Aztec Eternals

The morning sun in October rises to the sky, lighting up the dawn in the east, and spreading the hope of a new day.

Xiulot panted heavily, sweating profusely. He just finished his early morning agility training. Although he drank some wine yesterday and chatted with his father late, he still woke up before dawn, and then received Bertard's warrior training.

Bertard next to him also nodded in relief, the young man's martial arts had already taken root, and he had entered the room. He has already been able to predict the enemy's attack, and at the same time, his body can follow the subconscious reaction and effectively dodge. Now that the weather is getting colder, it is time to change to cold-resistant will training.

After the training, the young man silently admired the magnificent red sun, and occasionally a familiar melody appeared in his mind, bringing with him long-lasting memories.

For everything that happened in the far east, there is nothing he can do now. The tide of the times has begun, and everyone will be ups and downs in the tide. Great men ride with the tide and carve their own way in the tide.

The strength of any nation and civilization comes from the tempering and sacrifice in its growth process, and from the condensed national characteristics. The ethnic groups in black Africa have experienced tens of thousands of years of suffering from tropical diseases before they were able to evolve their bodies in the disease, gain super resistance, and take root in the tropics of the New World.

In the future, these black Africans scattered in the New World will have to go through more than 400 years of suffering before they can gradually condense their own black spirit, "Negritude" in the recognition of voodoo culture, and then instilled from the West. Gradually break free from colonialism and racism.

The newborn American civilization must also experience countless hardships and hardships, countless diseases and sacrifices, in order to forge itself into shape. Just like the celestial dynasty across the ocean, it condenses a unified national consciousness, as well as tough and hardworking national characteristics, so that it truly stands among the nations of the world.

As long as there are people and land, there is hope for the future. As long as there is uninterrupted inheritance, there will be a day of national cohesion.

Xiulot hopes that he can become the leader of Central American civilization and protect civilization through the most dangerous moment. Let the young one not die from the sprout of new life, don't shave your hair and kneel down easily, don't be stripped of its spiritual backbone by the missionaries, and never lose the cultural confidence of the original nation.

This land is his new home. He wants to watch peoples and civilizations thrive, grow into straight trees, bloom brilliant flowers, and condense flourishing fruits!

The young man yearned slightly, then smiled wryly in his heart. Yesterday, Gilliam's psychedelic medicine still had side effects, making him always distracted and unable to concentrate.

Shulot immediately went back to the house, had a simple breakfast of corn tortillas and black bean paste, and discussed with Bertard for a while about the marching plan. Then he looked at the sky and guessed that everyone had already had breakfast. The young man put on the leather armor, the beast helmet that covered his face, and the priest's battle robe, and majesticly summoned the generals.

The first to arrive was Kuluka, who was born a commoner. Wearing a simple war robe, he walked into the room with a slight bow, his nimble eyes swept across Shulott's visor and the standing Berthard, and then bowed his head respectfully.

"The benevolent commander-in-chief of priests, may your martial luck always be with you!"

Shulot nodded slightly, motioning for Kulka to sit beside him, and the ape warrior sat down cross-legged carefully. It seems that after Avet's beating, Kuluka has indeed become more obedient. But it will not happen overnight to make this flexible civilian commander really feel at ease.

The boy was not sure about the upper limit of the civilian commander's talents, but he was sure that he was smart, flexible enough, and good at mathematics, enough to handle complicated military and political affairs. The teenager has high expectations for Kuluka, but the trust is not enough.

Xiulot is sure that under normal circumstances, he can command and move this civilian commander. But if you encounter a real disadvantage, well, try to avoid this situation for now. When he returned to the capital, he still had to recruit Kuluka's son into the army in the name of teaching writing.

The next to arrive was Barda, who was born in a minor noble. This samurai is more straightforward. He specially wears a gorgeous war robe, with three points of obedience and seven points of reluctance on his face, to obey the orders of the former little war priest.

Shulot smiled, got up himself, took Barda's hand kindly, and arranged to sit beside him. Kulka lowered his head slightly to cover his expression, while his eyes moved on Barda.

Balda was slightly surprised, and a smile finally appeared on his face. He bowed his head in salute.

"Commander Shulot Priest, may the God of War bless us!"

"May the God of War be with us!" Shulot responded with a smile.

In the juvenile's judgment, Balda's mind is relatively simple, and he is a traditional warrior. He has the honor of a samurai, and he has enough loyalty after surrender. Judging from the situation in the first battle, he is a brave warrior, and he has no problem in commanding an army of 3,000 people. As for more abilities, it depends on his future performance.

Then came Berguire, a quartermaster of civilian origin. The tall and thin quartermaster's face was pale, and it seemed that the past few days in custody had not been very good. He also wears a plain robe that even has patches on it. As soon as he entered the door, he knelt down on one knee and saluted Xiulot seriously.

"Dear Priest, thank you for your help. In the name of the patron saint, I am willing to serve you!"

Shulot returned the salute solemnly, motioning for Berguire to sit down. The quartermaster maintained a serious posture and sat upright. The young man valued his seriousness and self-discipline, and specially asked him out of the captivity of the camp, and planned to let him manage the military ration expenditure.

The boy had already asked the warrior commander to prepare a basket of durable food, a bag of daily necessities, a few pieces of general-purpose cotton cloth, and two sets of delicate clothes. After the military meeting is over, give these to Quartermaster Boguire and take them back to improve your life.

The last to arrive was Olosh, a noble-born teacher. The jaguar fighters, armed to the teeth, strode in. He bowed his head to Shulot with a serious face, and performed a serious courtesy.

"Respected Commander, may the God of War be with us!"

Xiulot returned the salute solemnly, and then waved in greeting. Olosh sat cross-legged opposite the boy without hesitation. Olosh had agreed with him last night that today the boy must maintain his majesty as a handsome man.

In the young man's heart, the 3,200 Teotihuacan warriors led by Olosh are his real core pro-army, able to fight for him to the last moment!

The warrior captain Bertard, the monkey Kuluka, the little nobleman Barda, the quartermaster Bergire, and the guest general Olosh, these are the first batch of members of his army. Xiulot sighed in his heart, with a calm and serious face.

The military discussion was carried out quickly and efficiently, Xiu Luote had already made up his mind, and at this time he issued orders one by one. Olosh led 3,000 city-state warriors and 200 jaguar fighters as the first regiment of his central army, and acted with his command flag as the core force of the legion.

Bertard led the original 3,000 directly subordinate warriors as the second regiment of the rear army. These 3,000 warriors had gone south to siege Tisok and Totek, their loyalty was obviously high, and now they just happened to be resting as a rear army. Among them, 500 were allocated and handed over to Boji Lei, the quartermaster, and asked him to lead 5,000 militiamen to escort food and grass and garrison camps along the way. Hearing the appointment, Bergiley's thin face flushed slightly, with unconcealable excitement and joy.

The 4,000 warriors directly under the Hirotepec camp serve as the third regiment of the former army. These warriors have long recharged their batteries and are suitable for serving as pioneers.

Among them, three thousand were handed over to Kuluka, and they attacked the third mountain camp ahead first. Tisok abandoned this place during the decisive battle, and now it is occupied by hundreds of Otomi guerrillas. And Barda led the last thousand people, ready to contact Kasar who was trapped in the first camp at any time.

When Kasar is contacted and asked to surrender, Kasar's army will be handed over to Barda to lead. As for Kasar himself, Xiulot thought about it, and he must not be able to command this senior commander, so let Avet deal with it.

In addition to the 10,200 warriors, Shulot also had 500 followers and 150 longbow warriors. This is the commander's guard, temporarily led by himself. Thousands of troops are easy to get, but one general is hard to find. And how difficult it is to find a completely loyal captain of the personal guard!

Shulot sighed slightly. He thought of the young warrior, Cusola, who died for himself in the Otomi attack. This is an excellent captain of the bodyguard.

Continuing to think back, the young man remembered the simple warrior Ters who accompanied him when he captured the first prisoner, so he asked Olosh for it, put him in the team of followers, and observed for a while. In the end, the boy ordered Bertard to carefully select from the followers and recommend a trustworthy candidate for the captain of the personal guard.

After the military discussion was over, the commanders dispersed to mobilize the warriors under their command. The young man personally held the hand of the quartermaster Boguire, and handed him the prepared fine clothes and gifts. Bergiley was slightly dazed before he bowed to accept these gifts, then he knelt down on his knees earnestly, performed a ritual of allegiance, and turned away excitedly.

Looking at the departing generals, the young man took off his helmet and finally revealed a delicate and resolute face. The young man was thinking about the reactions of the generals, he was learning how to be a qualified commander, and he was growing steadily.

The army was assembled in half a day, and the troops assembled. When the noon sun shines, illuminating the road in the mountains and forests, eleven thousand warriors put on armor and hold shields, and set off to the west one by one, with a raging murderous intent. Five thousand militiamen struggled to carry 20,000 people's food for 20 days, and slowly followed behind. Food will continue to arrive in the future.

Under Avette's distant gaze, the Shulot army gradually disappeared into the dense forest. The king smiled slightly, and the young eagle will spread its wings and fly over the vast plateau!

Very happy, thank you Arakusa for your chapter push! Miss Lily is really a good person, thank you. What can I say in the end, um, I wish you all the best!