Chapter 199: Battle of Takuro Plains (Continued)

The golden sun gradually slanted to the west, casting brilliant light on the flag of the "Black Wolf" in the east. The flag of the Mexica Legion shone brightly, like the blessing of the sun god. The slanting sunlight shone on the hills in the west, casting layered shadows and covering the flag of the "Feather". The huge shadow continued to extend, covering the battlefield that called for fighting and drowning the bloody killing. It was like the palm of the god of death, holding the soul of the sacrifice.

The fierce battle had lasted for two or three quarters of an hour, and the light and shadow were constantly intertwined, like the development of the war situation and the changes in people's hearts.

With the big flag on his back, Xiu Luote stood in the bright light and stared at the enemy marshal in the shadow.

The big flag of "Feather" stood tall, and it seemed to be as solid as a mountain. Near the flag, there were small messengers like dots passing back and forth. Chapala's archers were organized again, pouring a continuous rain of arrows under the hill, trying their best to create casualties.

Xiu Luote frowned slightly. The enemy archers resumed their actions, desperately moving forward and firing at the artillery. The range of the wooden cannons was very limited, and there were only two of them, so they had to retreat to the rear and slowly reload.

The young commander pondered for a moment, then waved the flag. The three thousand shooting troops advanced quickly until they were within fifty steps. Then, a high-pitched flute sounded, and the longbow warriors quickly pulled their bows and fired the last arrow curtain. The sharp arrows "swooshed" into the sky, and then fell with a sound, nailing the enemy archers to death on the hill in groups.

Below the archers was the anxiously fighting central army. The enemies in the central army were divided into two formations, with a total of 5,000 warriors. These elite enemy troops lost more than 500 in a moment under the powerful assault of the Holy City Legion, and their morale was obviously low, but now they are gradually recovering from the chaos. They occupy the advantage of the terrain and are well-equipped. Once they are stable and entrenched, the Holy City warriors will be firmly blocked, and casualties will begin to increase.

Xiuluot held the command flag, looking very excited, and carefully observed the two wings.

The "monkey" on the left wing encountered a strong enemy. The sky-blue Chapala warriors were swift and orderly, and the two sides were in a stalemate of continuous advance and retreat. Ezepan on the right wing had the advantage, and the silver-white enemy troops were fewer in number and had rigid tactics. They just formed a dense shield formation, holding the spears in their hands, and resisted the attack of the spear legion with difficulty. From time to time, someone screamed in agony and was stabbed to death by the staggered spears.

The young commander thought for a moment and no longer hesitated. He waved the command flag vigorously, pointing to the enemy on the right wing, and threw the reserve in his hand!

The drums of war were exciting, shaking the hearts of the warriors. Two thousand God-blessed Legions and one thousand Temple Guards burst into a loud shout at the same time.

"Bless the Lord God, fight for God!"

Then, Natalie, the leader of the God-blessed Corps, holding a stick shield in his hand, wearing the traditional battle clothes of the Otomi people, rushed forward first! He piously called out the name of the god "Huitzilopochtli" and led the equally fanatical God-blessed Legion, bypassing an arc to the right and fiercely piercing into the silver-white enemy's flank. The God-blessed warriors waved their war sticks and did not stop under the enemy's bronze spears. With a desperate spirit, they broke into the formation in a moment.

The "silver" warriors were attacked from both sides and fell into an absolute disadvantage. What's more dangerous is that under the leadership of the experienced Etalik, a thousand temple guards are circling to the rear and are about to launch a fatal rear raid!

In the shadow of the hill, "Feather" Pengguali looked gloomy and watched the battle on the flank. The Mexica people invested in a fierce reserve and killed the weakest flank. These legions dressed in Otomi costumes were extremely fierce, and they almost pierced the "silver" warriors at the risk of their lives.

"The 'Silver' phalanx is on the verge of collapse. When the enemies behind arrive, they will definitely not be able to hold on!"

Marshal "Feather" is a general who has participated in the war for many years. Although he fears the power of myths and often becomes absent-minded when encountering danger, his prediction of the battle situation is very accurate.

Peng Guali's eyes flickered. He first looked at the main force of the central army's guards and half of the reserve warriors in his hands. Then, his eyes turned cold, staring at the entangled "Sky" Legion, and then looked at the collapsing periphery and the outflanking enemies. He just thought about it for a while, and suddenly made a decision! The marshal quickly sent out his guards and summoned the loyal warrior leader.

In just a dozen breaths, the "Silver" noble Taikata left the archers he was commanding and hurried over first. His silver-white battle clothes were stained with bright red, and several deep feather arrows were inserted on his shield, revealing some of the tragic front. At this moment, he looked extremely anxious, and his smile in the past was gone.

"Your Highness! The 'Silver' warriors can't hold on any longer, please send reinforcements quickly!"

Tekata stepped forward eagerly and held the arm of Prince "Feather".

"The enemy on the flank has deployed a new army! Your Highness, please send out the reserve troops in your hands!"

Peng Guali nodded. He waved the flag and the drums sounded. Thousands of militiamen gathered in the rear lowered their heads, holding simple weapons, and were driven forward by the warriors supervising the battle to fight against the temple guards behind.

"Master of the 'Silver' family, please return to the front quickly and command the archers in front of the formation! I will support the two wings!"

Tekata turned his head and looked for a moment, his face becoming more and more anxious. The militia group that came to support had just collapsed not long ago, and their morale was extremely low at this time. They were just barely resisting the fanatical temple warriors, and they were useless to the overall situation. The warriors of the "Sky" family are about to collapse!

The "Silver" noble tightly held the arm of Prince "Feather". He knelt on one knee, looked earnestly, and pleaded loudly.

"Your Highness, the 'Sky' warriors are about to die in battle! Please send your reserve warriors to join the critical flank! The 'Sky' family will remember your kindness in helping!"

Peng Guali lowered his eyes, avoiding the gaze. Then, he saw the warrior commander, whose uniform was torn and covered in blood, hurried back from the front line.

"The front line is in danger, let me go and ask!"

Prince "Feather" broke free from Tekata's arm and strode forward to meet him. If the head of the "Silver" family is willing to comply, he will eagerly follow behind.

Peng Guari took a few quick steps to put some distance between him and Tekata. Then, he suddenly turned around and pointed at the other person.

"Personal guards on the left and right, take him down!"

The marshal's guards looked at each other, but heard another sharp shout.

"Take it!"

Several loyal guards no longer hesitated and stepped forward together, holding down Tekata who was in disbelief.

"Peng Guali! You, you?!"

"Bind your arms, gagged your mouth, and cover yourself with a shield!"

Continuous commands came, but within a few breaths, the unsuspecting head of the "Sky" family was firmly restrained.

"Ah! Your Highness, this, this...!"

The warrior commander stood beside the marshal blankly. The blood on his body kept dripping from his suit, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or the enemy's.

"This battle is unwinnable! I want to preserve the power of the 'Feather' family and retreat with the elite main force! I want to preserve the last vitality for the Lake District!"

Peng Guali looked majestic and frankly stated his plan to the most loyal bodyguard of all generations.

"My most loyal warrior captain! I hand over to you the battle flag of 'Feather' and more than a thousand warriors who are fighting! Four thousand archers are handed over to you, and thousands of militiamen are also handed over to you. Here is It’s all up to you!”

The warrior commander was stunned and speechless. He looked at the magnanimous head of the family and slowly knelt down on one knee.

"Don't betray my trust! Don't betray the honor of the family!"

With that said, the head of the "Feather" family held the warrior chief's shoulders and said sincerely.

"Your beloved eldest son will take over your position! I will never forget your sacrifice!"

After hearing this, the warrior commander bowed his head deeply, with tears in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Your Highness, I will die for my family! Please be kind to my family."

Peng Guali showed a perfect smile and nodded heavily.

"Your wife is my family!"

Then, he turned around and left.

The surrounding guards were silent, watching this scene that violated honor but was in line with family tradition. A valet approached cautiously and asked in a low voice.

"Your Highness, do you want to inform the 'Sky' noble Oanda on the flank? How should the 'Silver' noble Tekata deal with it?"

Peng Guali thought quickly, deducing the situation after retreat, and then spoke quickly.

"There is no need to inform Oanda! Take Taikata away. He will be of great use when we return to the Lake District!"

Having said this, Prince Feather's eyes flashed coldly. He looked deeply at the head of the "Sky" family on the front line and the sky-blue warriors fighting hard, and a strong shadow spread in his heart.

"After this battle, Tarasco will be hopeless and will be destroyed soon. Don't forget this throne! The three major families are all here. As long as you keep the main force of the family and return to the lake area in time, no one can compete. Chapa The land of La is enough to become a king!"

Thoughts flashed, Peng Guali sorted everything out and no longer hesitated in his heart. He quickly sent all the militiamen to the front and replaced the main force of the Chinese army's samurai. Then, he threw down the marshal's flag, led three thousand warriors of the "Feather" family, decisively abandoned everything in Chapala's army, and quickly headed towards the Western River more than ten miles away.

"As long as you escape to the river and board a fleet transporting food, you can escape!"

Surrounded by his personal guards, Prince "Feather" ran down the hill, leaving the layers of shadows and facing the bright sunshine. Moments before leaving, he took one last look at the brand new prince's flag on the hill. The quetzal bird's feathers are flying gorgeously, this is the hope and glory of the past! Under the banner, the three armies were still fighting hard, and the sound of fighting resounded throughout the world. After a while, there were two more thunders!

Peng Guali looked back deeply and remembered this scene in his heart. He remained silent, but his feet did not stop. Beside him were the troops running with their heads down. The "Feather" warriors dropped all their luggage and belongings, keeping only the weapons in their hands, and followed their leader silently. They retreated quickly, maintaining basic order and obeying marching orders. Behind them, there were no pursuing enemies yet. When the thunder sounded again, the "Feather" Legion had disappeared at the end of the hill.

Under the banner of the Black Wolf, Shulot was dumbfounded and looked at the enemy army who turned around and ran away. The legions of "Feathers" move so quickly! They were unobtrusive and without any unnecessary noise. As soon as the legions gathered together, they quickly entered a marching state, and accelerated to maximum speed after a moment.

The young commander quickly waved the flag and blew the horn, ordering the warriors from the surrounding city-states to pursue them. These noble private soldiers dispersed with red eyes. They chased down the fleeing militiamen, snatched property scattered on the ground, and even attacked the enemy formations on both flanks. Only a handful of samurai can still stay awake and accept new instructions.

Amidst the rapid sound of the horn, Izel turned his head and looked at the marshal's flag. After a moment, he showed joy and led hundreds of family warriors to chase the retreating enemy army.

The old samurai commander came closer and took the young samurai's arm.

"Izel, the enemy's main force consists of thousands of people! The escaping jaguar is not a target for the coyote to hunt!"

Izel's eyes were bright and he was smiling.

"Dear warrior commander, I know this truth! Don't worry, I won't get too close. I'm just catching some scattered soldiers and picking up the enemy's flag! All the armies are fighting in chaos. Only we can pursue. Your Highness will naturally be able to Take it into consideration!”

Having said this, Izel's eyes showed reverence as he looked at the sacred "Black Wolf" handsome flag. Then, he turned sideways again, looking longingly at the gorgeous "feather" flag on the nearby hill.

"What a pity! This handsome flag is so close, but I can't go and capture it!"

"Izel, don't think too much. Every family warrior is precious and we can't afford to lose it. More importantly, this flag already has an owner! It must belong to the direct line of the marshal who the Chinese army is fighting for. The first meritorious service is The Holy City Legion!"

Hearing this, Izel nodded knowingly. He said no more, just chased the retreating enemy, like a hyena chasing a cheetah, howling bravely and loudly!

The long wind blew away the smoke and dust from the battlefield, and the sun illuminated the slanting shadow of the hills. The large-scale mobilization could not be hidden for long, and soon the warriors on both wings discovered the retreat of the central army.

Peng Guali took away all the supervising troops. The thousands of militiamen who came to support only fought for a moment, and then they were completely defeated under the impact of the temple guards, shouting in confusion. Then, the battle situation changed rapidly, and Chapala's dialect spread in the wind, delivering shocking news!

"The marshal is defeated!"

Under the banner of "Feather", the warriors who fought and fought gradually fell to the ground, and the gorgeous and majestic prince disappeared. The Mexican warrior tiger roared and advanced with brave strides.

"The marshal's personal guards have retreated!"

Following the direction of the setting sun, an army with feathered family patterns quickly moved away, leaving only a gradually smaller figure and a gradually elongated back.

"The Silver Legion collapsed!"

The temple guards blew a terrifying death whistle to drive away the fleeing militiamen, and then rushed towards the back of the silver-white warrior. Etalik's eyes were sharp, he knew the direction accurately, broke through the enemy's obstruction, and rushed to the center where the enemy was surrounded. Then, he swung his war stick fiercely and knocked the commanding warrior commander to the ground with one blow. Then he raised his weapon and violently beheaded the opponent!

The "Silver" Legion paused for a moment before suddenly disintegrating, and the gun-shield phalanx collapsed. Under attack from three sides, nearly two thousand Chapala warriors were like moonlight melting into water, shattering into white shadows all over the ground. However, they could not return to normal like the moonlight, but fell down one after another, shedding bright red colors, like withered cherry blossoms.

Then, thousands of voices, either surprised, excited, desperate, or whining, issued the same cry in different languages!

"The handsome flag is broken!!"