Aztec Eternals

The blue clouds drifted far away in the sky, and the yellow leaves withered in the mountains. Autumn in the Northland is full of deepness, and the mountains stretch to the sky. The brown ridge stretches all the way east, where it suddenly rises into a steep slope, then folds to the north.

Shulot stood on the hill, his eyes not blinking for a moment, paying attention to the battle situation in front of him.

At this moment, thousands of canine warriors are entrenched in the mountain camp, relying on the steep **** dozens of meters high to defend. Two thousand Ottopan warriors, dressed in grey-blue battle suits, fought their way up the steep slopes, like waves surging up!

The canine warriors howled and threw rocks, and the red-haired hunter shot arrows ferociously. Arrows and stones rained down from the heights, killing the climbing warriors and knocking down the approaching crossbowmen. The crossbowmen looked frenzied and fought back from the back of the steep slope. The crossbow bolt roared sharply, shooting into the head and face emerging from the wall of the fortress, mercilessly piercing the nearest enemy.

The drums of the attack became more and more rapid, and the fierce shouting and killing drowned out the whistling of the arrows. From time to time, there will be mournful howls with long notes, echoing through the mountains, like the movement of death!

Under the banner of the red dog, the canines guarded against danger, and their resistance was particularly resolute and powerful. Three times the warriors of Ottopan stormed the camp and were routed three times. Giova personally oversees the battle on the front lines. He gritted his teeth hard, raised his stick angrily, and was about to send out a fourth team of warriors.

Looking from the hill, the blood dyed the brown rocks red, and the corpses rolled down the slopes one after another, like falling maple leaves, and like a picture scroll sacrificed to the gods.

Shirot lowered his eyes and shook his head.

"Bottard, how much did the Ottopan warriors lose?"

The samurai chief looked at the battlefield silently. He has a lot of experience in battle formations, and after a little count, he will answer in the affirmative.

"Your Highness, at least five hundred."

"What about the canines?"

"Up to... four hundred."

"Hold up the command flag, sound the snail horn, and retreat."

"As ordered!"

Bertard nodded. He picked up the huge conch horn and blew it himself.

"Drip!...Drip!..."

The fourth team of samurai was about to charge when the retreating snail horn suddenly sounded, and the momentum of decisive death was cut off. Giova turned red and roared.

"Damn it! Who's blowing the trumpet? I'll take his..."

The coyote prince froze. Then, he was startled, lowered his head, and roared unwillingly.

"Order to the nobles and chiefs, retreat!"

Soon, the dark green crossbowmen sent arrows to cover, and the gray-blue figures retreated down the steep **** like a tide. The canines at the head of the city cheered and let out a howl like a pack of wolves.

Chief Chichika stood in the center of the chiefs, raised his hands vigorously, and grinned wildly.

In the tribal meeting, although he was confident on the face and repeatedly stressed his persistence, he was uneasy in his heart, and even secretly arranged a retreat. The opposite is after all the famous Death Chief! Until this moment, seeing the extremely difficult climb of the enemy warriors and the heavy casualty attack, the Red Dog Chief was determined.

"Chiefs, warriors!"

Chichika shouted excitedly.

"Head of Death is nothing more than that! We can defend this cottage until the tenth harvest season and the corn warehouse is full!"

"Ow! The big leader is mighty!"

The red salamander chief Ashlot smiled and agreed, and the other chiefs nodded and shouted. The canine-headed people finally felt at ease, no longer secretly thinking about running away.

At the corner of the camp, the girl Alan breathed a sigh of relief. After the battle, she was finally a real red-haired hunter. She looked at the enemy receding like the tide, tossed her short red hair, and waved the hunting bow in her hand excitedly. Then, her eyes followed the Otomi generals, all the way to the black wolf flag.

"Your Highness!"

Giova was ashamed, and knelt before the Highness.

"I am ashamed of your high hopes, please punish..."

"It's okay."

Shirot smiled gently. He motioned for the Prince Coyote to get up.

"Prince Giova, the terrain here is too dangerous. The Ottopan Legion has attacked three times and has done a good job. The lives of warriors are the most precious wealth, and should not be consumed like this!"

Giova stood up gratefully. He hesitated for a while, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth.

"His Royal Highness, please give me three hundred pairs of armor! I will personally lead the guards and climb the wall for you!"

"Oh?"

Shirot cast his eyes. He looked at Hui Giova's expression and laughed heartily.

"Yes! Giova, my warrior, you have a heart!"

Hearing His Highness's address, Giova secretly sighed in relief. He was uneasy, waiting for His Highness's arrangement.

"The dog breeds have strong morale, and they are almost dead. In the face of heavy stone throwing, the armor can't defend. The casualties of the storm are too great!"

Shilot pondered for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth.

"Giova, I just watched it for a while. I have a general plan for how to conquer this fortress."

"Ah, Your Highness, God of Wisdom! Ottopan Legion, willing to die for you!"

Giova immediately bowed her head, showing generosity.

"Okay. Giova, a new task for you!"

Shirot suddenly smiled.

"Give you a thousand copper axes, take the Ottopan Legion, and chop down all the sparse trees around."

"Ah, cutting down trees?...Follow your will!"

Giova was stunned and nodded blankly.

The combined forces of Mexica and Otomi immediately set up camp in front of the camp. The terrain in the mountains is narrow, and the Guamare Corps, the Palms Corps, and the Longbow Militia were all sent to the rear to be stationed more than ten miles away. Thousands of Ottopan legions immediately cut down the surrounding trees. Then, under the command of the artisans accompanying the army, they hurriedly built more than a dozen trebuchets.

The dogs on the cottage came out and harassed them many times, but they were all killed by the heavily guarded guard warriors, and the trebuchets of the coalition forces soon took shape.

Chichika looked solemn and was extremely concerned about the movements of the mountain. He first asked Amoshi from the Red Fox Valley.

"What are these wooden beasts?"

Amoxi shook his head and did not know, but recommended a person, Zukata of the Red Monkey Tribe. In the past few days, he and the other party have been in the back camp, and they have been in contact with each other a lot. He knew that this was a "red-haired warrior" from a large southern tribe, well-informed and familiar with the details of the Mexica.

The Warchief immediately mobilized Zukarta. Although Ozoma was reluctant, he had to let go.

"A warrior from the Condor Tribe!"

Chichika laughed majestically and welcomed with open arms.

Zukata lowered his head, clenched his fists in his chest, and performed the courtesy of Tarasco Kingdom.

"Big Chief, I greet you!"

Chief Red Dog nodded and looked at the person coming. The other party was tall and dressed in the costume of a canine warrior, except for a split-feather helmet that covered his hair. The sacred red hair has always been a symbol of canine warriors. The redheads of the tribe don't like to wear helmets if they don't have to.

Afterwards, Chichika stood at a high place, pointed at the giant wooden beast under the mountain, and asked solemnly.

"Zukata, tell me, what is the cactus tribe doing?"

Zukata looked at it for a while, and then after listening to the scout's detailed reply, answered affirmatively.

"It's a Mexican trebuchet!"

"The trebuchet?"

"Chief, I have been in the southern army of the kingdom and have been fighting the Mexicans for nearly a year. They have many new weapons that can manipulate stones, thunder and flames. The trebuchet is a weapon that manipulates stones and can lift dozens of pounds of weight. The stone was thrown two hundred paces away!"

"What? Two hundred paces away?"

Chichika looked shocked.

"You mean this wooden beast at the foot of the mountain? It can throw dozens of pounds of stones on the mountain?!"

"Uh, this height..."

Zukata looked at the trebuchet at the foot of the mountain, then at the height of the camp, and shook his head.

"The camp is high down, and the steep **** is extremely difficult to climb. The Mexican catapults can't be transported up the steep slope, and they can't throw big rocks here. At most, they can throw some small stones weighing a few pounds up. And from the bottom of the mountain, the strength is extremely easy to use up. , the soft stone does little damage."

"Indeed. Throwing can only be condescending, the other way around is much harder."

Chichika nodded, but her expression was not relieved at all. He looked closely at Zukarta.

"Zukata, if it doesn't cause any damage, what are the Mexicans doing so much for?"

"Hmm... This weapon can also throw flaming and smoking fireballs."

Zukata thought hard for a long time before replying cautiously.

"Burning and smoking fireball? What kind of spell is this?"

Chichika got nervous again.

"I've encountered it in the mountain fortress in Sitacuaro. The fireball will come burning, billowing smoke, clinging to the wall and burning. This kind of burning is very difficult to put out, water is not good, it must be Sand. It's just that the fireballs seem to be very precious and not many. And while the fireballs are burning, the Mexicans can't attack."

"Fireball...wildfire..."

Chichika pondered for a while, pacing back and forth. The shadow of the forest fire not long ago still lingered in his mind. After a while, the Red Dog Chief gave an order to Uman next to him.

"Uman, order all warriors to be careful. Let people dig more sand from the back of the camp and store it in the camp! Well, yes, although the surrounding trees are sparse, they still need to be cut down and piled farther away!"

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

Uman nodded vigorously, and went to do it immediately with his personal guard. Although he can't speak clearly, his action is very strong. In just two days, the camp was filled with soil, and the shallow trees on both sides of the hills were also cleaned up.

After a few more days, the Legion of Mexica finally attacked again. The crossbowmen put on the bronze armor of their personal guards and approached to shoot. The sharp crossbow bolts shielded and shot up, suppressing the hunter on the wall.

The dozen or so newly built trebuchets also creaked and threw several kilograms of stones. The stones came whistling, exhausted their strength in mid-air, and "gently" fell into the camp. A large number of stone-throwing dogs fell to the ground, but they did not cause any casualties, and they were even less able to damage the solid wall. Soon, the Ottopan warrior held a large shield and charged twice tentatively. They shouted loudly, and they hurriedly retreated without even touching the wall.

"Haha, there is nothing to be afraid of wooden beasts! The cactus tribe is worried about our lack of defensive stones, so they specially sent them from the bottom of the mountain! When the enemy comes to attack, we will throw them down fiercely and return them to their warriors!"

Chichika looked around. Many tribal warriors looked horrified when they saw the giant slinger for the first time. The big leader then laughed arrogantly, encouraging the fighting spirit of the warriors.

"Warriors, I have a piece of good news for you! All the ministries have finished harvesting corn and are delivering them continuously! The fields in the valley are extremely fertile, and this year is a good year!"

A good year means that everyone can have enough to eat. Next year, you don't have to fight with other tribes for food, and you don't have to hunt each other's old and weak.

"Ouch! The corn is harvested, and the big leader is the son of the earth!"

The red salamander chief shouted again at the right time, and the camp was filled with cheers. The prestige of the big leader was strengthened again, and gradually merged with divinity. If there is no external interference, a new powerful leader will be born within a few years, completely integrating the various ministries of Guaquiri.

Hundreds of steps away, Shulot did not erect the king's flag, but just stood on the hill to watch the test firing. He listened to the boiling cheers of the canines, but a smile appeared on his face.

"Well done, Giova."

The coyote guard bowed his head respectfully, even in doubt.

"Let the canines celebrate for a day and relax their guards. The trebuchet is built, and the time for the general attack is just around the corner!"

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"Bertard!"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Take out the rockets and hand them over to the longbow guards who are good at shooting! Reconfigure the gunpowder you carry and make burning paper fireballs! Then prepare the artillery battalion. All eight wooden cannons will be transported to the battalion!"

"As ordered! Your Highness, I will do it myself!"

Bertard responded quietly, with a touch of excitement in his voice.

"Okay! Send out personal guards and bring in Red Frog Chief Keka and personal guard Miwa!"

Sherlot smiled confidently and calmly.

"Tell them it's time to serve the Alliance!"

The words were scattered into the wind, blown over the brown hills, and turned up the withered leaves. In the roaring cheers of the dog-born, there is a strong murderous intention lurking, flowing silently.