"Your Highness!"

After dozens of steps, Bertard turned his head suddenly. For the first time, deep fear appeared on his normally quiet face.

"Blessed by the ancestors, blessed by the three gods!"

Su Angua swung his axe hard, his face full of uncontrollable ecstasy. He watched the commander of Mexica slammed up and disappeared behind the shield, and the black wolf flags more than three meters high also fell to the rear together, and couldn't help crying.

"Commander of Mexica is dead! Wang Jun will win!!"

With a high shout, the fighting elite warriors held their hands. Thousands of concerned eyes all looked at the wolf flag not far away. Strong emotions are revealed in the eyes, and complex emotions are intertwined in the air! The Tarrasco warriors were full of excitement and joy, while the Mexica warriors were shocked and worried.

Where ten thousand troops are attached, where all eyes return, and where the commander flag is located, is the military heart of the entire army! The black wolf's handsome flag suddenly fell halfway, stopped suddenly, and slowly stood up. With the help of the personal guard Ters, Shilot finally stabilized his body and stood up with difficulty!

The young king touched the broken and fallen feather helmet, and then the handsome flag that was firmly tied behind him. Then, he raised his head and looked at the bronze arrow that was less than a foot away from his head, and a burst of strong heart palpitations came to his heart. After a while, the throbbing in his heart turned into violent anger, he stretched out his hand and pulled the copper arrow stuck on the flagpole with all his strength. The bronze arrow pierced into the wood for three points, and could not be pulled out for a while. The young king gritted his teeth and cursed loudly.

"Damn Tarasco, always use such despicable means of sneak attack!!... The head coach of the alliance bears such a banner, he is a living target for bows and arrows!"

At the moment when life and death were decided just now, a sharp copper arrow turned into a galloping electric light, accurately passed through the gap in the shield, fiercely shot off the long feathers of his crown, and then nailed it to the flagpole behind him with a "duh" sound. ! The young king sank and bowed his head for the first time, and the rapid wind of arrows whistled across his forehead, and the huge impact still took him to his back!

"The tradition of the alliance really needs to be changed! The era of remoteness has come, and the strategy of war must be improved accordingly!"

Sherlot shook his head vigorously. The Mexica Union has always been the most valiant, and the commander of the legion always carries a conspicuous banner on his back, standing on a high front, personally inspiring the warriors to fight bravely. And when the new era comes, this old rule is full of huge risks. In the "once" history, the Mexicas fought against the Spaniards many times, winning first and then losing, all because the coach who was carrying the banner suddenly fell and was shot to death by the enemy's muskets and crossbows.

The young king's heart was up and down, but his face remained solemn. He supported the feather crown again, stood up straight, waved his hand resolutely, and the guard's shield formation spread out a little. The tall and majestic body of the coach was finally revealed in front of everyone again. Afterwards, the young king clenched his fists and raised his right hand high!

"Blessed by the Lord God, His Highness is unscathed!"

In an instant, fanatical cheers suddenly sounded. The jaguar warriors let out a roar with all their strength and slammed into the enemy in front of them. Their punches are more powerful, their slashes more vicious, and they will tear the vile Tarrascos to shreds!

"Duh!" Tells took a half step forward and raised the huge tower shield with precautions, completely blocking the rapid-fire copper arrows. Once the guards in dense positions are on guard, such a sneak attack will no longer be successful.

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

Yoku the Hound put down his bow and sighed with heartache and regret. The surrounding jaguar warriors are killing like crazy beasts. They swung their battle sticks vigorously, swept away their shields, and even stopped defending, focusing on attacking the despicable enemy generals who attacked His Highness. After a dozen or so breaths, several dead soldiers who were guarding in front died one after another.

"Hey!" A sharp wind sounded suddenly. Yoku swiftly bowed his head, and an electric arrow flashed precisely over his head. The sharp bronze arrow slid across the bronze helmet, and with a "sizzle", it shot into the distance! The hound glanced up in fear, and saw the Mexica commander on the handsome stage glaring angrily, bending his bow and arrow in person, and aiming here again! The keen Yuku did not hesitate, and immediately bent over and moved like a hound.

One arrow failed, another was on the line. Shirott took up the longbow himself, focused on aiming for a moment, and then frowned sullenly. The enemy generals are like changing rabbits, and it is difficult to accurately target them. He immediately shifted the bow and arrow and looked at the center of the Tarasco army formation. An ordinary copper axe guard was also looking at him.

The eyes of the two met, and the eyes of the bronze axe guard showed extremely strong regret and unforgettable hatred. Xiulott frowned again, recognizing that this was the enemy who had just shouted loudly! So, the young warrior took aim a little, then let go of his right hand decisively, and shot an arrow with awe!

"Hey!" The wind of death came in an instant. A look of horror appeared on Su Angua's face. He suddenly turned sideways, and his right arm suddenly hurt. "Pfft!" A sharp feather arrow shot through the leather armor, pierced deeply into 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 guard kept a low-key approach.

Su Angua half squatted down and quickly took off the leather armor. In the fierce battlefield, the wounds could not be carefully healed, and the guards apologized in a low voice, and then carefully and quickly broke the arrow handle. The king gritted his teeth and let out a grunt. The personal guard paused, and without waiting for the expected reprimand, he continued to take out the gauze, attached the arrow into the flesh, and skillfully bandaged the wound.

The young king remained dead silent. He endured the weakness and pain he had never felt before, his eyes were red, and he was staring at the direction of Shilot. Until the personal guard is finished, help the king to put on armor again. Only then did Su Angua let out a painful groan, full of despair.

"Three gods bless the condor, and the kingdom will never be destroyed! One day, I, Suangua, will pull the longbow with my own hands, shoot through your heart, and revive the kingdom of Tarasco!"

"Take your life!"

A few dozen steps away, Bertard kicked his left foot swiftly, causing his opponent to stagger. Then, the samurai captain swung his right arm vigorously, and the sharp battle stick crossed a delicate arc and accurately slashed the neck of the captain of the guard. The head guard, who was desperately entangled, suddenly stopped, and his eyes lost the light forever. He just said "uh, uh" twice, and then fell straight into the dust with the gushing blood.

"Where to escape!"

The samurai chief was furious, glanced across his brows, and shouted again. His eyes burned with anger, locked Yuku's direction, and rushed again fiercely.

When Yuku heard the sound and looked back, he saw the fallen body of the captain of the guard. His eyes darkened, he turned his head again, and saw the wounded king again in horror. At this moment, the peerless samurai was full of exhaustion. He looked around the battlefield, and the Bronze Axe Guard was entangled with the Jaguar Chapter, completely unable to break through. The enemy crossbowmen not far away had already formed a group and began to shoot at the rear of the guards. Hundreds of steps away, there were only a few dozen guards left, and thousands of longbow warriors were like an unstoppable ant colony that was about to drown everything.

"There is no hope in this battle, Wang Jun is doomed to fail!"

General Yoku clenched his hands, let out a lone wolf-like whine, and then squeezed out a desperate cry from his heart.

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

Yoku blew his mournful snail horn and waved the flag of retreat. Then, he ruthlessly abandoned the former army and ran to the king without looking back. The bronze axe guards at the rear 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 hold off the angry samurai captain, and the equally angry jaguar chapter.

After more than three hundred, the military guard quickly turned around. They cover the king in a low-key manner, forming a formation and rushing to the southwest. After a while, a fierce rain of arrows hit from the air. The longbow warriors had already broken through the barrier. Under the command of the marshal's banner, they first split up to chase at a quick pace, and the rest shot at the fleeing guards. There were constantly wounded guards left behind, desperately resisting the pursuing Mexica warriors, and soon turned into corpses on the ground.

Shulot stood under the banner of the black wolf and waved the flag in his hand again. Longbow's personal guards then divided five hundred men to attack the remaining enemy guards from behind. The battle stick was swung and the bronze axe clashed. The stalemate only lasted for a moment, and the situation on the battlefield changed. The Mexica warriors were besieged from both sides, coupled with the shooting of feather arrows at close range, it only took a quarter of an hour for the Tarrasco guards to fall one after another, struggling to take 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 Tarrasco were indifferent, watching the battlefield that devoured everything, and eventually devoured them. The hundreds of imperial guards at the rear of the hall were bleeding, returning all the warmth to the Mother Goddess of the Earth. Afterwards, their bodies gradually became cold, merged with the vast wilderness, and slept forever on the land of their hometown. And an ancient kingdom, along with their lives, is disappearing in this era of change!

The drums of war were roaring, the arrows were raining, and the roar of victory was intertwined with the cry of dying. The young king looked down on the battlefield under his feet, the guards chased the dead and chased the north, and the last enemy was defeated, and the general situation was settled! He took a deep breath, feeling the power filling his chest. Then, Shirot raised his head, with a heart-warming excitement, and showed a brilliant smile.

"I finally won this battle!!"

More than ten meters away, Bertard strode into the shooting star, carrying a blood-stained battle stick, and hurried back to His Highness. He circled around the wolf flag, carefully looked at the number of breaths, and then bowed his head in peace.

"His Royal Highness, the enemy's guards have been completely defeated, and the Tarrasco Royal Army has no strength to fight back! In this battle that will decide the world, we will finally win! The victory belongs to you, my king!"

Hearing the words, Shulot laughed loudly. He patted the samurai commander on the shoulder affectionately, and then said in a deep voice.

"The Tarrascos attacked me again! I'm angry! Bertard, I'll give you five hundred guards to hunt down the hound general! If possible, take him alive. If not possible, put him on the spot. kill!"

Bertard agreed silently. Then, after hesitating for a while, he still opened his mouth to suggest.

"His Royal Highness, the first priority now is to destroy the enemy's central army, cut off the royal eagle flag, and capture King Tarasco! As long as the king flag is broken, the enemy army will be scattered across the board!"

Xiuluo nodded and laughed confidently.

"Don't worry, I naturally know! I intend to leave this honor to the two generals in the middle army, especially Ezpan from the kingdom! Bertard, my holy eagle, go and retrieve the enemy's hound for me! "

Bertard saluted in awe, turned and led the soldiers away. During the battle, he once again felt the change of His Highness, just like the noon sun, releasing a scorching light.

Shulot looked forward, and the battle situation had completely tilted toward the alliance. With the failure of the Bronze Axe Imperial Guard's assault, Wang Jun's morale was shaken again. The Wang Jun warriors on both flanks shrank into a circular formation with all-out defense, while the Tarasco militia of the central army was about to fall, leaving only a few thin lines of defense. After the enemy's central army, the inherited eagle flag is powerless to wave. The staunch Tarrasco "King" with a solitary bodyguard is standing bravely under the king's flag.

"In a state of death, stick to the end. He is truly a glorious king, and should be offered to the most noble sacrifice!"

The young king stared at the eagle flag for a moment, then stared at the king in golden armor, and praised with sincerity. Then, with a solemn expression, he waved the command flag forcefully.

"Dong, dong, dong!" The war drums hurried to the extreme, like torrential rain in a line in the rainy season. Thousands of longbow warriors raised their sticks around their waists and let out a shocking roar. They launched a deadly assault on Tarrasco's spearmen from both sides of the army!

"Dong, dong, dong!" Before the first battle drum had finished, the warriors had already smashed through the enemy line and surrounded the rear of the central army. Kuluka blew the bone whistle hurriedly, and Ezpan waved the battle flag vigorously. More than 6,000 spear militiamen shouted in unison, like a flood that had accumulated for a long time, and finally broke through the defense line of the embankment!

"Dong dong dong!" The second battle drum sounded again. A sharp cold light flickered, and the torrent of the spear drowned everything. The Wang Jun militiamen resisted, trembling, shaking, finally dropping their weapons, turned and fled, revealing their fragile backs. The militiamen cried and tried to flee the battlefield, but were ruthlessly stabbed to the ground. The Mexica warriors on both sides of the central army were surrounded, and the Tarrasco militiamen knelt down and surrendered to the unstoppable enemy.

The surging gun formations did not stop, and the samurai and militiamen marched furiously. In just a moment, thousands of Mexica legions surrounded the tiny King Tarasco, as well as the lonely royal eagle flag, in an airtight circle!

"Dong dong dong!" The third battle drum rushed into the sky. The militiamen stabbed out pieces of long spears, and easily stabbed all the guards around the king to death! The dense forest of spears brought a chill, shackled the king firmly. Then, with the acquiescence of His Highness's messenger, Ezpan rushed forward fiercely, and let out an excited and meaningless scream. The former kingdom miner wielded a bladeless battle stick, suddenly knocked down the supreme king, and then tied his hands firmly with hemp rope, like a white deer waiting to be slaughtered!

A few steps away, Kuluka's eyes were bright. He held the towering inheritance king flag in one hand, took out a small copper axe in the other hand, and slashed hard! With a "click", the two-hundred-year-old king's flag slowly tilted, and then accelerated until it landed 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 Mexican warriors cheered in unison, and the high-pitched shouts shook the world~lightnovelpub.net~ accompanied by two thunderbolts launched into the air!

"Boom! Boom! Captured King Tarasco! Captured King Taras!!"

Warm cheers echoed across the battlefield. The Wang Jun warriors on both wings paused for a moment and finally lost all morale as they watched the Wang flag fall. As if their spines were crushed by the last straw, they knelt down directly in front of the formation, threw down bronze spears and shields in pieces, and let the opponent's weapons fall on their necks, unable to resist at all. The tenacious Wang Jun warriors lost hope and turned into limp turkeys. Hundreds of thousands were captured by the Alliance!

Sherlot stood tall. He watched Tarrasco's king's flag fall with a bang, and watched the enemy troops in the front line all disperse. He listened to the cheers of the warriors, and listened to his name in the cheers. The young king is full of pride and smugness. He looked at the red sun that slanted westward, raised his right hand with a big laugh, grasped the sun in his hand, and then roared happily in the sky.

"...The pride is full of waves, the blood is red and the sun is shining. I am a good man, and I will rule the Quartet!!"

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