The sun sets quietly and the stream flows silently. The rolling hills are gentle, and the barren fields are gradually opening up. The mountains and forests of Apacheingan have turned into shadows on the horizon, and the lake district of Patzcuaro is not far to the north.

King Suangua walked silently, wearing an ordinary samurai uniform, with his guards carrying the king's flag behind him. The inherited eagle flag has been rolled up and put away, and the flag-bearers only held high the flag of the three gods. If you stand at a distance and observe, it is difficult to distinguish the affiliation of the legion for a while.

However, once it is near, the identity of the royal legion cannot be concealed. The longbow bronze axe, leather armor bronze helmet, as well as the neat military appearance, the silent march, are all symbols of elite warriors. The battalion commanders in the great army all wore the forked crowns of nobles and brightly striped battle suits. The war clothes are embroidered with yellow condors and symbols of the three gods.

The 10,000 elites of the Tarasco royal family were divided into two armies, each with 5,000 men in the front and the rear, with scouts reaching out for dozens of miles. Su Angua personally led the bronze axe guard at the forefront. In the past few days, under the golden sunlight, he walked through the familiar mountains and rivers, and passed through the unfamiliar barren villages and towns, and he has been taciturn.

There was a sudden commotion in the front row of the marching army. The scouts on the periphery waved the warning flags, and hundreds of elite warriors rushed forward and began to run fast. Suangua stopped the army formation and climbed up the nearest hill. A few miles ahead, a few green dots quickly retreated backwards, while the kingdom's scouts chased and flanked from both sides. The two sides chased and fled until the end of the line of sight.

The young king frowned and waited irritably for a moment before the guards came on foot. He carried a few **** heads and a few longbows on his back, bowed his head and replied respectfully.

"Dear King, the scouts encountered a squad of Mexica warriors and killed them all."

Su Angua glanced at the hairstyle on his head and then at the captured longbow, feeling agitated again. This is not a samurai, but a tribesman in the mountains. Even these militiamen can be equipped with long bows... The young king didn't say much, just asked aloud.

"Good job. Did the scouts detect any signs of the enemy brigade?"

"There is no trace of the enemy group within 20 miles, and there is no smoke and dust from the marching in the sky. This team of scouts is carrying a lot of dry food, and they are unable to run when they are chasing. It should be very far ahead."

The king nodded and waved his guards back. He looked into the distant sky. The capital was just three hundred miles away to the northwest. The normal march would take about seven or eight days, and the urgent march would take five days.

"I met an enemy scout here... The capital has lost control of the surrounding area! The enemy's situation is unknown, and the rapid march is too dangerous... No, the number of enemy troops should not be small, and it is not appropriate to entangle at this time!" Genius Remember for a second https://www..(com) https://m.

Su Angua thought for a moment and made a quick decision.

"Come here! Send the order, the former army scouts dispersed, the army kept quiet, and turned to the southwest. Then send two hundred-person squads to wander in the northeast to attack the Mexican scouts as suspects!"

Following the king's military orders, tens of thousands of elites quickly changed their formation and turned to the hills and valleys in the southwest. The last of Tarrasco's elite continue to the heart of the kingdom, awaiting the battle destined to come.

The wilderness of the mountains and forests was quiet again, and the low-hanging vegetation covered the traces of the fighting. It wasn't until a day later that a few Mexica reconnaissance teams arrived in a hurry. They dispersed, carefully searched the forest for bloodstains and corpses, and then gathered again. The captains looked solemn, whispered for a moment, and quickly divided into three groups. Looking for the figure all the way to the northeast, all the way to the southwest along the footprints, and all the way day and night, turning back quickly.

The sun rises and sets, and two days later. The high sun illuminates the earth, and shallow creeks flow through the valley. Toltec sat with his legs standing on the boulder by the stream, frowning like a big contemplative dog. Beside him is a longbow and battle stick, and in front of him is a row of bamboo baskets, which are full of fresh and slender spicy grass.

This is a temporary riverside camp, more than 150 miles away from Qin Congcan in the west, and a little over 100 miles away from Patzcuaro City in the southwest. Thousands of Longbow militiamen in units of a hundred were patrolling the periphery. Hundreds of other tribal hunters were busy in the fields, gathering fresh chili grass. Soon, a tribal leader came with a bamboo basket on his back and respectfully handed the harvest to the brave and 'learned' black wolf leader.

Toltec stretched out his hand, grabbed a small handful of chili grass, and chewed it in his mouth. The fresh and tender stems and leaves exude a unique spice, the refreshing spicy taste diffuses in the mouth, and the freshness is slightly bitter. Toltek chewed for a while, before nodding expressionlessly, waving his hand to let the head man back down, then grabbing a handful of "snacks" and slowly chewing to refresh himself.

The army temporarily camped, and the chili grass was collected, of course, not for eating. This spicy grass is actually hyssop. Although it is an excellent hot pot vegetable in later generations, it is the most easily available hemostatic wound medicine at this time. Its stems and leaves can stop bleeding and reduce inflammation. It can be used externally on wounds on the body surface or taken orally to relieve inflammation in the body.

Toltec waited patiently as he chewed his snacks. During the looting not long ago, he smelled the change in the situation, so he made a decisive decision, led the militia forward more than 100 miles, and sent dozens of reconnaissance teams to extend the search to the southeast of Apatchingan.

"The congratulatory messenger should have met His Highness and conveyed my suggestion. What is His Highness' reply? Facing the threat of food shortage, what are the main forces of Tarasco in the southeast doing? If they can catch the enemy's King, I, Toltec, can become the first person in the Western Expedition! When that time comes, how beautiful it will be!"

Toltec is imagining the future. A reconnaissance team appeared from the end of the field. Their clothes were covered in blood, their heads were dusty, and they ran for two days in a row, bringing back an important news!

"What! A reconnaissance team is missing. Later, you found traces of the enemy's movement? But you are not sure of the specific direction? You were also attacked by the enemy team!" The mobile phone will remember "→m." for you Provide wonderful \fiction reading.

The captain of the scout nodded again and again. Toltec asked carefully for a long time before letting the other party go down to rest.

The black wolf of Mexica thought and thought. Although the scouts did not observe the flag of the enemy army, nor did they know the number of the enemy. But his intuition told him that if he could deal with the scouts so neatly and march quickly without leaving too many traces, he must be an extremely formidable opponent. And at this moment, Tarrasco has only one such army left, the King's Legion!

"The key now is to expand the search, and the other is to pass the news to His Highness in time!"

Thinking of this, Toltec finally made up his mind. He stood up and quickly summoned the guards and the heads of various minions.

"You are divided into dozens of teams with fifty people as a unit. Expand your search to the east, northeast, south, and southwest! Once the enemy group is confirmed, quickly retreat to the old camp dozens of miles away from Patzcuaro City, and don't be wary. The first person to report the news will be promoted to senior warrior. Rewards with a hundred baskets of food, a hundred pieces of cotton cloth, and a hundred slaves! I will personally report his name to His Highness!"

Hearing the high reward, the eyes of the heads of the various ministries flickered. Like wolf dogs smelling their prey, they looked at each other vigilantly and howled in low excitement.

Then, Toltec waved his hand vigorously without further delay.

"The other hundred guards, come with me and return to the old camp immediately!"

"Black Wolf" strode away, and finally grabbed a handful of spicy grass and chewed it hard in his mouth. The spicy taste lifted his spirits, and the desire to fight made his blood boil. Immediately, he took the lead and started running at a constant speed, followed by the guards. The hunters in the river valley scattered one by one, leaving only a row of bamboo baskets by the stream, full of spicy fresh grass.

Toltec ran for half a day in a row. It wasn't until night fell that he stopped to have dinner, found a high place, and rested with his guards. When it was just dawn, he hurriedly urged the army to march, running first. By noon on the second day, the old camp was finally in sight. Marching a hundred miles in one day has almost reached the limit of this era.

Coming to the old camp in the forest, Toltec paused for a moment. At some point, there were many more guarding warriors in the camp. The patrolling team was neat and strict, with a chill that was unique to the elite. "Black Wolf" waited and watched for a moment, and finally strode forward with a happy expression on his face. He bowed his head and bowed respectfully to His Highness's Knight Commander,

"Captain Holy Eagle, your injury is finally healed? I've worried about you for a long time! Well, you look ruddy and energetic, you should be well taken care of by the captain of the navy."

Hearing this, Bertard was slightly embarrassed. Then, a smile appeared on his vicissitudes of life.

"Anna Mian is cold-hearted and warm-hearted. She is a good woman. I am completely healed. After lying down for a few months, I can finally return to the battlefield and catch up with the end of the Western Expedition! If I don't work harder, all the credit will be taken You guys are finished. Toltec, I heard that you captured Ospie in your life, and you have avenged me!"

Bertard reached out and patted Toltek **** the shoulder.

Toltec came from the ranks of His Highness's followers, a young general he trained himself and drew out again. The other party was young, and it was his recommendation that he was able to take charge of the recruitment of tribe hunters before the expedition. The relationship between the two is very close, and they can be counted as followers of His Royal Highness.

Hearing this, Toltec was in high spirits and said loudly with a smile.

"Captain Paladin, Ospie is just a gutless rat fish, and it can't even kill himself. Now, I, Toltec, have found a real big fish, most likely the king of Tarasco! His Royal Highness is here. Is it in the big account?"

"Big fish... King..." Bertard pondered a little, then nodded.

"His Royal Highness is dealing with the military situation in the big tent. Military affairs are the most important, and you and I go to meet His Highness!"

When it comes to business, the two don't say much more. After a short while, they went to the tent of His Highness.

Shirot, wearing a black robe, held a simple map in his hand, and discussed with Ezpan, who was standing bowed. Hearing the movement at the tent door, the young commander looked up.

Bertard entered first, bowing his head.

"His Royal Highness, Toltec has an urgent military report."

Shirot nodded with a smile.

"Let the black wolf come in!"

"Your Highness, the black wolf Toltek greets you and congratulates you on your victory in the Northern War! I bring you new good news!"

Toltec stepped into the tent. He raised his eyebrows, knelt down on one knee, and saluted loudly.

Shilot looked at the love general with a smile.

"Toltek, what good news did you bring?"

"His Royal Highness, I found the trail of King Tarrasco!"

"What!" Shiloh suddenly stood up. With a solemn expression, UU looked at the young general.

"When and where? What is the specific situation? Tell me all about it!"

Facing His Highness's gaze, Toltec shrank his neck and carefully explained the information he knew one by one.

Shilot pondered for a moment before slowly opening his mouth.

"So, the scouts didn't see the enemy's legion with their own eyes?"

"His Royal Highness, in the east of Qin Congcan, the army that can march in large groups without leaving too many traces is only the army of King Tarasco!"

Toltec went on to explain.

"The scouts I sent are all experienced hunters! Only the enemy's king army can make them disappear silently."

Shulot nodded silently. He thought for a while, then looked at Ezpan beside him.

"If Tarasco's royal army is in our east, which places can hide them?"

Ezpan thought for a moment, borrowed the map in His Highness's hand, and drew one by one on the map.

"His Royal Highness, there are many places in the east where you can hide your tracks. The first is the border of the mountains and forests of Apatchingan. Next, to the north, in the south of Sitacuaro, there are also many rolling hills and scattered forts. But these places , there is no sufficient food supply, and we cannot avoid our scouts when marching."

Shulot nodded slightly. Then he continued to ask.

"If the enemy is in the south, where can they go?"

"His Royal Highness, the southern hinterland of Tarasco is still intact. The nearest is the southern part of the Patzcuaro Lake District, the city of Ivacio, which is rich in copper mines. It is rich and prosperous there. As long as you scour the big merchants, you can get a lot of supplies. Then there is the river valley on the north bank of the Tulsa River, where there are many manors of the great nobles. Between the Patzcuaro Lake District and the Tulsa River, there are also many marching passages with water sources. If the king's army from here "

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