Aztec Eternals

September comes at the end of the rainy season, bringing sunshine to the sky and hope of harvest to the earth. It rains in the beginning of autumn and everything is harvested. To the south of the Leman River, the Kingdom of the Lake still has plenty of rain, providing sufficient moisture for the crops. Messengers were boating on Lake Patzcuaro, delivering orders to hurry up the harvest. As far as they could see, there were tall cornfields everywhere, lush and green, with no end in sight.

The farmers in the lake area are busy in the fields, smelling the aroma of ripe grains, and the joy of autumn harvest on their faces. Now the pumpkins are harvested, the beans are just ripe, and the corn is on the cob. Under the urging of the priests, the kingdom's spring plowing this year is more timely than last year, and the weather has been smooth all the way. It looks like a bumper year!

But on the wilderness of the Northland, the short rainy season has just passed, and the horn of war is getting louder day by day. The plateau is desolate and undulating, and thousands of Otomi militiamen rush back and forth. They carried it on their shoulders, carried it by hand, and pushed some wheelbarrows supported by the kingdom to transport military supplies from the mountain city to the north, and then escorted the prisoners from the north to the mountain city.

The Allied Forces of the Three Routes rested for many days, and after replenishing the latest batch of food, they obeyed the king's order of the Chinese Army and took action again. Black Wolf Toltek took the lead in attacking. The scouts of the army scattered far away, fighting with the harassing dog-born squad. The Eight Thousand Middle Route Legion was unstoppable, all the way to the north, the horn of the march was blown for three days, and they came to the Red Fox Valley where the dog descendants gathered.

There was not a single white cloud in the sky, but the earth was full of killing intent. The confluence of mountains and rivers forms a rare fertile soil in the north, attracting brutal fighting in the wasteland. Eight thousand coalition forces set up camp in the southeast of the Red Fox Valley, and then slowly spread out to the surrounding area, encircling the valley entrance in the southeast. Tens of thousands of Guajili tribes immediately shrank into the Red Fox Valley, and each tribe only sent a few tribe fighters to attack and harass, but most of the main force could not hold out.

"This is the Red Fox Valley?"

Toltek, with his army, stood in front of a valley mouth in the southeast of the valley, carefully observing the terrain of the valley mouth from a distance of several miles. Soon, he frowned.

The narrow mountain road extends for several miles, the terrain is slightly upward, and at the end are several wooden and stone fortresses built on high places. A red lynx banner was planted on the camp.

Beneath the banner are the garrisoned Guacquiles. They hold short bows and javelins, wield stone spears and stone hammers, and their number exceeds a thousand. Among the more than a thousand dog-born fighters, there are two hundred senior red-haired fighters who are howling loudly and brandishing weapons, provoking and demonstrating against the coalition forces in the south. Looking from a distance, although the dogs were poorly equipped, they seemed to have high morale.

"Respected Captain Black Wolf, this is the fertile Pa River Valley! In the coalition army, many noble fiefdoms are here, and a third of the Pams warriors also come from here. This is the territory of our Otomi people, It was just occupied by a shameless dog-born, and changed the name of a dog-born!"

Mespa led hundreds of family warriors and stood beside the black wolf. He shouted angrily, and looked at the dog descendants in the valley with hatred in his eyes, as if he wanted to kill them with his eyes.

"Well, the terrain at the mouth of the valley is narrow, and it is difficult for a large army to deploy. The enemy is condescending and has a defensive camp. There are thrown stones and wooden blocks on the camp. Hey, this barren dog is actually quite decent in defense! Could it be Learned from the Otomi?"

Toltek watched for a while, a little surprised. He turned to Mesper.

"You said there is a small town in the valley? How is the terrain there? Are there any remaining Otomi people standing still?"

Hearing this, Mespa's expression darkened, and he shook his head bitterly.

"Captain, the valley's terrain is natural, and its defense depends entirely on the surrounding mountains, plus the two camps at the entrance of the valley in the northwest and southeast. The small town in the middle of the valley doesn't even have a defensive wall, it just allows the nobles to have a decent place to live in. The only thing that can be considered solid is the stone temple in the center of the small town."

"The cunning Guajili dogs attacked very quickly, and everyone had no time to prepare! They sent hundreds of red-haired soldiers in advance to sneak around the camp of Taniguchi. The Northwest Taniguchi fell in less than half a day, and thousands of dogs howled like wild animals. They rushed in like crazy. Their eyes were red, they killed people when they saw them, and they ate them when they grabbed food. They were monsters that came out of the ground! The nobles and their families retreated to the vicinity of the temple with their family warriors, and they bravely held on for half a day. As a result, the people behind There are more and more dog-born, and more than a dozen tribes' flags appeared in a row."

"Seeing that the general situation is over, the noble heads discussed together, and then decided to take the family warriors and retreat from the southeast valley entrance that was still in their hands. When they left, hundreds of brave militiamen were left behind to stand firm in the temple. Now all You have returned to the Kingdom of God!"

Toltek was patient and listened to Mespa finish speaking. He thought for a while, screened out useless words, and asked in a deep voice.

"Mespa, listen to what you said, you Otomi only held on for one day in such a steep valley?"

"Ah, it's not just one day. From the time the scouts reported the enemy's situation, it probably lasted for two or three days!"

Hearing the question, Mespa was ashamed and blushed.

"The main warriors were unprepared, and the nobles had no affiliation. In addition, the dog descendants went south to survive, it was too fierce."

"How many residents were there originally in the valley? How many militiamen and men were withdrawn? Are there any captured Otomi people in the valley, which can be cited as echoes?"

Toltek continued asking questions, interrupting Mespa's explanation. Mesper paused, lost her voice for a moment, and then replied.

"There were originally 20,000 to 30,000 people in the valley. When it fell, only a thousand nobles and warriors escaped, and then two to three thousand militiamen were gathered. As for the other ordinary residents who fled, the nobles didn't have time to take care of them. I don't know how many escaped. Not long ago, the scouts saw on the mountains, and now there are thousands of captured Otomi farmers in the valley, plowing the fields for the dog-born. It's just that they were all frightened by the dog-born. News, others are not expected”

"Captain Black Wolf, I was in Palms City at the time, and I really don't know much about the situation in the valley that day. If you need, I can call some nobles from the Pa Valley to come out and report back in detail."

"No need! Along the way, I have seen a lot of dog-born tribes. They are just field mice, but there are too many here. As for the camp at Taniguchi, let's fight for a while and see what it looks like!"

Toltek raised his head, waved his hand, and then took out a small red flag, pointing to the camp on the valley entrance.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The muffled drums of war were beating, and the banners of the messengers were waving. The samurai battalion commander Jolich blew his bone whistle, and five hundred light archers wearing paper armor quickly entered the narrow mountain road in a loose formation. Behind the brigade of archers, followed by five hundred vanguard barbarians who were about to charge into battle.

Soon, the archers came to a distance of more than a hundred steps from Taniguchi, and started shooting formation. Holding longbows in their hands, they approached in small steps with their heads raised, ready to shoot at any time. Relying on the terrain, the camp on the opposite side is more than ten meters high! There are hundreds of dog-born hunters above, all holding short bows and bone arrows, also ready to go.

Yolich narrowed his eyes, held up his shield, and estimated the distance of the upward shot. He approached until he was sixty paces from the camp. In the camp, an impulsive dog-born hunter couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hunting bow, and shot short arrows downward with a "swish". The dog-born hunters around were affected and shot arrows accordingly.

"Whizzing!"

The rain of arrows struck head-on, bringing with it gusts of wind, vaguely mixed with the shouts and curses of the red-haired soldiers.

"Bah! These northern barbarians, barking dogs! They swarmed and shot at random without hearing the order. They are even inferior to Tekos, and they have no discipline at all!"

Yolich gave a disdainful "pooh". He was born in Tarasco's army, and he has been fighting for many years, and he is good at both bow and spear.

Whether it is the kingdom or the alliance legion, the warriors are strictly required to obey orders, especially in large-scale battles, they must act in unison. In comparison, the discipline of the canine warriors was even far inferior to that of the kingdom's pike militia.

"Duh, duh."

A few feathered arrows were nailed into the wooden shield, making a muffled sound. The warrior battalion commander felt the strength of the arrow shot from the shield, and suddenly blew the bone flute around his neck.

"Beep! Collective shooting!"

"Swoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

A rain of arrows rose from Joliki's back and shot towards the camp sixty paces away. Eight or nine dog-born hunters screamed and fell from the camp with a "bang", leaving a long trail of blood. The rest of the dog-born hunters paused, then lowered their bodies and shot down even more violently. Soon, nearly ten legionary archers also covered their throats or faces, groaning and fell to the ground.

Being condescending and taking advantage of the terrain, even the shortbows of the canine hunters can hurt the legion's longbowmen at the same distance. Some red-haired warriors are particularly skilled in archery, shooting arrows at the vital points of the head, face, throat and heart.

Joliki had just removed the shield to observe the effect of the shooting, when a bone arrow struck sharply and hit the rattan helmet on his head. The warrior battalion commander felt a pain in his forehead, his heart trembled, and he took two steps back before reaching out to touch his head. The bone arrow had exhausted its strength, but it was only inserted into the fine rattan helmet, and it would scratch the forehead, leaving a small shallow hole.

"Damn it! What a sharp shooting skill. This Guacili dog descendant is also quite powerful!"

The warrior battalion commander muttered to himself, covering his figure with his shield again. Behind him, the drums continued to beat, and the shouts grew louder. Inspired by the war priests, the vanguard barbarians prayed loudly to the main god, ready to launch a deadly assault at any time. The archers on both sides shot at each other, and the arrows rained fiercely back and forth, splashing a lot of blood, and soon a hundred people died in battle.

The corpses of the soldiers fell to the ground, exuding a warm vitality. Vitality flows at the mouth of the valley, seeps into the streams in the valley, and is dyed with a touch of bright red. By the stream, the cactus flowers were stained with blood, blooming more vividly, like a harbinger of death.