Aztec Immortal - Chapter 166
Chapter 164
The heavy rain rushed down, washing the blood-stained leather armor, wiping the damaged boat, and then fell into the ruthless river, knocking out circles of reddish ripples.
The world was dark for a moment. The low sky caused the birds to hide, and the forest fell silent. There is only one powerful kestrel, soaring in the heavy rain, flapping its powerful wings, enjoying the vast sky to itself. It bypassed the fighting two-legged beasts, flew to the wooden castle on the north bank, and inspected its territory. When it flapped its wings and came back again, keeping the long wind under its body, the fighting on the river had subsided, and the sound of the rain was inaudible.
Hundreds of Mexica boats came in a hurry, surrounding His Royal Highness in the center, standing awe-inspiring in the drizzle, waiting silently.
Shulot stood at the bow of the ship with a bloody bandage on his left arm, watching the Tarasco fleet going away. His eyes were restrained and bright red, and his chest was filled with boiling killing intent, full of determination to avenge his personal guards. The young commander looked around at the number of small boats, looked at the blood-stained Bertard, and then stared at the large group of enemies in the southwest. The desire to fight and the rationality of reality are fighting fiercely in his mind, like a river hit by wind and rain.
After a long while, the wind and rain gradually diminished. Shulot raised his head, looked at the flying kestrel, looked up to the sky and screamed, and then suddenly raised his hand and shot an arrow.
The war arrow pierced through the sky like a lightning bolt, pierce the dark clouds, and arrived suddenly. The kestrel was hovering proudly, but was startled by the long roar, and its movements froze slightly. Then, the war arrow flew into the air, streaked across its gray-red wings, and wiped off a piece of slender feathers. The kestrel let out a painful cry, “Ki!”. Then, it quickly spread its wings, abandoned the territory it had occupied for many years, stayed away from this group of dangerous beasts, and fled to the southwest of Quetseo Lake in panic.
Shulot looked at the raptor going away, and the arrow was only a thread away, which made him miss the title of Condor Archer. After a while, he looked at the warriors waiting for orders again, and suddenly burst out laughing.
“The kestrel fled to the southwest, it was the will of the Lord God! The Tarascos will lose their fortress, and they are like birds abandoning their homes! Happy, happy, this battle kills twenty warriors in a row, as a warrior should do! Tad, you killed forty Tarasco warriors?!”
Shulot laughed heartily. He looked at the samurai commander whose armor was soaked in blood, and recalled the struggle a moment ago.
Bertard was taken aback. He wanted to explain that there were more than a dozen commoner oarsmen among the enemies he shot, and this battle also took advantage of the shooting advantage of the pursuit. Afterwards, the samurai commander looked into the eyes of the young commander, thought for a while, and suddenly realized on his quiet face.
“Your Highness, that’s exactly the case! Killing forty samurai in a row, there is still room in your hands! In front of the mighty Mexica eagle, the Tarascos are just hares waiting to be slaughtered, bowing their heads and dying, vulnerable!”
Hearing this, the young commander laughed loudly. He looked around at the smiling warriors, looked at the loyal warrior commander again, and announced loudly.
“Bothard, you are the holy eagle Kuotli under the throne of the sun god, the number one warrior in an army of tens of thousands! In this battle, the God of War has blessed you, allowing you to have divine power when fighting against believers of alien gods From now on, you are the God-chosen ‘Holy Eagle Warrior Commander’ in the army, this is a noble status like a descendant of God!”
Hearing His Highness’s words, the quiet warrior commander was shocked. His chest was turbulent, and thousands of emotions rushed to his heart, and he had mixed feelings for a while. He knew what it meant. If His Highness’s award is recognized by everyone, with the blessing of God’s Chosen, he will no longer need to care about his background as a commoner, and he will have the qualification to command the noble army.
Thirty years of practicing martial arts and twenty years of fighting in the battlefield, this is the moment when I was young!
Berthard’s thoughts changed sharply, and he was moved by the ingenuity of His Highness’s choice of opportunity. Immediately, he knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and saluted deeply.
Shulot laughed again. He swept across all the warriors present with his clear eyes, and looked at their faces with reverence, surprise, thought, or envy. The commander-in-chief of the young man remained calm and wrote it down secretly. Immediately, he looked at the fading clouds, and slowly raised his longbow.
“In the name of the main god Vitzilopochtli! I, the blood of the gods of Mexica, the fourth-level chief priest of the high priest group, the first heir to the king, Shulot, on behalf of the main god, reward the most devout warriors of war, Berthard of Tenochtitlan, bestowed on him the title of ‘Holy Eagle Warrior Commander’! From now on, he will be the most valiant holy eagle under the lord god, fighting to the death for the glory of the lord god!”
With the shout of the young priest, the drizzle gradually stopped. The first ray of sunlight broke through the layers of clouds and mist, and fell from the dark sky, like the manifestation of the sun god, which attracted the exclamation of all the warriors.
Xiulot looked at the brightening sky, nodded secretly, and grasped the timing just right. Then, he raised the longbow above his head and let the sun fall on the big bow, like the blessing of the Lord God. The young priest chanted the name of God three times, and then solemnly bestowed the longbow to the kneeling warrior chief.
“Blessed by the Lord God! Berthard, you are already a warrior chosen by the gods to fight for the Sun God!”
Shulot said so.
“Dedicate everything to the Lord God! Your Highness, I will protect the gods in my heart, let the sun rise to the center, and shine forever in the world!”
Bertard replied.
The sun set, illuminating the faces of the two of them, outlining the smiles at the corners of their mouths. Between the young king and the old warrior, the second salute of allegiance, in this small boat on the banks of the Leman River.
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After taking the oath, skip certain ceremonies. Shulot took a step forward, raised the right hand of the warrior captain holding the bow, and faced many warriors and officers.
“My valiant warriors, the Lord God blesses the brave! God’s battle will surely win! The Mexica are destined to conquer the world!”
Encouraged by the young commander, the warriors present witnessed the miracle in their eyes, their morale was revived, and they cheered together. Facing the early sunshine, they once again uttered a soul-stirring and orderly cry.
“God War, Conquer! God War, Conquer!.”
With a smile on his face, Xiulot nodded slightly as he listened to the passionate shouts of the warriors.
He had a lot of thoughts, thinking about the right candidate. Next, how should Botard’s peerless achievements and the manifestation of the Sun God be spread among the army. After a long while, he thought of Etalik, the chief of the temple guard and an experienced old warrior.
The sun shrouded the boat, forming a sacred halo. Xiuluo nodded and gave some instructions in a low voice. More than a dozen small boats were separated from the fleet and headed to the vicinity of the fortress at the mouth of the river, carefully searching for and rescuing possible survivors. Afterwards, the young commander raised his hand high and pointed to the northeast, and the warriors suddenly agreed. The fleet set off again, heading for the wooden castle stronghold on the north bank.
Before leaving, Xiulot took one last look at the direction of the Hekou Fortress and secretly made up his mind. He thought of the height of the bluestone city wall, the width and shape of the water gate, and certain ideas became clearer. Afterwards, he recalled the round-faced nobleman who was chasing after him on the big boat Tarasco, and his anger rose again. The young samurai swung his baton violently and made a silent oath.
Nearly a hundred small boats sailed all the way, leaving the battlefield of desperate fights behind, and headed for the commander’s wooden fort camp. Botard stood by His Highness’s left and right, with a complex expression and a turbulent heart. He pondered for a long time, but still spoke softly.
“Your Highness, as you said. When warriors fight, they only splatter three feet of blood and bleed five steps. Although they are full of pride and have gone through life and death, the decision is only one place at a time, dozens of people. Even with Totek The general’s bravery is also powerless.
And the commanders confront each other, hundreds of miles away, looking at the world. Winning a city in one battle, destroying a country in ten battles, and commanding thousands of troops to fight can be regarded as a heroic act.
As for the confrontation between kings and kings, their eyes are fixed on thousands of miles, and their hearts include a hundred years in their hearts. Every word and deed becomes the law of the country, and every plan and plan establishes the general trend of the world. Like the earth that embraces everything, like the sun hanging high in the sky, this is your true destination! ”
Hearing Bertard’s admonition, Shulot paused for a moment, carefully looking at the vicissitudes of the warrior commander’s face. After a while, he laughed heartily, grabbed the warrior commander’s arm, and said kindly.
“Berthard, you are always by my side, but you can impress me! Today, I was rescued by you, and I finally know your talent, and I can entrust you with great things. I admire your bravery, but I love your wisdom even more. !
An eagle soars high and shows its grand plans. It needs plump and powerful wings, and more importantly, eyes that can see everything clearly. Between you and me, the monarch and his ministers win each other, the wind, the tiger, the cloud and the dragon! ”
Berthard looked into Shulot’s eyes, as if he wanted to see through the heart of the young king. Although he didn’t understand the meaning of the last sentence, he could feel the sincerity and importance in the words. He was silent for a moment, knelt down on his knees, offered his hair again, and completed the last step of the allegiance ceremony.
Xiulot looked solemn. He took out his short dagger, grabbed the warrior’s long hair, gently cut off a strand, and threw it into the surging river.
“Bothard, I already know your advice! I am the commander-in-chief of the army now, and I will no longer be brave. The warrior Shulot has gone with the river!”
Speaking of this, Shulot swung the short dagger violently, cut off half of his own hair, and threw it into the mighty Leman River. The turbulent river goes all the way west, taking away the symbol of the young warrior, and heading to the endless Pacific Ocean. It will also return to its distant homeland one day.
Then, facing the big river going west, the young commander raised his right hand high and swore an oath loudly to the sky.
“Bothard, I swear in the name of my ancestors! One day, if I am the king, you will be the marshal! The Leman River will never end, and the friendship between the monarch and his ministers will never end. In this life, we will never lose each other!”
Hearing this, Bertard stood there in a daze, his eyes were a little moist. He suddenly remembered Totek’s appearance when he died, so he stretched out his hand and took the king’s dagger. Then, standing on the big river, the warrior commander slowly cut off his black hair, deeply scratched the cheeks on both sides, and then quietly handed back the blood dagger, always in awe.
This is a Mexican tradition. Severe allegiance, swear an oath by cutting your face, serve the king of gods, that’s all!
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