Aztec Eternals

The continuous rain covers the world, and August is already the strongest season of the rainy season.

Another week of wind and rain in the blink of an eye. During this week, Avitt sat firmly on the Diaoyutai despite the wind and waves. He just quietly waited for the two most important news from the north and the east.

The Tarascos on the south bank organized several boat division attacks, but all of them were loud with thunder and little rain. Only three or four thousand harassing militiamen were transported here and there, scattered within a distance of several days upstream and downstream, exerting psychological pressure on the Mexica.

Xiulot was a little worried: "The city of Xilotepec has rebelled. If the Tarascos cross the river in large numbers, where should we retreat?"

Avit smiled slightly: "Son, you don't have to worry. Marching and fighting depends not only on the strength of both sides, but also on the fighting will of both sides."

"The Otomi are defending their homeland. They will not hesitate to sacrifice and do everything they can to stop the Mexica army. The Tarasco and Tlaxcala are just strategically cooperating to attract our troops. So as to relieve the siege of Ottopan City and prevent the Otomi people from perishing."

"Under such a goal, the Tarasco people will not have too much will to fight. At best, they will fight with the wind and take advantage of it, so that they will not cross the river on a large scale and fight to the death with us who occupy the ground. That way It was for the Otomi people to take chestnuts from the fire, and the casualties would be too heavy."

"However, if the king retreats, the Otomi people are attracted by the opportunity to encircle and annihilate us, so they may choose to let the king go and attack our rear. At this time, our geographical advantage will be wiped out by the attack. The Otomi people will do it." Pioneers, the Tarascos will seize this opportunity and cross the river in great numbers. They will echo the Otomi from north to south, and wipe us out."

"If my guess is correct, the king's messenger will be here soon." Avette paused, showing an unpredictable smile.

"Avit, what you said makes sense!" The boy agreed very much.

"Son, don't call me by my name, call me teacher!" Avet put on a serious face, and stretched out his hand to pinch the boy's face.

The daily exercise had an effect, and the young man jumped away quickly. It seems that the mood of the teacher and friend has not yet calmed down, so I should go to the guard camp to hide for another two days.

In less than two days, the king's messenger arrived as scheduled.

"... You have succeeded in resisting the enemy last time, and you need to continue to hold on. Tratoani generously gave you land and wealth. You are not allowed to take half a step back under the king's order. You must stick to the north bank of the Leman River until the fall of Ottopan City. When you return Ducheng, you are the first victory in this expedition! Promoted to vice king, reward Chinanampa."

The courier first made a majestic announcement in the big tent. Afterwards, he congratulated his younger brother with a smile on his face, and hoped that the future deputy king would live up to the king's heavy responsibility and sustenance, continue to persevere, and win the first victory in the expedition.

Arvit bowed his head to the king's will for the last time. With a firm face, he knotted the letter and the board respectfully. On his face was a firmness that would last until death, and an eagerness to look forward to the future, until the messenger left.

Then, he smiled at Xiulot: "The king is preparing to withdraw his troops."

The commander then withdrew the king's will and asked the officers loyal to him to convey new military orders. The warriors immediately prepared supplies and prepared to retreat.

The next morning, another huge fleet arrived from the capital. Avitt mobilized the influence of his matrilineal family to enlist as many boats as possible on Lake Texcoco. This time, another 100 large boats and 400 small boats were collected, with only basic food and the bottom line of paddlers.

Now, he has 300 large boats and 1,000 small boats in his hand, with a maximum carrying capacity of 17,000 people.

The Tarasco fleet was overwhelmed by the overwhelmingly superior Mexica boat division. They restrained their activities one after another, hid in the depths of Quetseo Lake, which connected the Leman River, and took shelter next to the fortress in the hinterland of Tarasco.

So far, everything is ready, only the east wind is owed, and the young man is eagerly looking north.

The next evening, the "east wind" finally came from the north. The dusty Akap has obviously lost a lot of weight, and he no longer has a graceful posture. However, when Shulot looked into his eyes, those eyes were piercing and radiating a dazzling look.

The three sat cross-legged. It was the same closed tent as last time, the same flickering bonfire, the same continuous wind and rain, but the excitement was different.

"We can't wait any longer, now is the time!" Akap shouted excitedly.

"The news of the rebellion in Xilotepec City came, and the food road was cut off. The city-state legion was in an uproar, and the 30,000 warriors were in chaos. Within a week, the leaders of the city-state legion gathered several times and proposed to retreat. The last time, even the direct subordinate Officers were also persuaded.

Because there are only three and a half weeks of food and grass left in the camp, and it will take at least two weeks to return to Jilotepec City. The supply line in the rear did not know when it would be restored, and guerrilla teams of the Otomi people could be seen everywhere in the mountains and forests.

The king couldn't hold back anymore and could only nod his head in agreement. Finally, I sent a wave of persistent messengers to you, and then I started to pack up the tents, gather up the scattered legions, and prepare to return to the Xilotepec camp.

I had one last secret meeting with Commander Shursoke. The head of the group has gathered four thousand warriors under his command, and will always follow the king and stay close to Tisok, waiting for our arrival! "

Avit also suppressed his excitement and nodded: "The army has been packed, and we can board the ship and return east at any time. My loyal two thousand family warriors have joined the new batch of reinforcements assembled in the capital, and will soon support the city of Xilotepec." camp."

"Let's go by the boat owner, first take over this reinforcement, and then take down the Xilotepec camp, cutting off the king's return. If it goes well enough, we will take down the nearest mountain camp and bid farewell to my brother there!"

After finishing speaking, the two hugged each other firmly, with burning flames in their eyes.

The teenager is caught in the middle, and has the illusion of being a sandwich ham. He couldn't help but shouted for help: "Tisok is just an old weed rat, don't get too excited. Young condors, your eyes are on the whole world!"

After hearing this sentence, Avit and Acap were slightly taken aback, then laughed heartily, and hugged the boy even harder.

The world is in my arms, and my heart is like fire. A night without dreams, full of fighting spirit!

Early the next morning, Arvet broke camp and boarded the ship.

After the battle of crossing the river, he had 14,000 warriors and 13,000 militiamen in his hands, and the maximum transport capacity of the boat division was 17,000. The commander left 10,000 militiamen to garrison five camps, and ordered them to retreat or surrender on their own as long as they stood firm for two days. When retreating, try to follow the river to the upper east, so that when the fleet returns, they can be picked up as quickly as possible.

Next, 14,000 warriors and 3,000 militiamen boarded the fleet. With only two weeks' food and grass, the army hurried upstream to the east. The samurai and the militia took turns to replace the oarsmen, and the boat continued. At this speed, it is estimated that it will take only ten days to reach the vicinity of the Xilotepec camp.

Standing on the big boat, the wind and rain are blowing, and the journey is long. Shulot looked at the camp on the north bank for a while.

Under Avit's order, the militiamen planted flags widely, and the commander's banner stood at the highest point of the cottage to temporarily confuse the enemies on the south bank. There is more than a month's food and grass in the camp.

The militiamen stood silently on the barracks, watching the fleet go eastward with low morale. Nearly a hundred loyal warriors also stayed there, maintaining the most basic order. Their destiny is to sacrifice and wait.

The big boat starts, the two sides pass by, and the river is surging. Shulot's heart is full of cold hardness, which is the cruelty of reality. He took one last look at the south bank, where the great banner of King Tarasco was still high, and the shrines of the priests could be seen faintly, while the warriors and militia were scattered.

When can we meet again? There is a warm smile on the corner of the boy's mouth, which is the expectation and confidence in the future, as if the hot flame dispelled the cold.

"When we meet again, it will be a complete conquest!"