Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Chapter 384 - 193: Discussing Battle and Organizing the Army - Part 2

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"Then let us wait on the road of his return, cutting off his way back! In doing so, the Tarasco Royal Army in hurried retreat, with the Mexica Southern Army in pursuit from behind and the Mexica Northern Army blocking their path ahead, one battle will lead to their entire force being annihilated!"

After that, the Young Commander expressed some yearning contemplation.

"If we could capture the King of Tarasco, perhaps we could persuade Qinchongcan City to surrender, and the world could be pacified without a battle! The once-thriving Patzcuaro Lake Region is now in decline—if all goes well, we might still be able to make up for this year’s spring plowing!"

Hearing His Highness’s reflections, the monkey Kuluka raised his head, gazing at His Highness’s sincere face, his eyes sparkled with bright light. The old General Etalik paused for a moment. He looked around at the surrounding generals, his gaze becoming deep and distant. Then, he spoke softly.

"His Highness is merciful! But what if the Southern Army does not arrive in time? What if it is just us alone facing the returning Tarasco Royal Army? And if at that moment, the Chapala Legion from the northwest also happens to arrive?... By then, the Northern Army would be deep in enemy territory, with reinforcements hundreds of miles away. With the Tarasco Royal Army in front and the Chapala reinforcements behind, it will be us facing destruction after one battle!"

At these words, Xiulote was taken aback. He looked toward the old General Etalik, as the loyal warriors of the Holy City bowed their heads in salute, prostrating themselves on the ground, silent and solemn.

The Young Commander stood quietly, sensing the unspoken meanings in the old General’s speech. At that moment, the passion in his chest did not extinguish, yet he felt a chill. Like a cold bath in winter, suddenly poured over him, instantly alternating between cold and heat, leaving his heart in a melancholy state.

Balda thought for a while, then suddenly reacted. His eyes widened, and he spoke loudly in disbelief.

"Your Highness is of the Royal Family’s branch, the King’s nephew, also the King’s son-in-law, and furthermore, the heir of the Alliance! Your Highness is known for your prestigious and virtuous reputation, victorious all along the western campaign, and your fame is indeed remarkable. The battle-hardened King himself presides over the Southern Army and will surely chase down the enemy, hastening through day and night to our aid—how could he allow the Northern Army to be encircled?!"

Xiulote remained expressionless, silent. After a while, he looked towards Natali of the Divine Blessing Legion, focusing on the right hand placed around his neck.

Witnessing this scene, the young Otomi Legion Commander’s gaze flickered with contemplation. Under the trust of His Highness, he had even moved ahead of the Poet Balamo, entering the highest decision-making circle of the Mexica Alliance. Then his eyes met with the indifferent gaze of His Highness, and he suddenly felt cold.

At that instant, Natali was blessed with an epiphany. He finally loosened his grip on the Sun Amulet, placed both hands on the ground, and his forehead touched the ground, showing his loyalty to the respected His Highness in the traditional Otomi manner.

"Your Highness, Natali of Xilotepec pledges loyalty to you! To fight for the gods, to die for you!"

Natali spoke earnestly. His young face, a mixture of devotion and sincerity, resembled intertwining vines in

Xiulote extended his hand, patting Black Wolf’s shoulder. Then, he looked around solemnly at everyone and loudly gave the order.

"Rest of the army’s warriors, be patient in resting, conserve your strength, and wait for the opportunity to strike!"

Hearing the Marshal’s decision, all the generals bowed their heads in unison, thunderously responding!