Aztec Eternals

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After most of May, a moist easterly wind from the distant Great Lake warmed the fertile land by the Leman River. The light rain fell from the gloomy sky, soaking the fields where the corn seeds were sown. This is the season for farmers to plant, the spring breeze is warm, the drizzle is like oil, and the eyes are full of green vitality.

In the fields on the south bank of the river, a thin bud of corn has emerged. The one-inch sprout splits two small leaves, erects a slender tender stem, and stretches out to the sky full of hope.

A pair of bare feet full of calluses ran past in fear, accompanied by panicked shouts, slammed the young shoots into the dust and mud, and the growth of a season ended at this moment. Then, more pairs of bare feet panicked and fled. They stepped on the fields they cultivated with their own hands, and with helpless cries and howls, they fled to the south full of fear.

After another moment, countless pairs of straw sandals ran over the sprouting fields again with vigorous steps. The low-hanging stick scratched the grass beside the aisle, across the deserted land. According to His Highness's order, the figure of the straw sandals was not in a hurry to chase, nor was it needless to kill. They just kept driving away the peasants, igniting the gathering villages, and creating wave after wave of people fleeing.

The figure of straw sandals went all the way south. It was not until the bluestone fortress was faintly in sight, the warriors with bronze spears banged their shields on the wooden village, and the sound of the alarm horn resounded in the southern wilderness, and the Mexican warriors slowly retreated in an orderly manner amid the scolding of the enemy.

On the big boat in the Leman River, Shulot was carrying the commander's flag and looked south calmly.

Around him, three hundred large boats were lined up one after another, like beasts lined up, showing great strength to the Tarasco people and inviting the two boatmen to a decisive battle. Thousands of boats are divided into two parts. Half of them patrol and swim at the outer end, like a flexible school of fish, constantly scouting and patrolling. The other half was full of warriors, shuttled back and forth constantly, mobilizing the forces of the north and the south.

"Corn and beans are planted in May, pumpkins are planted in June, July is temporarily idle, and August, September and October are harvesting. The alliance provoked war at this time, dispatching full-time warriors directly under the command to invade the enemy's agricultural areas. The enemy's troops were insufficient. If it is difficult to defend, spring farming must be abandoned, and the samurai and militia must be re-mobilized. This is Renhe, and the alliance's manpower advantages are fully utilized."

Shirot thought indifferently, life began to become a simple number, and all actions were carried out for victory. He watched the Tarrasco camp, waiting for the reaction of the enemy commander.

Not long after establishing a foothold on the North Shore, the Mexica advance army was dispatched in a big way. Although the advance army made a large-scale invasion, in fact, only 2,000 warriors from the western city-states crossed the river to invade. These warriors were scattered in groups of hundreds of people, and they infested the lands of Akambaro. They burned the settlements on the south bank of the Great River and drove the peasants from Tarasco south to the enemy camp a dozen miles away.

Their mission is to destroy, to test, and to lure: to destroy the enemy's spring ploughing this year, to test the current situation of the enemy's mobilization, and to lure the enemy's samurai to attack.

Sherlot's eyes stopped on the southern bank, and he smiled confidently.

On the beachhead on the south bank of the Great River, five hundred jaguar warriors and a thousand temple guards waited in perfect order. These elite battle groups are relaxed, well-equipped, and their combat effectiveness is undeniable. At this point, they sat cross-legged on the ground to rest, ready to launch a surprise attack on the group of enemies.

On the big river, Shirott's fleet was fully loaded with the real main force, waiting in awe. The most elite three thousand warrior longbows are wound, the quiver is slung crosswise, and the wrench is fastened. They sat on their boats, stagnating, ready to rain arrows at the enemy, whether from the water or from the shore. On the huge boat, there are also two thousand additional shield warriors for possible pick-up battles.

There were more than ten rowers in each large boat, and two or three in the small boats. A total of 8,000 sailors and militiamen of the Mexica Marine Division were in a state of readiness.

Sherlot looked up at the sky, and the drizzle gently slid past, creating a circle of ripples on the water. The first rain has been falling for three days, from the first sporadic drops to the current thread of rain, which is about to fall.

The young commander was expressionless and thought deeply.

This was the last lure of the Mexica advance army and the last invitation of the navy. The main force of 8,000 warriors were all dispatched, leaving only 1,000 city-states and 1,000 directly subordinate samurai in the wooden fort on the north bank, and the 8,000 captives were scattered and guarded. Under the tarpaulins that covered the boat were bundles of rockets, and the longbow warriors changed their bowstrings.

If Tarasco's navy goes to battle, the Mexica navy will give them an unforgettable "surprise", and will establish an absolute advantage on the Leman River from now on.

Xiulott looked at the estuary in the southwest again. The tall estuary fortress was in sight, but there were only sporadic Tarasco boats on the water. These small boats spy on from afar, passing through the fort from time to time, reporting the military situation. Tarrasco's main navy is hidden in Lake Quetzeo, under the strict protection of the estuary fortress, it is unknown whether the assembly is complete.

"If in a few days, the rain will increase again, the rainy season will really come. At that time, the gunpowder weapons can no longer be used, and the power of the longbow will be greatly weakened. Under the weather, the Mexica Navy loses absolute range. An advantage is no longer a good opportunity for a war.”

While thinking about the day of war, Shilot suddenly heard the report of the scout.

"His Royal Highness, there is a large group of enemies ten miles to the southeast, the number is at least five thousand!"

Hearing this, Xiulote boarded the high platform of the boat and looked southeast. Ten miles is almost the limit of sight on the ground, and there are several teams of small dots running vaguely in the southeast. And after the small dots, there are a large group of black dots, and birds that startled across the black dots.

Shirot was stunned for a moment, and then showed a happy expression. He glanced again at the sporadic enemy ships on the southwest river, and there was no conscription from any navy. After a little thought, the young commander ordered two thousand stick shield warriors to land, and the elite battle group at the beach head was ready to fight. Then, three black smokes were lit on the south bank, and the scattered city-state warriors were assembled.

After another quarter of an hour, the two thousand warriors landed, and the enemy army in the distance was clearly in sight, and the copper spears flickered coldly. Three or four hundred Mexican warriors blew bone whistles as they fled to the river. Seeing the huge size of the fleet by the river, and seeing the Mexica warriors waiting to fight, Tarrasco's chasing speed slowed down significantly.

Sherlot listened for a while, only distinguishing two syllables that were repeated. The young commander thought for a moment, then decisively gave up thinking and asked the samurai chief beside him.

"Bottard, what does this whistle mean?"

Bertard had been listening for a long time. He smiled slightly and answered quietly.

"His Royal Highness, the meaning is: be careful, there are many enemies."

Shulot was speechless for a moment. Seeing that the pursuers on the south bank had stopped, as if they were about to retreat, he no longer hesitated and waved the battle flag violently.

The trumpet of the attack suddenly sounded. The Thousand Temple Guards shouted the name of God frantically, and the sound shook the sky. They lowered their shields, raised their sticks, and charged towards the Tarrasco warriors at the forefront. Afterwards, the warriors exchanged their shields, collided with their bodies, and splashed muddy water all over their bodies.

The Temple Guards swung their clubs and struck the enemy in the head, smashing leather caps and bones into depressions. The Tarrasco warrior pierced the bronze spear, pierced the guard's cotton armor, and plunged deep into the soft heart. The frontal battle turned white-hot in an instant, the samurai on both sides kept entangled and fell, and the blood gradually stained the earth.

The two thousand directly subordinate samurai were divided into two groups, attacking the enemy's left and right. The head is stabbed by groups of bronze spears, and the opponents are civilian militiamen without shields. The directly subordinate samurai are skilled and experienced. Holding up their shields, they shouted and spread out to the flanks, forcing the militias on the opposite side to gradually disperse. Then, the leading senior warriors burst into anger, and bravely rushed through the gap in the enemy formation. They used their skilled combat skills to knock down the militiamen holding spears one by one in the close-to-swing room.

The five hundred jaguars turned slightly, like agile cheetahs, to the rear of the enemy. They howled in terror and threw two rounds of spears, creating two gaps in the enemy line. Immediately, the elite chapter broke into the scattered and shaken militia, and slaughtered. The ferocious beast-shaped helmet carries a mighty power, like a rushing beast, making the militiamen tremble with fear. Skilled battle sticks are even more deadly. During the continuous blows, the attacked enemy will fall to the ground like cornstalks, with blood splattered on the spot.

Shulot stared at the south bank and observed the battle situation calmly. As the two sides engaged, the battle lines of the samurai and militia spread out to the flanks, and the grouped enemies slowly pulled into a long line. Only then did he fully see the specific composition of the enemy army.

On the front is a thousand Tarasco warriors. They resisted the fervent attack of the Temple Guard and were temporarily at a disadvantage. The two flanks engaged, Tarrasco's army resisted for a moment, then retreated loosely, which should be trained militia. And when the jaguar warriors in the back attacked, Tarrasco's army suddenly sank inward, the flag was crooked, and it quickly disintegrated... The rear must be ordinary militia.

The more than 300 city-state warriors who fled but rested for a quarter of an hour. By the time they entered the battlefield again, Tarrasco's army was about to collapse. Under the command of the commander's flag, the warriors of the city-state formed arrows and broke through the gaps in the flanks again. Tarrasco's army was like a taut silk thread that was slashed in two by a sharp blade, and then collapsed.

Thousands of militiamen threw away their bronze spears, let out a huge, meaningless cry, and turned and fled south. When the Mexica warriors stopped a little, the hordes of militiamen knelt down and surrendered. The warriors directly under the two wings began to pursue southward, while the warriors of the city-state were exhausted, and they ruled the surrendering militia in place.

Noble Jaguar chapters disdain to hunt down militias. They roared again, charging from behind at the struggling Tarrasco warriors. This type of behind-the-scenes attack is the deadliest and can completely disrupt the rhythm of defenses. In half a quarter of an hour, the thousand bronze spear warriors disintegrated, turned and fled to the south. The temple guards enthusiastically praised the name of the god, thanked the Lord for the victory, and then strode away in pursuit.

Seeing the victory come so quickly, Xiuluotran laughed out loud, sharing the joy of the battle with the generals. Immediately, he lowered his eyes and thought to himself.

This Tarrasco army consisted of only a thousand warriors, and the remaining four or five thousand were militiamen. The expected battle did not come, and the enemy navy did not dispatch. Now, the main force of the Tarrascos is hiding behind the contiguous camps and forts, firmly controlling the southern defense line. He couldn't find out the details of the enemy's mobilization, nor could he be sure about the distribution of the opponent's troops, so he could only keep testing carefully and beware of potential dangers.

A strong wind blew, bringing thunder in the distance. Soon, the rain in the sky became heavier and heavier, wetting the rain cloth on the boat and soaking the prepared rocket.

Shirot raised his head and let the raindrops hit his face, savoring the slight pain, as if listening to the will of the gods.

Soon, Barda came to report again. This battle killed two hundred Tarasco warriors and captured five hundred. Hundreds of militiamen were killed and more than 2,000 were captured. There were more than 3,000 long and short bronze spears seized. The casualties of the Mexica were no more than a hundred warriors, mostly in the frontal battlefield where the warriors fought. At this time, a large number of samurai are still in pursuit.

The young commander nodded solemnly, praising the warriors' bravery. As long as the samurai did not run out of energy, fled, or were completely surrounded, the casualties in frontal combat were not too many. And once the militias disintegrate ~www.readwn.com~ can often run faster than the samurai, such a target is not worth the risk of pursuing.

After thinking for a moment, Shirault commanded in a deep voice.

"Very good. Barda, you played well! The next order is: recall the chasing warriors and treat our wounded. Classify the prisoners and ask the enemy for details!"

Barda bowed proudly and was ordered to leave.

After a while, dozens of heralds ran in all directions, sending orders to withdraw troops to all directions. Then, groups of prisoners were unloaded and escorted on boats back and forth to the north shore in batches. The warriors put away their weapons, carried their captures on the battlefield, eagerly discussed the battle just now, and boarded the boat with high spirits.

The strong wind was hunting, the battle flag fluttered, and the continuous rain was falling in all directions. The rain washed away the blood-soaked soil and washed the bodies that were simply buried.

Sherlot rejected the proposal to build Jingguan. In the warm rainy season, the body should be buried as soon as possible to prevent the occurrence of blight. With the official arrival of the rainy season, the lure of the enemy and the invitation to battle will come to an end. He didn't want to over-stimulate the enemy, fighting hard during the rainy season.

The young commander finally looked at the river mouth fortress in the southwest. The enemy boats are still swimming, sending the news of the defeat of the river bank back to the south. This is the eyes of the Tarasco people, and the estuary fortress is the key to carrying the eyes.

Sherlot watched for a long time, and had some thoughts in his contemplation. Afterwards, the commander's flag pointed north, the conch horn of the withdrawal rang loudly, the battalion captains agreed loudly, and the sailors rowed the oars again.

Soon, thousands of boats swayed, thousands of people returned north, and the dim sky covered everything. Laden with the spoils of victory, the Mexica navy sailed toward the firm north shore stronghold, leaving behind only the smoke that died out in the drizzle.

Note: There is a detailed map of the Tarasco Raiders at the end of the chapter, and the range is the Land of Mikancho.