Aztec Eternals

"Aztec Eternal (

The ruthless rain of arrows howled up and down the city, like a fierce autumn wind, blowing across the battlefield. The warriors and militiamen on both sides were like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, withering by the tall city wall. The fallen leaves fell into the dust and mud, flowing out the nutrients in the body, dyeing the bluestone and loess into a deep red. As a result, the city walls turned into maple trees, and the fallen leaves became maple leaves.

The poignant battlefield is reflected in the eyes of the young commander, as well as his calm face like lake water. On the left city wall, Ottopan warriors continued to climb up, and then were driven down by Tarrasco's defenders, and it was always difficult to secure the gap. The surrounding militiamen also gradually gathered, rolling wood and boulders, throwing spears and bows and arrows.

Soon, with a mournful snail horn, hundreds of Tarasco's warrior reinforcements rushed to the head of the city. They formed a dense and powerful formation of spears, stabbing alternately, and the Ottopan warriors could no longer stand. The lean warriors desperately held on to their shields and retreated from the city in embarrassment, with faint signs of collapse.

Shulot's eyes narrowed, and he carefully looked at the supporting Tarasco warriors. They had a firm expression, clenched their wooden shields and copper spears, and had crocodile or turkey family crests on their leather armor. They had high fighting skills and were extremely vigilant about longbows.

"This should be the most elite reserve team of the enemy army! It has been consumed for days, and the remaining fortress defenders are no more than 10,000. If the entire army rushes forward at this time and fights to kill another 3,000 warriors, they will be able to capture the fortress in one fell swoop!"

Shirot hesitated in his heart. He looked around, the loyal knights, the fanatical temple guards, and the regimented pike army. These are the pillars of their own lineage, the core strength of the Holy City lineage. The young commander then made up his mind and waved the flag.

"Blow the trumpet, retreat!"

The fierce sound of the war drums suddenly stopped, and the sharp conch horn finally sounded, and the fighting for a few moments was as long as a century. Hearing the sound of the trumpet, the Ottopan warriors, who were struggling to maintain them, retreated quickly as if they had been granted amnesty. They jumped off the top of the city, raised their shields to cover, and ran to the rear without hesitation. The seriously wounded who could not move were ruthlessly abandoned, along with the wooden ladder at the top of the city.

The Tarrascos at the top of the city burst into cheers. Then another rain of arrows hit, nailing the outcropping enemy defenders, and the city head was quickly quiet again.

Only then did Giova emerge from the corner under the city and retreat with the siege guards. As the commander-in-chief of the legion, he led the charge to launch the charge, but he did not go to the city in person. He just found a corner that was difficult to shoot, and under the cover of a shield, he directed the nearby battle.

Sherlot waved the flag again. Dozens of small trebuchets were transported to the front line, and from a safe 90 paces, a round of burning paper fireballs was projected. The paper fireball traversed an imprecise trajectory, and most of it fell inside and outside the city wall, burning the buildings in the city. A few fell on the top of the city, bursting out a large group of flames, igniting more than a dozen large shields, and turning dozens of defenders into screaming torches. The billowing thick smoke rose immediately, and the burning sulphur gas continued to spread, covering the top and bottom of the city in toxic smoke.

Seeing the launch of the paper fireball, the defenders of the fortress breathed a sigh of relief. In these choking fumes, it is difficult for all to fight, and today's siege is over. The supporting Tarrasco warriors retreated again and entered the building behind the wall that could not be shot. The warrior overseeing the battle lowered his body and covered his face with several layers of cotton cloth. Under their stern orders, the militiamen coughed and cut down the wooden ladder, and then used the sand prepared at the top of the city to put out the fire and extinguish the smoke.

The retreating snail sounded again. Under the cover of thick smoke, the warrior Ottopan in the rear took away the wounded who were not seriously injured. The longbow warriors fired their last wave of feathered arrows. Hundreds of shield carts that were fifty paces away from the city began to slowly retreat, followed by a dozen or so nest carts that moved slowly, and finally the cramped crossbows that climbed down one after another from the high platform. hand.

When the siege armies were evacuated one after another, Shulot looked at the city head again. Many small fire groups were extinguished by the sand and soil. The Tarasco militiamen were exhausted and slumped behind the wooden shields and soil platforms on the city head.

The Tarrascos were good at building pyramids, just as good at building fortifications. There were originally crude parapets on the city walls, which were used to resist traditional wooden bows that were not very powerful. For several months, under the threat of the Mexica bow and crossbow, a large wooden shield nearly two meters in size has been erected on the top of the city, and many of the doors and windows can be seen.

Where the wooden shield is insufficient, a mud pier more than one meter high is piled up. On the one hand, these soil platforms can guard against bows and arrows, and on the other hand, they can be used for fire fighting. When the paper fireballs of Mexica ignited the wooden shield one after another, the earthen platform merged with the wooden shield and was further raised. In fact, these simple and practical defense facilities can also guard against arquebus and small-caliber artillery.

"In war, people will give full play to their subjective initiative to build fortifications, modify equipment, and adapt to the situation of war. Especially in this world of great competition that has lasted for hundreds of years."

The young commander stared at everything in the city head, thoughtfully. He never underestimated the wisdom of the ancestors. The people of the era just couldn't see the direction of the future, but not without experience in production and war.

In the confrontation of various forces, the advantages brought by advanced weapons can only last for a short time. Samurai will always find a way to gradually adapt to the new weapons from the mythological mind and the actual equipment. The real national advantage must be built on the innovation of the system and productive forces, on the basis of the strong national strength, and the confrontation with the Europeans is also here.

Shirot's thoughts drifted into the diffuse smoke. His eyes were as elusive as gods. When he came back to his senses, Giova was covered in blood, and knelt respectfully in front of the palace.

"Giova, the Ottopan Legion fought well! You have shown your devotion to the Lord God and your loyalty to the Alliance!"

With a friendly smile on his face, the young commander stepped forward and held up the "Coyote" Corps Commander. He was satisfied with the performance of the Ottopan Corps, the "Coyote" had been completely tamed.

"I would like to die for His Highness!" Giova clenched her fists in her chest and bowed her head in greeting.

Shulot nodded and asked.

"How about the casualties of the Ottopan Legion?"

Giova's eyes turned red, and her voice was hoarse and trembling.

"Thousands of casualties, of which 600 were killed."

Sherlot was silent for a moment, then patted Coyote on the shoulder.

The Ottopan Legion was only three thousand warriors, and four or five hundred had been killed in battle before. Today, Xian Deng attacked the city, and under the supervision of the army, another 600 people were killed, and the remaining number was less than 2,000. In the face of this kind of traumatic injury, the Ottopan Legion can only be transformed into self-cultivation, and it is already unbearable to use in a short period of time.

"Giova, the Ottopan Legion is struggling to attack the city, so let's go down and recuperate first. I will let the priest of the Lord God preside over a grand funeral for the Legion! ... In today's battle, under the suppression of the bow and crossbow, the enemy was killed and injured. When it is twice as much as us. The day when the city is broken is not far away, and the alliance will not forget your credit!"

Then, the young commander lowered his voice and spoke in Giova's ear.

"I will never forget your loyalty!"

Hearing His Highness's approval, Giova sighed in his heart that the Ottopan Legion finally proved itself with sacrifice. He fell to his knees suddenly, and saluted again solemnly.

This time, Shilot nodded slightly and did not act. He just stood in awe and accepted the visit of the "Coyote" Corps commander.

The autumn wind in November was blowing to the fullest, and fresh maple leaves were plucked from the top of the fortress. The brutal siege station came to an end, but the expendable feints continued every day. The warriors of the western city-states became a new batch of feint troops.

Mexica's bowmen used arrows sparingly. They approached the city head even more, firing precise shots, taking away dozens of defenders every day. Under the gradual blood loss, the defenders of the river mouth fortress became more and more tired, and their morale also fell to a low point. Perseverance becomes torment, and there is no hope in sight. The flag of Marshal "Crocodile" still fluttered at the head of the city, like a different mood, gradually rising in the hearts of the defenders at the head of the city.

In the blink of an eye, another two weeks have passed, and it is already halfway through November, and the sunny dry season is coming. On the Leman River, the Mexica fleet finally appeared again, bringing the support of the last batch of alliances.

Sherlot returned to the port on the north shore, unfolded a majestic guard of honor, and welcomed the new reinforcements.

This time, the sailor's trip was quite long, and it took more than a month. Anatly first went to the capital city in the lake, carrying a large amount of food and grass, and announced the news of the victory. Then she went up the Tempon River to the edge of the city of Hilotepec, put down some of the food, and received the promised reinforcements. Finally, she led the reinforcements south again, from the western city-state into the Leman River, all the way west to come here.

With a spear in hand, Anatri jumped from the ornate boat again. Her face was much lighter, but her eyes were full of energy.

"His Royal Highness, 2,000 western city-state warriors, 3,000 Hirotepec warriors, 4,000 Chichimek breeders, and 20,000 people of food for two months, all arrived on time!"

Shirot was slightly startled, and a happy expression appeared on his face. After waiting for more than half a year, the reinforcements from Hilotepec finally arrived! Contrary to his expectations, there were also two thousand warriors from the western city-state. The young commander pondered in his heart, and immediately understood.

"After the news of the great victory in the water battle came out, the Northern Route Army is in great shape, and the city-states have finally begun to add icing on the cake and additional investment!"

Thinking of this, Shuluo Trang laughed out loud. He glanced at the newly made flag on the boat and laughed loudly.

"Very good, the Lord God blesses you, 'the source of the Leman River', my navy general! Anatri, you have worked hard all the way, and go to rest!"

The female warrior saluted respectfully, then walked away without any hesitation. She was going to the wooden fort in the north to check on the chief warrior's injuries and martial arts.

Reinforcements landed one after another. Led by the great nobles, two thousand warriors from the western city-state made a loud noise and disembarked first. These city-state warriors are the private armies of the great nobles, and their equipment and morale are maintained at a good level, but their command is not satisfactory, and they cannot be used in battlefields with huge casualties.

Shulot has long been positioned for these city-state legions. At this time, with a sincere ceremonial smile on his face, he greeted the leading nobles for a moment, greeted each other's glorious ancestors, and mentioned the friendship between the ancestors who have been friends from generation to generation. Then, the nobles headed north to the wooden castle to participate in the welcome dinner hosted by the deputy marshal.

Then, the three thousand Hirotepec warriors were silent and stepped out of the boat in a neat formation. Seeing this legion, Shulot was stunned for a moment. He carefully observed that these once-familiar Otomi warriors, with simple and orderly actions, solemn and calm faces, with awe-inspiring murderous aura, had the appearance of a strong army.

Soon, on the beachhead of the river bank, the regiment's captain and the army priest began to form a team. The main and deputy commanders came together and greeted His Royal Highness.

With a melancholy smile on his face, the "Poet" commander-in-chief Balamo looked at His Highness, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He bowed and saluted with sincere admiration.

"Your Highness, you are like the noon sun, bringing me scorching warmth. Your increasingly majestic demeanor is like a condor that proudly raises its head, with its pitch-black eyes, it drenches my soul. I will crawl on you. Under your wings, I praise you for your victory!"

Sherlot thought for a while and confirmed that the "Poet" was sincerely praising himself. He just took a step forward and patted Balamo on the shoulder kindly.

"Balamo, a newly promoted nobleman, long time no see! You are like a sacred cocoa. Your beautiful branches have become wider and wider, making people happy."

The Poet's slightly fat face froze. He was idle for several months in the northern town, drinking and beautifying every day, dealing with local nobles, and accepting the service of Otomi's servants. Before he knew it, his once handsome sharp lines became more rounded and his body was much wider.

Balamo looked at His Highness's half-smile expression, thought for a moment, and suddenly realized. He immediately knelt down respectfully and paid homage to His Highness.

"His Royal Highness, your loyal commander Balamo has returned to his command and is willing to die for you!"

Shirot watched calmly for a while. Balamo looked solemn, kneeling on the ground motionless. After a while, the young commander laughed, shook the "Poet"'s hair, and then held up his hands again.

"Very good, Balamo, my 'Desolate Plateau', welcome back! Who is the commander of the Otomi Legion of Hilotepec~www.readwn.com~?"

Balamo carefully looked at His Highness's expression and said with a smile.

"God's Blessed Legion has Natalie as the commander and I as the deputy commander! Natalie was the first Otomi warrior to surrender, and the Hilotepec prisoner you exchanged during your first negotiation. He was the first A warrior who has surrendered to the Lord God, and is also the most devout warrior leader, who made great contributions in the northern expedition of the Chichimec dog!"

Hearing this, Shuluo nodded. He looked at the young Legion Commander Natalie and smiled.

"The Lord God is supreme and omnipotent! He blesses us and pays attention to the sacred West Expedition. Captain Natalie, with the blessing of the Lord God, the West Expedition will surely be victorious! As long as you fight for God, you will achieve new achievements. Honor will also build a glorious family!"

Natalie looked solemn, like a hard sculpture. Hearing His Highness's words, a sincere faint smile appeared on his face. Then, he held the sun amulet in front of his neck with his hand and replied devoutly.

"Praise the Lord God Huitzilopochtli! He saved us, and we will fight for Him and spread His glory! The Blessed Legion will devote itself to the great battle of God, giving His life to the Lord until death Hugh. His faith will spread all over the world!"

After almost chanting, Natalie knelt down on one knee and gave a solemn salute to His Highness.

"Holy 'God's Revealer', the chief priest of Teotihuacan, His Royal Highness Priest of Shilot, Natalie on behalf of the Divine Blessed Legion, I salute you! war!"

Seeing Natalie's pious demeanor that did not seem to be fake, and listening to the other party's heartfelt praise, the young priest was sluggish for a moment, his heart was racing, and he immediately reacted.

"Praise the Lord Huitzilopochtli! I pray to the Most High, and praise the souls of the converts, this is the loyalty under the watchful eyes of the Lord!"