Aztec Eternals

The wind in October is full of chills, and even the sun has become slightly cooler. Thousands of warriors marched silently through the scorched forest, and when they landed, there was a crackle. They raised their feet again, and the straw sandals were stained black by wood ash. On the way, sporadically, human-shaped cokes were seen, but their identities could no longer be identified. The dangerous mountain fire had just passed, and the birds and beasts in the mountains fled far away and never returned. Along the way, there are only traces of godlike destruction, leaving awe in the hearts of mortals.

"God bless you! Praise Your Highness!"

Pious prayers sounded from the ranks of warriors and floated to Heilang's royal banner.

The king stopped and took a short rest. He raised his head and saw the birds hovering in the sky and the mountains rising in the northeast. The further we went, the mountain road never narrowed, but the terrain began to get steeper. He looked into the forest again, and the scorched woodland had a wide view, and he could see far away at a glance. The Guajili people did not harass them here, and the passage of the army was extremely smooth.

"I set off in early August, and it's now halfway through October. The corn will be harvested, and the Guakili people will no longer be short of food. I hope they will stay in the valley and not flee into the wilderness!"

Xiulot looked into the distance, thinking silently.

When starting from Otomi Mountain City, the Third Route Army had more than 27,000 people, and thousands of militiamen maintained the food road. The army went all the way to the north, wiped out the tribes along the way, and then captured the Red Fox Valley. There were more than 2,000 casualties before and after, and the captive population was close to 30,000. Then, 1,500 Otomi warriors and 3,000 militiamen were left behind, stationed in the valley, and continued to maintain the food road. Three thousand red frog fighters were drawn out and marched eastward with the army.

In the Eastern Mountain Road, the Ottopan and Guamare warriors fought several times with the dog-born tribes. As many as two thousand were killed and hundreds were injured. The number of enemies killed by the army is roughly the same, more than 2,000 people.

"This is still the result of the support of the Mexica warriors. In fact, the combat power of the dog-born main force is obviously higher than that of the Otomi Legion. Their actions are quicker, their tactics are more flexible, and they also have the ability to fight in the mountains and forests. Addition... No wonder the suppressed Otomi ministries couldn't hold their heads up during the previous southward invasion."

Shulot shook his head. The Otomi warriors of the three states are all conscripted vassal legions. They are composed of various private armies and are not supported by the kingdom, so it is difficult to intervene in training. Although the discipline of these troops is poor, their combat effectiveness at home is not bad, and it is no problem to fight with the wind.

Now, he has more than 21,000 troops in his hands. The 7,000 Ottopan Legion cleared the way ahead, the 5,000 Imperial Guard Legion supported the central army, and the remaining nearly 10,000 people were in the rear army. The width of the battlefield in the mountain road is limited. Even with the woodlands on both sides, at most, more than 10,000 people from both sides can fight at the same time.

The long snake-like marching team stretched for ten miles all the way. After Xiulot walked for half a day, a scout reported back.

"Your Highness, we have encountered an enemy camp more than ten miles ahead! The flags of all the dog-born tribes are all there, and we will set up camp at dangerous places!"

Hearing that the dog descendant was still there, the king heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he led his personal guards and traveled more than ten miles to the new camp of dog descendants who were blocking. After looking at the terrain, he gasped again.

The long mountain road suddenly turns north here, rising tens of meters together with the mountains on both sides, forming a steep slope. There are jagged rocks on both sides of the slope, which is steep and difficult to climb. And a brand new camp stands at the end of the ramp. The camp was condescending and completely cut off the mountain road!

Looking carefully, this camp is actually very simple. There is a fence around it, and behind it is a solid low wall of wood and stone. On the low wall, the heads of densely packed tribal warriors towered, tens of thousands. And the number of red-haired hunters is more than a thousand. Seeing the incoming coalition forces, many dog-born fighters yelled and cursed, and made various provocative actions, which seemed to have high morale.

Shulot observed the demeanor of the enemies, and they were divided into two obvious categories. One is shouting frantically, the other is silent. He is quick to judge.

"Most are new reinforcements, but not elite!"

Further back, the flag of the Red Dog stands tall, surrounded by tribal flags on all sides. The size of the flags is different, clearly distinguishing the primary and secondary. And beyond the flag, a large mess of grass nests can be seen vaguely, and the back wall has only been repaired halfway.

"Haha, the dog descendants chose a good location, but built a turkey coop!"

Shulot watched for a moment, then suddenly laughed. Afterwards, he looked at General Otomi.

"It's a pity that my black wolf is not here. Who would like to be the pioneer and try for me?"

Chief Mespa lowered his head and remained silent. Chief Chalki's expression flickered, hesitating. Only Prince Giova narrowed his eyes, took a step forward, and responded loudly.

"Your Highness, Ottopan warrior, you can be the vanguard!"

Xiulot took all the reactions of the generals into his eyes. Then he nodded and smiled at Giova.

"Okay! Prince Giova, send out two thousand warriors, hold up more shields, and test the quality of the dog-born. I will send a thousand crossbowmen to support you!"

"Thank you Your Highness!"

Giova, wearing bronze armor, saluted and left.

"Boom boom boom!"

Soon, the muffled war drums began to beat, and a large number of gray-blue warriors lined up in front of the camp. Giova began to drum up morale. Thousands of crossbowmen are in the rear, ready to shoot for cover.

On the high camp, the dog descendants also separated one after another, busy dividing their labor like an ant colony. The red-haired hunters occupied the best shooting positions, and they took out their bows and arrows to prepare. Some tribal warriors held up wooden boards and took shelter around the hunters. While other warriors stood guard in front of the piled rocks, ready to throw them at any time.

"Hey, there are some tricks."

Shulot's eyes were piercing, watching the details of the camp. His eyes flicked across a small group of conspicuous spearmen, and then stopped under the banner of the red dogs. There was a looming tall figure, wearing the chief's wolf robe, also looking over here.

"Uman, the man in golden armor and visor is the Great Chief Death?"

Chichika narrowed her eyes, looked at the black wolf flag on the opposite hill, and then turned her head to ask.

"Er yes, Chief. Heard it has magic on that banner. Can't read much."

Holding the shield in one hand, Uman answered intermittently as his loyal guard stood in front of Chief Red Dog. He had been shot by a samurai's long arrow in his left arm before, and the arrow penetrated nearly an inch into the flesh, but did not hurt the bone. As the chief's personal guard, he naturally received the best treatment. Witch doctors and priests gave him spiritual "sacred medicine", thornless cactus balls, and dried black feather jade slices.

In various parts of the northern wilderness, black feather jade is widely used as medicine and has been passed down for more than five thousand years. The earliest archaeological specimens of later generations were found in the ruins of the Native Americans in Texas 3,700 years ago. It contains hordenine with antibacterial effect, which has a good killing effect on bacteria and fungi, and can replace penicillin to a certain extent. It also has a strong analgesic effect and is often used in labor for women in severe pain.

Of course, in various parts of the wilderness, the most important effect of the black feather jade is to communicate with the divine world in sacred religious ceremonies, and to obtain the enlightenment of nature and gods. Simply put, it is hallucinogenic.

Chichika frowned slightly, and looked at the stammering guard. This is the symptom after using too much Wuyuyu. Chief Red Dog's expression darkened, and he reprimanded him.

"Uman, the holy medicine is the medium through which priests communicate with the heaven and the earth. It will erode the soul of mortals, even a warrior cannot avoid it! The holy medicine has protected you from the inflammation infected by death. Now that your wound has healed, from today Since then, you are not allowed to use the holy medicine anymore! As a warrior, you have to bear the pain yourself!"

"Well listen to you, Chief!"

Uman's eyes straightened, and he nodded vigorously.

Chichika continued to look at the black wolf banner, his eyes were as fierce as a beast. He has more than 15,000 warriors under him, and he has a formidable camp to rely on, so he has enough confidence to resist the cactus tribe!

A few hundred steps away, in the corner of the camp close to the mountain wall, the girl Alan held a hunting bow and looked at the black wolf flag in front of her. Her hair was dyed red, and a tight tie was tied around her chest. This is the first time she has fought as a warrior against the Mexica.

Seeing the black wolf's king flag, Alan's heart was beating violently, and complex expressions were changing on his face. After a while, she gritted her teeth, clenched the bow and arrow in her hand, and asked the spear warrior beside her.

"Chippawa, is this the Legion of the Mexica?"

"Yes. This is the Legion of the Mexica."

Chippawa was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was a thin boy. Holding a spear in both hands, he stared at the army outside the camp with red eyes. Three thousand Mexica warriors, wearing platinum cloth face armor, lined up under the wolf flag in neat rows. Tens of thousands of Otomi warriors surrounded the surrounding area, filling the entire valley. Soon, memories of the previous battlefield flooded his mind again, making him tremble with fear.

"They are the ones who destroyed the Kingdom of Tarasco and killed my father!"

Hearing this, Alan felt the same way, and his eyes turned red. She reached out and pressed Chippawa's shoulder.

"Chippawa, don't be afraid! Mother Wasteland will guide you, walk out of the nightmare you once had, and become a fearless warrior! Just like what I have experienced."

"Alan."

Chippawa looked gratefully at the girl in front of him, and his heart beat suddenly. After a while, he nodded vigorously.

"I will be as brave as you!"

"Um!"

Looking at the pattern of the wolf flag, the girl was in a daze for a moment, then turned her head and asked.

"Chippawa, you are from the southern eagle tribe, and you know more about the cactus tribe. What does this black wolf pattern represent? Is it common?"

"Ah? Black wolf pattern? Well. I heard Captain Zucata said that the black wolf is the god of death for the Mexica. This is a very important deity, and it should be very common in the Mexica alliance!"

Chippawa racked his brains, trying to remember what the captain had said.

"In the legion, this flag represents His Majesty the Death God of the Mexica. During the Mexica invasion, he was the commander-in-chief of the Northern Army. I was in the Southern Army, and I have never really met him."

". It is said that he is the incarnation of the god of death. He has terrible magic power. He can turn into a running black wolf and project lightning that explodes like thunder. It was he who destroyed the strong fortress at the mouth of the river, defeated the supreme king of condor, and captured destroyed the majestic capital of the kingdom. It was he who burned down the sacred Temple of the Three Gods and destroyed the village of my hometown!."

"Huh? So it turns out to be a very common pattern."

Alan blinked his eyes, inexplicably feeling a little lost. Then, she clenched the hunting bow tightly in her hand, and looked fiercely at the distant king under the wolf flag. The king wears a copper helmet covered with a face and a golden bronze armor, just like a god.

"Hmph! This is the evil Mexica leader? If he dares to approach the camp, I'll shoot him dead!"

With his head held high, Alan pulled his hunting bow confidently. Then, after thinking about it, she added.

"By the way, Dad said, to deal with the thick skin of the Mexica, you have to shoot the calf and the neck!"

"Alan, that's not thick leather, it's bronze armor."

Chippa said in a low voice.

"Bronze? What's that?"

"Well, bronze is hard, sharp gold."

"Is gold also hard and sharp?"

Alan was a little puzzled. Although the Northland is desolate, there are many open-pit sporadic gold and silver mines. There are trinkets made of gold and silver in all the ministries of the wasteland.

"Ah this."

Chippewa scratched his head. He is just an ordinary village militiaman, and he doesn't actually understand these things.

"Alan, anyway, our tribe is in the back camp, and we live very close together. In the evening, I will ask Captain Zukata to come and talk to you! He is a veteran warrior of the kingdom, very powerful, and knows a lot."

"Okay! Dad is also very interested in the southern tribes."

Afterwards, the two stopped talking, but looked nervously at the opposite army.

The sound of heavy war drums gradually increased. The formation of two thousand Ottopan warriors was completed and began to attack. Under the command of an armored warrior, they held a huge wooden shield, climbed along the mountain road, and slowly approached the towering camp.

Thousands of temple crossbowmen followed closely behind the warriors, praising the name of the main god. They were holding high-quality crossbows with fanatical expressions. Soon, the crossbowmen approached within seventy steps, snapped down their hanging knives, raised their heads and shot a rain of arrows!