Aztec Eternals

As night fell, deep darkness came from the sky, covering the cactus at the foot of the mountain. The sound of crows surrounds the rugged mountains, and the simple camp reflects the nightless bonfire, which makes people feel desolate.

Ozoma stood alone on the watchtower of the camp. The balance in his heart shook back and forth, just like the fire in his eyes.

"Big boss!"

Chief Red Monkey sighed quietly.

In the past few days, the offensive of the Southern Allied Forces has been blocked by the formidable front battalion. Hundreds of Otomi warriors fell under Taniguchi's camp, and more than a dozen enemy nobles died in battle!

The leader of Chichika was quite excited, and sent an envoy to praise Ozoma, and sent the first batch of 1,000 reinforcements on time. The chief himself summoned all the ministries in the valley, while recruiting Dingkou, while preparing for the big sacrifice.

According to the plan, all the chiefs will swear allegiance in blood at the grand sacrifice, and promise to their ancestors that they will never surrender! According to the message from the messenger, the preparations for the blood sacrifice have been completed, and the grand sacrifice will be held in these two days soon.

"The leader of Chichika is brave and strong, rewards and punishments are fair, and he keeps what he says. If all the ministries are united and resist to the end under the leadership of the leader, will they be able to hold the valley?"

Ozoma thought for a long time, unable to make up his mind. He looked down at the camp again, where the catapults and wooden beasts built by the Mexica spread out, which made people feel uneasy.

"The Great Chief Death God has profound mana and is mysterious. If he summons fire from the sky and emits thunder, will the soldiers be able to stabilize their morale and hold the camp?"

Chief Red Monkey thought for another quarter of an hour, but still couldn't make a decision. He couldn't help laughing at himself in a low voice.

"Red monkey, red monkey, you have always been smart, but when faced with a life-and-death decision, you think about it, and you can't make up your mind at all! If you don't make a decision, you don't have the guts. You can only rely on the strong all your life."

The watchtower in the camp was built hastily. Although it is called a building, it is actually just a shed built on a big tree, plus a ten-meter-long rope ladder hanging down to the ground. A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the shed of the watchtower swayed in the air, and Ozoma's body trembled together. He lowered his head, looked at the ground eight or nine meters away, and shook his head.

"The hut in the sky is crumbling in the wind. How can we stay in danger?... Chief, if you had retreated earlier, my loyalty would not have wavered!"

After finishing speaking, Ozoma climbed down the rope ladder like an ape, and landed on both feet in a moment. He jumped twice on the spot, felt the firmness of the soles of his feet, and quickly returned to the main tent.

The main tent is actually still a shed, but it is closed on all sides and has a slightly larger area. The roof of the shed is open to the air, with a fire pit in the middle. Chief Red Monkey sat cross-legged in front of the firepit, watching the flickering flames, and continued to meditate on the situation.

The Red Monkey tribe now has more than 3,000 fighters, occupying the front battalion on the Taniguchi Highlands, facing the front of the Mexica soldiers. A few miles behind the front camp is the main camp of Red Dog. The leader of Chichika has more than 4,000 elite fighters in his hands, and he is still recruiting valley tribes. A few miles further on, near the city of Palms, is the back camp of the Red Crow Tribe. In the rear battalion, there are more than 2,000 defeated troops gathered from various ministries, and they are currently being reorganized.

The front camp on the high ground, the main camp at the valley mouth, and the rear camp in the valley, the three rely on each other to form a regular triangle. Although the mouth of the Palms valley was open, the front battalion was stuck on a key high ground. If the Southern Allied Forces did not capture the front battalion, they would not be able to go deep with peace of mind. And when the southern coalition forces besieged the steep front camp, the troops from the rear camp and the main camp could continue to attack the flanks of the coalition forces.

In short, the Taniguchi line of defense was carefully arranged by the chief. Although it looked rough and simple, it was not weak.

"It's just that my Red Monkey Tribe is stuck here as a blocking stone, there is no way to retreat! No, not necessarily."

Thinking of this, Ozoma raised his head and ordered the guards around him.

"Zukata, is Zukata back? Tell him to come and meet me!"

The personal guard went out of the account to check the meeting, and then returned to report.

"Chief, Zukata went out this morning to send the warrior from the Red Frog tribe back south, but he hasn't returned yet."

"Huh? You won't be bumped into by Amosi's attack team, right? Although Zukata looks dull, he has always been careful and prudent in his work, so he won't make such a mistake."

Ozoma frowned, thought for a while, and then shouted in a deep voice.

"Let the scouts who are patrolling the periphery today come to see me!"

In less than a quarter of an hour, a red-haired scout hurried over. After Ozoma asked a few words, he stood up in shock and grabbed the scout by the collar.

"What did you say?! After Zukata came back, he went north again!"

"Ah? Chief, don't you know?"

The scout looked at the chief in surprise and fear.

"Captain Zukata said that he received your order to contact the Red Deer tribe in the north. He also brought a few spear guards. Just this afternoon, not long after Chief Amosi's attack team passed by..."

"...Damn it! Call me all the spear guards!"

Ozuma's face was livid, and he pushed the scout away. An ominous premonition rose in his heart. It seemed that there was an invisible hand forcing him to make a choice.

After a while, the spear guards lined up in front of the tent. Chief Red Monkey took a brief count, and all the guards from the Condor tribe were gone. He asked the soldiers of the guards again, and when he heard that each of them carried a small package, which he said was a gift for Chief Red Deer, his heart sank.

"Zukata, Zukata! I regard you as a confidant, and I value you so much, but you betrayed me!"

Ozoma roared in his heart, furious. He clenched his baton silently, his expression like a gloomy sky. However, when the anger subsided a little, an uncontrollable panic surged into his heart again.

"Where will Zucata go? He knows the secret communication between me and the Mexica, and has been recruited by the chief. If he tells the chief Chichika."

Thinking of the great chief's anger, Chief Red Monkey couldn't help but shudder. I don't know when, the majesty of the great leader has been deeply buried in his heart, and it is indestructible.

Ozoma closed his eyes in pain. At this moment, countless thoughts surged in his mind, and countless emotions fluctuated in his chest. He was angry, he was afraid, he regretted, he was at a loss, he was painful and he made a decision!

"A big leader like a wolf king! I know that you will never tolerate betrayal, so I can only choose to betray"

After a long time, Ozoma let out a long breath and sighed with emotion. Then, he seemed to have unloaded the burden of choice and gained the long-lost relaxation. Things have come to this point, there is no other way, but to survive all the way. The chief red monkey's thoughts became active again, and he became a smart red monkey again.

"Pike Guards, go to the gate of the camp to guard! Guards, bring the two rattan baskets I prepared! Yes, the two heaviest ones."

Ozoma ordered in a deep voice. Then, he looked to the back of the camp, a closed shed that was closely guarded.

"Please bring our southern guests here!"

The guards followed orders. After a while, led by two red-haired warriors, the poet Balamo walked over wearing traditional dog-born clothes with a melancholy expression.

"Ozoma, my friend from afar."

Balamo lowered his head slightly, stretched his arms, and performed the etiquette on the wasteland. Afterwards, he recited a poem-like greeting, and he didn't seem to feel any discomfort under house arrest.

"In Qingxiao's secret words, I came with a lofty vision. I followed the guidance of the Lord God and wanted to travel with you in the wilderness. In the evening wind of this valley, the future is so bright and full of promises. You And why do you keep avoiding and don't want to meet me?"

"Ugh haha!"

Looking at Balamo's bright eyes, Ozoma's face twitched, not knowing how to answer. He reluctantly laughed twice, stepped forward, and kindly took the poet's arm.

"My friend, it takes time for a cactus to bloom, and it takes time for the fruit to grow. Now, I would like to swim with you in the wilderness with my arms like a brother! In order to show my sincerity and the friendship between brothers, I I have already prepared a gift for you!"

Saying that, Ozoma waved his hand readily. The two personal guards jointly carried a heavy rattan basket, and it was heavy in front of the poet's eyes.

"I heard that the tribes in the south like this kind of white metal. Haha, my brother, here is a hundred catties, all of which belong to you!"

"One hundred catties of silver?!"

Even though he was well-informed, Palamo's face twitched at this moment, and his heart was shocked. He hastily stretched out his hand, grabbed a rough and refined lump, and took a bite in his mouth, and there was a special light sweet taste. Although the refinement of these round blocks is extremely rough, they are real silver.

"Hoo hoo!"

After a while, the poet regained his strength and grabbed Ozoma's hand suddenly.

"Ozoma, my good brother! Enough of your sincerity! Let's talk about a bright future!"

"Okay! Good brother! I still have a basket of white metal here, paired with red gemstones, it's a gift for His Highness."

Seeing the poet's performance, Ozoma sneered in his heart, but also pressed the poet's hand. It was nothing more than a hundred catties of useless white metal, neither edible nor wearable, and the Mexica envoy was astonished. You must know that in the old lair of the various ministries of Guajili, on the wasteland of Satskas, the white metal raw ore is piled up into hills, and no one cares at all!

In fact, there are extremely large silver deposits on the Satskasse Moor. The Fresnillo silver mining area with the largest reserves in the world is located here. The reason why the Spaniards launched the Chichimec War and fought hard in the wilderness for fifty years is for this unparalleled silver mining area.

In the more than 400 years after the discovery, the total silver mined in the Fresnillo silver mining area was 100,000 tons, which produced nearly one-tenth of the world's silver! Until 2013, this silver mining area still had an annual output of more than 700 tons, second only to the Cannington silver mine in Australia. The world's largest silver mining company is named after Fresnillo. All in all, the silver mines in the Satscas Wasteland are wealth that can change the currency circulation in the world, and also forged the reputation of the Mexican Eagle Ocean in later generations!

The bonfire swayed and reflected on the basket of silver, reflecting a moving and shining white light. The two people in the light pressed their hands together, their eyes met, with the same sincerity and the same smile on their faces. In the silvery light, they whispered in whispers, discussing the bright future, and also affecting the belonging of the Northland.

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