Aztec Eternals

The night fell from the clouds, covering the undulating forest and the whereabouts of the hunters.

In the continuous mountain forest, an Otomi samurai is trekking westward with difficulty, rushing to the mountain camp two days away. His steps stumbled a bit, the cotton armor on his body was damaged, and there was a bandaged wound on his leg. A faint smell of blood diffused from the wound, drifting away into the murderous night forest.

After more than 20 meters from the warrior, a black beast sneaked quietly. With black and smooth fur and perfectly streamlined muscles, this is a jungle panther about 1.5 meters long. It has been tracking all the way, and has been observing this biped beast for a long time.

Bipedal beasts are often dangerous, with their enormous numbers and exceptionally sharp long claws. Among the adult beasts, there are some very powerful individuals with a strong desire for revenge. Therefore, the two-legged beast is usually not within the hunting range of the jaguar (that is, the leopard). But today was an exception, as it had been starving for two days before encountering the lone biped. The other party seems to be injured again, and it seems that there is an opportunity to take advantage of it.

The jaguar approached slowly, its black spotted fur merged with the night, and the soft paw pads made no sound. Seeing that it was approaching within ten meters of the prey, it opened its mouth slightly, revealing its sharp and thick premolars, and its sharp gaze had already rested on the neck of the prey.

Under the faint moonlight, the two-legged beast in front suddenly turned around. Years of fighting on the battlefield always brings people a keen sense of danger.

The Otomi warrior Osina put his left arm across his neck, pulled out the dagger at his waist with his right hand, and looked at the nearby forest vigilantly. He carefully scanned inch by inch. His family of noble origin allowed him to have enough animal liver intake, so he was able to see at night.

The forest fell silent for a moment, and the jaguar lowered its body, waiting quietly. Under the faint moonlight at night, Ossina struggled to identify the faint shadows in the forest. He always felt that something was wrong, until he saw a few small black figures not far away.

Ossina suddenly let out a huge growl, deliberately imitating the sound of a jaguar. Those little black figures were frightened suddenly, jumped out of the grass and ran in a hurry, it turned out to be a few agouti. They have a 60 cm long body, a small tail, and three clawed back feet that move quickly.

Just as Ossina breathed a sigh of relief, he saw a black lightning flash across his eyes. A black jaguar swoops down on the nearest agouti at a speed of 80km/h. It opened its mouth to bite, and the bite force of 560 kilograms fell instantly. The agouti only had time to let out a half-wailing cry before it died immediately, and the thick blood immediately diffused in its tiger's mouth.

With the food in its mouth, the jaguar took an elegant and dangerous look at the biped beast in front of it, then quickly turned around and disappeared into the dark forest. It's going to enjoy tonight's food. Now that it has an easier target, it no longer has to risk injury by attacking a two-legged beast with sharp claws.

Ossina's back was dripping with cold sweat in an instant. He watched the jaguar leave nervously, convinced that the danger was far away, he quickly turned around and staggered towards the western camp. He must hurry to inform Commander Giova that the Mexica Legion is moving westward again.

This is the most true law of the jungle. The hunting of ferocious beasts always prioritizes targets that can be easily defeated, so as to ensure 80% certainty and prevent oneself from being injured. Because in the dangerous jungle, once the ferocious beast is injured, it will become the prey of other beasts.

Between civilization and civilization, country and country, army and army, the law of the jungle is also followed.

Just like the Portuguese at this time, they cruelly plundered the savage tribes on the Gold Coast, but maintained respect and courtesy to the Songhai Kingdom and the Kongo Kingdom until 150 years after their development.

It is also like the tribute wars of the Mexica Alliance in the past, always bypassing the troublesome Tarascos in the west and the dangerous Tlaxcalans in the east, and tending to hunt the loose city-states in the north and south.

And further down, it is the mission of the Shulot Legion to go out this time, to try to hunt, or to negotiate peace.

Under the same night, by the warm campfire. Schlott had just finished two tortillas and drank some water with tequila in it. He had just had a detailed chat with Baramo, and he was convinced that this was a talent.

During the siege of the Otomi, Paramo took the initiative to restrain the warriors and maintain a similar food supply with the militia. Then, with the samurai as the backbone, they organized a brave and strong elite militia, equipped with two hundred sets of spare cotton armor and batons, and defended the camp layer by layer, repelling several attacks by the Otomi people.

"That's right! I was born as a commoner, can win the hearts of the people, is proficient in calculations, um, and can recite poems."

Shulot still wore the majestic helmet. He considered for a moment and looked down at Paramo.

"Palamo, are you willing to follow me?"

Palamo's melancholy eyes lit up instantly. He smiled brightly, and performed a polite ceremony gracefully.

"I swear to you, my lord: I offer all that is in the world, which is perfect, and that is my faithful offering to you."

Under the helmet, the boy couldn't help but rolled his eyes. With a wave of his hand, he decided to put Paramo under the control of Quartermaster Berguire. Throw the poet and warrior into the logistics battalion for a period of time to be polished, and deal with the complicated general affairs. By the way, let the 300 warriors under his command take a good rest to strengthen the defense force of the logistics regiment.

Then, Kuluka came over again to report that he had interrogated the captured Otomi warriors and learned that outside the first camp to the west, the Otomi gathered a total of 7,000 warriors and at least 10,000 militiamen.

Shulot calculated in his mind that even with the reinforcements from Guamare and Pamus, the warriors in Ottopan City would only be in the early ten thousand. Now there are 7,000 people in the first camp and 2,000 people in the second camp. This time, they have come out in full force, and they must be thinking of wasting manpower. The earth dog finally got out of the hole, but the hunter had to go home quickly.

Shulot ordered the Mexica warriors to treat the captured 900 warriors kindly, to treat the minor injuries, and it would be useful to keep them. Then he went to look at the hundreds of militiamen who had been captured. The militiamen were all yellow and emaciated, as thin as sticks from hunger. These militia prisoners are useless, and the nobles of Otomi don't care about their lives at all.

After thinking for a while, Xiulot let these militiamen have a full meal, and then released them to leave. He doesn't like pointless killing. Looking at the backs of the militiamen who were thanking and hesitantly leaving, the young man knew that without food, no more than 30% of people could really walk out of this forest and return to their hometown.

In the warm night wind, the young man lightly mocked himself: "Let me seek some spiritual comfort in my hypocrisy."

Early the next morning, Bertard arrived in a hurry with 3,000 soldiers from the rear and the first batch of food from the quartermaster. Shulot spent another half a day preparing, leaving Paramo and the militiamen to continue to garrison the camp. Then there were four thousand soldiers in the front, three thousand in the middle, and three thousand in the rear. A total of 10,000 Mexica warriors gathered together and rushed towards the first camp.

Facing the large number of Otomi, the 10,000 troops of Mexica could no longer be separated, and their whereabouts could not be hidden. The forward jaguar scouts quickly fought with the Otomi scouts. In order to protect the precious jaguar fighters, Shulot sent another thousand warriors from the front army, completely controlling the scout battlefield twenty miles ahead. .

The army marched mightily westward for two days. The Otomi army gathered and retreated again, carefully keeping a one-day distance from the Mexica army. Barda finally got in touch with Kasar in the camp.

A day later, in the scarred first mountain camp, Shulot finally saw the commander of the camp, Kasar, again.

It has been half a year since they set off on the banks of the Leman River in May. When we met again at this time, we were relatively silent for a while.

Casal in front of him was thin and pale. His face was much older, his body was slightly stooped, and he lacked the vitality of a warrior. Obviously, the difficult siege and the death of Tisok brought him a huge blow both physically and mentally.

It was difficult for Shulot to connect the old and low-spirited middle-aged man in front of him with the high-spirited, confident and proud legion commander when he first met last year. Looking at each other for a moment, Shulot took off his helmet and presented the boy's gentle face in the eyes of his old friend.

Casal's expression was momentarily agitated, his throat twitched a few times, and he opened his mouth to shout, but he only made a sound of unknown meaning, which then turned into a long sigh. With a desolate expression, he took out the letter talisman from his pocket, threw it on Shulot, and then walked out of the camp without saying a word.

Shulot shook his head. After all, Kasar was a high-ranking commander born of a great aristocrat, and Tisok was dead, so there was room for compromise between him and Avit. The boy sent a hundred warriors from Casal, who was unfamiliar with the city, and escorted him to the direction of Xilotepec City.

Looking at the old superior Kasar who left, Barda was slightly at a loss. He was dazed for a while, but still came to Shulot.

"Respected Commander-in-Chief Priest, there are still 2,300 directly subordinate warriors in the camp, more than 6,000 militiamen, and food for 10,000 people for a week."

Shulot put on the masked helmet again. He pondered slightly, and made a quick decision.

"All the 2,300 warriors will be handed over to you, and you will rest in the camp first. You will hand over the 1,000 former troops to Kuluka, and stay in the camp to clean up the commanders at all levels. You must completely control this army! Let the more than 6,000 militiamen begin to retreat eastward."

Balda bowed his head, took orders in a loud voice, and went to gather the warrior battalion commanders and captains in the camp.

The warriors rested in the camp for a day, and also supplemented the food and grass in the next camp. Later, Shulot received the latest batch of information: Ottopan's army gathered a day away and set up camp. Including the remnants of the remnants, they had gathered 8,000 warriors and 12,000 militiamen. The 20,000 army put on a posture of going to a decisive battle. In the second camp in the rear, Otomi guerrillas harassed and harassed again.

Xiuluo nodded. This is the usual tactics of the Otomi people: concentrate the main forces to attract the main force of the Mexica army, and then the guerrillas repeatedly harass the grain roads in the mountains and forests. Once the Mexica army advances westward, the main force of Otomi will definitely continue to retreat until the city of Otopan. And the elongated mountain forest grain road will become the attacker's fatal weakness.

Shulot first sent negotiating envoys to the Otomi, allowing the militiamen to embark on the road back east. The army rested for another day, and then 12,000 warriors also began to break out of camp one by one, preparing to retreat eastward.

The reply from the Otomi people just came. The two parties agreed that the commanders-in-chief of the two armies would each lead 500 people, and formally negotiate within half a day of the army.

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