Aztec Eternals

"Ivican, go down! It's hard to scout all the way, and go to the warehouse to get two bags of pumpkins."

"Yes, Chief. Ow, thank you for the reward!"

Ivican beamed with joy. He looked up at the three tribal leaders sitting cross-legged in the solemn hall, then bowed and clenched his fists, and saluted the red fox chief respectfully. Chief Red Fox waved his hand, and the red-haired scout turned and left obediently.

Red Fox Chief Otuwa is in his early forties this year, and he is no longer considered a mature man among the short-lived dogs. The years have taken away the strength of his muscles and added lines to his face. He was wearing a wolf fur robe, with high cheekbones, slightly slanted eyes, and extremely sharp eyes. At first glance, it looks like a fox in wolf's clothing.

This used to be the most solemn temple in the Otomi city-state in the valley, and now it is the meeting hall of the Guakili people. In the hall, the sculpture of the original god has been destroyed, the surrounding murals are stained with solidified blood, and dozens of tanned animal skins are spread on the ground.

The red fox chief sat on a soft animal hide, opposite the leaders of two other large tribes. The Red Cat Chief Mizli is tall and thin with narrow eyes, while the Red Frog Chief Coca is slightly plump with fierce eyes. The three of them sat around together in wolf fur robes, and a jungle atmosphere rushed towards them.

"The Aztecs stopped at eighty miles to the south. Like the previous few days, they have not moved. According to the intelligence of the scouts, they are transporting food to the north and sending the young captives captured by the tribe to the south. Sacrifice before the gods!"

Otuwa spoke lightly. The Red Fox Tribe has been around for hundreds of years, and they are very familiar with the various tribes in the south. There are special pictures telling the origin of the Cactus Tribe.

"Damn cactus tribe, vicious jaguar, they are destined to be bitten to pieces by wolves!"

Hearing this, Keka stared and cursed fiercely.

"Otuwa, Mizli, the camp of the cactus tribe is not far away. We gathered 500 red-haired warriors from the three divisions, and brought some scouts from ordinary tribes to attack them at night!"

Ottois and Mizli were taken aback by this proposal. They looked at each other and shook their heads slightly. Only the elite can do such things as night raids. No matter what the outcome of the battle, most people will never return. The red-haired warrior is the ruling core of the tribe, and the three major tribes together only have a thousand red-haired warriors.

"Kaka, don't worry! The Aztec camp is well guarded, and there are many scouts patrolling at night and tiger-headed night attacks. I'll talk about it later. I have arranged six or seven ordinary tribes with flexible movements to go around to the south. Harassing their grain roads hundreds of miles away! They didn't go north immediately these days, probably because of the disturbance!"

Otuwa looked at the angry Chief Red Frog and comforted him with a smile.

"Recently, all the ministries are mobilizing soldiers to strengthen the camps at the East and West Taniguchi. We have an advantageous position. As long as we stick to it for a month and wait for everyone to harvest the food, we will be much more comfortable whether we are fighting or walking!"

Mizley nodded in agreement. He pondered for a while, then asked in a low voice.

"Autua, did the envoys sent to the south reply? Facing our peace request, what did the Aztec chief say?"

"Mizli, you're thinking of surrendering! I'm going to kill you"

"Kaka, shut up, this is just a trick to delay time!"

Otuwa let out a cold growl, and then Keka stared and fell silent. Then, Chief Red Fox frowned and continued.

"The Aztec chief didn't want to meet our envoy. The envoy stuffed many precious feathers and gems into the chief's personal guards, only to find out that the letter from Chief Chichica was too arrogant and angered the chief!"

"Ah?! The Red Dog Tribe is the Red Dog Tribe, and we are us. Although the eight tribes have formed some kind of alliance together, it's just a bluffing thing. Let the messenger make it clear, our three tribes and the red tribe Inuwubu, they are not in the same group!"

Hearing Mizli's words, Ottois was speechless for a moment. After a while, he shook his head and sighed.

"When negotiating, they all boasted about their own strength. How could they tear each other down! In my opinion, this is just an excuse. The Aztec chief fought too well, so he underestimated us, Guacquile people!"

"Be sure to show them some strength! Autua, let's mobilize all the tribes, gather 10,000 men, and then call on the five Red Dogs to gather an army of 10,000! 20,000 people attack back and forth, first Tear up the Otomi dog on the right!"

Coca couldn't help but speak again. He has been fighting in the wilderness for many years, and he has always been known for his bravery, and he has an innate sense of fighting. Hearing this suggestion, Ottois was taken aback, and felt that it was feasible for a while. But after a while, Chief Red Fox shook his head and said.

"How could it be so easy! I did send a messenger to Chichica asking for help, but I'm not sure if the reinforcements will come or how many will come. Besides, the Aztec Legion in the middle is still staring at us, ten thousand Where is it so easy for people to go.”

"Then select 5,000 tribal warriors and leave the rest to guard the valley! 5,000 elite detours from the northwest. Our dog descendants can walk fast, can run, and are good at attacking! The cactus tribe is very arrogant, divided into three groups The armies are two days away from each other. As long as the timing is right, we can cooperate with Chichika to kill the Otomi dogs on the east road in one day! Next, let Chichika harass the cactus tribe in the middle lane , and cut off their food roads"

Keka talked about his plan, and the more he talked, the more excited he became. The loud voice echoed in the hall, like the cry of frogs in summer. The other two chiefs pursed their lips and remained silent.

After a long while, when he said he was tired and stopped, Otuwa opened his mouth lightly.

"Kaka, your plan is very good, but there is a question, how do you get Chichika to do what you say?"

"We can send an envoy, talk to him clearly, and even plan together!"

"However, even if Chichica agrees, can you trust him? We send troops to attack the enemy on the east road, what if Chichica doesn't come? If the Aztecs' central army arrives in time, we will attack from both sides. It's dead!"

"Ah, Chief Chichika, he should be trustworthy"

Keka opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was interrupted directly by Mizli.

"I can't trust Chichika! The life of the tribe has to be controlled by oneself, how can it be handed over to others?!"

"What Chief Red Cat said is very reasonable. Keka, everyone can't trust each other. What you said about the cooperation of the army is empty fart, which is loud and smelly!"

Ottois made a crude joke, and Mizley laughed. Keka became a little annoyed and roared.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work either! Then tell me, what should I do? Don't you just do this and wait to be beaten?!"

Hearing Keka's question, Chief Red Fox's mood changed, but a gentle smile appeared on his face. He patted Coca on the shoulder affectionately.

"Kaka, forget about these plans! There are so many tribes here, and everyone mobilizes more than ten thousand people to guard the valley! The red frog tribe is the best at fighting, and you are the best at fighting among the three of us." , I will rely on you for the defensive arrangement in the valley!"

Keka was startled, then nodded slowly, a smile gradually appeared on his face. Mizley thought about it, and smiled in agreement. The three chiefs faced each other and soon laughed heartily. The loud laughter spread far away, just like the howling of wolves in the full moon.

Note: In Nahua, miztli means lynx and caca means frog.