Aztec Eternals

The sun shines on the vast plains of the plateau. Under the sky, two huge legions approached each other. The warriors fly the same banner, wear the same armor, speak the same language, and have familiar faces. One side is welcoming the friendly army noisy and excitedly, while the other side is silently waiting for the opponent.

The king waved the banner under the guard of honor, signaling to the opposite side to speed up. The middle-aged commander Ke Tuoko on the opposite side was not in a hurry, and even started to slow down, his suspicion was increasing. Shulot was a little confused. He looked at the Chinese army further back, but found that two thousand warriors were already moving slowly. It was obvious that they were the ones who were really waving the flag.

Only two to three hundred meters away from the banner, the middle-aged commander looked at the king's banner for a while again, and seemed to have finally determined that something was wrong. He suddenly stopped, and eagerly shouted a few words to the side, and then the flag bearer beside him quickly waved the flag asking for support, the musician blew the sharp warning conch horn, and the guards surrounded the commander and began to retreat.

Avit didn't wait any longer, he immediately waved. With flags waving and war drums beating, one thousand jaguars and three thousand warriors pounced on Ketoko not far away, and the remaining ten thousand warriors also divided into two teams, separating the front army and rear army from the two wings. The two thousand Avit family warriors in the central army also quickly separated left and right, half of them separated the remaining two thousand Chinese army, and the other half flanked the middle-aged commander from behind.

Gather momentum like a flat lake, launch like thunder. In just a short while, Ketoko was surrounded by five thousand warriors. Shulot and Acap commanded the accompanying priests and warriors to shout loudly: "King Tissok has been attacked and has been killed by the Otomi! His noble brother has succeeded to the throne and became the new Tratoani! "

"The king is dead, and the king's younger brother will take the throne!" Horrific shouts resounded across the field. Avet held up the scepter representing royal power, and carried the huge commander-in-chief banner, shining in the golden light of the setting sun. The bright light caught the soldiers' attention, and the warriors of the three armies on the opposite side hesitated for a while. They watched the faces of their comrades left and right, quietly lowered their weapons, and stopped their rush to support, not knowing what to do.

Only the besieged Ketoko was still shouting loudly, commanding hundreds of guards to respond to the enemy, while ordering the Chinese army not far away to support. The warriors of the Chinese army hesitated for a moment, and then prepared to fight again under the order of the middle-aged commander.

The warrior chief Berthard glanced at Shulot and asked for the command to shoot. The 150-strong Longbow Guard had already moved to a position more than 200 meters away from Ketoko. They nocked their arrows and aimed at Ketoko and the commander's guard from a distance.

The young warrior hesitated slightly at first: Once the longbow fired an arrow, the commander and a large number of guards on the opposite side would inevitably suffer heavy casualties. After only thinking for a few seconds, he made a decision.

The young warrior frowned, with murderous look in his eyes, and he was about to wave his hand to give orders.

At this moment, a tall and strong young jaguar warrior suddenly roared like a tiger and rushed out from the family warrior group behind. He snatched the heavy shield from his comrade-in-arms, raised the double shields, and rushed into the thin guards, one of them jumped up like a fierce tiger, and smashed towards Ke Tuoko.

The middle-aged commander is obviously no longer as agile as before. He turned around to retreat, but his footsteps couldn't keep up with the movement of turning his head, and he was still knocked down by the pounce of the young jaguar. Then the young warrior knocked Ketoko unconscious with a shield strike. Then strangle him around the neck to deter the surrounding guards. The guards lost their command and retreated, so the warriors turned their battle sticks and skillfully stunned them with wooden sides.

Afterwards, the young jaguar warrior broke Ketoko's command flag with both hands, and roared proudly.

The 6,000 reinforcement soldiers stared blankly at the slowly falling banner, at the 2,000 comrades who suddenly "rebelled", as well as Ketoko and the guards who were captured under the banner. In their ears were the cries of "The king is dead, the younger brother is on the throne!" In their sight, Avit's king's guard of honor and the jeweled scepter were shining brilliantly in the setting sun. Finally, they looked around at twice as many warriors surrounding them.

The warriors of the reinforcements finally put down their weapons. They fell to their knees and surrendered to their superior compatriots and to the authority of the god-born royal family. The incident happened suddenly and without clear instructions, the militiamen in the rear team were at a loss. They watched the royal family's strife chaotically, until the victor had appeared, and the militia leaders met with them one after another, offering food, grass and loyalty.

Avit quickly dispatched his cronies, seized the surrendered reinforcements, and took all the battalion-level "thousand commanders" and legion-level "ten thousand commanders" into custody. The captive Kotoko and his bodyguard were stripped of their armor and weapons, and handed over to the care of the most loyal family warriors.

This brief attack lasted less than a quarter of an hour. The warriors on both sides restrained each other. In total, only more than 60 commanders and guards died in battle, and more than 100 warriors were slightly injured.

When the sun had completely set in the sky, Avet finally had some free time. He gathered his cronies together for a simple post-victory marching dinner, complete with two shots of tequila each. Then he stretched out his hand and beckoned the young jaguar warrior to come closer. The warrior took off his beast helmet, knelt down respectfully, and saluted Avit.

Xiu Luote looked at it seriously, the warrior who killed the general and captured the flag just now was only twenty-four or five years old. He has short hair and wide forehead, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and wears a jaguar bone ring symbolizing bravery on his nose. The bone ring fell on the thick lips, carrying the wild breath of the jungle. Between the opening and closing of the tiger's eyes, there was even a ferocious killing intent that could not be concealed, like a walking beast.

Avit smiled and introduced to Shulot and Acap: "This is the youngest jaguar warrior in my family, 24-year-old Staley. He once captured eight senior Tela Scala warrior, thus promoted to a first-class military noble, is a warrior who is more ferocious than a jaguar!"

"Sterry, you fought well this time, and you won the flag! When you finish your mission and return to the capital, I will promote you to a second-class hereditary nobleman! Come, salute and toast to everyone sitting here."

Staley raised his head, his young face was full of high-spirited confidence. He glanced at the generals arrogantly, then nodded at Avit's order, bowed slightly, and tried his best to restrain the fierce fighting spirit on his body.

He first saluted and toasted to the fifth-level coyote priest Shulot respectfully. Then he paused, and skipped directly beside Shulot, the plainly dressed warrior captain Berthard. Respectfully again, salute and toast to Akap who has been promoted to the third-level black and white priest.

Just as the fifth-level coyote priest represents Shulotel, the god of death, the third-level black and white priest also represents the most revered god of day and night by the Otomi, Omet Ottel. In the myths of different tribes, the status of the gods varies greatly. The most noble chaos priest of the Otomi people can only be used as an ordinary third-level black and white priest here in the Mexica.

Shulot noticed a flash of anger in the eyes of the warrior commander beside him, and then quickly recovered his silence. He sighed softly and reached out to pat Bertard on the shoulder. When I go back this time, I will definitely be promoted to the rank of warrior commander as a first-class military noble.

Berthard was born in the civilian class. Although he was extremely brave and good at fighting, and had good commanding skills, he was wasted in the army. After being promoted to a fourth-level senior warrior at the age of thirty, it was difficult to make further progress for several years, and he was stubbornly stuck at the threshold of the elite battle group of military aristocrats.

Olosh, who was also in his thirties and born aristocrats, was a long-established jaguar warrior, a first-class military nobleman, and the "thousand commander" of the old barracks under the regiment commander Xiu Suoke.

But in front of him, Staley, who was born in a royal family, was only twenty-four years old, and he was already a senior first-class military nobleman, and he was about to become a second-class hereditary nobleman!

In Shulot's view, the three of them are actually quite equal in force, and Berthard is even better when counting bows and arrows. In terms of commanding ability, the older and experienced Bertard and Olosh also have obvious advantages. But in this era, and even in the next era, people's destiny cannot be completely controlled by themselves. Being born in a family has already determined the speed of ascent and the ceiling of promotion.

"In addition to education reform, military reform should also be considered. At least the passage from civilian warriors to military nobles must be opened up. Battalion commanders of the troops need experienced senior civilian warriors." Xiu Luote made up his mind.

Then everyone toasted and drank together, enjoying a carefree micro-intoxication under the low-alcohol tequila. These wines were found from the logistics supplies of the reinforcements, but at four or five degrees, they were like white water to the strong warriors.

The two cups were quickly finished, and after a simple dinner, Avit ordered the generals to return to the camp. The samurai have to resume combat status and prepare for the next battle.

There were only three people left by the campfire. The fire was extinguished, and the three of them looked at each other for a moment, then laughed heartily. Today is the first and most crucial step to a successful hunt.

Now, they already have 22,000 warriors, nearly 20,000 militiamen, and military orders to support the Xilotepec camp!

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