Aztec Eternals

The October wind was chilling, and even the sun became slightly cooler. Thousands of warriors marched silently through the scorched woodland, crackling as they landed. They lifted their feet again, and their straw sandals were dyed black with wood ash. On the way, sporadic human-shaped coke can be seen, but it is impossible to identify the identity. The dangerous mountain fire has just passed, and the birds and beasts in the mountains fled far away and never returned. Along the way, there are only traces of god-like destruction, leaving awe in the hearts of mortals.

"Blessed by the Lord God! Praise Your Highness!..."

The sound of devout prayers rang out from the ranks of the samurai, and floated to the banner of the black wolf king.

The king stopped and rested for a while. He raised his head and saw birds hovering in the cloudy sky and mountains rising in the northeast. The further you go, the mountain road has not narrowed, but the terrain has become steeper. He looked into the forest again, and the scorched woodland was wide-open, and he could see far into the distance. The Guaquilis were not harassed here, and the passage of the army was very smooth.

"We set off for the expedition in early August, and now it's more than halfway through October. The corn will be harvested, and the Guaquili people will no longer lack food. I hope they will stay in the valley and not flee into the vast wasteland!"

Shulot looked into the distance, pondering silently.

When they set out from the mountain city of Otomi, there were more than 27,000 troops in the three-way army, and there were thousands of militiamen to maintain food routes. The army marched all the way north, annihilated the tribes along the way, and then captured the Red Fox Valley. There were more than 2,000 casualties and nearly 30,000 prisoners. Then, 1,500 Otomi warriors and 3,000 militiamen were left to garrison the valley and continue to maintain the food route. Three thousand red frog warriors were recruited and marched eastward with the army.

In the Eastern Mountain Road, Ottopan and the Guamare warriors fought several times with the Canine tribes, and there were as many as 2,000 killed and hundreds of wounded. The enemy killed by the army was roughly the same, more than 2,000 people.

"This is still the result of the support of the Mexica warriors. In fact, the fighting strength of the dog-born main force is obviously higher than that of the Otomi Legion. Their actions are fast, their tactics are more flexible, and they also have the ability to be in the mountains and forests. Bonus... It's no wonder that in the previous southern invasion, all the Otomi troops couldn't raise their heads."

Shirot shook his head. The Ortomi warriors of the three states are all conscripted vassal legions. They are composed of various private armies and are not supported by the kingdom, so it is difficult to intervene in training. Although the discipline of these troops is bad, their combat effectiveness in the homeland is still good, and it is no problem to fight against the wind.

Now, he has 21,000 troops in his hands. The 7,000 Ottopan Corps led the way, more than 5,000 Guard Corps were supported in the middle, and the remaining nearly 10,000 were in the rear. The width of the battlefield in the mountain road is limited. Even with the woodland on both sides, at most 10,000 people on both sides can fight at the same time.

The snake-like marching team stretched for ten miles all the way. After Shirott walked for a long time, a scout reported back.

"His Royal Highness, we meet the enemy's camp more than ten miles ahead! The flags of the dog breeds are all there, and we will camp at the dangerous place!"

Hearing that the dog was still there, the king breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he led his personal guards and hurried more than ten miles to the new camp of the dog breeds that was blocking him. After looking at the terrain, he took another breath.

The long mountain road suddenly turned to the north here, rising dozens of meters together with the mountains on both sides, forming a steep slope. On both sides of the ramp are rugged rocks, which are difficult to climb. And a brand new camp stands at the end of the ramp. The camp is condescending, completely cutting off the mountain road!

Looking closely, this camp is actually very simple. It is surrounded by a fence, and behind it is a solid low wall of wood and stone. On the low wall, the heads of tribal warriors are densely packed, thousands of people. And the number of red-haired hunters is also more than a thousand. Seeing the incoming coalition, many canine warriors shouted and cursed and made various provocative actions, which seemed to have high morale.

Shulot observed the demeanor of the enemy, and divided them into two obvious categories. One kind of frantic shouting, one kind of silence. He made a quick judgment.

"Most of them are new reinforcements, but not elites!"

Further back, the red dog's flag was erected high, next to the tribal flags surrounded by four sides. The flags are of different sizes, clearly distinguishing primary and secondary. And beyond the flag, a large mess of grass nests can be seen faintly, and there is only a half-repaired back wall.

"Haha, the canines chose a good location, but built a turkey coop!"

Shirot watched for a moment, then suddenly laughed. Then, he looked at the generals of Otomi.

"It's a pity that my black wolf is not here. Who is willing to be a pioneer and try for me?"

Chief Mespa lowered his head and remained silent. Chief Chalky's expression flashed and he hesitated. Only Prince Giova narrowed his eyes, stepped forward, and responded loudly.

"His Royal Highness, Ottopan warrior, can be the vanguard!"

Shilot took all the reactions of the generals into his eyes. Then, he nodded and smiled at Giova.

"Okay! Prince Giova, send two thousand warriors, raise more shields, and test the quality of the canines. I will send a thousand crossbowmen to fight for you!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Giova, wearing bronze armor, saluted and left.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

Soon, the low war drums began to sound, and a large number of gray-blue warriors lined up in front of the camp. Giova began to boost morale. Thousands of crossbowmen were in the rear, ready to shoot for cover.

On the high camp, the canines also separated one after another, dividing their work like an ant colony. The red-haired hunters took the best shooting positions and took out their bows and arrows. Some tribal warriors held up planks and shaded around the hunters. Others stood in front of the pile of rocks, ready to throw.

"Hey, there are some rules."

Shulot's eyes were bright, watching the details on the camp. His eyes swept across a small cluster of prominent spears, then stopped under the red dog's banner. There was a vaguely tall figure in the wolf robe of a chief, who was also looking over here.

"...Uman, the one wearing the golden armor and the visor is the Great Chief Death God?"

Chichika narrowed her eyes, looked at the black wolf flag on the opposite hill, and tilted her head to ask.

"Uh...yes, Chief. Heard...that flag has mana on it...can't read more."

Uman held the shield in one hand, and the loyal guard answered intermittently in front of the Red Dog Chief. He had previously been hit by an arrow from the warrior chief in his left arm, and the arrow penetrated nearly an inch into the flesh, but it didn't hurt the bone. As the personal guard of the big chief, he naturally received the best treatment. The witch doctors and priests used spiritual "holy medicine" for him, thornless cactus balls, and dried black feather jade tablets.

In various parts of the northern wasteland, black feather jade is widely used as a medicine and has been passed down for more than 5,000 years. The earliest archaeological specimens of later generations were found in Texas Native sites dating back to 3,700 prehistoric times. It contains antibacterial hordeum, which has a good killing effect on bacteria and fungi, and can replace penicillin to a certain extent. It also has a potent analgesic effect and is often used in women with severe pain during childbirth.

Of course, in the various parts of the wasteland, the most important effect of black feather jade is to communicate with the divine heaven and earth in sacred religious ceremonies, and obtain the enlightenment of nature and gods... In short, it is hallucinations.

Chichika frowned slightly and looked at the stuttering guard. After using too much black feather jade, this is the symptom. The red dog chief's face sank and reprimanded.

"Uman, the holy medicine is the medium for priests to communicate with heaven and earth, and it will erode the souls of mortals, even warriors can't avoid it! The holy medicine protects you and escapes from the inflammation infected by death. Now that your wounds have healed, from today From now on, you are not allowed to use holy medicine any more! As a warrior, you have to bear the pain yourself!"

"Uh... listen to you, Chief!"

Uman's eyes straightened and he nodded vigorously.

Chichika continued to look at the black wolf banner, her eyes as fierce as a beast. He has more than 15,000 warriors under his command, and he has a dangerous camp to rely on, and he has enough confidence to resist the cactus tribe!

A few hundred steps away, in the corner of the camp close to the mountain wall, the young girl Alan carried a hunting bow and looked at the black wolf flag in front of her. Her hair was dyed red and a tight tie was tied around her chest. This was her first time as a warrior, taking part in a battle with the Mexica.

Seeing the black wolf's king flag, Alan's heart was beating violently, and complex expressions changed on his face. After a while, she gritted her teeth, clenched the bow and arrow in her hand, and asked the spear warrior beside her.

"Chipava, is this the Legion of the Mexicans?"

"Yes. This is the Legion of the Mexicans."

Chipava was only seventeen or eighteen, a thin teenager. Holding a spear in both hands, he stared at the army outside the camp with red eyes. Three thousand Mexica warriors, wearing platinum cloth visors, lined up under the banner of the wolf in a neat line. Tens of thousands of Otomi warriors circled around, filling the entire valley. Soon, the memories of the past battlefield flooded into his heart again, making him tremble with fear.

"It was them who destroyed the Tarasco Kingdom and killed my father!"

Hearing this, Alan felt the same way, and his eyes were red. She reached out her hand hard and pressed Chipava's shoulder.

"Chipava, don't be afraid! The Wasteland Mother will guide you out of your nightmares and become a fearless warrior!  … just like I've been through."

"Alan..."

Chipava looked at the girl in front of her gratefully, her heart suddenly beating very fast. After a while, he nodded vigorously.

"I will be as brave as you!"

"Ok!"

The girl looked at the pattern of the wolf flag for a moment, then turned her head and asked.

"Chipava, you are from the condor tribe in the south. You know more about the cactus tribe... What does this black wolf pattern represent? Is it common?"

"Ah? Black wolf pattern? Um... I heard Captain Zukata say that the black wolf is the death **** of the Mexica. This is a very important god, and it should be very common in the Mexica Alliance!"

Chipava racked his brains, trying to remember what the captain had said.

"In the Legion, this flag represents His Majesty Death of the Mexica. In the invasion of Mexica, he was the commander of the Northern Army... I was in the Southern Army, and I never really met..."

"... Legend has it that he is the incarnation of the **** of death, possessing terrifying mana, and can transform into a running black wolf, projecting lightning that explodes like thunder. It was he who destroyed the strong estuary fortress and defeated the supreme condor king, He captured the majestic capital of the kingdom again. It was he who burned down the sacred temples of the Three Temples and destroyed the village of my hometown!  …”

"Ah? Is that so... It turns out to be a very common pattern..."

Alan blinked, feeling a little lost for no reason. Then, she clenched the hunting bow in her hand and looked fiercely at the distant king under the wolf banner. The king wears a veiled bronze helmet and golden bronze armor, as majestic as a god.

"Humph! This is the evil Mexica leader? If he dares to approach the camp, I will shoot him with an arrow!"

Alan raised his head and pulled the hunting bow confidently. Then, she thought about it, and added.

"By the way, Dad said that to deal with the thick skin of the Mexicans, you have to shoot in the calf and neck!"

"Alan, that's not thick leather, it's bronze armor."

Chipava said in a low voice.

"Bronze? What is that?"

"Uh... bronze is... hard, sharp gold."

"Is gold also hard and sharp?"

Alan was a little puzzled. Although the Northland is desolate, there are many open-air sporadic gold and silver mines. There are trinkets made of gold and silver in every part of the wasteland.

"Ah this..."

Chipava scratched his head~www.readwn.com~ He is just an ordinary village militiaman, and he doesn't understand this.

"Alan, anyway, our tribes are all in the back camp and live very close. In the evening, I will let Captain Zukata come and talk to you! He is a senior kingdom warrior, very powerful and knows a lot."

"Okay! Dad is also very interested in southern tribes..."

Afterwards, the two stopped talking and just looked nervously at the army opposite.

The sound of the heavy drums gradually became more rapid. The two thousand Ottopan warriors had completed their formation and began to attack. Under the command of an armored warrior, they held a huge wooden shield and climbed along the mountain road, slowly approaching the towering camp.

Thousands of temple crossbowmen chanted the name of the Lord God and followed closely behind the warriors. They were holding good big crossbows and looked frantic. Soon, the crossbowmen approached within 70 steps, suddenly buckled down the hanging knife, raised their heads and shot a rain of arrows!

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