Aztec Eternals

The end of April contains the sound of wind, and the sound of thunder is hidden in the wind. The thunder was interrupted by the hurried screams of killing, which startled the birds in the forest. The slaughter on the northern frontier never ceased, and thousands of hounds continued to plunder south, fighting against the warriors of Ottopanbong. Then, hundreds of Mexica scouts joined in. The kingdom's elite warriors were fully armed, and under the leadership of the Otomi scouts, they fought with the Guaquilis one after another and occupied the absolute upper hand.

After several fights, the invading Guaquili tribe noticed the difference. Soon, a brutal ambush ended in the mountains and forests, and two red-haired senior Guaquili soldiers looked solemnly, carefully examining the bodies of several new enemies.

Due to low productivity, the Guaquili are still in the age of wild tribes, and the original tribal alliance has just been formed. Each large-scale tribe has a limited population, and the largest is no more than 10,000 people. There is no obvious wealth division in the tribe, and naturally there are no nobles and warriors.

In the tribe of the Guaquili, except for a very small number of priests, there are usually only four simple and crude grades: the first grade is a boy who cannot fight and can be abandoned by the tribe at any time; the second grade is able to fight and bear children. Teenagers are regarded as the foundation of the tribe; the third level is the warrior who masters fighting skills, the core of each tribe's strength; the last is the senior warrior who has experienced fighting, and is also the person who really holds the power in the tribe. These high-ranking warriors often dye their hair a sacred red as a symbol of being blessed by the gods. As for the old and weak in the tribe who are unable to fight and work hard, they are usually not treated as human beings and do not live long at all.

"Damn it! Amoxi, where is this enemy? It's like a cactus on the plateau, hard and piercing!"

The young red-haired warrior let out an angry growl as he looked at the dead canine corpses around him.

"I used a 100-man team, but I didn't encircle 20 people! The tribe lost 25 warriors, leaving less than ten corpses!"

"Ivican, in the wasteland, an angry coyote can't catch a vigilant antelope. You have to suppress your anger and learn to watch and wait."

Amoxi, the older red-haired warrior, shook his head. He carefully groped on the corpse in front of him, and then laid out the things he touched.

"An obsidian dagger, an obsidian battle club, and five replacement obsidian sharps. Hey, what a wealthy tribe!"

Amoxy exclaimed. He continued to examine, with a hint of confusion in his expression.

"A golden necklace engraved with the sun and hummingbirds. It should be a prayer tool. Hey, it's not made of wood, but the gold that city-state people like?"

"Short-handled... axe? What's this made of? It's sharp and hard, good stuff!"

"Well, a tough rattan hat, a rattan wood shield, and a complete set of cotton armor, with leather thickening for key parts. Well, this smell is dipped in precious oil? No wonder the warriors' hunting bows can't shoot. Put on!"

"Finally, a small cotton bag with... dried leaves and fresh grass?"

Amoxi looked at it for a moment, but found nothing. He turned his head and shouted loudly.

"Ivican, you are the captain of the scout of the 'Red Fox' tribe. You have inherited more knowledge than me. Come and see, what are these?"

Ivican frowned as he approached. He picked up the leaves, sniffed hard, then took another sip of the fresh grass.

"Hey, the feathery leaves, the special aroma, the ink leaves? The slightly spicy taste, the fresh juice, is the chili grass? Ah, these are the expensive herbs carefully collected and treasured by the tribal priests, which can heal wounds and stop bleeding. Appearing on an ordinary scout! Damn, **** it!"

I don't know what was stimulated, Ivican's anger suddenly burned like a flame. He angrily took out a cactus fruit from his waist and threw it into the sky. Then, the captain of the scout took off the short hunting bow on the back, put on the animal tooth arrow with the reed pole, and shot it into the sky "swish, swish, swish"!

His archery is so superb, every arrow will hit the cactus fruit accurately, and even line up with the previous arrow! The fist-sized fruit stayed in the air for more than ten breaths before it turned into dozens of fragments and scattered on the ground.

"Wow, praise Fengshen, it's really the archery of shooting down the condor! As expected of the scout captain of the big tribe!"

Amoxi was full of smiles and exclaimed in sincere admiration. After venting, Ivican's emotions calmed down. He stomped his foot hard.

"Damn! What about good archery? These new enemies are well equipped and ready to fight, completely different from the poor and warlike Otomi! Every one of them is richer than me, with sturdy armor and helmets, and even There are thick shields! The archery skills that the tribal archers are proud of, can't break through the defense at all and cause effective damage!"

Ivican gritted his teeth. All he had on him was a hunting bow, a stone spear, a torn cotton armor, and an obsidian dagger. The cotton armor and the dagger were obtained from the Otomi people not long ago. At this moment, the captain of the scout looked at the equipment on the ground, and continued to curse with red eyes.

"Damn! Where did this huge tribe come from? Battle clubs, daggers, hatchets, shields... A scout's weapons and equipment can arm three tribal warriors! Their fighting skills are far more skilled than the Otomi people, The will to fight is much stronger. Even if they are surrounded by several times the enemy, no one will waver and surrender. What a dangerous jaguar! ?"

"Ivican, I have already asked about the captured Otomi prisoners. These are Aztec warriors, high-ranking warriors of the Mexica Confederation. They were reinforcements invited by the Otomi people, from the south Kencho Lake District!"

"Aztecs? Ah, the rock cactus tribes that honor the sun? I did hear rumors that they were good at war... Mikancho Lake District? Isn't that the territory of some Taras condor tribe? How come there are Azts? Ke people?"

"A year ago, the mighty Eagle Tribe had been wiped out by the even more powerful Aztecs. In the land of the Condor Tribe, the Aztec Great Chieftain sealed a new Great Chief, Shirot. It is said that he is a descendant of the **** of death, and has the magic of the gods, and is also very powerful..."

Amoxi looked serious, and seriously told the news that I did not know how many times I had passed on.

"By the way, he is also the sworn brother of the new leader of the Otomi people. At the request of the Otomi people, he led his troops north to support this time, and brought a full 10,000 soldiers!"

"What? There are ten thousand such warriors?"

Ivican took a deep breath. He looked suspiciously at Amosy.

"I don't believe it! Is this news accurate? How many prisoners can you count?"

"I don't know, and I don't believe it either. There are a few newly captured Otomi prisoners in the tribal camp, and one of them seems to be a noble. You can ask yourself."

Amoxi shook his head. Such a huge number, he himself must be countless, so he is also very suspicious.

"Yeah! When a coyote is hunting an antelope, where can he show his back and let the dangerous golden eagle watch by? Amoxi, it's urgent, let's go north and return to your tribe's camp!"

Amoxi nodded in agreement. He turned around and took a few steps, then remembered something and turned back quickly. Then, he picked up a short dagger from the ground and put it in his hand; picked up a copper axe and pinned it to his waist; finally picked up the cloth bag of herbs and put it in his arms carefully.

Ivican turned his head and saw that Amosy was still reluctant to part, and roared loudly with anger.

"Damn it! Amosy, go, it's important! I'll let the soldiers leave you a set!"

"Ah, all right! Ivican, my friend, your words will work!"

Amoxi looked at the cotton armor with holes on the ground reluctantly, and finally turned around and started running quickly.

A dogborn is always quick to run. The group quickly headed north, but returned to the camp in one day. At the first time, Ivican recruited the captives of the Otomi people. After inquiring carefully for a long time, he looked solemn and immediately took the captives north.

The team of scouts ran for a long distance, first crossing the southern border of Palms State, running for two more days, and finally arrived at a warm valley. Towering mountains shield the northern cold spell from the dangerous cold. A babbling stream flows down from the mountains and converges in the lower part of the valley to form a shallow lake.

Thousands of Guaquili breeds settled right next to the lake in the valley. A red fox flag, a shallow circle of wooden fences, and hundreds of thatched huts are the new camp of the "red fox" tribe.

Outside the camp, there are 200 scout soldiers patrolling. When they saw the Ivican team coming from afar, they respectfully greeted the red hair. In the camp, more tribal warriors shouted and waved their weapons to maintain the order of the tribe.

Thousands of Otomi civilians, along with an equal number of Guaquili tribesmen, burrowed their heads in the fertile soil around the lake. Most of these people are yellow-faced and skinny, with staggering feet. They are doing extremely heavy labor, but they only have very little food. Every day, some people fall to the ground. At the stern request of the leader, they burned the trees by the lake, cleared the stones from the soil, pulled up the weeds in the fields, and worked hard to level the land in preparation for spring ploughing.

Ivican stopped ~www.readwn.com~ and looked at the tribe in front of him. He didn't care about the piles of corpses in the corners, and only saw a clutter of life. The tribe struggled hard from the cold wave, just like the grass growing in the crevices of the rocks, full of new hope!

The air by the lake is slightly moist and refreshing. The captain of the scout took a few deep breaths to calm down his ups and downs, and then took the Otomi prisoners to the longhouse in the center of the tribe.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the bonfire in the longhouse burns all night, and it does not go out until dawn. Early the next morning, more than a dozen teams of messengers left in a hurry to go to the surrounding large tribes. Then day and night alternated, messengers hurried to and fro, and the scouts shuttled like arrows.

As the center of communication between the messengers, the chief's longhouse is always open day and night. The high-ranking warriors held constant meetings, and the noisy quarrel came from the center of the tribe. In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed, and the quarrel came to an end, and everyone reluctantly reached an agreement.

On this day, the Canine's camp was boiling. The horns of the tribe sounded high, and the ardent drums of war rushed like showers. Soon, hundreds of red-haired warriors who were good at fighting each carried hunting bows and left the camp with five hundred senior tribal warriors. Like a pack of running hyenas, they let out a low roar, and soon they merged into the southern mountains and disappeared completely.

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