Aztec Eternals

The afternoon sun penetrated the clouds after the rain, projected on the wet wasteland, and evaporated light water vapor. The summer in the northern plateau is always dry, there is no accumulation of plants, and the moisture on the soil surface usually cannot be kept for a long time. Water is the most precious resource.

Only where streams and springs flowed could crops be grown, tribal populations fed, and large armies passed. For thousands of years, fighting in the north has always revolved around water sources. The blood moistened the fertile soil by the river and made the rare green more vivid.

Thousands of Mexica regiments marched on the dry land, raising clouds of smoke that could be seen from a distance. The tall wolf flag was flying in the center of the army formation, and Shulot was wearing a solid middle armor and marching forward under the guard of the bronze armored army. He looked around, the faces of the personal guards were flushed red by the sun, and fine beads of sweat ooze out. He looked behind him, the legion had traveled all the way, countless sweat dripped on the wasteland, and quickly evaporated, leaving only a little white grain.

The army marched for many days with perseverance and traveled more than 300 miles. The scenery along the way was like the same ink painting. The smooth roads in the northern wilderness are endless, only the towering mountains in the east are gradually falling behind. Soon, the red sun was low, and today's march came to an end, and the warriors found a small stream with a little more plants to camp, and seized the time to fetch water for cooking.

"Bothard, it seems that the biggest difficulty in fighting in the north is not the dog descendants, but the long grain road and dry land!"

The king raised the kettle and poured a few mouthfuls of cool salt water. He let out a sigh of satisfaction before looking around with emotion.

A shallow creek flows down from the Sierra Madre in the east, and it flows here with difficulty, finally adding some vitality to the earth. Around the stream, yuccas are in season. Tall flower spikes protrude from the sword-shaped leaves, and the white flowers on the flower spikes bloom brilliantly, like white bells. There were a few small dots crawling on the white bell. Shulot leaned forward curiously, but found the same white yucca moth busy pollinating the flowers.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the red sunset glow dyed half of the sky. The sky is brilliant, the mountains are undulating and majestic, the plateau is vast and boundless, and the fragrance is coming, and the flowers are in full bloom!

The king stopped and looked at it quietly for a long time, feeling a sense of conquest in his heart.

"The plateau is vast, and the mountains and rivers are picturesque. The northern land is boundless, but I don't need to build a Great Wall, as long as I hold them all in my hands!"

Hearing the king's proclamation, Berthard stood quietly behind His Highness without removing his armor. When His Highness looked over again, he smiled and said admonition.

"Your Highness, this march is actually not difficult. There are many rivers flowing from the mountains in the east to the west, and the local Otomi guide will point out the road and water source for us. The really difficult march is to cross Parmsbon and enter Guaji The home of the Li people, the Coravea wilderness with a radius of two thousand miles! The water source there is even scarcer, the supplies are even scarcer, and the terrain is complex and there is no guide. Any large-scale march will be a disaster of death!"

Hearing this, Xiulot was startled and sighed slightly.

The Coravea wilderness is the birthplace of the Guajili people, and further north is the later US-Mexico border, New Mexico and Texas.

In Shulot's vague memory, although Coravea is extremely arid, it is the mining center of Northern Mexico. There are not only large gold and silver deposits, but also a huge amount of open-pit coal mines, and open-pit iron mines whose exact locations are unknown. Just with the logistical capabilities of this era, it is simply an impossible task to travel two thousand miles north to the wilderness to develop the minerals of Coravea.

"Bothard, I understand what you mean! This land is barren and desolate, and it is too far away from the Mexica Alliance. At this time, there is no way to occupy it, and it is not worth occupying. The purpose of this northern expedition is to fight the Guakili people , kill and injure their fighters, plunder their population, and then destroy the tribal alliance that destroys the dogs! The large-scale military operations of the coalition forces will be limited to the state of Palms!"

After marching for more than ten days, the king witnessed the desolation and vastness of the northern land with his own eyes, and once again clarified the goal of the northern expedition. The Northland is infinitely vast, and without fast-moving cavalry, it is impossible to control it at all. And once they have horses, the dog descendants in the north will become a confidant of the empire. Everything must be laid out in advance, and the chess pieces should be laid down early. Where legions cannot reach, only trade and religion are the key to check and balance the north.

"Have all the captured prisoners been transported to the south?"

Shulot pondered for a moment, then asked.

The army has now completely entered the territory of Palms State, more than three hundred miles away from the mountain city. With the sweeping attack of the Three Route Army, good news from the front continued to come. More than a dozen ordinary tribes of the Guakili were destroyed by the coalition forces, and more than 15,000 canine tribes were wiped off the map. According to the figures reported by the warriors, more than 3,000 dog-born fighters were killed, more than 8,000 young men and women were captured, and the casualties of the coalition forces were only a few hundred.

"Your Highness, the more than 8,000 Dingkou captured one after another have been escorted by the Otomi militiamen who transported food, and they will be concentrated in the mountain city in the south. Then, General Kuluka will arrange a follow-up itinerary and transport them across Leman River, sent to the hinterland of the kingdom. Finally, Marshal Olosh will personally distribute the dog descendants capable of farming according to the roster to the nobles and warriors who have been awarded land by military merit."

Bertard explained in detail. Guajili fighters have always been rebellious. During the attack on the tribe, most of the senior red-haired fighters died in battle or fled. Therefore, most of the Guajili captives were ordinary tribesmen, and their destiny was to become serfs in the kingdom. Only a small number of Guajili fighters who surrendered will be absorbed by the kingdom's legion after they have truly converted to the main god.

In fact, according to the degree of hatred of the Otomi people, when fighting against the Guakili dog descendants, there were almost no survivors. But the king gave strict orders and provided food for the captives to consume, and all the Otomi legions were aware of the sacrifice tradition of the Mexica, so they obediently handed over the captives. In order to appease the hearts of the Otomi warriors, Shulot selected the chiefs and heads of the canine tribe, and sacrificed them to the supreme god in front of the generals.

Xiuluo nodded. He looked not far away, and there was a desolate village located upstream of the stream. It was already dinner time, and there was not a trace of cooking smoke in the village, and there were no moving figures in sight. Only faint bones are exposed around the village, and Otomi costumes are scattered nearby.

"Along the way, Palms State is completely broken, and I don't know how many years it will take to recover"

Bertard shook his head. He had heard the reports of the scouts, and he knew the brutality of the dogborn. The dog descendants are brave and fierce, respect the strong, and don't even care about the life and death of the old and weak of the tribe, how can they care about the lives of the Otomi people? The remaining population of Palms State may be even lower than previous estimates.

The two stood by the creek, watching the sunset while discussing the military expedition to the north. In the distance, several scouts were rushing from the north. They carried the green flag representing victory, and it was clear that another good news came.

August ended in a fight. The three-way army was like galloping bison, rushing towards the barracks of the dog-born tribe, and completely destroying all obstacles.

The roaring rocks falling into the lake will always startle the birds in the pool. Facing the threat of survival, the remaining canine tribe finally reacted. They reluctantly abandoned the fields that were about to be harvested, packed up their simple luggage, and fled to the north overnight. However, when all the birds returned to their nests, the waterfowls who flew away hadn't given up yet, and gathered around the large tribe one after another, obeying the arrangements of the head birds.

In several fertile lands in Palms State, dog descendants gradually gathered in tens of thousands, forming continuous camps. Each of the eight major tribes gathered vassal tribes and mobilized thousands of warriors. The leaders of various ministries discussed day and night, quarreled and roared, and decided the future of nearly 100,000 Guajili people!