Aztec Eternals

"You stupid turkeys, you can get hurt in such a small settlement!" In front of Shulot, the jaguar Olosh roared at several warriors who were scratched by spears and short arrows.

"Hurry up and treat the wound, smear me with yucca juice, and then put the leaves of the ink tree on it. If you are chosen by the god of death Shulotel, you will rot in the rainforest when you go back!"

Upon hearing this, the warriors took out the prepared small sisal cloth bags and took out these natural medicines to treat each other's wounds.

As a classical militaristic society that fought for decades, the Aztec city-states already had a set of effective methods to deal with injuries. Yucca and ink tree are two effective antibacterial plants.

"And you, why are you tying up these old men and children? Are you carrying them away in the rainforest for more than ten days? Let me go, old men, children, and thin women, so that I can come and catch them at the next big festival. "

"Captain Olosh, here is a hunter with a broken leg."

"Huh?" Olosh glanced at the tribal hunter on the ground, and Shulot finally regained some attention and looked at the hunter.

Hunter is about thirty years old, with a weather-beaten face. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his left leg was twisted in an abnormal posture, and there were scattered spears and single bows beside his right leg. His body was curled up, leaning against the firepit without saying a word.

Olosh got closer and kicked the spear away from the ground. Looking at the other party's slightly curled hands and calluses again, his pupils shrank slightly, and he touched the obsidian stick with his right hand. "You can't keep this one! Marley, you were shot by a hunter just now, and the hunter will hand it over to you."

"Okay, Captain." A warrior with a leaf on his right shoulder came over holding a long stick, with a cruel smile on his face. He fiercely swung his long stick at the hunter on the ground.

The moment the long stick was swung, the hunter kicked his right leg violently, leaping up from the ground like a hound. Immediately, the hunter stretched his right arm, and at some point there was a bony arrowhead in his right hand, which pierced straight towards Marley's neck.

Marly leaned back in horror, and swung the long stick in his right hand in vain.

Seeing that the arrow was about to be inserted into the neck, an obsidian battle stick arrived first. First, the body of the stick slapped the hunter's arm, and the arm immediately twisted and deviated from the target, and then the tip of the stick struck forward suddenly, hitting the hunter's chin, and there was a cracking sound.

Immediately, Shulot saw the hunter's eyes widen suddenly, with the familiar hatred in his eyes again. The long stick broke the hunter's cervical spine, the hunter's head tilted, and then his body fell powerlessly to the dirt ground.

Marli came back to his senses, and angrily slammed his body on the ground, and his body swayed along the stone stick like a worn-out rag doll.

"Father!"

Shulot heard a suppressed cry, and saw a twitching young body not far away from the children. An eleven or twelve-year-old girl was crying while looking at the hunter on the ground.

"Stop!" Shulot had been emotionally fluctuating, and finally couldn't help but say, "He's already dead. What's the glory of torturing a corpse?"

Marly turned his head abruptly, staring at Shulot, with a wolf-like bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

"Stop, turkey!" Olosh frowned. "Be more careful next time. Go, do something serious, and tie up the young captives."

Only then did Marley stop, glared at Shulot again, turned around and left.

"Sholot, my student, how was the hunting today?" Olosh strode closer and patted the boy on the shoulder affectionately.

"Sholot killed a quasi-soldier today, and his shield thrusting action was great." Tells stepped forward and replied.

"Not bad!" Olosh finally smiled and nodded, "Tels, go and count the captives. I prepared the two over there for you. Shulot, what are you doing?"

Shulot squatted down, stared at Wushen's eyes for a while, and then slowly closed the hunter's eyes. The cries not far away seem to be louder.

Olosh looked at Shulot's actions and sighed slightly, "Alright, you can be considered a respectable warrior. Shulot, don't waste time on dead enemies."

Shulot nodded silently, not knowing which sentence he said for Olosh, or none of it.

"Captain, I've counted. The qualified prisoners have one palm and two palms and one palm short." Tells ran back excitedly and reported.

"5 times 10 minus 5, that's 45." Xiulot silently calculated in his heart.

This tribe had more than a hundred people at most, and lost 45 young men and women in one breath, plus a few who died in battle, it was almost completely destroyed.

How long can the remaining fifty old, weak, sick and disabled survive in this ferocious jungle? Even if he lingers for a while, after more than ten years when he regains his vitality, he will be targeted by the capture team again, continuing this bloody cycle.

"In this era of cruel fighting, what can I do?" Shulot looked at the burning settlement and thought silently.

"Okay! There are about two or three prisoners per person. We can prepare to return." Olosh nodded and shouted, "The battle is over! Now, you can go and have some fun on your own. But the turkeys give me Remember: none of the sacrifices that can be brought back are allowed to be killed!"

The warriors agreed with a loud bang, quickly untied the shield in their left hand, and inserted the long obsidian stick behind their backs. They chose to grope, and then happily picked up a prisoner and walked towards the dark woods.

Shulot suddenly noticed Marly. With a grin on his face, he walked directly towards the crying girl.

"Marly, what are you doing!" Looking at such a young and helpless girl, he thought of the fate she faced. Xiulot was really angry. The boy rushed forward, vigorously raised his shield, and held it against Marley.

"That old hyena nearly killed me with an arrow!" Marly yelled too. "I'm going to get his daughter back!"

"You bastard, you coward! A coward who does things to children!" Shulot yelled angrily.

"What did you say!" Marly's eyes turned red, and he reached out to touch the stick behind him. Cowards are the most contemptible existence in a Mexica society that admires warriors.

"Don't take out weapons against your own people!" A roar came, and the "Jaguar" rushed over like a beast, held Shulott down with his left hand, and pulled hard with his right hand, Marley stepped back suddenly and was almost thrown away. fly out.

"Sholot, what's the matter with you?" Olosh separated the two and looked at Shulot with dissatisfaction.

"Marly's going to do it to that girl."

"The girl belongs to the hyena.."

"Shut up!" Olosh turned his head and yelled. The anger on his face was more obvious than ever. "Marly, no matter what you want to do, you are not allowed to do anything to your own people!"

"Sholot is a warrior, and he is about to become a noble priest! War priests are sacred in the army. You must respect his will, let alone such an insignificant matter! Apologize to him."

"But he's only twelve years old."

"Apologize to him, Marley!"

"I'm sorry, Shulot, I was wrong." Marley lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly. He spat out the words of apology word by word, then cast a sharp glance at the girl hiding in the corner, turned and left.

Olosh watched Marly leave with an angry face. He just turned around, glanced at Shulot, and smiled slightly.

"That's right, Shulot. The way of a warrior is to dare to fight against warriors who are stronger than yourself. These warriors are unruly wolves. Only when you grow stronger than everyone else can you become a jaguar to rule them .”

Then Olosh glanced at the girl huddled in the corner again, "This girl is too small and too thin to bring back to the city-state. Whatever you want to do, do it here."

Shulot nodded after listening, and walked forward, the girl shrank back in fear.

The boy just took out the cotton cloth in his pocket and wiped away the tears and ashes on the girl's face, only to see an unexpectedly beautiful little face.

He was slightly surprised, and took off the dry food bag at his waist, and stuffed it into the girl's hand, the tentacles were cold. After thinking about it, he took off his waistcoat and put it on the girl.

"Get out of here! Go north, the farther the better, don't come back."

The beautiful girl forgot to cry. She stared at Shulot blankly, wondering if she understood.

The boy nodded, and smiled gently at the girl.

"Thank you, teacher." Shulot turned around to look back, but he didn't see anyone. Olosh has already left. The other children didn't know when they ran away.

The softness of the previous life emerged in the boy's heart. He untied the obsidian dagger from his waist and put it on the ground. On the dagger, there is also his name engraved by himself. The boy took one last look at the girl before turning around and leaving silently.

"May I hide all my softness here, and then truly face the world! Everything can be changed, I am, and so is the world." The boy sighed slightly. Then, he straightened his spine and showed determination.

As if experiencing some kind of baptism, Shulot strode forward. From behind, came the girl's cry again.

This time, the boy didn't look back. Like a newborn tiger cub, he walked towards the jungle in Central America, welcoming the future destined to fight!

Follow-up note: I created an account on bilibili to talk about the background and humanities of Native Americans. Dianniang will compress the uploaded pictures, so the high-definition map of the book will also be placed there, as well as the author's cute cats. Just search for the pseudonym "Swinging Sword and Zhan Yunmeng"! Meow!