Aztec Eternals

The setting sun is heading towards the west, returning to the end of the kingdom of God. The red glow of the sky also faded away, just like the dissipated life.

Then darkness came, annihilated the crimson earth, buried all cruelty, and the capture ended here.

Little bonfires are lit under the hills. The samurai counted their loot, while Avit and Kassar discussed the casualties of the battle.

In this battle, more than 300 Mexica warriors were killed and more than 700 were injured. Most of the casualties occurred during the besieged phase of the summit, especially on the half-encircled flanks of the samurai. Barda's assault troops suffered few casualties, and Cassar's jaguar fighters suffered no casualties.

The more elite the troops are, the more careful they are to use them. They are often used only for the decisive blow, and try to avoid fierce battles.

The Otomi people suffered heavy losses. Before the big rout, there were about 300 or 400 samurai casualties. After the big rout, the samurai warriors were annihilated in groups. Within half an hour, 1,560 soldiers were killed and wounded on the mountain, and seven or eight hundred prisoners were captured.

The samurai on the top of the mountain, in the end, only escaped for a thousand or so, the system completely collapsed, and his bones were completely broken. Even if the escaped samurai were lucky enough to return to Ottopan, they would not be able to regain their fighting power without a few months of rest.

Giova escaped anyway, taking the last battalion of warriors. The mountains and forests here are the hometown of the Otomi people. Once they escape into the forest, it is like a mouse that escapes back to the burrow and disappears without a trace.

Statistics on the militia are much more sparse. On the top of the mountain, the Otomi militia, who were pinched along with the samurai, suffered the worst, with nearly half the casualties. The militias that Barda fought against were not small. The 4,000 militiamen who were detained around the back escaped the fastest and suffered very little loss. As for the last two battalions of slingers, the seasoned hunters fired two slingshots hastily, and turned into the woods before the jaguar fighters could pounce.

All in all, the militiamen lost more than 2,000 in battle, and more than 2,000 were captured as prisoners. However, the scattered militias are likely to flee directly to their hometowns and no longer participate in the ensuing war.

"The militia with the weakest combat effectiveness always loses the least in every battle, and it never even exceeds 30%. Sherlot, do you know why?" Avette asked with a good mood, blinking his eyes.

"Because every time, they lost two casualties?" Sherlot also guessed with a smile.

"That's right. But there is another reason." Aveni smiled. "They have the least equipment, and no one can catch up when they run."

"Haha." Sherlot smiled. In the American continent without cavalry, the militia has this advantage, and it is easy to escape, just like the Japanese Ashgaru.

Sherlot soon stopped laughing. The corpses of more than 300 Mexica warriors were neatly placed in a large pit that had just been dug. He looked at these frozen faces, many of which he only met yesterday, and today he is with the loess. Life is impermanent, and my heart is more touched.

The rest of the warriors were even more fluctuating in their emotions. They stayed with each other day and night, and were separated for a while. Since the battle is won, a funeral is needed to comfort the living.

In the age of theocracy, priests enjoyed the highest power and also assumed the role of a bridge between humans and gods. Sacrificing to heaven and earth, praying for a good harvest, and guiding the dead are the responsibilities of priests that cannot be avoided.

The warriors looked at Shilot with anticipation, and Avit even more smiled and winked at him. Shirot sighed.

The young man recalled the ritual taught by his grandfather, put on a long feather crest, put on a black tengu suit, raised a divine staff, set up a sacred altar on the hill, and then lit a roaring bonfire.

The name of Shulotel, which symbolizes death and new life, is very suitable for this time.

The samurai stood under the altar. Then, the desolate drum sounded, the missing ocarina played, and the elegy of the night fluttered.

"The earth shook, and the Mexicans began to sing." A young man danced on the altar. He shouted in a clear voice, praying for God's response to take away the souls of the deceased.

Under the altar, thousands of warriors also took off their shirts and danced wildly like warriors. Then the bonfire flickered and flickered, and the earth shook.

This is dancing.

"He made the jaguar dance with him,

Let's take a look at the reciprocation and return of this life.

He stood on the wings of an eagle and cried,

Cry! Mexicans!

The battlefield is like that,

It is the place where we worship God with holy blood!

"

The footsteps of the warriors were quicker, and the drums sounded like rain, accompanied by the cry of jaguars and eagles, as if from the ancient wilderness.

In the footsteps, the jaguar warriors quietly left, and when they came back, there were many more howls of the wounded. It was a thousand prisoners with limited mobility who were placed around the big pit.

This is preparation.

"The condor was dyed blood,

The jaguar growled in death.

The armor is broken,

The long crown is destroyed.

Magnificent gems fall like rain,

Bright feathers are burning.

The warriors are broken,

not in blood,

to dust.

"

The samurai danced in ecstasy, and the earth-shattering drums and footsteps concealed the mourning before the death of their lives. The warm liquid poured out, drowning the dead bodies in the pits to fulfill the words of prayer.

This is sacrifice.

"There is nothing in this world,

Holy as death in battle,

Gorgeous blooming like flowers!

We use the lost vitality,

In return for the Lord God who gave life:

Vizzilo Pochtelli,

Huitzilopochtelli!

Huitzilopochtelli! !

"

The warriors stopped, bowed down on the warm ground, and shouted the name of the patron saint in unison. So three times.

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"The city of the gods,

Teotihuacan,

It is also the tomb of the gods,

A bridge between life and death.

I yearn for,

But out of reach.

Here the dead wake up,

Here the dead rise up,

The dead live here,

The dead are in peace here.

This is the promise of the Lord God,

We pray for the dead.

God has come!

"

The warriors under the altar burst into a commotion. They prayed loudly, shouted the name of the deceased, said the last parting words, and then fell silent.

This is goodbye.

"God has come!

To take away the souls of the dead,

Go to the red country.

Then God said:

you're awake.

Look at the red sky,

Look at this red dawn,

Look at this red crested pheasant,

Look at the red swift.

The butterfly has already flown.

"

On and off the stage, there was silence. The warriors buried all traces. Only the distant sound of drums and the ocarina of blessing remain.

This is new life.

Shulot put out the bonfire, and the eastern sky gradually showed the initial gleam.

The warriors looked at the distant morning star, which was their spiritual sustenance. In this era, people's minds are above the nine heavens, below the nine seclusions, and not in the world.

Afterwards, warriors climbed the hill one after another, cut off a bunch of their own hair, and placed them beside Shulot.

Shulot looked at the warriors in surprise. He knew that this was an extremely high etiquette, representing the samurai following and willing to fight for it.

The funeral is over, and dawn has come.