Aztec Eternals

The bonfire was burning brightly, dispelling the chill of the night and making the faces of the generals flush red. These calm faces are not only fierce after the fight, high-spirited after the victory, and happy in the celebration; they are also mixed with different emotions that are either obviously close or secretly distant.

It is now more than half of February, and the army has been fighting for nearly a year. Shulot led the Northern Army and achieved successive victories. The congregation gathered from all over the world, following the banner of the black wolf, flocking beside His Highness, forming a powerful army. They worked hard in the victorious collective, and gradually moved closer to each other, and differentiated into different faction prototypes.

At this moment, following His Highness's words, all the generals looked at them together, examining the two Tarrasco descended generals in the tent.

Ezpan bowed his head and bowed to His Highness, freeing himself from the embarrassment. He took a few steps, came to Horta, smiled happily, and raised his glass in greeting.

"Patriarch Sky, congratulations for your joining! I have heard the prestige of the Sky Clan since I was a child, and it is like flying high above the clouds. I am very emotional to meet you here today, and I am overjoyed!"

Hearing this, Orta smiled and bowed his head in return. He is still too young, he has never experienced the bottom life, he cannot discern the complex emotions in these words, he just said it sincerely.

"Thank you for your congratulations, General Ezpan! You are so good at fighting, I don't know which glorious family you are from? Please stay close to each other in the future and give more advice!"

Looking at Orta's gesture, Ezpan's heart was happy and complicated. A few years ago, he was just an ordinary militia captain, humble as a weed lying on the ground. In the more bloodline Tarasco Kingdom, his life is destined to struggle in the mud, and he will never succeed! The great nobles of Tarrasco are high above the sky, out of reach as the sky, and never look directly at themselves. At this time, the noble like the owner of the sky, also bowed his head in front of him, smiling to please him!

Ezpan looked at the respected Highness, and His Highness also looked over with a smile. His heart was surging, and he once again faced His Highness, saluting from the bottom of his heart. Then, he stood there, looked at the young Horta, and gradually straightened his back. The ordinary resentment for more than ten years suddenly dissipated, and a higher desire sprouted in his heart.

He thought for a moment, reorganized the language, and smiled calmly.

"I come from a commoner's family, and it is only by faithfully following His Highness that I have today's glory. Master of the sky, following the wise His Highness will be the most correct choice in your life! Let us praise the Lord God and the brave and wise Oanda. General, he will ascend to the kingdom of the Lord God!"

Then, Ezpan raised the wine glass with his left hand with only four fingers, touched Horta deeply, and said with deep meaning.

"The sky of Chapala, Horta, looking at the origin of the hometown, I have two words for you as a guideline for doing things. Following the great highness is like following the new sun; believing in the supreme Lord is like believing in With the dazzling sunshine. Loyalty and piety are our only way and the shortcut to the light!"

Horta was stunned for a moment, looking at the confident and majestic General Ezpan, looking at the spine that had been straightened for some time, as if seeing with his own eyes, the weeds grew into cocoa. After a long while, he hurriedly thanked him and drank his drink.

Sherlot looked at everything in his eyes. He nodded with a smile, and patted Ezpan on the shoulder. The Legion of Mexica was able to conquer the lands of Tarrasco, but to establish a truly effective rule it had to embrace local heroes. He will treat them equally and fairly to the greatest extent possible, and provide an upward path of continuous integration.

Afterwards, the generals also stepped forward and had a drink with Horta. But for a moment, the young head of the house was drunk and his head was dizzy. His Highness seemed to have asked something else, and he answered them truthfully, and finally collapsed on the table while taking advantage of the situation.

Shulot waved his hand, and two guards stepped forward and took Horta to the corner to rest. The argumentation in the big account is still going on. The young commander summoned the samurai battalion commanders and praised the longbow personal guards, the royal archers, and the crossbowmen from the Temple Guard. The three thousand shooting corps had only one or two hundred casualties, but they poured out tens of thousands of feather arrows. They shot thousands of samurai militiamen and completely defeated the militia army in the front line!

"The crossbowmen are the alliance's advantage! It's just that the cost of arrows is huge, and the logistical pressure is heavy. The arrows that have been accumulated for several months have been exhausted in the first battle, and there are very few left. The production cost of these arrows is even Better than gunpowder bullets!"

Shirot pondered, and had a headache. War is an endless consumption. Life and wealth are burning rapidly in the flames of war. After this battle, the legion needs to be rehabilitated, the prisoners need to be rehabilitated, and the logistics need to wait for transportation...

"Let my father take care of all these chores of affairs!"

Thinking of relying on the rear, the young commander smiled relaxedly. He smiled and waved, calling the noble generals of the western city-state to him, and praised loudly.

"The Western City-State Legion defeated the militia on the periphery of the enemy army and assisted the attack on the two flanks. It also made great contributions! You have proved your bravery and the glory of your family! The God of War will bless you!"

Hearing His Highness's praise, the nobles of the Western State held their heads high and their spirits were high. In this battle, they first faced the enemy's militia, killed, wounded and captured many, and then pursued the enemy's logistics and seized a wealth of property. Four thousand well-equipped city-state warriors, but four or five hundred casualties, most of them minor injuries.

Even in the big tent of the commander, nobles from all over the world still feel good. They slapped their bare chests hard, confronted each other, and boasted in low voices of their prowess.

Shirot smiled and looked around at the nobles in front of him. Everyone also smiled and saluted loudly, congratulating His Highness on the victory.

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"Real bravery does not lie in the warrior who kills the enemy alone, but in the spirit bestowed by the gods on the warrior! A brave spirit is never blind, it can detect changes in the battlefield and, among the armies, contribute to the overall situation of the war Remember, the bravery of one person is nothing but a low hill by the lake, and the bravery of ten thousand troops is the sacred mountain standing on the plateau!"

The young commander put away his smile, his words turned, and there was a hint of wind and thunder. His eyes were stern, swept across the faces of the city-state nobles, and his right hand held the long dagger around his waist. When the nobles felt a chill in their hearts, they obeyed and bowed their heads, like a pack of wolves facing the wolf king.

The awe-inspiring stare did not last long. The majestic His Royal Highness just beat the nobles of the city-state a little, gave a slight warning, and laughed loudly again.

"In this battle, the most valiant city-state legion was the Mountain Family from Trokham! They only had a few hundred people, but they were able to summon the courage to pursue the feathered legion of thousands! They defeated the Chapala nobles in the rear. , the noble banner has been seized! Come, take a few steps forward, Commander of the Mountain House. Come and accept this heroic honor!"

When he finally heard His Highness's award, the young Iszel's face flushed red and he was extremely excited. He strode forward and knelt before the lofty hall.

"Your Highness, the Shanshan Clan is willing to fight for the Lord God, fight for the Alliance, and die for His Highness!"

Shilot carefully looked at Iser, who was standing out, and was slightly puzzled. This did not match the mountain commander he remembered.

"Heroic warrior, are you the commander-in-chief of the Hill family? Tell me your name!"

"Izel, Izel of the Mountain Family! I am the successor commander of the Mountain Family. My brother died bravely in the battle just now and went to the Kingdom of God with glory!"

Iser suppressed his emotions and tried to show a look of sadness and yearning.

Hearing this, the young commander nodded clearly.

"Izel, 'eyes in the dark, faces that can't be seen'. That's a pretty name, you're the son of a mountain family?"

The mountain family is named after the sacred mountain in the west, and they call themselves the goddess of the earth mother goddess. It is absolutely impossible to give such a name to the direct heir.

Hearing His Highness's question, Izel suddenly became a little nervous. Uneasy in his heart, he replied in a low voice.

"Yes, Your Highness. My mother is a commoner... I will take the banner of the mountains, fight bravely, and follow you faithfully!"

Shilot stared at the young man kneeling at his feet. From the eyes of the other party, he saw such a familiar light, which was a desire from his heart.

Eyes in the dark, faces that cannot be seen...Trocampan is located in the western part of the Mexican Valley, and its location is critical. Private soldiers, this time we will send 500 troops...

Xiuluot's thoughts turned, and he made a decision after a while! With a gentle smile on his face, he patted Izel kindly on the shoulder.

"A true warrior, regardless of origin, will honor the entire family! Izel, like you, my mother is also a commoner. In today's battle, you have proved yourself! Judge the current situation and pursue accurately, you have a wise man Eyes, but also a brave heart!"

The young commander had a smile in his eyes. As the commander who looked at the overall situation, he naturally knew that Iser was "appropriate" to pursue. This is a family concubine with flexible means, and he does not lack the courage to change his destiny.

"Then, I will give you this chance!"

Shuluo decided to make up his mind and laughed loudly. He took off the obsidian dagger from his waist and handed it to Izel, who was kneeling down, like a slate of fate.

"The alliance is the most important military service, and I like the warrior the most! Izel, you have the valour of all armies. I give you a weapon that you carry with you as a proof of your honor!"

Hearing His Highness's words, Izel raised his head in disbelief and looked at the noble with his arms outstretched. He took the dagger tremblingly, his hands clenched. Then, the young samurai bowed his head obediently, let His Highness's palm fall on his hair, and performed a courtesy etiquette.

"Your Highness, you are the dazzling sun, shining on the sky of Tarasco! I will lead the warriors of the mountain family and follow you to the death!"

The young commander naturally shook the young warrior's hair and said softly with a smile.

"The sun not only shines on the sky, but also on the sacred mountain in the west. Prove your loyalty and bravery, and you will get everything you desire!"

Then, Shirot looked around the generals and spoke in a deep voice.

"The Lord God blesses the warriors, and the alliance is headed by military merit! As long as the military merits are made, the concubines can also inherit the family. As long as they fight the enemy bravely, the militia can be promoted to samurai, and the samurai can be promoted to nobles! And the merits of destroying a country can be crowned king!"

Speaking of which, Shilot paused for a moment. With a solemn expression, he stared at every general in the tent and spoke word by word.

"Whether it is a royal warrior, or a city warrior; whether it is a pike militia, or a tribal hunter; whether it is the Legion of Mexica, the Legion of Otomi, or the Legion of Tarrasco! You are all my warriors, my generals. The light of the Lord God shines on His people, and the foundation of the alliance is promoted by military merit. I will treat everyone equally and give each of you a chance!"

The young commander looked at the generals, stopped for a while on the faces of Natalie and Ezpan, and finally landed on Horta, who was pretending to be asleep.

"Remember, loyalty and piety are the only ways. And ability and merit determine how far you can go! All generals work together to conquer the capital and conquer the kingdom of Tarasco. I will seal the king here, with You share it!"

The calm words came out of His Highness's mouth, but they were like thunder falling from the sky. The minds of the generals in the big tent went blank. Even though there was such a rumor, everyone was still shocked. After a while, "Monkey" Kuluka and veteran Etalik looked at each other and congratulated each other.

"Destroy the country and seal the king, congratulate the Lord!"

"The sun rises in the middle of the sky, and the light shines on the land in the lake!"

Afterwards, the generals who reacted bowed their heads one after another and expressed their determination one after another.

"Capture the city of Qincongcan and slaughter the Tarasco royal family! The hummingbirds of the holy city should build a state in the land of hummingbirds!"

This is the fierce jaguar, Olosh.

"The glory of the Lord God should shine on the land of the alien gods and bring light to every child in darkness!"

This is the pious God's Blessed Head, Natalie.

"Follow the newborn sun, let all Prepecha people bathe in the light of His Highness and walk on the broad road!"

This is the loyal descendant, Ezpan.

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"I would like to be the eyes of His Highness, stay on the mountains in the west and look to the east where the sun rises!"

This is the young warrior beside him, Iser.

Shilot tilted his head slightly, looked at Iser, and showed a satisfied smile. Out of his sight, Orta was lying on the seat, his expression complicated and changing, and he murmured softly.

"Under the old sunset, the kingdom fell... I just want to keep my hometown and let the sky return to the lake..."

After the excited cheers, it was a refreshing drink. The generals let go of their hearts, shouted loudly, and drank each other in a ball. When the wine is full, some warriors dance bright war dances and recite traditional poems.

"When life is alive, it is singing and dancing! Watching the spring flowers bloom and the autumn leaves wither. The life and death of a samurai is only a moment, but the glory of the battlefield is eternal!"

In the midst of the commotion, some people sang the sacrifices of the gods, which just matched the poetry.

"Only the stars twinkle the night sky. Only the moon spreads the darkness. Only the sun shines!

The star that enlightens the east, I follow your direction, looking for the trajectory of new life.

Moon that covers the sky, I am in awe of your power and obey the fate of death.

And the sun that illuminates the sky and the earth, you are everything in my heart, deciding on new life and deciding on death!

Praise you, **** of new life and death, Shrotel! ..."

The generals held military discussions all night and drank all night. Shulot was happy in his heart, tasting the wine of victory. He was half-drunk and half-awake, leaning on the main seat, looking at the skylight on the roof. The stars and moonlight gradually dimmed, and the dawn rose silently, cutting through the vast night sky. Beyond the tent, it is the end of the night and the dawn of the sky.