Aztec Eternals

Autumn is strong, the sky is high and the clouds are cold. The mountains and forests are shadowy, the grass and leaves are withered and yellow, and the earth is full of killing intent.

Kino chased his prey, running like a hound into the depths of the forest. Along the way, three hundred Guamare warriors slashed and killed the disintegrated Red Deer Tribe, and gradually dispersed a little, leaving only two hundred people behind. After chasing for a long time, he finally saw Chief Red Deer stop. After more than a hundred steps, the other party suddenly turned around and looked at him coldly.

"Haha! Damn red deer barbarian, finally can't escape!"

Chino was overjoyed. The armor on his body was quite heavy, and he was out of breath as he ran straight. At this moment, seeing that the prey was in front of him, the brave samurai raised his fighting sticks to kill again.

"Samurai, kill with me!"

"Ow! Eat them! Ow..."

Chief Red Deer raised his stick, pointed at Chino, and shouted sharply. A shrill wolf howl sounded from the depths of the forest!

Chino paled in shock, and the battle stick in his hand froze. He slowed his charge, looking left and right, and sweat was pouring out of his back. I saw five or six hundred canine ambush soldiers pouring out from the deep forest around them. They roared and rushed like wolves, at least two hundred redheads among them! Even in the thick of the woods, these warriors still run extremely fast. But after dozens of breaths, the canines waved stone hammers and spears, charged fiercely, and slammed into the array of warriors!

More than 500 canine warriors fought furiously, fighting close to 200 Guamare warriors, entangled with each other cruelly, and fell like dead branches. The heavy stone hammer smashed the head, making a cracking sound of broken bones; the sharp battle stick slashed the chest and neck, and blood gushed; from time to time, bone arrows from sneak attacks shot into the eye sockets, and the tragic scream was like a night owl!

"Haha, stupid Otomi native dog! The mountains and forests are our territory, let's see how you escape!"

Red Monkey Chief Orzomarang laughed out loud. He first hid in the depths of the woods, commanded the canine warriors to surround the enemy, then arranged for the red-haired hunters to approach and shoot arrows, and then sent two teams of warriors to resist the enemy warriors who came in support. After doing all this, he carefully walked out from behind the forest under the protection of dozens of spear guards.

"Masat, you useless fool, you still want me to rescue you!"

In Nahuatl, masat is a running beast, which only refers to wild deer at this time, and later also means horse. In the twentieth calendar, Masat is the seventh day, symbolizing the vigilance of the beast.

"Humph! Orzoma, I grew up in the mountains and was a red-haired hunter in the forest! If it wasn't to lure the enemy, and if you really wanted to run away, that person could catch up to me!"

Red Deer Chief Massat leaned against the tree, panting slightly, and spoke ruthlessly.

"It's you, why are you here now!"

"Heh, you still have the face to talk about me? You promised to stick to it for at least two moments, how long do you see yourself?!"

Orzoma pouted. He looked around the situation in the forest, and his eyes stayed on Kino who was fighting bravely. Then, a sharp snail horn sounded in the distance, and the Red Monkey Chief listened with a smile on his face.

"Haha, this is the snail number for the Mexicans to withdraw, but it's too late!"

Massat was speechless for a moment. He turned to summon his guards, then looked at Orzoma.

"Ozoma, the southern tribes are very ferocious, everyone wears armor! I hid two hundred red hairs in the mountains and forests, and then I was smashed... Hmph! If I were to replace you, I wouldn't be able to hold on for long. !"

"Haha, I understand, I understand! In the end, it's not that I feel sorry for my soldiers. Which solid wood is willing to throw the elite here!"

The Red Monkey Chief has bright eyes and a grin. Then, he patted Chief Red Deer on the shoulder and pointed to the battle formation in front.

"How can the leading dog be able to fight like this? I saw with my own eyes that he was hit by many spears, and he was still alive and kicking. Could it be that this is the thick skin the scout said? I don't know what kind of armor he wears..."

Massat looked down his fingers, his eyes suddenly burning with anger.

"Damn it! It's this guy who folded the flag of my tribe, yelled and yelled all the way, and chased me like a hound... See if I don't shoot him!"

Chief Red Deer turned his head and shouted to his guards.

"Bring my big bow!"

"Masat, the warriors are entangled together, and it is easy to accidentally hurt with a big bow!"

Ozoma shook his head. He looked forward, and there were dead bodies lying all over the woods. Under the attack and killing of hundreds of canine warriors, the two hundred Guamare warriors have lost most of them. The remaining seventy or so warriors were divided by forest trees and formed in groups of threes and fives, and they were on the verge of falling under the impact of the dogs.

Not far away, Chino and more than 20 personal guards formed a small shield formation and were struggling to resist. The guards all carried arrows on their bodies, but only Kino remained brave. And on the edge of the woods, hundreds of Guamare warriors are trying to break through the block and fight to the death.

"Here needs to be resolved quickly! Well, the guards come forward and stab the warrior's legs with spears! By the way, Zukata, remember to save the warrior's life!"

The leader of the guard, Zukata, should bow his head. He was sullen, but his tone of voice was different from that of the canines, obviously a southern accent. Soon, more than 30 chieftain guards formed a dense formation, each holding a spear that was rare among the dog breeds. Under the command of Zukata, the gun formation moved forward quickly, approaching the fighting Kino. The red monkey warriors along the way obeyed and dispersed, all making way for them.

Massat looked sideways, but saw the bright spear tips overlapping alternately, like piercing hedgehogs. Surprised, he asked in a low voice.

"Is this... a sharp southern spear?"

"Haha, these are Tarrasco copper spears!"

Ozoma smiled, waved his hand, and motioned Massat to continue to look down.

As soon as the leader of the guards shouted loudly, the chief guards stabbed bronze spears in unison and stabbed them at Chino who was leading the way! The sharp copper tips are staggered up and down, attacking from all directions, and there is no way to avoid it.

Chino immediately felt a pain in his side, but he was protected by copper armor, not broken. He roared wildly, swung his stick vigorously, and barely resisted twice.

Zukata's expression was dull, but he nimbly stabbed a bronze spear in his hand, stabbing it in Chino's calf. The brave warrior suffered a severe pain, his knees could no longer support him, and he fell directly to the ground. Then, Zukata swung the spear shaft and slammed it on the back of Chino's head, and the brave warrior was blacked out and unconscious.

"Let him go and continue to kill!"

The guard's gun formation spared Kino who fell to the ground and continued to alternately stab the surrounding samurai to death! After a quarter of an hour, the fighting in the depths of the forest came to an end, and more than two hundred Guamare warriors collapsed, surrounded by more than one hundred corpses of Ding Zhuang.

"Ow! Woo!"

As the last enemy fell in the forest, hundreds of canine warriors danced wildly and howled like wolves. Then, like scavenging vultures, they groped on the samurai's corpse. The canines searched for everything they could use, and also made up for the wounded on both sides. The various departments of the wasteland lack doctors and medicines, and life and death are weak. It is a traditional custom to relieve seriously wounded soldiers, and it will not affect morale.

The strong smell of blood wafted in the forest, and the mourning in the forest was quickly annihilated. The canines can't wait to put on the enemy's cotton armor and pick up the samurai's battle stick. On the edge of the forest in the distance, the sound of fighting became more intense.

Ozoma heard the reputation and saw that hundreds of tribal warriors were relying on the woods to fight against the Guamare warriors who came one after another. He turned his head and looked serious.

"Massat, reinforcements from the Otomi native dogs are here. Shall we go back to the camp now, or fight a little longer?"

"Don't worry, let's fight in the forest for a while! The terrain here is favorable for us. If we lose our camp, we must kill more enemies and give an explanation to the Chichika leader. Besides, these enemies are all elite and well equipped! Wait! The soldiers have finished their cotton armor, let's go!"

Chief Red Deer thought for a moment and made a decision. The tribal warriors continued to fight for the chiefs, throwing blood in the mountains and forests. Then, he couldn't wait to look at Chief Red Monkey.

"Ozoma, you chief guards, holding heavy spears, are so powerful! How did they train them?"

"Haha, Massat, do you want to hit my guard?"

Ozoma waved his hand, shook his head and smiled.

"Well, this is not the way of warfare in our wasteland, and it may not be suitable for battles in the wasteland..."

"Ozoma, of course I know this is not the way of the wasteland! I ask you, how did they train it?"

Massat's eyes widened, waving the battle stick in his hand, and he was furious. Ozoma immediately took two steps back and waved.

"Zukata, hurry up and stay by my side!"

Zukata had tied Chino. He dragged the unconscious warrior with one hand and the bronze armor that was removed with the other, and strode to the chief's side.

"Here, chief! This is a captive of the Otomi nobles! This should be the bronze cloth veil of the Mexica!"

"Good! Zukata, my brave stick!"

In the Prepecha language, zukata means stick or branch. Orzoma praised, and took the heavy cloth bronze armor with both hands. Then, he waved his hand calmly.

"Send two people to bring the prisoners back to the camp in the rear."

"Yes, Chief."

"Ah! This is the thick skin of the cactus tribe, can you wear it so that arrows can't penetrate it?"

Massat's eyes gleamed eagerly. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the cloth-covered bronze armor, and stroked it greedily up and down. Beneath the thick and soft multi-layered cloth is an unusually strong bronze armor.

"It's so strong, like a turtle's carapace! ... By the way, you said just now, what is this bronze cloth armor? What is bronze?"

Hearing the question, Zukarta was stunned. He looked at the Red Monkey Chief Ozoma. Orzoma smiled and waved his hand.

"Masat, I can tell you the secrets of the Southerners. But this thick skin is mine!"

"Damn it! Sly monkey, this is impossible!"

Massat cursed out. He looked at the soldiers behind him, and when he thought of the hundreds of casualties before and after, he felt a pain in his heart.

"Ozoma, this is the thick skin I got with the lives of 500 soldiers, plus I personally lured the enemy! Even if the Chichika leader asked for it in person, I won't give it!"

While speaking, Chief Red Deer waved his battle stick, bringing a whistling sound of wind. Orzoma hurriedly took two steps back and cursed in a low voice.

"Stingy stupid deer, I wouldn't have come to save you if I had known! What is a pair of bronze cloth armor, do you know that the powerful southern kingdom has thousands of thick armor!"

"Huh? Thousands of thick hides?"

Chief Red Deer looked shocked and incredulous.

"Ozoma, are you bluffing me?"

"Am I bluffing you? This is still to say. You actually know nothing about the power of the southern kingdom!"

Ozoma shook his head.

"Did you know about the westward expedition of the Cactus Tribe? Both the Eagle Tribe and the Cactus Tribe invited their gods and mobilized 100,000 warriors! They fought on the land of 500 miles north and south, from the Leman River in the south to the farther south. The Tulsa River, the two great rivers are dyed red with blood!"

"Please move the gods, 100,000 warriors?!"

Massat exclaimed. He was stunned for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Ozoma, you are really bluffing me! I don't know, where did you hear the nonsense."

"It's not nonsense, it's my personal experience. There are indeed 100,000 warriors in the cactus tribe, and the **** of war who can summon thunder."

Zukata sullen his head and said this after a long while.

Hearing this, Chief Red Deer looked suspicious.

"You? Experience it yourself?"

Chief Red Monkey smiled frankly.

"He is a member of the Condor Tribe. The spear formation was the one who helped me train!"

It was quiet for a while in the woods. Massat was silent, Ozoma's eyes flashed, Zukata continued to stand like a stick, only the fighting by the forest continued.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Tai Peng's sharp arrows flew from the forest and shot down dozens of charged Guamare warriors. Hundreds of samurai stormed into the woods in a rain of arrows, trying to rescue Kino from the depths. They fought closely with thousands of canines from both tribes, and then tangled to death together.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Soon, the archers from the rear finally came, desperately shooting arrows into the forest. Further afield, hundreds of tiger-headed warriors can be seen. The warriors were all dressed in white gold armor, holding patterned shields, holding sharp battle sticks, and lined up in neat formations. Their expressions were indifferent and bloodthirsty, like repressed beasts, rushing from the camp.

"Chief, the jaguar warriors of the Mexicans have come up! They are more elite than the red-haired hunters, they are good at close combat, they are familiar with the terrain of the forest, and now they are all covered with bronze armor... With such a small number of people, it is I can't resist it! We can't stay in the woods, we should go."

Seeing the iconic tiger head, Zukata's pupils shrank violently, and some tragic memories flooded into his heart. He lowered his head and suggested urgently.

"Thick-skinned tiger head!..."

Ozoma's expression changed drastically. He took two steps forward and grabbed Massat's arm.

"Hurry up and gather the tribal warriors! Let's retreat to my camp together!"

"Ozoma, the mountains and forests are our territory! Even the most elite enemies, what is there to be afraid of in the mountains and forests?"

Massat shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Praise the Lord God! Roar, Roar!..."

The tiger roar of the tiger-headed warrior was clearly audible, which was a precursor to an imminent attack.

"Stop talking! Call the soldiers! Retreat!"

Orzoma looked stern. He took out the short horn and blew it rapidly. In the Red Monkey tribe, the sound of the trombone means attack and the sound of the cornet means retreat. The Red Monkey Warrior heard the short trumpet sound, paused in his hand, and quickly turned around and fled.

"Damn!"

Massat shouted angrily. He also took out a deer bone horn and blew it mournfully. The Red Deer Warrior hurriedly left the enemy behind and quickly fled into the forest. There was no obstruction, and the Guamare warriors of the brigade rushed forward, but they were not running fast in the forest. The two chiefs turned around immediately, and under the **** of the guards, they also quickly fled to the red monkey camp in the east along the mountain forest.

"Ozoma, tonight I'm going to take the redheads to a night attack and try to retake the camp! We must let the warriors of the cactus tribe know how powerful we are!"

While Massat ran away, he still had the energy to speak.

"Huhu...Masat, don't waste your soldiers' lives! Your stockade is too far ahead, and the terrain is not dangerous enough, so you can't defend it. In my opinion, give up and defend with me!"

"Humph! Orzoma, your camp is not too dangerous. According to you, if the cactus warriors continue to attack, they will still be unable to hold it!"

"Huhu...then lose the camp, fight in the woods for a while, and then run back!...huhu...don't run so fast!"

Ozoma chased Massat, running through the rugged forest, jumping quickly over tree roots and rocks. After a while, he cried out with difficulty. Massat slowed down in front of him, stretched out his hand mockingly, and handed it to Ozoma for leverage. The Red Monkey Chief was a little relieved.

"Masat, there are many stockades behind us! Behind us is the flamingo camp, and behind the flamingo is the red dog's main camp, which is the most dangerous and can be defended for a long time. And behind the red dog's main camp, it is the red salamander. Camp. Huhu... Further on, the Chichika leader mobilized many tribesmen and is still building the camp. The mountain road behind can be as long as seventy or eighty miles! No matter how fierce it is, it can drag on for half a month to a month!"

"Ah? Only for half a month to a month?"

Hearing this, Massat's expression changed.

"You mean, until the corn is all harvested?...But, Chief Chichika asked..."

"Huhu... Exactly, don't be fooled by Chichika! Chichika was fascinated by the rich south, burned out by the scorching power, and has forgotten that he is a wolf in the wasteland. Hehe, he He has no idea how powerful the Mexica Alliance is! He thought he was a ferocious jaguar in the jungle, or even an unmatched black bear in the mountains and forests!"

Ozoma's eyes flashed and he laughed.

"Massat, in my opinion, if you can hold on, hold on, if you can't hold on, go! As long as you hold on for a few days, harvest the corn, and return to the wasteland will you be free. The Mexicans came from the mountain city and hunted down the four of us. Baili, we will flee north for another four hundred miles. The big deal, when the Mexicans are gone, we will go south in two years!"

Massat was silent, but his feet were like the wind. Under the **** of hundreds of personal guards, they have fled to the edge of the red monkey camp. The coalition forces behind were silent and seemed to have stopped chasing.

In the camp, a red monkey flag was fluttering in the wind, and red light flashed in the monkey's eyes. The guarding canine warriors watched for a while, then opened the camp gate, removed the wood blocking the road, and came out to meet the honorable chief.

At this point, both chiefs slowed down. Massat pondered for a long time before sighing softly.

"Ozoma, you are an astute red monkey, and there is some truth to what you said. It's just that the leader of Chichika didn't think so. The old camp that controls the city of Palms... the major tribes have to obey his orders."

"Hehe! Masat, Chichika is now in a great prestige, because the journey went south smoothly, and he annexed a large number of small tribes! Look, he has lost seven of his losses in the two battles with the southern coalition forces in the past few days. There are more than 100 elites, and their prestige has also been shaken. When we return to the main business, let him face the Mexicans again..."

Chief Red Monkey paused and stopped outside the camp. He looked earnestly at Chief Red Deer.

"Anyway, Red Deer, I have never harmed you for so many years! Today I also sent troops to help you... You must advance and retreat with me on the road ahead!"

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Massat's eyes widened, speechless for a moment, and met Ozoma's eyes. Then, he gritted his teeth fiercely and shouted in a low voice.

"Red Monkey...Give me the thick skin I seized today, and I'll promise you!"

"...OK!"

Ozoma was stunned, then raised his head and laughed. He said no more, turned and walked towards the camp, giving orders sharply to the left and right.

"Send two teams of red-haired scouts to gather the scattered soldiers in the forest and monitor the movements of the enemy! Pack up the camp supplies, and transport the prisoners and food to the rear! Then arrange two teams of soldiers in the forest to build a grass hut. By the way, the dry wood is piled up in the front camp, and the fire is ready. The autumn is cool, and if the Mexicans come to attack, we will give them a surprise!"

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