Aztec Eternals

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The continuous drizzle fell from the sky, wet the flags erected high, and fell on the strong bluestone fortress. After scouring, the bluestone has become smooth and difficult to climb. The raindrops meandered down, and then merged into the rushing Leman River, passing by the boats on the river.

In front of Tarasco's estuary fortress, at a distance of 100 meters, five or six Mexican boats were swaying and snooping. This is the daily reconnaissance of the northern enemy, and the garrison of the fortress has long been commonplace.

Shulot took the bow independently and carefully observed the shape of the estuary fortress.

Since it is a personal investigation, of course, you can't carry the commander's flag, and you can't ride on a big boat. The young commander wore a simple civilian warrior uniform, carrying the usual mexican longbow, and wearing an obsidian dagger that never left his body. He is like an ordinary young warrior, full of energy to scout with the ship. Behind him, the tall warrior chief also carried a longbow and stood steadily in the center of the boat.

Shirot watched for a long time, and his expression gradually became solemn. He straightened his arm, crossed his thumb, used his fingers as a reference, gestured for a while, and then frowned deeply.

The height of the city walls of the estuary fortress is an astonishing six meters. At this height, the defenders' rolling stones and bows and arrows are extremely lethal. Judging from the number of defenders side by side, the width of the top of the fort wall is also five or six meters, and the width of the bottom is at least eight or nine meters. The exterior of the fortress is covered with bricks, and the top of the fortress exposes the base of bluestone. On the thick walls, deep and complicated yellow patterns are carved, revealing the traces of ancient vicissitudes.

As soon as Thulotelli recognized it, it was a mysterious symbol carved by the priests of Tarasco, representing the blessing of the earth goddess Kverava Perry, which means using the power of the earth to strengthen this vital fortress. It seems that the Kingdom of Tarasco has been operating in the estuary fortress for a long time and attaches great importance to its defense.

The young commander pondered for a moment, and he softly ordered the samurai chief behind him.

"A half circle around the fortress along the Leman River, I want to see the specific topography!"

Bertard nodded slightly, without salute, to avoid revealing the identity of Shulot. Soon, five or six small boats swung their oars around the fortress like swimming fish.

After looking back and forth for two laps, Shirot took a deep breath. Although he had already heard about it from the scouts, seeing the terrain with his own eyes gave him a chill in his heart. The estuary fortress is surrounded by rivers on three sides and land on the other side, which is really easy to defend and difficult to attack.

To the north of the fort is the wide Leman River and to the west is Lake Quetzeo. The estuary channel between the river and lake is only thirty or forty meters long, and it is hundreds of meters long, completely within the striking range of the fortress city head. There is no north gate in the fortress, but there is a water gate on the west side, which is connected to Lake Quetzeo. The defenders can attack from here at any time and cut off the passage of the river and lake.

The east side of the fortress is land on the river bank, but there is a natural moat, which is also five or six meters wide. Similarly, in order to facilitate defense, the fort has no east gate, but only a faintly visible south gate, which is convenient for the passage of the brigade of warriors. Outside the south gate, there are two circles of wooden fences for blocking, both of which are within the range of long-range strikes at the head of the city.

The young commander thought silently. The Hekou Fortress is two or three miles from east to west and two or three miles from north to south, with an area of ​​about two square kilometers. In fact, it is a small town. This kind of military city can station ten or twenty thousand people, relying on the natural terrain and acquired fortresses, it is really difficult to capture. If Dengcheng is attacked by force, the casualties will be unknown.

Shirot raised his head again and carefully observed the city head. Logs and stones were piled up on the city walls, and tall watchtowers were erected. There is also a thick shield on the top of the wall to protect the shooting archers. The remaining militiamen, armed with bronze spears, formed a group, and were looking at the boats on the river.

"Although the Tarrascos only have ordinary single bows, they have a large number of armor-piercing bronze arrows, which can completely kill leather armored warriors at a distance of 20 meters."

Sherlot pondered inwardly, with a heavy heart. He looked at the flags fluttering at the top of the city. One side was the divine flag of the sun, the moon and the stars, the other side was the "Ukuscha" flag that symbolized the royal family, that is, the eagle flag with its wings spread, and the last side was the flag of the local nobles, the family crest. It's "Ospie," the green crocodile.

The meaning of these flags is that under the dual jurisdiction of the gods and the king, the local "crocodile" nobles actually control the fortress.

"The king's flag can be planted on the fiefs of the border nobility. It seems that the degree of centralization of the Tarasco Kingdom is indeed higher than that of the Mexica Union. If the mighty crocodile can be used as a family crest, the division of the land here must be one. A true nobleman."

Shulot looked at the flag and analyzed it for a while, then observed the strong fortress again. He looked at it for a moment, and thoughtfully, many classic battles crossed in his mind. Finally, the young commander turned his head and said to the samurai chief.

"Bottard, let's get closer and take a closer look at the Watergate!..."

The boy's voice drifted in the wind, gradually becoming inaudible, until it reached the top of the river mouth fortress. Under the waving three flags, among the surrounding warriors, two Tarrasco nobles in battle uniforms sat cross-legged on a cotton blanket, discussing each other.

"General Kukuna, the main force of the Mexican navy has left, and the kingdom's navy has been assembled. It's time to send a large army and teach the enemy on the north shore a lesson!"

A majestic round-faced aristocrat said loudly, with a majestic expression and a commanding expression. Surrounded by a delicate bronze necklace and wearing a dark grey crocodile hat with purple copper inlays, he was distinguished at a glance.

"Respected Russian commander, now is indeed a good opportunity for the navy to dispatch. However, the mobilization of the legion is insufficient, and the southern camp has just been lured and ambushed by the Mexicans, losing seven hundred warriors and three thousand militia... I'm afraid It is difficult to send a large army north."

General Kukuna bowed his head slightly and greeted the round-faced noble. He looked respectful, of modest stature, dressed relatively plainly, and had a conspicuous hooked nose, or, in the eyes of the Prepechas, "turkey nose."

Yes, in Prepecha the word "kukuna" means turkey, just as "Ospie" means crocodile. In this era, the names of nobles often come from animals, ancestors, myths or gods, and they often have corresponding responsibilities. The name "Russian" means the inheritance of the navy, and "Kukuna" is obviously only the commander-in-chief of a militia regiment or a low-ranking samurai.

It is worth mentioning that in the Nahua language, turkey is called "cocolo", which is very similar to "kukuna" in Prepecha. This similarity in pronunciation proves that the Mexicans and Prepechas actually had very similar ancestral origins, probably from migratory canine descents in the far northwest.

In the Yucatan Mayan language, the name of the turkey is "Urum" or "Das", which is completely different from the Ministry of Mexico.

Hearing the words of General "Turkey", the round-faced noble glared at him dissatisfied, and yelled loudly.

"The nobles of the southern fortress are all land turtles that can't bear to fight in the field. They only dare to hide behind their camps and let the murderous Mexicans ravage and plunder the people of the kingdom! The estuary fortress is under the control of my navy, so it should be Have the courage to attack and bite like a crocodile!"

"Kukuna, you just lacked the courage to fight, that's why you lost the wooden fort on the north bank so quickly, without even putting a fire on it, easily allowing the Mexicans to gain a foothold! Fortunately, You still have three hundred warriors, thousands of militiamen, and a chance to make up for your mistakes."

Hearing the words of the Russian leader, Kukuna lowered his head and remained silent.

"I have gathered 20,000 sailor militiamen, 3,000 elite warriors, plus more than 2,000 warriors from the southern fortress, and I can raid the three wooden forts on the north bank at any time. As long as His Majesty Suangua's Royal Capital army arrives, Or if support from the Lake Chapala region arrives, we can cross the river and completely drive the Mexica from the north!"

Hearing this, Kukuna paled in shock. He finally exhorted.

"Respected head of Russian, your majesty has given you three thousand warriors and tens of thousands of militiamen, which are the fortresses of the estuary for you to firmly guard. This controls the passage of Lake Quetseo and protects the hinterland of the kingdom along the lake. Don't miss out!"

"Mexicans have always been good at fighting, and their infantry is strong. Now, they have more powerful bows, which can shoot samurai from more than 100 meters away. The rapid fall of the wooden fort on the north bank is precisely because of these large bows. Bow!"

The round-faced noble originally showed disdain, but when he heard this, he became interested.

"Kukuna, I heard the samurai say it, but I don't believe it. Now you say the same... The Mexicans really have a big bow that can shoot from a hundred meters away and penetrate the samurai's leather armor? What was that like?"

Kukuna struggled to recall, the descriptions intermittently.

"A very large and long bow, like a curved wooden pick, it is estimated to be two meters long, and it can be drawn to one meter... The big bow shoots, the arrow is like a meteor, fast as lightning, and it is unstoppable... Oss Send the regiment commander, with these longbow defenses, although the three wooden forts on the north bank are short, it is definitely not enough for 20,000 to 30,000 people to break through!"

Russian shook his head and chuckled, picked up the tequila on the cotton blanket, and drank it. He only regarded it as an excuse for the loser and ignored Kukuna's nonsense.

Kukuna was worried in his heart, but his words could not convince the head of the regiment. He looked around, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by the five or six small boats on the river. He watched the boats get closer and closer until they were only more than fifty meters away from the water gate on the west side. Several warriors on the ship, risking being shot by bows and arrows, were snooping on the details of the fortress.

General Turkey took a closer look and was attracted by the tall warrior at the head. The warrior looked majestic and stood solemnly, with a Mexican longbow behind him. And the young warrior standing in front of him also had a longbow. The six guards around also have rare longbows in their hands.

Kukuna shouted eagerly.

"Leader of the Russians! Look, that's the Mexican reconnaissance fleet!"

Ospie glanced at it and said casually.

"Mexican reconnaissance fleets come every day, five or six at a time. Kukuna, as a samurai, you should learn to stay calm...don't talk, listen to me!"

The round-faced nobleman pondered, with a serious look on his face.

"Kukuna, I just had an idea. You have been stationed in the north for a few months, and you have not disturbed each other with the Otomi people. It is considered a tacit understanding. In this way, you can go to Ottopan City as an ambassador, whether it is food or copper soldiers. , the kingdom can promise them all. I only need the Otomi people to send troops quickly and attack the Mexicans together with the kingdom! By the way, when the wooden fort on the north bank is recovered, they can also be returned to them. The river is the boundary!"

Kukuna's face froze, he didn't care to talk about the longbow, he said in surprise.

"The Russian leader, without His Majesty's permission, how dare I give up the land on the north bank of the Leman River in the negotiation!"

Ospie shook his head, his tone was flat, with a hint of mockery.

"Kukuna, you have proved with your own record that the wooden fort on the north shore cannot be defended. The kingdom controls it, but it is only uselessly depleting its troops. What's more, the first task now is to defeat the Mexican striker. , to prevent the enemy from gathering more and more! As for the promise at this time, of course, we must wait until the end of the war before deciding whether to follow it."

Kukuna pondered the proposal, and felt that it was really feasible. The regiment commander's willingness to send troops seems to be more and more firm. In a hurry, he pointed at the Mexica boat in front of the water gate and shouted loudly.

"Look, commander, that's the longbow of the Mexicans!"

Ospie was stunned for a moment. He turned his head and stared at it, carefully observing the Mexica's boat. The round-faced aristocrat's gaze passed over the boy who was looking at the bow of the boat, stopped on the tall and quiet warrior of vicissitudes, and then looked at the huge longbow behind him.

"Is there really such a big bow?! I don't know how powerful it is!"

According to the height of the samurai and the length of the boat, Espy gestured with his fingers. Immediately, he looked at the most conspicuous warrior of the vicissitudes of life, his eyes shining.

"This samurai is calm, standing on a swaying boat, and can stand still. He must be a warrior with high martial arts! Civilian clothing, no family crest, it seems that he is not a noble, and can be recruited. Leather armored bow, well-equipped, with a condensed aura , I guess it's the battalion commander of a civilian warrior!"

The round-faced nobleman showed belligerent excitement. His majestic body suddenly stood up~www.readwn.com~ and strode away, leaving a casual order.

"Kukuna, guard the water gate, I'll be back when I go! It's been a long time since I've played. Today, I have to exercise my muscles to catch this samurai. Ask what's going on on the North Shore, and see what the power of this longbow is! "

Bertard stood in the middle of the boat. He carefully guarded Lake Quetzeo and the Leman River, for the Tarrasco fleet that might appear in the distance. As long as the enemy's navy approached within two miles, he would return with His Highness without hesitation.

Shulot looked at the top of the fortress, and a round-faced warrior suddenly stood up, looked down for a moment, and then disappeared. The young commander didn't care, and continued to observe the water gate more than fifty meters away.

The shape of the water gate is quite large, with a width of seven or eight meters and a height of about three or four meters. Below is a waterway that is also seven or eight meters wide, allowing two large canoes with a width of three meters to go out in parallel. The waterway stretches all the way, and it is unclear where the fortress leads to, nor how the internal defense is. This water gate is really a wide marching channel...

While Shiloh was thinking, the sound of "squeaking" wood rubbing suddenly came from his ears. The young commander was stunned for a moment, and the water gate that had been closed all day in front of him suddenly opened wide, and hundreds of enemies rushed out with killing intent.

More than a dozen small boats approached like arrows, and they came to the front in the blink of an eye. It was loaded with two sailors, six warriors, and the shining bronze spears were raised, ready to stab. Then came two parallel large boats, each carrying ten sailors and thirty samurai. One of the large boats is particularly gorgeous, with a crocodile-headed seat built on it, and a majestic round-faced warrior is sitting on it, with a spear flag in his hand pointing at His Royal Highness's boat.

Bertard paled in shock. He reacted the fastest, pressing His Highness onto the boat, turning his head and shouting eagerly at the rowing guards.

"Go, go!"