Aztec Eternals

Dark clouds covered the sky and the earth, and the wind and rain covered the wilderness. The fleet sailed eastward, sailing against the current.

Xiulot sat cross-legged on the bow, holding an obsidian dagger in his arms, which made him feel relaxed. He looked at the mighty river, the undulating mountains, the verdant forests, and the birds. The raindrops fell, wet his long hair. The vapor blurs vision and makes the world seem far away.

He used to be a passerby spanning thousands of years, walking alone in silence, wandering in the wild past. Like the lost wild goose, hovering in the strange sky. Just watching the passage of time quietly, overlooking the magnificent mountains and rivers, my heart is free and distant. That is the loneliness of a traveler.

At some point, perhaps tired from flying, the wild goose finally landed gently on the bow of the boat. The young man is no longer free and helpless, he has emotions and concerns in his heart. He has a father and a grandfather, a teacher, a friend, a follower, and a future wife. With a real home, there is a real self.

The hometown is gone, and the place where the wild geese land is my hometown. Only when a teenager has someone he loves can he have a world to guard. With a world to protect, there are enemies to kill. No matter the enemy is a brave warrior, a noble king, or a white-skinned colonist.

A year of life and death changes, a year of fighting and fighting. The once soft and kind young traveler has transformed into a resolute and resolute young warrior. A warrior's strength comes from his contempt for death, but also his love for life, for those he cares about.

During this journey of drifting on the bow, Shulot held the long dagger tightly in his arms. He was extremely confident: "I have integrated into this world."

He continued to look around at the mighty fleet, thousands of boats galloping towards the end of the plateau, like a pack of wolves galloping and hunting. The warriors were silently gestating murderous intentions, the archers were wiping their life-killing weapons, and Avit and Akap were still discussing in low voices, waiting for the hunt to come!

The target of this hunting is the king who can threaten the lives of everyone, and also the power who can protect himself. How should power be used? Xiulot already has a clear answer.

It has been six days since the fleet sailed east. During these six days, they marched day after day, starting at dawn and retiring at dusk. The militiamen and samurai took turns rowing. The army finally entered the western frontier of the Mexica Union, Tepanica Pambang.

Here, the plateau stretches all the way up, and then there are continuous mountains. That is the most difficult position for sailing against the current. After crossing the high point of the river, you will go down to the fertile and prosperous Mexica Valley.

The army disembarked here, turned northeast, and headed for the Xilotepec camp. The boat division returned to the west to pick up the 10,000 militiamen who remained in the territory of the Otomi people.

Avit sent scouts who were good at running, all the way to the distant villages, looking for the intelligence messenger who had been waiting for a long time. The 14,000 warriors lined up in a marching formation, carrying only five days' food, and rushed to the northeast. Three thousand militiamen carried more food and grass and chased behind.

Xiulot also walked quickly. After a long period of exercise and sufficient nutrition, his stamina was comparable to that of ordinary adult warriors. During the march, he still had the strength to look at the surrounding farmland. Along the way, the north is the barren wilderness of the Otomi people, and the south is the sparse fields of the Tarasco people. As soon as you arrive at the territory of the Mexica city-state, you will see a large area of ​​connected cornfields.

At the end of August, the corn has already grown tall, as tall as a person. They have received plenty of rain, and there are little slender corn cobs growing between the broad branches and leaves. This is the harvest time. Xiulot stopped to check. The soil fertility in the field was limited, and the density of corn plants was not high. The corn at this time was smaller than that of later generations, and the grains were not full enough, but the harvest was still abundant, and the yield was higher than that of wheat commonly grown in Eurasia.

The kidney beans are also fully grown, and the pods poke out from the yellowed branches and leaves, looking curiously at the harvest field, and they are also ripening soon. At the bottom, there are remaining pumpkin leaves. The pumpkins had been harvested not long ago, and they were much smaller than later generations. However, the little pumpkins support the farmers through the most difficult season before harvest.

Seeing the stopped boy, Avit came from behind. He wiped the rainwater off his face, shook the mud on the sandals, and asked with a smile, "Sholot, what are you looking at?"

The young man smiled, pointed to the harvested fields and said, "The autumn harvest is just around the corner. I'm looking at this year's harvest. It's a good harvest! This is the foundation of the Mexica Alliance and the great cause of dominating the world."

In the age of classical empires, agriculture was everything, especially in Mesoamerica, which could not import food.

After listening, Avit also broke open a pod, put the black beans in his mouth and tasted it.

"Yes, the black beans are full and the corn ears are full. It is indeed a good year. Although the war has been going on for more than a year, the city-states have not excessively recruited militias to delay the important spring plowing. When the autumn harvest is completed this year and the war ceases, the food consumed by this war will also be reduced. It can be replenished. After another year of autumn harvest, we can send troops again."

Xiuluo nodded. The war has consumed too much food for the Mexica. Even with the abundance of the Texcoco Lake District and the looting of Xilotepec City, the city-state's inventory has been consumed for five years. Grain transportation away from the river is simply a bottomless pit of loss.

"For the next expedition, we must choose an offensive route supported by rivers. I have a perfect goal in my heart. Its land has both north and south waterways." The boy looked at his friend seriously.

Avit nodded in agreement: "It's the same as I thought. They have no allies to call, and they are the best opponents. It's time for me to make an end with my old friends."

After all, the two looked at each other and smiled, and regained their original tacit understanding.

The eagles spreading their wings pounced on the grass rats in the forest, but their eyes were already looking towards the future.

After rushing for half a day, the scouts finally connected with the intelligence personnel. According to recent news, there are 8,000 samurai and 16,000 militiamen sent to the Xilotepec camp as reinforcements from the three capital cities. Now it is only one day away from the army and two days away from Xilotepec city.

This is almost the largest mobilization directly under the four states. In the huge capital area, there are only two thousand warriors staying in the capital city in the lake, and the other thousand warriors are stationed in Texcoco and Tlacopan.

At this time, night was approaching, and the army set up camp to rest. The warriors regained their strength and waited for tomorrow's raid. Xiulot and Avit got together, and the two carefully calculated the important military forces nearby.

The 50,000 warriors directly under the royal family were scattered everywhere at this time.

Twelve thousand were in Atotonilco in the northeast, guarding against the Tlaxcalans, and it was difficult to return for a while. There are also three city-state legions, 24,000 people, half of which are city-state warriors. Although this force is huge, it is far away and does not have much impact on the overall situation.

Four thousand are directly under the city of Hirotepec. After the Otomi attack, their casualties are unknown. There is also a city-state legion stationed together. Riverside camps and food here are critical.

10,000 is directly in the hands of Avitt, and it has been completely controlled now. Followed by four thousand city-state warriors and three thousand militiamen, the army has only five days of food and grass.

There are still 10,000 directly in the hands of Tisok, who have been evacuated from Ottopan City. Accompanying him were 20,000 city-state warriors and 5,000 militiamen. They are currently suffering from the interruption of supply lines, marching in the rainy season in the mountains, and guerrilla attacks by the Otomi people.

The four thousand Teotihuacan warriors led by Husok will follow the king, and the armies of other city-states will probably retreat on their own.

Between Ottopan and Hirotepec, in the mountains and forests for more than two weeks, there are four camps where more than 30,000 militiamen transporting food are stationed. There will be a certain amount of food in the camp there, and the king who is short of food will definitely lead his army to the camp to replenish food and grass.

Three thousand directly subordinate warriors had been killed in the war against the Otomi people, and there were still three thousand remaining in the three cities of the capital. Although the three capital cities can mobilize tens of thousands of militias at any time, they are also far away and have little impact on the overall situation.

The last 8,000 direct warriors are on their way to support the Hirotepec camp, with 16,000 militiamen. Among them, there are already two thousand family warriors of Avit. This army is the key to changing the situation, it is close at hand, and it is at your fingertips.

After the discussion, everyone understood. The commander punched heavily on the freehand wooden map, which was the direction of northeast.

"Depart early tomorrow morning, speed up the march. We must catch this army before the sun goes down in the afternoon!"

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