Aztec Eternals

Night fell from the sky, and bonfires blazed in the camp. The harsh cold wave has passed, and the autumn night in the wasteland is still warm. Thousands of warriors slept peacefully in open grass dens, accumulating physical strength to fight. The patrolling squad, heavily guarded, swam around the edge of the camp. Farther away, vigil scouts were on guard in the mountains, always ready to fight the red-haired dogborn.

Among the large grass dens, the tents of the generals were extremely conspicuous. The center surrounded by dozens of tents is the big tent of the coach. A black wolf's king flag was planted in front of the tent. Hundreds of personal guards, clad in armor and bows, guarded the king's flag and the large tent. They looked pious and vigilant, as if they were guarding the gods.

"Great Chief, your loyal general, Keka, salutes you!"

In the tent, the Red Frog Chief Keka knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully to Shirott.

Keka has been detained by Shulot for almost a month, almost isolated from the tribe. His daily task is to eat and drink enough, to receive lectures from priests regularly, and his round face has become fatter. Now, he has changed into the costume of a Mexica warrior, wears the silver talisman of the main god, and has learned the etiquette of the alliance. At first glance, it looks like a little aristocrat of the alliance. Only his hair is still the red that the wastelanders admire.

"Great Chief, Miwa salutes you!"

Behind Keka, the red-haired personal guard Miwa, wearing a fur robe of canine origin, followed suit, knelt down and saluted.

After the chief was taken away, he was the actual head of the Red Frog Tribe, managing the food, drink and Lazard of the three thousand warriors. After the surrender, the Horde depended on the Alliance for food supplies. The war priests of the cactus tribe come every day to spread the faith among the tribe while distributing their rations. Hundreds of senior warriors are also stationed around the tribe, often sparring with the redheads in archery, competing in martial arts, and publicizing what military merits are awarded and fields are divided. This is only a month, and some people in the tribe are in turmoil.

Miwa watched helplessly as the tribal warriors began to praise the Lord God and got closer and closer to the alliance. He was always uneasy, but he didn't know what to do. At this moment, it seems that there is a rare sadness on the face of this red-haired warrior.

"Get up!"

Sherlot smiled and patted Coca's shoulder. Then, he looked at Miwa and smiled generously.

"Miwa, the Red Frog Tribe has joined the alliance and formed an independent army. You are the deputy commander of the Red Frog Legion! How can this simple leather robe show the majesty of the deputy commander? Even the battle is not strong enough."

"Here! Give the deputy head of Miwa a pair of refined leather armor, and give him a set of noble robes!"

Shroud gave an order. Immediately, a personal guard stepped forward with the leather armor and robe prepared and put them on for Miwa. Miwa was at a loss and looked at Chief Keka as if asking for help. Seeing that Coca's face did not move, and his fingers lightly tapped, Miwa obediently put on the noble robes of Mexica.

The king raised his eyebrows. He looked at Miwa, who would be stunned, then took off the sun talisman on his neck and put it on for the other party himself.

"Miva, the Lord God will bless you! He promises you hope and victory, and saves you from danger! Praise the Lord God!"

"Ah, I... praise the Lord God!"

Miwa bowed his head hesitantly and prayed to the Lord God for the first time. Then, the intuition of fighting in the wasteland for many years suddenly struck him, making him suspicious.

"The Great Chief just said, danger?..."

Sherlot looked at the two of them for a while, smiled, and returned to the Lord's seat. He looked solemn and asked seriously.

"Miva, how are the red frog warriors?"

"Great Chief, the warriors have strong morale and can fight for you at any time!"

"it is good."

Shuluo nodded and asked again.

"The Alliance is fighting against the Red Dog Alliance. Warriors of the Red Frog Tribe, are there any conflicts in their hearts?"

"Great Chief, the various minions in the wasteland often fight each other. As long as it is not a rare good year, all the ministries will hunt each other for the old and the weak. What's more, we have never been in harmony with the three tribes in the west and the five tribes in the east. Fighting against the Red Dog Alliance, the warriors are the same. High morale!"

This time, it was Coca who answered first.

"Oh? That being the case, are the five Red Dogs familiar with the warriors of the Red Frog Tribe?"

"Huh? We don't have much contact with the Red Dog Five, and we rarely interact with each other, and most of us are not familiar with each other."

Chief Red Frog guessed the big chief's intentions and answered cautiously.

Shilot was silent. After a while, he was expressionless and looked at the wide-eyed Keka.

"Keka, do you still have contact with the Red Dog Alliance opposite?"

"Ah! Chief, I am loyal to you, and I will never give up!..."

Keka froze behind her back and fell to her knees with a thud. He really wanted to get in touch with the other side, but in the main business of the cactus tribe, he was precarious, so where would he have a chance.

"Keka, you Guaquili people have the same origin, even if you have connections, it doesn't matter. You can persuade them to serve the alliance together!"

Shirot smiled faintly, his eyes fixed on Coca's expression.

Coca shivered all over, like a frog being stared at by a green snake. He looked terrified and raised his right hand to swear.

"Ancestral witness! Great Chief, since I surrendered to the Alliance, I have never had any contact with the Red Dogs!"

"Oh?"

Shirot watched for a moment, then smiled. He looked at Miwa again.

"Ancestral Witness! Great Chief, neither does Miwa!"

Miwa was stunned, learning coca's gestures and swearing.

"If I violate my oath, my soul will not be able to return to the embrace of the Mother Earth!"

Shirot raised his brows. He looked at the Lord God amulet that he would put on the other party with his own hands, and after a while, he nodded in praise.

"it is good!"

The king smiled with satisfaction.

"Since this is the case, I have a task to hand over to the loyal Red Frog Warrior!"

Coca and Miwa looked at each other, and both had a bad premonition.

"The Canine Camp on the opposite side stretches for several miles, and the flags of various tribes are quite mixed. The Red Frog Warriors are of the same origin, with the same clothing, language and customs. They are completely unrecognizable at night, and they are the easiest to mix into the camp."

The king is talking and sorting out his thoughts. Then, after a short pause, he gave an order that could not be refused.

"Miva, give you one day to select five hundred elite warriors loyal to the tribe! Tomorrow night, go around the mountains on both sides and sneak into the Red Dog camp. When the coalition forces attack before dawn, you will be making noise in the camp at the same time. !"

"Ah, night raid?!"

Coca and Miwa exclaimed at the same time. Keka lowered his head, his eyes flashing rapidly.

Night raids are extremely difficult, and elites must be dispatched, and they must be elites loyal to the tribe. And the risk of a night attack is astonishingly large, and even if it is lucky, the loss will be extremely heavy. And the Mexican coalition forces took advantage of the chaos to kill, even if the camp was broken, how could they distinguish the red frog warriors from the various ministries? I'm afraid they won't be wiped out together. How can the Red Frog Tribe do this kind of burning tribe, illuminating the alliance!

Keka thought for a moment, her eyes froze, and she silently clenched her fists. Today's plan is to escape the danger of the cage first. Thinking of this, he knelt down on the ground and sincerely asked the Great Chief for his life.

"Great Chief! The Red Frog Tribe, I am willing to die for you! I am willing to lead the warriors myself and sneak into the enemy camp for you!"

"Oh?"

Xiulote smiled, but looked at Coca's expression, but couldn't tell the truth from the fake. He had already made a plan in his mind, and just shook his head at this time.

"No! Keka, you are the patriarch of the Red Frog Tribe. There must be many people in the Red Dog Camp who know you. You are the first big tribe chief who surrendered to me. into danger."

Then, the king looked solemn and his eyes were stern. He looked at the red-haired guard.

"Miwa, replace Keka and lead the warriors yourself! The Lord God will bless you!"

Miwa looked at the king, and then at Keka, who was willing to die. Over the years, the kindness of the chief came to his heart one by one, and he gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Okay, I'll attack the camp for the chief! Dear Great Chief, if I can't come back, please let the chief return to the tribe!"

"Miva!"

Hearing this, Coca looked excited and stared at Miwa with wide eyes. His fingers twitched like water snakes. During this season, the water snakes in the wasteland are no longer active and never hunt with all their might. They are more prone to lazy "paddling" and sometimes "fishing".

"Chief, I will definitely take the warriors and kill the red dog camp! Even if I return to the embrace of the Mother Earth, I will not hesitate!"

Miwa's expression was firm. He raised his hand and swore, paying no attention to Coca's fingers. Xiulote glanced over, but did not understand.

"Ah! Miwa!"

"Chief!"

Coca's expression became more and more excited. Seeing the excited chieftain, Miwa also became excited. Shilott laughed in satisfaction.

"Very good! Keka, you go down first. I have specific plans to tell Miwa."

"Here, Chief..."

"Go on! Tomorrow's night attack involves the power of the gods, so it shouldn't be known by too many people!"

"...Yes, Chief!"

Keka's eyes widened, helplessly exiting the tent. Before leaving, he took a deep look at Miwa and cursed in his heart.

"You stupid cow in the wasteland! If I destroy all my elites tomorrow, even if you escape from death, I will also beat you to death!"

Seeing the reluctance in the chief's eyes, Miwa was moved. He promised again firmly.

"Chief, don't worry! I will lead the elite and overturn the opposite camp!"

"I..."

The curtain of the big tent was closed. Bertard stood in front of the curtain, smiling. Shirot's expression remained unchanged. He has been thinking about tomorrow's battle situation. Destroying the mountain camp and the main force of the dog-born are all in one fell swoop!

After a while, the king gave detailed instructions.

"Miwa, you choose five hundred people, and you must be loyal. The teams spread out from each other, and sneak into the mountain camps in batches from the rolling hills on both sides."

"The scouts have found out. The large tribes in the front camp are heavily guarded, and there are elite redheads on guard day and night. You are few, don't attack the front camp, try to sneak into the back camp! There are many ordinary tribes in the back camp, and they are messy. If you encounter patrols scouts, you can pretend to be different tribes..."

"Great Chief, please rest assured! The warriors are all veterans of the wasteland and are familiar with the rules between tribes. There will be no problem in sneaking into the rear camp!"

Miwa puffed out his chest and assured.

"Okay! After sneaking into the camp, you wait patiently."

The king nodded slightly. Then, there was a dash of solemnity in his expression, as if he possessed divinity.

"Tomorrow the priests will pray all night for the coming of the Lord God! The Lord God is also the God of War, who is in charge of thunder and fire. Before dawn, thunder will explode in the mountains and flames will fall from the sky! When the unstoppable divine power descends on the valley, it is you who act. when!"

"Ah, Warchief?"

Miwa was a little surprised. He did not dare to question the majesty of the Lord God of Mexica, but just repeated in confusion.

"Thunder and flames? From the sky?"

"Yes! First there was thunder, like a roar; then flames fell from the sky, and the water couldn't be extinguished."

Xiulote shouted with high fighting spirit.

"At this time, you should try your best to make a noise in the back camp, shouting that the gods are coming, and the sky will burn the mountain! Your primary task is to try your best to create chaos, making noise, setting fire, and killing people. When the camp is in chaos, don't stay too much, try to motivate The flow of people, flee to the north first. You can flee as far as you can. As for how much you kill the enemy, it is second."

"The alliance only needs the enemy to collapse! Each division has its own calculations. As long as the escape trend rises, there will be no firm fighting spirit. After dawn, there will naturally be a large army to conquer and quell all resistance!"

"Miva, do you remember?"

"... Chief Reaper, I remember it."

Miwa swallowed hard, knelt down on his knees, and saluted.

"Okay, go down and prepare! If you win this battle, you will be the first!"

Miwa nodded and walked backwards out of the camp. He saw the mysterious warchief continue to consult with the warrior chief, speaking incomprehensible words, which was awe-inspiring.

"Bottard, convene the war priests and hold a ceremony in the camp tomorrow. Send messengers to appease the three Otomi tribes. Tell them that the Mexica Alliance is about to hold a **** descending ceremony, and pray for the blessing of divine power! The **** of war is in charge of thunder and flame, and also Will give the same power. Let them not panic."

"According to the order, Your Highness!"

"Have the shooting platforms been cleared on the mountains on both sides?"

"His Royal Highness, taking advantage of the opportunity of logging, the warriors have cleared the high ground on the mountain, built planks, and prepared the small platform for shooting the cottage."

"Okay! Black Wolf is not here, select five hundred longbow personal guards and five hundred temple crossbowmen, and hand them over to Toltec's adjutant Tupa! Let the crossbowmen take their places in advance, and after the wooden cannon bombards tomorrow night, they will Launch vertical rockets into the battalion!"

"According to the order, Your Highness!"

"Eight wooden cannons and a dozen trebuchets are all handed over to Barda, and another thousand warriors! Prepare in advance. At the darkest of tomorrow night, aim the wooden cannons at the cottage and throw flaming fireballs!"

"According to the order, Your Highness!"

"Samurai Chief, as for you..."

Shirot gave a slight pause~www.readwn.com~ with a serious expression.

"I'll give you five hundred heavily armored jaguar warriors, one thousand medium armored longbow guards, and one thousand vanguard brute soldiers!"

"Your Highness!"

Bertard's expression was shocked, this is almost the core strength of the Janissary Legion.

"Bottard, rest assured and recharge your batteries. When the day dawns the day after tomorrow, destroy the enemy camp for me!"

"It works for you!"

The samurai chief bowed respectfully to the ground. The calmness on his face no longer turned into a deep killing intent, reflected in the firelight in the tent.

"My supreme sun, after this battle, you will surely shine on the north!"

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