Aztec Eternals

September is the end of the rainy season with scattered rain and overcast skies. Under the sky, there is a solid wooden camp, and there are tens of thousands of Mexica warriors inside and outside the camp.

Last September, the boy left here with King Tisok's army. In September of this year, he returned with the army of King Avit's brother. Come and go in a hurry, life is just like a reincarnation, only the heart of the samurai changes.

Standing outside the camp, Shulot carefully observed the defense of the city. The camps of the various Mexican tribes were always similar.

The outermost perimeter is a dense wooden fence. The fence is within the range of throwing stones and bows and arrows, and is the first line of defense to hinder the enemy.

Further inside, there is a wall made of logs. The height and thickness of the wall determine the maximum defense capability of the camp. The wall here is only more than two meters high and less than one meter wide, but it is enough to form a garrison advantage and give attackers enough physical punishment and attack attenuation. At this time, all damaged positions inside and outside the wall have been repaired.

There are dense warriors on the walls of the walled village. They are neatly dressed, carrying weapons and shields, and they are probably guarding against the Otomi people at any time. There are also a large number of militiamen among the warriors.

Xiulot was surprised to find that the militiamen were also armed as much as possible. They were basically equipped with shields, some were holding warrior's clubs, and some were wearing ill-fitting broken leather armor. The boy took a closer look at the pattern on the leather armor, but it was in the shape of the Otomi people.

The young man couldn't help but nodded in approval, and at the same time had a serious expression: "The commander here is very good, and the damage will be huge if you attack."

Following the chanting of warrior Pu Su on the wall of the stronghold, the defenders of the watchtower stopped. Although the warriors near the wall were a little turbulent, and there were voices of questioning, they still obeyed orders in action.

Shulot continued to watch and recognized the flag of the simple warrior: "This is the flag of the commander of the legion. The warriors in the battalion obeyed his command, and it is very likely that it is the current commander Kuluka."

Avette nodded, he didn't speak, he was just waiting for the response from the leader of the city.

Warrior Pu Su stood behind the watchtower on the wall of the stronghold, and first issued a few instructions to mobilize the defensive troops in the camp. Then, he carefully covered his figure, looked out of the camp through the gap of the watchtower, and looked at Ketoko's flag in the army.

Not long after, a group of warriors climbed up the wall and shouted in unison to the army outside the camp: "Are the reinforcements from Tenochtitlan outside the camp? Commander Ketoko, please come forward and speak." Commander Ketoko, please come forward and speak!"

Shulot looked at Avette.

The teacher pondered for a moment, then waved his hand to let Stanley go down. Not long after, Ketoko was escorted here. The elite warriors put on a commander's costume for him, and then "surrounded" him tightly.

"Call to open the gate of the village." Avit stared sharply at Ketoko's trembling body, "You are the real third-level nobleman of the alliance. Otherwise."

It was said that Stanley, who was like a giant bear, stretched out his thick and powerful hands, and gently wrapped them around Ketoko's neck, as if he was touching a delicate and fragile jade. Two days ago, it was also these hands that easily broke Ketoko's back flag.

Ke Tuoke immediately felt like an electric shock, and his chubby body shook like a sieve. He was so weak that he was almost half-supported by the warriors, and walked to a position less than a hundred meters away from the wall of the village. His command banner was also held aloft by the warriors.

"I am Commander Ketoko of the reinforcements!" The trembling voice was too sharp and out of tune.

Looking at the large number of warriors on the wall, the great noble Ke Tuoko was shocked, as if he had found some kind of strength. Afterwards, his face became agitated, and he continued to open his mouth, wanting to shout loudly to remind Chengzhai something.

At this moment, Stanley's big hand was timely and gently placed on the back of Ketoko's neck again.

A certain force left quickly, and Ketoko opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't say a word, as if performing a silent pantomime, performing in front of tens of thousands of warriors in the camp.

Stanley was a little anxious. He tried to keep his face calm, and put a little force on the back of his neck. Then he opened his mouth slightly and made a soft voice: "Let them open the door!"

Ketoko trembled again, but remained speechless. At this moment, he neither had the courage to resist, to warn the city, nor the courage to betray, to open the gate of the camp.

He just stood there blankly, staring blankly at the top of the city, like a puppet whose life was sucked out, and he became both a mute and a deaf man.

Xiulot couldn't help shaking his head. Arvette frowned too.

The noisy warriors gradually quieted down, and they watched the scene in front of them. There was a strange silence on the walled city. Soon, a tense atmosphere began to spread inside and outside the camp, and the warriors touched the weapons behind them uneasily.

Arvit finally shook his head. He gave orders with a serious expression, and the 20,000 warriors outside the camp unfolded one by one, showing a battle formation, and gradually surrounded the Xilotepec camp.

Shulot continued to observe for a while, and found that the warriors in the city wall hadn't untied their weapons yet, with obvious confusion and hesitation on their faces.

The young man said, "Avit, you might as well put on the god-born king's costume, pick up the scepter, and go to the camp to surrender again. Even if it doesn't work, it can shake the hearts of the people in the camp and facilitate the next attack."

Arvit hesitated for a moment, then decided to take a risk. After all, there is no longbow on the top of the city, only a simple bow with little power. He put on the red armor of the beast helmet, held the gorgeous feather shield tightly in his left hand, and held up the gemstone scepter in his right hand. Under the cover of the heavy shields of hundreds of jaguar warriors, he came to the gate of the city wall.

"Quickly open the gate of the village, the new king is here!"

"King Tisok was attacked in Ottopan, and has been killed by the cruel Otomi! His noble brother has succeeded in Tenochtitlan and became the incomparably holy Tratoani!"

Shulot and Akap also followed left and right. Wearing convincing priestly robes, they solemnly shouted to the top of the city with the unique and simple accents of priests.

Qingyue's simple voice resounded through the camp, bringing shocking news.

Just like facing a herd of jaguars, the camp was in an uproar in an instant. The warriors on the wall whispered to each other and looked down the city in shock. Their gazes were focused on the majestic and solemn Avit, and on the sparkling gem scepter, and they exclaimed.

The simple warrior behind the wall also poked his head out and carefully looked at Avit in the king's attire. He glanced at the young man dressed as a coyote priest again, looked around at the 20,000 warriors surrounding the camp, and finally yelled angrily at the left and right.

"The king is not dead, you stupid turkeys! The ones below are the rebels, the enemy!"

Shulot's eyelids twitched. He looked up at the simple warrior jumping on the wall, and suddenly became interested in him.

The confrontation above and below the wall continued, and the warriors finally took off their shields and weapons, and the serious murderous intent spread accordingly. Years of training brings muscle response. Willing or not, confused or not, the Mexica warriors are ready to kill. The battle is imminent.

Arvette frowned deeply.

He stared at the plain warriors shouting on the wall, Senhan flashed in his eyes. Then he turned slightly sideways and looked at the young man beside him: "Shoot him to death!"

Xiuluo nodded. He gestured to Berthard who was not far away, and pointed to the command flag on the wall of the stronghold.

Bertard complied and saluted. He summoned the best archers in the Longbow Guard, and fifty longbows aimed at the simple warriors on the wall at the same time. Soon, the bowstring was drawn, bringing out a dull buzzing sound.

As soon as he saw the archer's movement, the simple warrior on the wall quickly jumped back, like a vigilant ape. He hid behind the thick watchtower again, as if he had been prepared for a long time.

The longbow resounded like thunder, and the long arrows flew like lightning. Dozens of feathered arrows arrived in no time, deeply piercing the position where Pu Su warrior had just stood. The archers were no more than seventy or eighty steps away from the wall, which was the most powerful distance for a flat shot. The armor-piercing copper arrows were completely inserted into the wall, penetrating more than an inch into the wood.

Xiulot saw a hand quickly poke out from behind the watchtower, felt the size of the long arrow pierced into the wood, pulled an arrow without pulling it out, and then quickly retracted it, like an ape stealing a peach.

The boy couldn't help laughing.

Arvit didn't smile. He raised his scepter aloft, swung it forward vigorously, and conveyed the command to attack.

Soon, the drum of attack was sounded. The sound of the war drum was rapid and low, accompanied by the terrifying roar of the jaguar warrior. The 20,000 warriors raised their weapons, ready to charge and destroy the wall in front of them.

However, at this critical moment, a piercing conch horn sounded in the camp, and the gate of the camp suddenly opened.

Shulot saw the plainly dressed samurai again. Wearing leather armor, he bowed his waist, carried a command flag on his back, held a thick shield high, and walked out under the protection of a dozen shield-bearing warriors.

"We surrender!" Warrior Pu Su walked out of the gate, took down the command flag behind his back, and threw it on the ground. Then, in front of everyone, he knelt down on the ground, not forgetting to continue to block the heavy shield in front of him.

Seeing this scene, the boy was dumbfounded.