? It's so mysterious!"

The old militiaman bowed his head respectfully and saluted, but said in a deep voice.

"Master, we have three thousand people. Even if half of them are newcomers and barbarians, there are still fifteen hundred elite warriors! There are only a few hundred cores on the opposite side. If everyone really wants to fight to the death, how can we stop them? Fight now In this case, all the warriors of the Hummingbird family have lost their blood. The problem is not ours! Look at the noble masters in the middle army and the temple masters in the rear army. Which one has died?"

Puap was stunned. The warriors who came out to support were divided into three groups, the chief hummingbird warrior, the private army of nobles in the city, and the temple guards of the priests, each accounting for roughly one-third. He looked around the entire army and observed carefully. The Hummingbird Warriors were charging at the front, the noble private troops were wandering in the middle, and the Temple Legion followed at the back. Every time they fight, the first to die is the Hummingbird Warrior. As long as there was a slight setback, the noble private army would retreat, and the temple army would also stop.

"Damn it! These courageous rat fish! I want to report to the commander-in-chief of the army! The king is in front, and the shameless nobles and incompetent priests are still conserving their strength!"

Puap was furious and wanted to return to the front army immediately. The old militiaman pulled Puap's arm hard and persuaded him deeply again.

"Master, those are high nobles and high priests! The former military master is so smart, he must have seen the true face of these rotten cocoa, but there is no way! The situation is like this, we dozens of people can go up, we can only add three more What’s the point of melons and two dates? It’s just a gift of dozens of heads!”

After hearing the words of the old militiaman, Puap's expression changed. If he really went out to speak out, it would either be useless and a waste of words; or the former military commander would take advantage of it and force the nobles and high-ranking priests to fight to the death. Regardless of the victory or defeat in this battle, if he offended these great nobles and high-level priests, as an ordinary new noble, what good end could he end up with?

Seeing Puap's uncertain expression, Chihuaco weighed it before adding the last fire.

"Master, you always trust me so much, and I tell you what I say to you from the bottom of my heart. In this world, you can become a noble only if you have warriors in your hands. When the warriors are all destroyed, Master, you will be a warrior again!"

"Master, let me risk my life again. Now even the great nobles of the kingdom have different aspirations. The old trees branched into two branches and the arugula blossomed outside the wall. With your talent, even under the hands of the Mexicans, it will be the same You can survive! Maybe you can survive better. This fight is just the king’s war, not ours!”

After hearing this, Puap's face turned gloomy, and the words of the old militiaman were like sharp arrows, shooting into his heart. The warrior captain stood there, staring at the eagle flag not far away and the royal army fighting under the flag. After a while, until the Mexica's thunder exploded again, he nodded slowly.