Aztec Eternals

"Your Highness, an envoy from the Red Frog Tribe has arrived, I pray to meet you, and they are waiting in the camp!"

The night was dim, the sky was full of stars, and the Taniguchi camp was full of fire. Balda, dressed in eagle battle attire, strode into the medical camp and reported to His Highness. He sneaked a peek and saw that there were only two people in the camp. His Highness stood in the middle, with a stern expression and hidden anger. Black Wolf Toltek lay on the grass bed, his face full of shame, apparently he had been scolded just now. Seeing this scene, Barda secretly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled secretly.

"An emissary from the Red Frog Tribe? Come at night?... Mmm."

Shulot thought for a while, nodded slightly, and looked at the ashamed Hei Lang again.

He had just retreated from the crowd and reprimanded Toltek alone. As the head of the army, how can he personally rush to the front line, throwing life and death lightly? As for the storming of Taniguchi, the imperial guards lost 800, but the force was fierce, so a little mention is needed. Now that Barda is present, it's not easy to reprimand him so harshly, lest Ai will be laughed at by everyone. In fact, the general should not be easily humiliated in front of everyone, otherwise it will be at the slightest and the up and down centrifugal, and the most serious will be the fate of the enemy in the Benneng Temple

The king put away his anger, looked at the love general, and shook his hair.

"Toltek, my black wolf! You went north this time, bravely and diligently, and even broke the camp, and made a lot of contributions! The Central Route Army attacked the wasteland like a jaguar, and let the Guakili dog descendants see the power of the alliance. However, a weapon that is too sharp is easy to break; corn that is too tall does not bear much fruit. It is the same with soldiers, you need to have both toughness and softness, and you must pay attention to timing and situation in battle, and you should not act too hastily.”

"Recover well! Hei Lang, I will ask my personal guards to send you a volume of my marching notes, which contain some experiences from last year's Western Expedition. You can read it slowly and think about it while you recover from your injuries. The injury this time is actually not a bad thing, after you recover, I will let you lead the legion!"

"Ah, Your Highness! I am willing to die for you!"

Toltek looked excited. He turned over and saluted His Highness.

Xiulot smiled, stretched out his hand and patted Hei Lang's shoulder, then turned and left. Balda glanced at Hei Lang enviously, and followed His Highness.

Starlight fell on the mountains not far away, and there was a faint mournful singing in the wind. The king stamped his feet in front of the big tent, looked at the Red Fox Valley not far away, and then opened the tent door and walked in.

In the camp, the eight personal guards looked calm and guarded in bronze armor. In the corner is the messenger of the Red Frog Tribe, who has been waiting for a long time. Shulot looked at the envoy, who was short and stocky with a rough face. Although he tried his best to smile, he couldn't conceal the smell of fighting.

The king sized up the envoy, then calmly walked to the head and sat down. Balda held down his weapon, with guards on his left and right. There was silence in the camp, full of awe-inspiring killing intent.

After a while, the messenger of the Red Frog Tribe finally couldn't bear it anymore. He looked at Shulot in awe, and said carefully.

"Cough, Respected Great Chief of Death! Your mana is as boundless as the sky, and your warriors are as brave and numerous as mountains. The Red Frog Tribe fears you, and is willing to lead more than 20,000 tribes in the valley to respect you as the supreme great chief." , and fight for your flag from now on!"

"Oh? The Red Frog Tribe wants to surrender?"

Xiulot looked calm and his voice was low.

"Then hand over all your weapons, walk out of the mountain camp, and accept the arrangement of fate."

"Surrender. No, I'm here to negotiate! Chief Death, there are still 20,000 brave Guakili in the valley! We still have two mountain camps in the east and west! Our food has been harvested, and we can hold on for several months!"

The red frog messenger widened his eyes and said fiercely.

"Although the cactus tribe is brave, it will cost thousands of casualties to take down the valley! In the eastern city of Palms, we still have tens of thousands of reinforcements, and they will arrive soon! It's you!"

"Oh? Then you go back and tell Chief Red Frog. He can continue to hold the valley! The army will attack tomorrow, I want to see how long he can hold."

Shulot glanced at the ferocious growling messenger and shook his head slightly. After all, he is a dog descended from the wasteland, and the envoy who seeks peace is as hard as a soldier, completely unqualified.

The Red Frog Messenger's words froze for a while, unable to open his mouth for a while. After a while, he lowered his head with difficulty.

"Chief Death, as long as you preserve the Red Frog Tribe and allow Chief Red Frog to continue commanding the headquarters, we will hand over the camp and the valley, and bring more than 20,000 Guajili tribes to surrender to you!"

"Oh? Save the Red Frog tribe and continue to be the chief?"

Shulot smiled lightly.

"How many people are there in the Red Frog Headquarters, and how many Dingkou do you want to keep?"

"Seven thousand. No, only six thousand Dingkou! The rest of the more than ten tribes, 16,000 to 7,000 people, will be at your disposal! In addition, Chief Red Frog will lead the soldiers of the headquarters to fight for you!"

"Six thousand Dingkou. Sixteen thousand tribes"

The king became serious, pondered for a while, and asked again.

"The Red Frog chief's headquarters is only six thousand, how can he decide more than 20,000 tribes? There are three major tribes in the valley. The Red Fox tribe has fled, and the Red Frog tribe wants to surrender. What about the Red Cat tribe?"

"Chief Death, our Red Frog tribe now controls the valley, with thousands of warriors! The Red Cat tribe suffered heavy casualties, no matter how we plan, we can't count them."

The Red Frog Messenger straightened his back and looked confident.

"The camps at the east and west valley entrances are all in our hands. As long as the camps are opened, the red frog tribe will take the lead in surrendering, and the other tribes will have to surrender together!"

"Um"

Shulot was very interested and looked at the red frog messenger again.

"Reserve 6,000 Dingkou, the amount is a bit too much, why don't I get it myself!"

"Five thousand Dingkou. No, only four thousand Dingkou!"

The Red Frog Messenger widened his eyes and shouted anxiously.

"The Red Frog Tribe only wants to save 4,000 Dingkou. We will surrender the valley, return north to the wilderness, and no longer go south to plunder! Chief Death God, we will also submit to you and fight for your banner!"

"oh?"

Shulot smiled lightly. He looked at the anxious red frog messenger and said with a smile.

"The Red Frog Tribe surrendered and kept 4,000 mouths. Well, this condition is acceptable. But the Red Frog Chief led the southward journey and must be punished! Tell the Red Frog Tribe to hand over the chief's head, the camp and the valley, and they will You can return to the wasteland!"

"How can this work! How can Chief Red Frog die!"

The Red Frog Messenger straightened up immediately, and jumped anxiously.

"The great chief, the red frog chief is brave and good at fighting, and is willing to die for you, please spare his life!"

"oh?"

The smile on Shulot's face grew stronger. He looked at the messenger in front of him with a smile, and suddenly his face turned cold.

"Guards around, take it down for me!"

Hearing Wang Ling, several personal guards rushed forward and pushed the struggling red frog envoy to the ground. Then, the king stepped forward with a smile and looked at the messenger.

"Again. Who are you?"