Aztec Eternals

The sun shines on the earth again. The earth is not much different from yesterday, except for more extinguished bonfires and shallow earthbags. The traces of death have been buried in the ground, and the living continue their crusade.

After the samurai had breakfast of tortillas and black beans, they carried shields and battle sticks.

The relics of the warriors on both sides were collected. Otomi's warriors suffered many casualties, and many warriors' equipment was left on the battlefield.

The extra weapons were carried by the samurai. Then the excess leather armor was handed over to the more than one hundred Otomi militiamen to carry. The lucky ones were promised their release as long as the equipment was transported back to the Mexican camp.

Beside them are the escorting jaguar warriors, armed with javelins, alert to the movements of the captives,

This is an era of extreme lack of productivity. Every pair of leather armor and every obsidian battle stick is precious. Broken equipment is not thrown away at will, but brought back to the camp to be repaired.

The Legion took three thousand Otomi prisoners, one thousand samurai, and two thousand militiamen. The Mexica warriors took out the prepared sisal ropes, joined the hands of the captives, tied them into a string of twenty, and escorted them in the middle of the procession.

The captives had to go through a long journey, through mountains, through forests, through rivers, through lakes, and finally to the capital of the empire, waiting for the end of everything.

The army packs up and is about to leave soon.

At this moment, more than a hundred warriors automatically gathered in front of Shilot. They knelt down on one knee and bowed their heads to Shirott. These people, Shulot, have all met, and they are the samurai who offered their hair at the end of the sacrifice yesterday.

The leader is a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life and a calm expression. He was wearing a yellow-patterned battle armor and a feathered beast helmet on his head. This turned out to be a senior fourth-level warrior, qualified to join the Eagles and Jaguars, and only a line away from the first-level military nobles.

The man walked to Sherlot's side, knelt down on one knee again, and lowered his head deeply. Seirot subconsciously imitated his grandfather's movements, and the boy put his hand on the samurai's hair.

"Holy, victorious, benevolent coyote priest in the presence of the patron saint Huizilopochtli. I, Bertard, warrior from Tenochtitlan, willing to guard you and fight for you , until the last drop of blood was shed."

The sudden confession made the boy a little overwhelmed.

Sherlot stood for a while, calmed down, and then asked, "Bottard, can I ask you a question?"

"According to your will, I will know everything."

"We've only known each other for two days, why are you allegiance to me? Is it because of the sacrifice last night?"

"Thank you for graciously guiding my brother's soul to the land of the dead."

"Is that so... Is there any other reason?"

"Under your leadership, we won yesterday."

"Um...Is that so?" Sherlot didn't know how to reply. Yesterday, he just stood on the top of the mountain, as a priest on the sidelines, watching the battle start, going on, intense, climax, until the curtain call.

"Also, you are born holy, born shortly after the death of the great Montezuma I." At this time, Bertard raised his head, his calm face was filled with excitement, but his voice became low, and finally there were only two people. Heard. "I remember that night, when the evening star shone in the sky, and death brought new life."

Shulot was shocked. He remembered that in Teotihuacan, the king and grandfather, also speaking of Montezuma I and the Evening Star, believed that his birth was due to the blessing of the tengu Shilotel. Then he was given a Tengu sacrificial costume and was taken away by the king. Not long ago, the king also asked himself the knowledge of the sun and the earth.

All of this was connected like a flint and light, and finally Avitt smiled meaningfully: "You passed the test."

Shiloh was silent for a moment, his body stiffened slightly. The boy's body is not a real boy. For the first time, his face became darker.

So, he also said in a low voice: "So, Bertard, are you willing to accompany the newborn sun?"

Seeing the change in the boy's expression, excitement spread on Bertard's face. "I would."

"Whatever the way forward?"

"No matter what the road ahead is!"

"Until when?"

"Until the old sunset falls, the new sun reigns in the sky!" Bertard's face was already furious, "And Montezuma is back on the throne!"

The heated conversation is secret and fast. After Bertard performed the etiquette of allegiance, he looked as usual and quietly got up and retired.

Next, more than 100 warriors saluted and swore their allegiance to Shilot in turn, and made an oath to follow him.

Most of the samurai were relatives and friends of the war dead and expressed their gratitude to him for yesterday's funeral. Others believed that, as a priest, he had the blessing of God to bring victory to the war. No one mentions the astronomy of his birth again.

Maybe I don't know, or maybe it's just buried in my heart.

Soon the army set off and embarked on a journey back to the siege camp of Hilotepec. There are still a few days left on the way back, and the brigade has to cross the mountains and forests, which is destined to be more difficult than before. Especially for prisoners.

The samurai escorted the captives and pulled out a long queue in the mountains. Arvitt was always at the front of the queue, discussing with the commanders the delivery of the prisoners and the disposal of the spoils.

Shirott walked behind, chatting with the first group of warriors who followed him.

He found that the warriors who followed him were relatively simple in clothing and decoration, and most of them were born in ordinary civilian families. Their promotion is not easy. Although they are skilled in martial arts and proficient in combat, they are at most limited to fourth-level senior fighters.

However, it is extremely difficult to go to a higher level, to become a first-class military nobleman, and to have land privileges in the city-state. Luck, strength, and background are all indispensable.

In other words, the reason why the warriors followed him spontaneously was partly because of belief and emotion. On the other hand, there is a desire for the future in my heart.

Shulot has more insight: Faith and reality, both parallel and equal, are the foundation of loyalty.

And communicating with experienced samurai is actually a very interesting thing.

Shulot listened to the samurai talking about the life of the city-state, such as the kickball game that swept the city-state. Everyone competed for rubber **** in a rectangular flat court. Then, like squash, throw into the goal high up on the wall. Often, the loser becomes a slave, and the winner gains wealth and honor.

And the loser of the competition on the sacrificial day will become the sacrificial sacrifice of the ceremony. This is the famous "human sacrifice stadium".

There are also mirrors made of obsidian, which can see people's faces like the surface of water. They are expensive and especially sought after by nobles.

There are also cochineal insects, a kind of red worm parasitic on cactus, which secretes white hairs, as small as dust, and feeds on cactus sap to grow into a round shape.

If the adult worms are ground into pulp, it is the most magnificent carmine. This is the finest dye, extremely precious, and used in the finest robes.

Shulot also talked about the capital of Tarasco, Qin Congcan, a city built on copper mines. Qin Congcan strictly restricted the outflow of copper mines in the city-state, and also controlled the sale of copper wares.

The people there make not only hard copper daggers, spears and axes, but also copper helmets and leggings. It seems that the Tarrascos have mastered the method of making bronze and have also begun to make copper armor.

"Actually, copper mines are not only found in Qincongcan, which is tightly controlled by the Tarrascos." Bertard, who had been quiet all the time, suddenly interjected, "As a scout, I used to go west of the Balsas River where the Jontars settled. Then, through the high forests, go west for a month, and you will be able to penetrate deep into the southern territory of the Tarasco, the Wetamo region."

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"There are rolling mountains and dense forests, and there are many small Tarasco city-states with strong autonomy. These city-states also use copper utensils, and most of the copper blocks come from the mountains. There are many open-air stone mountains, where grass and trees cannot grow. There are many granites, and the surface of the stones is gilded with streaks, and some are even like gold threads, glittering and shining in the sun."

"A large-scale porphyry copper mine that can be mined in the open pit. And it is not strictly controlled by the Tarasco people." Sherlot quickly captured three key points.

"Respected priest." Bertard suddenly gave a formal salute to Shilot, and said for the first time: "The copper equipment is hard and durable, and will greatly help your future. Yes. With a bronze spear, even a militiaman can threaten a samurai."

"When this war is over, I am willing to sneak into the south of Tarasco for you and purchase this important ore from the local village and native country."

Seeing Bertard speaking quietly and earnestly, Shirlot told himself about the importance of bronze ware, and at first he wanted to laugh. But I was a little moved when I heard that he was willing to risk a huge risk and sneak into the territory of the Tarasco for the source of the ore.

He nodded vigorously, stood on tiptoe, and patted Bertard on the shoulder.

The samurai continued to talk and laugh as they walked until the sun set and a dark cloud came from afar.

Arvitt just appeared at this time. He smiled, then stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and carefully scrutinized the calm and vicissitudes of Bertard who was guarding beside Shulot.

Then he looked at the more than 100 warriors who were crowded behind Shilot.

In the end, when he saw Shirot, who would be smiling likewise, he said with a smile:

"It seems that you have gained a lot from this expedition."