Aztec Eternals

Dry dry season, mild sunshine, lush forests, rolling mountains. The villages of the Otomi people are always placed in the valleys between the mountains, where the flowing springs gather and nourish the barren bean fields. A shallow fence surrounds the village to guard against coyote attacks. Small sheds are built around the village, where turkeys and local dogs are raised.

This rudimentary defense meant nothing to the samurai. The mountain people who are fettered by the village are like birds that are tied to their feet. Under the attack of the cat, there is only a feeble cry.

Soon, the village and farmland turned into flames, and the women and children were driven away, leaving only the black smoke that blocked the sun. This is brutal war.

Shulot followed the team of 200 people, silently watching everything in front of him. His three views are like iron blocks, constantly being beaten, changed, and forged into steel.

He didn't know how Arvitt persuaded the commander-in-chief. Maybe it's food, maybe it's efficiency, maybe it's friendship, maybe it's the future. Early the next morning, Totec changed his plan and divided the warriors into teams of 200 people, burned the village, executed the men, but spared the women and children and drove them to Guamare as much as possible.

The process of destruction accelerated rapidly, and after a few days, the villages within two days of Guamare had disappeared, and thousands of hungry women and children had accumulated in the camps. annihilating.

Avite sent messengers to negotiate with Guamare City, and there was a quarrel at the scene, and no agreement was reached.

At night, Shulot saw a messenger quietly come to the camp, and then sacks of grain were hoisted down from the city head. After receiving food for two weeks from 8,000 people, Totec nodded with satisfaction.

Early the next morning, the army was ready to leave the camp, and before leaving, Scholot took one last look at Guamare City. The priests in black and white robes were also at the head of the city, watching the Mexica legion retreating under the city.

In the distance, the coyote little priest and the black and white old priest looked at each other, only seeing faint dots, but couldn't hear each other, only complicated emotions surging.

Shiloh shook his head and turned to leave. But he saw a young follower warrior, with a wooden shovel, dig a small hole in the ground. Then he put a small bag of cotton cloth into the pit and buried it again. There is something vaguely wrapped in the small bag.

Finally, the young warrior fell to his knees, prayed to the sun, and recited the divine name "Vizilopochtli".

Shirou was a little surprised, looked at the young warrior and asked, "My warrior, what kind of ceremony is this?"

The follower replied respectfully: "Respected priest, this is not a formal ceremony. Before joining the war last year, I just gave birth to a boy. In the cloth bag is his umbilical cord, and I always carry it with me."

"This should be the furthest battlefield I can reach. According to the custom of warriors, I bury my son's umbilical cord here, praying for the protection of the **** of war. In this way, when he grows up, he can become a powerful Mexica warrior. , with the Legion of Mexica, set foot on this land again, and completely conquer the Otomi people."

"Warrior's custom..." Sherlot murmured, then nodded to the warrior: "The great patron saint will bless you and your son! We will come back again."

The legion set off immediately, set fire to the camp outside Guamare City, released the useless prisoners, and headed towards Ottopan City.

The Mexican legion on the return journey turned into a squid, and the samurai squads continued to stretch out like tentacles, and the samurai continued to return. Along the way, there were burning flames, fields turned to ashes, and scattered women. and children.

"Within 20 years, the city-state of Guamare will no longer be a threat." While walking, Avite looked at the fireworks along the way and couldn't help sighing, "Because they could not gather the food for the expedition, nor did they gather enough food for the expedition. The logistics manpower is uneven, and even if there are still warriors, they can only stay in the city."

"But there are other city-states of the Otomi people in the west." Sherlot thought for a while.

"It's too far away, even if the warriors are dispatched, the food supply must come from Guamare." Avite smiled, "Not to mention, seeing the tragic situation in Guamare, the small city-states of Tekekos may not dare to continue. go to war."

Shuluo nodded, this is also a shock.

"How is the situation on the king's side?" Sherlot asked curiously.

"It's still the same." Avit shook his head, "The Ottopans couldn't be killed. The king was a little impatient and tried to attack once, and was shot all the way up from the bottom of the mountain. The ladder hadn't reached the top of the city yet. The stones fell one after another. After barely climbing once, the ladder was quickly pushed up, and the first warriors were gone. It is estimated that more than 400 warriors were killed, more than 500 militiamen, and many more were injured."

Shulot also shook his head, "We lost another battalion. This kind of mountain city cannot be beaten by storm. The king lost his head this time."

"Haha." Aveit smiled lightly, "Totek is not there, it's not good to rely on the king alone to fight. Casal is greedy for merit and is not a qualified commander in the siege."

"Indeed." Seirot thought about the king's theologian qualities, as well as his grandfather's dedication song.

"In the end, it's all a matter of food ducts. The efficiency of food ducts in the mountains and forests is too inefficient," said Sherlot.

"I remember that to the west of the capital was the River Lema, which ran along the plateau and flowed westward through the Mexica city-state of Tepanicapan, and westward across the border of the Otomi and Tarasco. , can flow to the southern border of the city-state of Ottopan, and even to the mountains south of the city-state of Guamare."

"The shortest mountain road from this river to Ottopan City is less than a week. If we can take advantage of this river, then the Otomi people will not be able to threaten our food route." Shirot analyzed the broken situation. possible.

Avit turned to face the south, the mountains and rivers in the south, and beyond the river, the people of Tarasco.

"It's the shortest route, indeed," Avit agreed, "but the Lemar River is right under the Tarrascos' noses. Tarrasco's legions can arrive at any time."

"We can't put the key node of food supply here, otherwise once the Tarrascos declare war, the army will be cut off from the supply."

"What if we maintain two supply lines at the same time?" Sherlot pondered.

"This is the key now. We can't figure out the attitude of the Tarasco people. UU reading www.uukanshu.com doesn't want to stimulate them." The people are gathering troops on the northern border with the Otomi. There is a high probability that the weak Otomi will be invaded north, but we must also be careful."

"Actually, I am more worried about the movements of the Tlaxcalans, the life and death enemies of the Alliance, than the movements of the Tarasques. This war has been going on for a long time. Now all the forces in the vicinity have been mobilized, and the moment Prepare for war."

Shirlot was also worried, but this worry did not change the overall situation.

"Perhaps, withdrawing from the army is the best choice."

The return journey of more than half a month passed quickly. With the black smoke along the way, the Mexica Legion ruthlessly destroyed the foundation of the Otomi people and plundered the food along the way.

When he saw the strong mountain city standing in the distance again, Shulot was already very tired physically and mentally. The legion soon returned to the siege camp, and Totec gave the order to disband.

With the help of Bertard, Shulot dragged his tired body and returned to the familiar cabin.

The moment he entered the room, he finally relaxed, raised his head and threw off the feather crest, and yawned longly. Then take out a board and write and draw on it. Afterwards, the pen loosened, leaned back on the deerskin carpet, and fell into a deep sleep.

Bertard gently carried Sherlot onto the bed, looking at the sleeping face of the boy, he smiled slightly. Cover the boy with a thin quilt again.

Then he picked up the wooden board on the table, and saw a black tengu on the left, a three-color feathered snake on the right, and a line of words below it.

"Zhan... Conflict... and... Peace... Peace." Bertard recognized the Chinese characters word by word, and then couldn't help sighing, "Priests are really people who love to learn."