Aztec Eternals

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The wind was sunny and the sun was cloudless, and the capital city in the lake was shining with dazzling whiteness. A gust of wind blew through, sparking waves on Lake Texcoco.

In the southeast of the Great Lake, dozens of large and small boats lined up and shuttled around, surrounding seven or eight small boats. An extraordinarily gorgeous large boat lives in the center of the fleet, with a bright commander's flag erected. On both sides of the big flag, the guards waved the small flag of the order, and the fleet moved with it, like an arm.

Seeing the order, the sailors rowed their oars and approached the besieged boat, sideways. Then the warriors raised their longbows, aimed their rockets, and were ready to go.

On the magnificent boat, Avit and Sherlot sat cross-legged on the bow, watching the drills of the navy. Surrounded by cronies, the two sat down close, chatted with a smile, and enjoyed the rare comfort. At this time and place, there are only friends of teachers and students, and there are no factions of monarchs and ministers.

Avit wears a comfortable samurai uniform and a breathable rattan helmet, showing a bit of ease and convenience. He looked carefully at the rocket in the samurai's hand, pondered the paper ball behind the arrow, and asked with great interest.

"Shirot, is this the surprise you're talking about?"

Shirot nodded with a smile.

"Teacher, don't worry. Let's see the effect of the vertical rocket!"

Avett nodded. He raised his hand, pointed forward with force, and then waved down. The guard behind him waved the small red flag and pointed to the boat ahead with the tip of the flag.

The sailors lit the fire and carefully lit the rocket's fuse. The longbow warriors stared at each other and shot the rocket with a "huh". In an instant, hundreds of vertical rockets crossed the arc of the sky, flew over a distance of more than 50 meters, and accurately shot at the unmanned boat. The long arrow pierced through the air, accompanied by a continuous "tutu..." sound. Some of the arrows were stuck in the center of the boat, many were pinned to the outside of the boat, and many more fell into the water beside the boat.

The rocket stagnated silently for two seconds, burning secretly inside. Seeing this, Avet smiled lightly. He looked at the young man, but before he could speak, dozens of dazzling bright yellow flames suddenly burst out in his eyes, and the continuous sound of "rushing..." could be heard in his ears.

Violent flames rose from inside and outside the boat, and the temperature rose rapidly. But after a few breaths, seven or eight small boats were ignited, as if entering the kingdom of the **** of fire. Thick black smoke billowed, with a pungent volcanic smell.

Avett was shocked. The expression on his face went out of control again for a few seconds. Then, he bowed his head slightly, and saw the rockets floating and burning on the water, and he was truly amazed.

"The Lord God is above! Shulot, this is the gunpowder you said? The flame burning in the water!"

Shiroute laughed. He looked at the teacher's shocked expression and nodded in satisfaction.

"Avit, this is gunpowder, a great invention that can change the world!"

The king's face quickly calmed down. He thought for a moment and nodded with a smile.

"Very good! With this thing, the navy of the Tarasco people can only retreat. The alliance's westward expedition is a little more confident!"

Shirot pondered for a moment and suggested.

"Teacher, this kind of weapon is not unstoppable. As long as the opponent has seen it, he can gradually adapt to it. If you prepare the sand to put out the fire in advance, and press the shields on both sides of the ship, the power of the vertical rocket will be greatly reduced. Therefore, these rockets must be Store up and not send out, and when the main forces of the navy on both sides are in a decisive battle, they will defeat the enemy in one fell swoop!"

Hearing this, Avit smiled again. He patted the student on the shoulder in admiration.

"Shirot, you are right! Tarasco's navy is concentrated in the Leman River Basin. I hand over the main navy of the alliance to your Northern Army. You must have a big victory!"

With a solemn expression on Shirot's face, he bowed his head respectfully.

"Don't worry, teacher!"

"Okay! Let's go and see the other weapons you mentioned."

When the flag was turned, the fleet turned to the south and headed for Tianhuo Island.

Behind the boat, Gilliam, dressed in a low-key brown robe, stared at the still burning wooden boat. He looked solemn and sighed in his heart.

Seeing the power of the vertical rocket, he was shocked for a while, and his mind moved like electricity. As smart as he is, he can instantly judge the advantages of the Northern Route Army in the western expedition, and the prestige that His Highness may build... This kind of military affairs, he cannot be damaged by factional disputes.

What worried the intelligence officer even more was the king's trusting attitude towards Shirot.

"Since the New Year's date, the princess has been fascinated by His Highness, and she has often mentioned it in her mouth. The King was influenced by the Princess, and he became close to him again, and put down his defenses... The mind of entrusting foreign vassals has been shaken... His Highness's strength has grown stronger!"

While thinking about it, the traveling boat shook violently and stopped slowly. Immediately, Gilliam stood up in awe, followed the king and the warriors, and boarded the smoky Skyfire Island.

Shiloh was in high spirits. He confidently introduced to the teacher the scene of boiling nitrates all over the Skyfire Island, and Esco bowed and followed him.

Avit's eyes looked around, skipping a group of busy salt workers, and looking at the clear niter pool and mound, his eyes flashed with brilliance. He followed the boy's footsteps all the way to the center of the island, the experimental site of gunpowder weapons.

Soon, the explosion of "Boom! Boom! Boom!..." sounded again. This time, the fuse of Tao Tribulus was deliberately lengthened to avoid the danger of throwing. Watching the explosion of the tribulus terrestris, Avit looked serious, while the King's Guard was terrified.

And when the terrifying roar of the wooden cannon sounded, Avit opened his mouth wide and murmured in disbelief.

"Supreme god!...Is this a weapon in the world? It's so terrifying!"

Behind the king, the warriors of the guard slumped to the ground, trembling with fear, and prayed loudly to the mythical monster in their hearts. On the last side, the always firm intelligence officer also threw himself to his knees. His eyes were confused, and for the first time he doubted his beliefs, and suddenly he was in awe of His Highness's origins.

Shirot smiled slightly. These epoch-making weapons are about to be manufactured on a large scale and naturally cannot be concealed. So he took the initiative to show it to Avit, and hoped to get more craftsmen from the alliance to increase the production of gunpowder weapons.

After a long time, Avit regained some composure. He thought for a while, pacing again and again. Afterwards, the king held down His Highness's shoulders, and the teacher looked at the miraculous student and spoke slowly with a solemn expression.

"Shirot, my student, you were born extraordinary! This is a myth created by you, and I should have let you in charge of everything. But these weapons are too amazing... I will send some samurai and craftsmen to assist in the management and manufacture. , and then completely seal off this place, as the top secret of the alliance... My child, don't worry, you are still in charge of this place!"

Sherlot had already anticipated it. Hearing this, he nodded earnestly, saluted with one knee, and responded sincerely.

"Follow your will, my king! This is not mine, it belongs to the Alliance!"

Avit's eyes flashed with relief. He took two steps forward and lifted the boy up. Then, the king raised His Highness's hand high and announced in a deep voice in front of everyone.

"This place belongs to the alliance, and the alliance belongs to you and me!"

Hearing the king's declaration, Gilliam's eyes shrank violently. The intelligence officer thought quickly, suffering from insufficient information, and could not imagine it for a while. Then, with a flash of light in his eyes, he silently retreated a few steps, stepping on the shadows of the crowd and buildings, and disappeared naturally.

In the center of the guards, Avette kindly pulled Shulot and sat cross-legged, discussing the tactics of gunpowder weapons.

"Shirot, this pottery caltrop has been waiting too long to explode. If the enemy is prepared, it can be kicked away, or even thrown back. If the enemy knows in advance, it is likely to send skirmishers to charge and kill. Throwing militia."

Arvet pondered how to deal with it, assuming that he was facing such a weapon.

"Yes, teacher. The burning time is determined by the fuse, which is currently very unstable. Shortening the fuse may cause an early explosion. The restrictions on use in field battles are greater, and this weapon is more used for dominant siege warfare, bombardment A heavily defended enemy."

Shulot was amazed at Avette's ability to adapt, and was amazed in his heart.

"In this case, I would rather take the risk of shortening, but not reduce the killing effect." Avite decided coldly.

"Is the power of this gunpowder strictly related to the weight?"

Shirot nodded lightly.

"One is the weight and purity of the black powder, and the other is the airtightness of the ignition environment. The more weight, the higher the purity, the better the airtightness, the better the explosion effect. In the closed underground, thousands of kilograms of black powder Sealed and ignited with a wooden box, you can completely blow up the top city wall. This will break open a few meters or even a dozen meters, allowing the samurai to break directly into the city!"

Hearing this, Avit's eyes lit up. He believed in Shirlot's judgment and looked at the students with joy.

"You mean..."

"Yes, teacher."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

After laughing for a while, Shilot continued excitedly.

"Avit, we can also use a large canoe to load a large amount of gunpowder, sail to the enemy's fleet, and then ignite it into a fireboat to ignite the opponent's large ship!"

Avett smiled lightly and shook his head.

"Shirot, the big boat is already the largest ship, and the alliance adds up to more than 300. The Mayan galleons are only slightly larger. Where can there be a boat worth burning with a big boat?!"

Hearing this, Shiloh laughed without saying a word. He secretly made up his mind that this is a gift for explorers!

Avet looked around. He glanced past the stewards, and landed on the huge wooden cannon, asking loudly.

"Shirot, this wooden cannon is amazing and can make a thunderous roar. Did you name it?"

Shulot was stunned for a moment and answered simply.

"It's made of pine, and it's called a pine cannon. If it's made of elm, it's called an elm cannon."

Avett laughed. He shook his head gently and rubbed the student's head kindly.

"Since it can make a thunderous sound, let's call it the Thunder God Tlaloc Cannon! The cannon characters you created are very interesting, and the pronunciation is short and powerful."

Xiulote thought for a while, the name Thor is too exaggerated to be used for wooden cannons. He opened his mouth to propose.

"The main **** has risen to the highest level, and the gods are subordinated. It is better to remove the name of the **** of thunder, and the name of the **** is also simplified.

Avit headed to agree, and the two continued to freely decide the future of the alliance.

At some point, Gilliam reappeared. His gaze turned to Taliya, who was standing behind Shilot, and he smiled meaningfully.

The sun is gradually setting west, and Aveit has other things, and can't stay for too long. he said with a smile.

"Shirot, let the person in charge of researching these weapons and the craftsmen come forward. I will reward them well and give them an enviable reward!"

Shulot nodded, and let Talaia and the craftsmen step forward together.

Avit's eyes swept over and saw the young potter girl, slightly startled. This is, a guard was ordered to come, salute the king, and then whisper. The king's eyes suddenly turned cold. He looked at Talaia coldly, and the killing intent disappeared in a flash.

Shilot has been paying attention to Avette. He couldn't be more sensitive to the teacher's emotional changes, and at this moment he suddenly felt cold. The young man thought for a while, then took a few steps forward and stood beside Avit.

The king announced the reward with a calm expression, and the craftsmen bowed down one by one, until the last potter girl.

"Talaia, you have done a lot of research on gunpowder! I will reward you with the position of a military nobleman. The crafting center in the capital lacks gunpowder craftsmen like you, so I will appoint you as the gunpowder chief of the crafting center, in charge of the deployment of large-scale gunpowder! It is an important role in the military industry and falls under the jurisdiction of military law. Be careful and not delay!"

Hearing this, Xiulote felt bad. He looked at Talaia's suddenly pale face, gritted his teeth, and took a step.

"Respected King, Talaia is one of my most capable subordinates, and the work here is inseparable from her..."

Avet narrowed his eyes. He looked at the young man who was in the column, and his eyes became colder.

"In this case, I will not forcefully recruit your competent subordinates. But merit must be rewarded!"

Afterwards, the king looked at Taliyah, his stern gaze was like a heavy mountain, pressing down on the girl's shoulders.

"Talaia, you are from a commoner background, and you are at the age of marriage at the age of sixteen. There are several young royals and nobles in my family who are handsome and have not yet married. I will allow you to choose one and let you be your wife. How about that!"

Hearing the king's words, Talaia felt a heavy blow. She staggered back two steps, her eyes were full of crystal despair.

Shulot lowered his eyes slightly, and when he opened his eyes again, he was extremely determined. He took two steps, his tall body stood in front of the powerless girl, and he lowered his head and replied in a deep voice.

"Honorable King, Taliyah is my personal maid. She is mine."

Looking at the respected student in front of him, anger in Arvitt's heart surged. He took a step, stared into the boy's eyes, and shouted angrily.

"Shirot, get out of the way! How dare you do this!"

Shilott didn't move. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then looked at the king sincerely.

"Avit~www.readwn.com~ believe me. Alyssa is the person I love the most and the softness I cherish most in my heart. I will take good care of her and never let her suffer a little bit. I swear by the spirit of my ancestors Talaia is the only exception, and I won't have anyone else."

Hearing Shulot's promise, Avit was stunned. He carefully observed the expression of the boy, looked into his eyes, the anger on his face gradually subsided, and his expression changed slightly. Not far away, Gilliam sighed softly, then smiled again.

After a long silence, Avit stretched out his hand and hung in the air in front of him.

Seeing this familiar movement, Shilot knelt down on one knee, lowered his head, and let the king hold his hair.

Arvit paused for a while, then touched Shilot's head and said word by word.

"Shirot, my son-in-law, remember your promise!"

After he finished speaking, the king didn't stop, and turned away.

Sherlot remained kneeling. He raised his head, watched the gorgeous boat drift away, the king's flag slowly disappeared, and sighed deeply.

Taliyah couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes any longer. She shed tears of remorse and joy, hugged His Highness's broad back tightly, and knelt to the ground silently.

At a distance, Bertard let go of the longbow he was holding, letting it fall to the ground, covered in dust and mud. The vicissitudes of life samurai slapped his forehead with his hand, showing a bit of annoyance, and murmured to the emperor.

The breeze blew, bringing the faint voice of the samurai chief.

"There can't be two suns in the sky... The sun belongs to the commoners in the fields and workshops... Only the nobles who were born commoners belong to the commoners... Witnessed by the predecessors, I have never been selfless..."

This was the first confrontation between the king and His Highness, and it quietly disappeared in the breeze. As the wind passed, nothing seemed to have changed, only the sound of the wind drifting far away.