Aztec Eternals

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The wind was strong, blowing the yellow flag. Dahe Taotao, reflecting the beast-shaped helmet. Shulot was wearing brightly patterned leather armor and a terrifyingly shaped beast helmet, with a three-meter-high command flag on his back. Thousands of dazzling feathers fluttered on the canopy of the flag, prominently announcing the position of the Supreme Commander.

Surrounded by the crowd, Shiloh stood majestically on the bow, looking around like a tiger. The command flag was high and heavy, and he was struggling to fight against the strong wind, maintaining a stable figure. And when he bears the flag of the commander, all distractions are dispelled, leaving only the strong will and ruthless determination of the commander.

On the south bank of the Great River, urgent black smoke rose continuously, along with the messengers running to deliver the news of the appearance of the Mexica army to the Quartet. The Mexica fleet was smooth sailing, and Tarrasco's couriers were far behind the speed of the army. As far as Shirott could see, the farmers of Tarasco on the south bank were still plowing among the hills. They cleared the fields, sowed seeds, and looked at the vast fleet of ships on the river in amazement and shock.

In the mountains and forests, the green smoke of burning weeds and trees also rose, mixed with the urgent black smoke, and changed into mysterious patterns in the sky together. Further south under the shroud of the pattern, there are several Tarasco stone fortresses, as well as many wooden camps, echoing each other and forming a complete line of defense.

"The northern coast is far away from the Alliance, and the Tarrascos are busy with spring farming again, and the military preparations are not adequate. There are about a few days for the advance army to gain a foothold."

Shuluo nodded and pondered to himself.

His original plan was to travel to Hirotepec to meet with Ocellol, the commander of the North, to discuss the loan of the Otomi warriors and the recruitment of Chichimeks. But the messenger reported back that General Ocello had just returned from the Vastek forage, and after appointing the person in charge of the spring ploughing, he hurriedly led his army to the northernmost border to sweep away the Chichimek dog breeds, at least two times a day. moon.

Since he could not see him for the time being, Shulot sent messengers to discuss the recruitment of Canines, and then led the army to go directly west. Regardless of whether General Ocello deliberately avoided it or not, as long as the Northern Route Army gained enough strategic advantage, the attitudes of the lords around the world would change.

Shulot looked north, his eyes stopped on the long grass by the river, where there were vaguely raised mounds. This is the battlefield of the Battle of Leman River, and after going north through the mountains and forests for one or two hundred miles, it is the sturdy and unusual mountain city of Ottopan. A few dozen miles to the west is the estuary to Lake Quetzeo, and the estuary fortress that controls the main road.

Shulot looked around, and the wooden fort in the mountains was clearly visible. This wooden fort was built under the supervision of Avit and him personally.

On the wooden castle, the flag of Tarasco Kingdom was flying, and the flag was marked with the sun, the earth and the moon at the same time. Outside the wooden castle, you can vaguely see the craftsmen and people who hurried in, and the mountains of masonry and wood. Apparently, the Tarrascos are fortifying here.

"The soldiers are very fast, and a stable base must be obtained before the Tarrasco navy gathers."

Shilot made a decision. He ordered loudly, and the mighty fleet approached the north shore. The canoes have a very shallow draft and are able to get close to the beach. Thousands of warriors jumped directly off the river beach, carrying long bows and battle sticks, and rushed to the shore.

Soon, the wooden fort not far away opened the gate again, and a small group of twenty Tarasco warriors rushed out. They came to a nearby hill, carefully staying fifty meters away from the landing army. Then, they waved the bronze spears and shields in their hands, and shouted something against the banner of the commander of Mexica.

Sherlot on the boat listened intently. Tarrasco's language is only partially similar to that of the Mexica. He vaguely heard "Go away!...God bless...Prepecha!...Powerful...War!"

The young commander smiled lightly. He gave the order in a low voice, and the commander's flag was waved forward. Hundreds of mexican warriors who landed, armed with battle sticks, threw fiercely towards the hill. The Tarrasco warriors watched for a while, then immediately turned their heads and ran towards the camp in the mountains.

Bertard asked in a low voice.

"Your Highness, are you shooting?"

Shirot shook his head.

"Not in a hurry for now."

While speaking, a jaguar warrior ran at the forefront of the pursuit. As he leaned and ran, he took the throwing spear from behind and held it high. Then, he accelerated sharply closer, and threw it hard. A sharp throwing spear suddenly flew out, with a "hum" whistle, and shot at the Tarasco warrior more than ten meters away.

The fast-moving target was too hard to hit, and the spear brushed the fur cap of the young warrior at the end, before plunging into the dirt with a squeak. The samurai at the end flashed before his eyes, subconsciously dodging the imaginary attack behind him. He cluttered his steps and fell to the ground with a thud. When he tried to get up, his back suddenly hurt, and then he received a heavy blow on the head, and a pair of stout hands grabbed his neck while he was dizzy.

Two sticks subdued the Tarrasco warrior in front, and the jaguar warrior laughed loudly. He put one knee on the prisoner's back and pinched his neck with force. The other person was like a dehydrated fish. Then the jaguar warrior let go, took out the rope, tied the captive's hands tightly, and let the other man gasp for breath. Then, he stripped off the prisoner's weapons and cotton armor in three or two strokes, and just released and dragged him toward the command flag.

The Mexica warriors who were chasing came all the way under the wooden castle, and they were greeted by a rain of stones and arrows that had been prepared. The Tarrascos stood on the three-meter-high wall and shot hard at the Mexica warriors. At a distance of a hundred paces, the Tlaxcala bows in their hands could not break through the samurai's cotton armor. The Mexica warriors deliberately slowed down, waiting for the gate to open, looking for an opportunity to seize the door.

The fugitive Tarrasco team bypassed the main entrance. They cling to the wall of the fortress and, under the protection of archers and slingers, went all the way to the rear until they came to the half-opened side door, where they quickly retreated into the camp. The Mexica warriors were worried about the shooting at the wall, and they couldn't catch up, so they had to return angrily.

Moments later, three samurai battalions landed one after another. Shulot waved the flag again, and the three samurai battalions spread out neatly on the riverbank, ready for battle. The scouts spread out in all directions, exploring the nearby mountains and forests. The landing of the army was orderly, and it was not until the six samurai battalions landed that Shulot moved the banner and led the guards to land on the north shore. Four thousand warriors and several thousand sailors were left in the navy to be on standby.

The first group of scouts had returned, and they reported that no soldiers were found in ambush within a dozen miles. The jaguar warriors at the front also reported the information they had just obtained from the interrogation.

"According to the report of the prisoners, the spring ploughing has arrived, and the manpower is insufficient. In the five nearby wooden fort camps, there are only 200 Tarasco warriors, 1,000 militiamen, and nearly 1,000 civilian men who have built them."

Shulot nodded slightly. He waved the flag again, and the drumbeat of the attack sounded. The six samurai battalions gradually spread out according to the direction pointed by the command flag, enclosing three sides of the wooden fort. The central army consists of the Longbow Battalion and the Temple Guard, with a Longbow Warrior Battalion and a Stick Shield Warrior Battalion on each of the left and right flanks.

In a short time, the battalions were deployed. Xiulott observed the three-meter-high wall, the outer wooden fence, and some of the brick walls, and pondered in secret. As he ordered the craftsmen to build the wooden ladder, he summoned Bertard and gave the order in a low voice. The warrior chief bowed his head and saluted, and left with hundreds of longbow warriors.

Soon, the captured Tarasco was guarded by two shield-wielding Mexica warriors, trembling to the front of the camp, and loudly surrendered in Tarasco dialect.

"...The 30,000 Mexican Army has arrived... the Tarrasco Legion can't save it... the villages of the south bank are burnt... quickly return... bypass the life... the militias are returned to their homeland... ."

With the announcement of persuasion to surrender, people on the wall shook for a while, and there was a lot of discussion. The Tarrasco warriors and militiamen looked at the boundless Mexica warriors under the wooden fort and saw the huge fleet of ships on the banks of the Leman River, and no longer doubted the scale of the invasion of the army. In the spring ploughing season, which is difficult to mobilize, and a war of this scale, the isolated camps in the north have no chance of surviving.

While the defenders were in turmoil, a warrior carrying the battalion commander's flag climbed the wall. He watched the scale of the enemy, and his face suddenly appeared dead. Afterwards, he yelled loudly, waving a copper spear, and seemed to promise something, and the wall of the fortress gradually calmed down.

Bertard confirmed his identity and waved suddenly. One hundred and twenty paces away, hundreds of longbow warriors shot arrows at the same time, and then there was a shriek of "boom, blah, blah...", and the continuous arrows only broke through the air.

The rain of arrows struck, and the leader carrying the flag was unavoidable, with a look of extreme pain on his face. His movements froze in an instant, and then he stumbled and fell to the ground, blood gushing like a spring, and arrows stuck in his body. The surrounding personal soldiers also collapsed abruptly, and the warriors and militiamen in the camp were panic-stricken. They fell to the ground one after another, avoiding the sharp arrows shot from such a great distance.

Shilot continued to wave the flag, and the command was to shoot accurately and aim alone. The longbow warrior battalion on the right flank then spread out. These elite longbow warriors shot continuously, gradually approaching to stand within 60 steps, and then aimed at the archers and militiamen at the head of the city, and shot at a fixed point.

The militiamen at the head of the city tried to shoot arrows with stones, but they were unable to break through the cotton armor and rattan helmets of the longbow warriors. Bertard took the arrow and aimed it himself, paused for a moment, and raised his hand to shoot an arrow. A Tarasco warrior who was shooting from the side covered his throat, the single bow in his hand fell, and he turned over and fell down from the wall. The samurai captain didn't stop, and shot another fort guard.

The shooting lasted for a few quarters of an hour, and it turned into a one-sided slaughter. Only a dozen Mexica warriors were wounded, and hundreds of people died in the camp. Under the long-range advantage of the Longbow Warriors, more than a thousand defenders were crouching under the wall, unable to fight back, and their morale dropped rapidly.

Shirot watched the battle situation calmly. He continued to wait for three to four quarters of an hour, until more than ten simple three-meter wooden ladders were ready, and then he waved the battle flag again and ordered the shield warriors on the left to prepare. These wooden ladders can be built so quickly, thanks to the accumulation of wood outside the wooden castle.

Afterwards, the longbow warriors approached within 40 meters, aiming arrows from time to time to suppress the city head. After a while, the low war drum sounded, accompanied by the war flag pointing forward. The five hundred Mexica warriors followed the order and marched forward, trotting towards the outermost wooden fence of the wooden fort, and began to chop and destroy.

Seeing that the Mexicans began to destroy the first layer of barrier, the temporary wooden fort commander shouted loudly, and the archers and sling militiamen on the wall began to shoot sporadically. At such a distance of more than ten meters, the Tlaxcala bow is enough to pose a life-threatening threat to the samurai. More than a dozen Mexica warriors fell to the ground one after another, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

A thousand longbow warriors shot again at close range, and the Tarasco people who probed were scattered like fallen leaves, and soon they were all silent. The temporary commander was so anxious that he personally leaned forward to shoot and shouted loudly, and then got his wish, was shot into a hedgehog, and sacrificed his life for the moon goddess Haratana.

Seeing that the wooden fence was broken, Shilot waved the flag again. The sound of the war drums suddenly hurried, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

Barda himself led five hundred warriors to advance first. He was wearing double armor, a beast helmet, and holding the bronze battle axe rewarded by His Highness, rushing to the front of the siege team. Half an hour later, the first wooden ladder hit the wall, and Barda was the first to climb up. In just a few breaths, he climbed to the top of the wall, then roared and slammed his battle axe fiercely, beheading the nearby Tarasco people. Behind him, more and more Mexica warriors.

With the help of the longbowmen, more than ten wooden ladders built up the wall one after another, and the Mexica warriors climbed up. When more than two hundred warriors came up, the camp changed hands. The Tarrascos resisted weakly for a moment at last. Seeing that the situation was over, they had to drop their weapons and surrendered.

Seeing the fall of the wooden castle, Shulot's expression was calm. However, in one day, the stronghold was won as scheduled. This victory is only a trivial first step. The young commander waited for a moment until the gate of the village opened, and Barda returned to report. He smiled and praised the brave eagle warrior.

Shulot moved the middle army, and the commander's flag entered the wooden fort. The warriors had complete control inside and outside the wooden fort, and the captives were escorted out of the column. The young commander took a brief look and found that there were about 1,500 prisoners. More than half of the two hundred Tarrasco warriors were killed, mostly by precise close-range longbow shooting. The militiamen at the top of the wall were also killed in the hundreds, while the civilians under the wall suffered few casualties.

Sherlot gave an order in a low voice.

"Check the situation of the prisoners. Those who are seriously injured can't be moved and sacrificed. Those with minor injuries can be left as laborers to repair the camp and strengthen the city's defense. Torture the surrounding information of the samurai, and those who are willing to surrender will be converted, and those who do not surrender will be executed!"

The priests obeyed the orders, built the altar, the holy fire burned, the sacrifice and the conversion were carried out at the same time. UU reading www.uukanshu.com solemn and mysterious chants sounded, accompanied by the blue flames of Tarasco's awe. The priests wore feather-crowned robes, mercilessly swung obsidian daggers for sacrifice, and devoutly praised the name of Huitzilopochtli, bringing the faith of the Lord God to the kingdom of Tarasco for the first time.

Shulot did not preside over such a small sacrificial ceremony. Sitting high in the largest wooden hut, he analyzed the information obtained from the prisoners, listened to the replies of the scouts after their exploration, and decided the next step of the advance army.

The next day, the Mexican army divided into two groups and besieged two nearby wooden forts. One day of marching, one day of siege, and two days of breaking through the fortress, killing three hundred Tarasco warriors and capturing nearly three thousand militiamen.

The Leman River rushes westward, naturally dividing the north and the south. Facing the sudden arrival of the Mexican army, the Tarrascos finally began to mobilize their forces. The two remaining wooden forts on the north shore were abandoned, and the Tarrasco warriors were the first to evacuate, losing hundreds in the pursuit of the Mexica vanguard. The remaining militias and civilians fled, and at least 2,000 surrendered.

The fighting on the North Shore was temporarily suspended. The Kingdom of Tarasco lost five wooden forts built by the Mexicas, seven hundred noble warriors, and nearly ten thousand weed-like militiamen. The Mexica advance army established a firm position on the north shore. The alliance's army only suffered a hundred casualties, expended tens of thousands of arrows, but took 8,000 more prisoners.

As the battle became clear, the Tarrascos began to mobilize on the South Bank. They recruited warrior militias, filled fortresses, assembled navy boats, and sent scout boats north to engage sporadically with the Mexica fleet cruising the Leman River. Further north, Otomi scouts loomed in the mountains and forests, secretly watching the battle on the riverbank.

The battle in the hot field has come to an end, and the dark clouds in the east have arrived. A real war is brewing, as is the approaching first rain of the rainy season.