Aztec Eternals

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The sun was scorching hot, and Shulot, wearing a light robe, walked across the aisle for drying clothes and headed for the north gate of the wooden castle. Bertard put on his leather armor again, summoned Coles and the other guards, and followed behind His Royal Highness. Along the way, the warriors saluted one after another, chanting "His Royal Highness" and "Captain Holy Eagle Warrior".

The wooden fort has a limited area, so the young commander set up a new camp outside the north gate for the research and development of siege equipment and for defense support. When he stepped into the camp, busy craftsmen saluted together, showing the latest progress in turn.

The height of the light catapult is about two meters five, and the rotating gun tip is correspondingly shortened. Its bottom is a triangular stable support, the bottom width is less than two meters, and the bottom length is only a little more than two meters. It is roughly a scaled down version of the human catapult, and its overall weight is only one-fourth or one-fifth of the original. Therefore, it can be carried by several people, and it can also be easily loaded into a large boat and transported to the other side of the Leman River.

Sherlot stood silently on the sidelines. The craftsmen quickly fixed the light trebuchet to the ground in less than a quarter of an hour. Then, they put a pumpkin-sized paper ball on the magazine pocket of the long shaft of the cannon, filled with ten pounds of sand. Then, six or seven gunners took their positions, clenched the ropes connecting the short shafts with both hands, and looked at His Highness not far away.

His Highness waved his hand and gave an order. The gunners shouted in unison and pulled hard. The top of the cannon tip was raised, and the paper ball instantly reached a height of four meters, and then threw it out at a slight angle, crossing an elongated parabola and falling outside the 150-meter mark.

Shilot went over to check it in person, remembered where the paper **** landed, and then ordered everyone to continue. The paper ball weighing more than ten kilograms crossed the changing arcs, and the range was stable between 150 meters and 180 meters. The young commander pondered for a while, then drew a parabola on the ground with a wooden stick to calculate the flying height of the paper ball.

After a while, Shirault erased the picture on the soil with his foot, and nodded slightly satisfied. As long as the light trebuchet is approached within 120 meters of the city wall, the paper fireball can be thrown on the 6-meter city wall. At this distance, as long as the operator wears tight leather armor and helmets, the enemy's bow and arrow cannot cause serious damage. The only problem is that the accuracy cannot be grasped, and the placement depends entirely on God's blessing.

The young commander praised the number of sentences and ordered the craftsmen to step up production. He then looked at the light shield car.

The front end of the light shield car is a thick wooden board used as a shield, the middle is a small wooden platform for archers to stand and shoot, the back end is a long wooden handle for people to push, and the bottom is two simple wooden wheels. The large wooden shield at the front is about a finger thick, about two meters wide, and about one person high. There are three firing ports on the top of the wooden shield, that is, to protect the three longbow warriors from shooting at the same time. There are four long wooden handles, and the two of them can push the manned shield car forward.

Overall, this light shield truck is a two-wheeled cart loaded with shields.

The shield car is a long-standing siege weapon. Even after a hundred years, the heavy shield vehicle can still perform well in the face of light artillery fire. The Tarrascos had no heavy crossbows or firearms, and the front end of the Light Shield did not need to be reinforced with leather or metal, nor filled with dirt.

Sherlot took out his longbow and shot several times from 60 meters away. Afterwards, he carefully checked the depth of the war arrow's penetration into the wood and nodded.

"A large number of shield cars are made. The shields don't need to be so thick, so they can be simplified a little. I will send a group of captured civilians over here, and at least 200 cars will be built within a month!"

Hearing this, the craftsman leader knelt down and nodded.

Shilot finally checked the imitation watergate. The wooden water gate is only half finished, and the thickness is thickened according to the general shape. He first asked the warriors to slash frontally with a copper axe, and the sound of "duo duo" sounded dull. After a while, the young man shook his head slightly. Then, he asked the warriors to take out the stone chisels and hammers to destroy the key nodes, calculating the time in his mind, and still shaking his head.

The young commander pondered for a moment, and then called for gunpowder to take charge, and brought dozens of kilograms of well-preserved gunpowder.

After a while, the raging flames rose from the water gate, accompanied by a slight explosion, and black smoke spread out from the sky. The heat wave swept in, with a pungent breath, and everyone had to step back and stay away. The bursting burning continued for a full quarter of an hour before the fire gradually became smaller.

After another quarter of an hour, Shilot called five samurai and asked them to wear soaked cotton armor and come forward with a huge stone hammer. The loud bang of "bang bang" was accompanied by the snapping sound of "crack", and the burning wooden door suddenly burst, and then shattered with a bang.

Seeing this, Shulott laughed loudly. He watched the blackened pieces of wood flying and the sparks scattered, and he finally had some confidence in his heart! Behind him, Bertard also showed a delighted smile.

The five samurai replied immediately, their faces darkened, and even their hair was scorched by the flames. The young commander praised a few words loudly, and let the warriors go to the wooden fort in the south to rest. Then, he turned around and looked towards the south bank of the estuary fortress, his thoughts flying into the distance.

"The navy boat division has two weeks to return, bringing reinforcements and food, as well as the latest information on the capital. The South Road Army must have been dispatched, I don't know what the situation is now..."

Shulot's gaze has been to the south, across the mighty Leman River, across the unknown lake area, until the south is still fighting.

The golden sun shone from the sky, and Lake Patzcuaro glowed with brilliant waves. On the beautiful lake, hundreds of canoes came from villages all over the lake area, continuously transporting the collected food and militias. Then, the huge group of boats was divided into two teams, one team went north and the other team went south.

The sun falls on people's faces, illuminating different expressions. The Tarrasco warrior in charge shouted rebukes and urged the sailors and militiamen to move faster, with a serious and indifferent expression. Hearing the order, the rowing sailors rowed their oars hard, their faces filled with unconcealed exhaustion. They were recruited by the kingdom and have been busy for a whole month, carrying tens of thousands of troops and accompanying food supplies.

The militiamen on the boat held the newly issued bronze spears, their faces were full of unease about the unknown war and worry about the future of the village. The kingdom issued a strict recruitment order, and the lake area near the capital was urgently mobilized. They had to leave the fields they had just sown, follow the fierce warriors, and board a boat that did not know where they were going.

"You said, where are we going to fight? When will we be able to go home?" The hooded Weizti asked in a low voice while the guarding samurai was not paying attention.

On the swaying boat, the young militiamen looked confused together. Chiwako, an old militiaman in his forties, took out the yellowed cloth bag, took a deep breath of the herbal aroma with his nose, and showed a satisfied smile on his face. Immediately, his expression became calm, and he answered in the same low voice.

"Let's go north and fight against the Mexican division. There are not many enemies there, and the stone fortress is stronger than going south. As for returning, it will take a year at the earliest!"

"One year?!" The hooded Wizti exclaimed, attracting the fierce gaze of the supervisor samurai. All the militiamen bowed their heads and shut up at the same time, like obedient turkeys. After a while, the warrior's gaze shifted, and Wizti spoke in a low voice again.

"In more than a month, the pumpkins will be harvested, and there will be corn and beans behind. It's not enough to rely on the women and children at home. Are you really going to go out for a year this time?"

The old militiaman Chiwako sneered, took another sip of the herbal medicine, and said slowly.

"You still think about the fields and harvests at home? Let's survive first! Militia like us are the firewood for the fire on the battlefield. The warriors don't care about the life of the militia, they will only throw us where they are most likely to die. Place. If you are taken by the cruel Mexica jaguars, you wait to be cut open and sacrificed to the gods!"

The young militiamen shuddered when they heard the name of the Mexica jaguar. Those terrifying figures wearing animal helmets and yellow leather armor have been circulating in the kingdom for a long time, and their images are equivalent to the demons coming out of the western volcanoes.

After a while, Wizti asked in a low, trembling voice.

"We have the common blessing of the sun goddess, the earth goddess and the moon goddess! This battle should be won, right?"

Many young militiamen looked at Chiwaco, the only old militiaman in the village who had survived the previous war.

Chiwako sighed and carefully put away the herbal bag in his hand. This is his treasure, allowing him to remain calm in the battlefield and find the most suitable escape route. The old militiaman stood up, looked at the vast fleet from north to south, and then looked at the clear sky, and sighed deeply.

"Alas! Not long after the pumpkins were planted, the gentlemen launched so many militiamen that they couldn't even take care of this year's harvest. If you look at the expressions of these samurai, it is no different from dying. This battle, I think Hang!"

The sighs of the militiamen dispersed into the wind, and the sound became inaudible. The breeze never stopped, it drifted over the busy Patzcuaro Lake and entered the rich and solid copper capital of Qincongcan. It blew through thousands of craftsmen who made weapons, through thousands of warriors with copper axes, through hundreds of whispering nobles, and finally came to the religious center of the city, the magnificent circular pyramid, "The Winds of the Wind" House" Yakata.

Each of the five circular Yakata pyramids is tens of meters high, and is made of granite of different sizes as the main material, and then glued with corn mortar, like a sacred mountain standing in the world. The arrangement of the five pyramids is roughly in the shape of a keyhole, and the rear end of them is a stepped pyramid platform, which is connected by stone steps to facilitate the priests to walk back and forth.

These platforms extend and converge to form a quaint and solemn platform. On the top and bottom of the big platform are the compound stone houses, which are the sacred sanctuary for the priests of the kingdom.

Each pyramid has a core pile in the center, which is then thickened on the outer layers. The outermost layer is decorated with different slates such as spirals, circles and squares, and the slates are engraved with exquisite murals of gods. The top of the pyramid is painted with symbols of different gods, surrounded by bright patterns, paying homage to the five main gods who rule the world.

The three yaka towers in the center are the tallest and most gorgeous. Together with the base of the mound, they are 40 to 50 meters high, symbolizing the seat of the gods in the world. They represent the sun goddess Kulikaveri, the most luminous sun goddess, the earth goddess Kverava Perry, the merciful and protective earth goddess, and the moon goddess Haratana, the goddess of life and death.

Above the Yaka Tower, there are temples dedicated to the gods, as well as statues of gods made of pure gold, similar to the great temple in the capital city in the lake. But unlike the Great Temples, these temples are filled with the relics of many previous kings and nobles~www.readwn.com~ and even partially air-dried remains, like tombs on the ground, praying for eternal life after death. This is somewhat similar to ancient Egypt.

At this moment, huge bonfires were lit in front of the five temples on Yaka Tower. The flames are raging day and night, and these flames can be seen in ninety-one towns and villages in the Patzcuaro Lake District, which represent the highest mobilization of war!

Under the magnificent temple, hundreds of priests of all levels are busy in front of the circular pyramid, building a solemn altar. They have to hold large-scale prayer ceremonies, use captured Mexica offerings, seek divine prophecies from the gods, and pray for the victory of the war.

Near the sacred "House of Wind" Yakata, is the lofty royal palace, the royal palace "Yakatas" built on the hills. Arkatas is several stories high, surrounded by dozens of connected stone buildings. Loyal royal warriors were stationed in these stone towers, and tributes from various city-states were also stored. There is also a loot hut on the outermost side, which stores the heads of enemies killed in battle and the side weapons of these brave opponents. In the corner of the hut, a few black knives flickered with cold light.

From a distance, Akatas, which symbolizes kingship, has been expanded many times, and now it is as high as the House of Winds, which symbolizes theocracy. On the viewing platform in the sky in front of the palace, the king of Tarasco, Suangua, is wearing a yellow costume, a heavy feather crown, surrounded by gold and bronze ornaments, like the messenger of the gods in the world.

The supreme king bowed his head slightly, his eyes flashing with the light of thought. He didn't pay attention to the prayers of the priests to soothe people's hearts, but looked solemnly at the Mexica longbows and the scattered bronze arrows in front of him.

These powerful weapons were captured from the battlefields of the north and south at the same time. They are like the messengers of the moon goddess, making the brave kingdom warriors easily die!