Aztec Eternals

When the two received the message, they fell into deep thought.

Shulot clenched his fists. He seemed to be able to vaguely see his father's resolute face and see the difficulties of the Teotihuacan Legion from the words.

In his mind, his father was a truly strong warrior. He never said soft words to himself. Even before he set out to fight, his comfort was: "My son, you must be as strong as a warrior. As a warrior, you must be calm and take death as your way home!"

Father just buried the warmth deeply in his heart. He would feel sorry for his exhaustion after being captured, and wanted to let his son rest; he would hold his hand tightly to remind his son to be careful; he would kiss his forehead and hold his son in his chest. Oh, and when I was just born, I lifted my son high and laughed heartily.

Thinking of this, the boy smiled warmly.

Perhaps influenced by his grandmother who was born as a commoner, his father did not have much ambition for power, but was pushed forward step by step by his grandfather. He doesn't have the cold-bloodedness of the great nobles who treat common people like worthless things and their children like pawns. He can only cover the fragile feelings of common people with strength.

This time, the father was willing to risk his life, lurking beside the king, ready to give up a blow at any time. This is not for him personally, but for his son, Shulot.

The boy silently closed his eyes. In the adult world, there is no love for no reason. Grandfather loves himself because of his extraordinary achievements and family achievements; Avit loves himself because of his talents and common ideals; Berthard loves himself because of his oath of guardianship and the hope of ordinary people. If you lose these, love will stay, you will not give up, but you will leave in the end.

In this world, only father is the only person who loves himself unconditionally. From his birth until his death. Shulot will always trust his father and give his back.

As for the future wife, the present teenager has no way of knowing. He is willing to give all his heart and energy to one person, restrain all his desires on one person, and only hope for a lifetime of sincere love.

"Our plan must be changed." After pondering for a moment, Avit put his arms around the boy's shoulder. He awakened the dazed young man from the soft memory and returned to the cold and hard reality.

"The source of the 30,000 army is complicated, and it is impossible to completely block the news. Someone must secretly inform Tisok. He will soon know our existence and our general strength."

"Our original plan was to gather 30,000 warriors to control this key marching passage and food camp, thereby forcing the food-deficient Tisok army to come here for a decisive battle. The terrain here is open and the mountains are sparse. Once Tisok is defeated, he will It's hard to get into the woods and escape."

"But now, Tisok has abandoned most of the city-state legions and concentrated all the food in his hands. With the decisiveness of the commander-in-chief Totek, after he judges the superiority of our troops and the terrain of the camp, it is likely to Convince Tissock to get out of the way."

"Their food can barely support 8,000 people to return to the capital. If Totek is willing to lead the legion to take risks, endure huge losses, and go into the unknown mountains and forests in the south regardless, Tisok is likely to escape Back to the Valley of Mexico. It's very difficult for us to completely intercept them in that restricted terrain."

"Now Tisok is trapped in the mountains and forests, food is scarce, information is limited, and he knows nothing about the situation in the capital. His army is easily influenced by our words, and the loyalty of the warriors is at the bottom of the most easily shaken. This is At his weakest."

"Once Tisok returns to the Mexica Valley, even if he escapes alone, he will still be able to regain the support of the chief priest Kechar. When he establishes contact with the great nobles, he promises rewards, recruits the legion again, and restores food Supplies, we are in big trouble!"

"At that time, the priests and nobles of both sides will stand separately, and the situation will evolve into a full-scale civil war between the two royal groups, and we will become sinners who split the alliance!"

Xiulot nodded with a serious face.

The strength of King Tisok is not just the army in his hands. More importantly, behind him, the chief priests, some royal families and great nobles who supported him. Once these people have the righteous title of the king, they can mobilize several legions, tens of thousands of militiamen, and collect sufficient food and grass.

And there are still many military forces that are suspicious in the outside world. There are nearly 20,000 city-state warriors in the mountains outside Hirotepec, and there are four 8,000-man regiments of Uncle Troll in Atotonilco, and the eleven states of the alliance can mobilize again. Once these forces are involved, the outcome is uncertain, but the destructive power of the civil war will surely increase exponentially.

"Then what should we do? Raid with light soldiers?" Shulot asked after thinking about it.

Avit turned his hands behind his back, paced and thought repeatedly, and then made up his mind.

"The 30,000 army cannot gather here and wait! I want to send out 20,000 warriors, with 4,000 men as an army, spread scouts widely, set up checkpoints layer by layer, and block the mountain roads in the south and the wilderness in the east. Tisok must not be released." past!"

"Leave only 10,000 elite warriors in the camp, and hide 3,000 of them to give the opponent the illusion that they can win. Tisok doesn't know the situation in the capital now, and he doesn't know Xiusoke's identity. With his arrogant character , if the strength is superior, it will not escape, and it is very likely to take a risk."

"Flare my banner, and lure Tisok with food and myself!"

"If Tisok hasn't arrived after three days, I will personally lead 3,000 elite warriors to attack his main formation with light soldiers! Take the remaining 7,000 people and follow up as soon as possible."

Having said that, Avette's face finally showed cruelty and coldness again.

"If this battle makes him escape, we will go directly south and seize the capital. Don't think about the long-term, just sacrifice all the chief priests and the great nobles to suppress all threats. The capital in the lake is eternal. The unfallen fortress, with which we are invincible."

"My sons are still young and don't have the posture of a king. If I die in battle, the royal guard of honor will be handed over to you, and the scepter will be passed on to my eldest daughter."

"You can tell the warriors that you were born on the day of Montezuma's death, born of the sky, and the morning star brightened. You are the reincarnation of the great king, with divine kingship! Stanley will lead my family of warriors, and support me The nobles of the royal family are loyal to you and Alyssa. Shulot, treat her well!"

Avit's face was cold and hard. His eyes flickered slightly, he stretched out his big hand, stayed on the boy's neck for a moment, and then stroked the boy's cheek.

Xiulot had no time to think, and the shock appeared on the boy's face. At this moment, his mind was blank. This is the first time that Avitt mentioned his own death, clarifying the relationship of the inheritance of the great cause. This is the inheritance of the Mexica kingship, and it has always been bloody and slaughtered.

After a while, the boy subconsciously took a step forward, hugging his teacher and friend's chest tightly. He felt the love of a father, which moved his heart and made his voice choke.

"No Avit, you won't die"

Holding the boy in his arms, Avit's eyes finally softened, revealing a sincere smile.

The action of the samurai never delays. Early the next morning, the 20,000 army was divided into five teams, and quickly spread out to the east and south, controlling the mountains, forests and fields within a week, and blocking the passage to the hinterland of the Mexica Alliance.

The Otomi guerrillas then retreated, leaving the battlefield to two large Mexica regiments.

Avit's king's commander-in-chief stands tall on the watchtower of the fourth mountain camp, while Tisok's king's commander-in-chief stands on the top of the third mountain camp with difficulty.

The two royal armies were only three days apart, and the hearts of the warriors were full of complicated torments. At some point, the new king was in the capital, and rumors that the king was deposed by the chief priests spread like wind among Tisok's army. The samurai didn't know who was spreading it secretly.

Tisok's flag hesitated for two full days. Shulot didn't know how many quarrels and quarrels there were, and how many people's hearts changed. He only knew that two days later, Tisok tried his best to recruit and gathered 9,000 directly subordinate warriors, 4,000 city-state warriors, and 10,000 militiamen, and they all went out to Avet's camp to kill.

In the camp, the warriors recharged their energy and stored up their energy, waiting to be killed. In the blink of an eye, two more days passed.

On this day, Shulot looked at Yuankong. The noon sun fell on the open hills, and the autumn wind carried a chilling breath. The sun was shining, reflecting thousands of Mexica warriors and their shining clubs. The autumn wind blows, rolls up the withered flowers, and lays down the fragile withered grass, heralding the end of life.

On this sunny day, Avit led 10,000 warriors, waiting quietly in front of the camp. Eight thousand militiamen were stationed in the camp.

After a long time, the two king flags finally appeared in the eyes of the Mexica warriors at the same time. Two mighty armies, two sacred banners, and two brothers from the same country have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and experienced ups and downs in people's hearts. Now they are only separated by hundreds of meters.

At this moment, they looked at each other from a distance, their emotions were churning, and they were murderous.

King to King! The kingship of Mexica has always been passed on in blood and slaughter!

The festive season is coming, and my father's love is written to the Mid-Autumn Festival. I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a happy family! I also wish the great motherland prosperity and prosperity!