Aztec Eternals

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As night fell, the deep darkness poured in from the sky, covering the cactus at the foot of the mountain. Watermark advertising test Watermark advertising test The sound of crows surrounds the rugged mountains, and the humble camp reflects the bonfire that never stops, making people feel desolate.

Orzoma stood alone on the watchtower of the camp. The balance in his heart swayed back and forth, like the fire in his eyes.

"Big Chief!"

The red monkey chief sighed softly.

In the past few days, the offensive of the southern coalition forces has been blocked by the formidable front battalion. Hundreds of Otomi warriors were damaged in Taniguchi's camp, and dozens of enemy nobles died in battle!

The chief of Chichika was quite excited, sent messengers to praise Orzoma, and sent the first batch of 1,000 reinforcements on time. The big leader himself called all the tribes in the valley, and while collecting the small mouths, he prepared the big sacrifice.

According to the plan, the chiefs of all ministries must swear allegiance in blood at the big sacrifice, and promise to the ancestors that they will never surrender! According to the messenger, the preparations for the blood sacrifice have been completed, and the grand sacrifice will soon be held on these two days.

"The chief of Chichika is brave and strong, the rewards and punishments are fair, and he does what he says. If under the auspices of the chief, all the ministries unite and resist to the end, will they be able to hold the valley?"

Ozoma thought for a long time, unable to make up his mind. He looked at the base of the camp again, and the sling and wooden beasts built by the Mexicans spread out, making people feel uneasy.

"The Great Chief Reaper has deep mana and is unpredictable. If he summons skyfire and radiates thunder, will the soldiers be able to stabilize their morale and defend the camp?"

Chief Red Monkey thought for another quarter of an hour, but still had no decision. He couldn't help laughing at himself in a low voice.

"Red Monkey, Red Monkey, you have always been smart. When faced with a life-or-death decision, you can't make up your mind at all! If you don't make a decision, you have no guts. You can only rely on the strong in your life."

The watchtower of the camp is just a hasty construction. Although it is said to be a building, it is actually just a shed built on a tree, plus a ten-meter-long rope ladder that hangs down to the ground. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the hut of the watchtower swayed in the air, and Ozoma's body trembled together. He lowered his head, looked at the ground eight or nine meters away, and shook his head.

"The hut in the sky is swaying in the wind, how can I stay in danger? ... Chief, if you retreat earlier, my loyalty will not waver!"

After speaking, Orzoma climbed down the rope ladder flexibly like an ape, and landed on both feet in a moment. He jumped in place twice, felt the firm touch on the soles of his feet, and quickly returned to the main tent.

The main tent is actually a shed, just closed on all sides and slightly larger in size. The roof of the shed is open to the air, with a fire pit in the middle. The Red Monkey Chief sat cross-legged in front of the fire, watching the swaying flames, and continued to ponder the situation.

The Red Monkey tribe now has more than 3,000 warriors, occupying the former camp in the Taniguchi Heights, facing the front of the Mexican soldiers. A few miles from the front and back of the camp is the main business of Red Dog. The Chichika leader has more than 4,000 elite warriors, and he is still constantly recruiting the valley tribes. A few miles further, near the city of Palms, is the rear camp of the Red Crow tribe. The rear battalion has more than 2,000 collapsed troops, which are currently being reorganized.

The front camp of the highland, the main camp of Taniguchi, and the rear camp of the valley, the three rely on each other to form a regular triangle. Although the mouth of Palms Valley was wide open, the former battalion was stuck on key high ground. If the Southern Allied Forces did not capture the front battalion, they would not be able to go deeper with peace of mind. When the southern coalition forces besieged the formidable front battalion, the rear battalion and the main army could continue to attack and attack the coalition's flanks.

In short, the Taniguchi line of defense was carefully arranged by the big leader. Although it looked rough and simple, it was not weak.

"It's just that my red monkey tribe is stuck here. As a stone blocking the road, there is no way to go back! ... No, not necessarily."

Thinking of this, Orzoma raised his head and ordered the guards around him.

"Zukata, is Zukata back? Let him come and see me!"

The personal guard checked out the account and returned to report.

"Chief, Zukata went out this morning and sent the warrior from the Red Frog Tribe back to the south, and has not returned yet."

"Huh? Wouldn't it be encountered by Amoxi's attack team? ... Although Zukata is dull on the surface, he has always been meticulous in his thoughts and steady in his work, so there will be no such mistakes."

Orzoma frowned, thought for a moment, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Let the scouts patrolling the perimeter today see me!"

Within a quarter of an hour, a red-haired scout hurried over. After Ozoma asked a few questions, he stood up in shock and grabbed the scout's collar.

"What did you say?! After Zukata came back, he left the camp north again!"

"Ah? Chief, don't you know?"

The scout looked at the chief in surprise and fear.

"Captain Zukata said that he had received your order to contact the Red Deer tribe in the north. He also brought a few lance guards... Just this afternoon, not long after Chief Amoshi's attack team passed by... "

"...Damn! Call me all the pike guards!"

Orzoma's face turned ashen, and he pushed the scout away. An ominous premonition rose in his heart. There seems to be an invisible big hand that is forcing him to make a choice.

After a while, the lance guards formed in front of the tent. The Red Monkey Chief took a brief count, but the guards from the Condor Tribe were all gone. He asked the soldiers of the lower guard again, and he heard that each of them carried a small package, saying that it was a gift for the Red Deer Chief, and suddenly his heart sank.

"Zukata, Zukata!...I regard you as a confidant, and I value you so much, yet you betray me!"

Orzoma roared in his heart, furious. He clenched the battle stick silently, his expression like a gloomy sky. However, when the anger subsided a little, an uncontrollable panic came back to him.

"Where will Zukata go? He knows about the secret communication between me and the Mexicans, and was called up by the chief. If he tells the Chichika chief..."

Thinking of the big leader's anger, the red monkey chief couldn't help shivering. I don't know since when, the majesty of the big leader has been deeply buried in his heart and is indestructible.

Orzoma closed his eyes in pain. At this moment, countless thoughts surged in his mind, and countless emotions rose and fell in his chest. He was angry, he was afraid, he regretted, he was dazed, he was in pain...he made a decision!

"A wolf-like leader! I know that you will never tolerate betrayal... So, I can only choose to betray..."

After a long time, Orzoma exhaled a long breath and sighed with emotion. Then, as if he had lifted the burden of choice, he gained a long-lost ease. This is the end of the matter, there is no other way, but all the way to survive. The Red Monkey Chief's mind was revived, and he turned into a smart red monkey again.

"Lance guards, go to the camp gate to guard! Guards, bring the two rattan baskets I have prepared! Yes, the two heaviest."

Orzoma ordered in a low voice. Then, he looked at the back of the camp, a closed shack that was closely guarded.

"And then our southern guests, please come here!"

The guards followed orders. After a while, under the guidance of two red-haired warriors, the poet Baramo came in with a melancholy expression in traditional canine costumes.

"Orzoma, my friend from afar."

Balamo bowed his head slightly, stretched his arms, and performed the etiquette on the wasteland. Afterwards, he recited a poem-like greeting, seemingly without any unpleasantness of being under house arrest.

"In the secret words of dawn, I come with a lofty vision. I follow the guidance of the Lord God, and I want to travel with you in the wasteland. The evening wind in this valley is full of the fragrance of promise... The future is so Guangming, why do you keep avoiding and don't want to meet me?"

"Uh...haha!"

Looking at Balamo's bright eyes, Ozoma's face twitched and he didn't know how to answer. He reluctantly laughed twice, stepped forward, and took the poet's arm cordially.

"My friend, the cactus blooms always have to wait, and the fruit takes time. Now, I would like to walk with you in the wasteland like brothers! In order to show my sincerity and the friendship between brothers, I I've already prepared a present for you!"

Saying that, Orzoma waved his hand cheerfully. The two guards worked together to carry a heavy rattan basket and slammed it in front of the poet.

"I heard that the tribes in the south like this kind of white metal. Haha, my brother, there are a hundred pounds here, all of them are yours!"

"One...100 catties of silver?!"

Even though he was well-informed, Balamo was twitching at the moment, and his heart was shocked. He quickly stretched out his hand, grabbed a roughly refined round block, and took a bite in his mouth, it was a special light sweetness. Although the refining of these round blocks is extremely rough, it is true silver.

"Hu... huh!"

After a while, the poet slowed down and grabbed Ozoma's hand suddenly.

"Ozoma, my good brother! Your sincerity is enough! Let's talk about a bright future!"

"Okay! Good brother! I still have a basket of white metal with red gemstones here. It's a gift for His Royal Highness..."

Looking at the poet's performance, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Ozoma sneered in his heart, but also held the poet's hand. It was just a hundred pounds of useless white metal, which could neither be eaten nor worn, and the messenger of the Mexica was shocked by this. You must know that in the old lair of the Guaquili tribes, in the wasteland of Satskas, the white metal ore is piled up into hills, and no one cares!

In fact, there is an extremely large silver deposit belt on the Satskars wasteland. The Fresnillo silver mine with the largest reserves in the world is located here. The reason why the Spaniards launched the Chichimec War and fought on the wasteland for fifty years without letting go is for this unparalleled silver mining area.

In the more than 400 years after the discovery, the total amount of silver mined in the Fresnillo silver mine area is 100,000 tons, producing nearly one-tenth of the world's silver! Until 2013, this silver mining area still produced more than 700 tons per year, second only to the Cannington Silver Mine in Australia. The world's largest silver mining company is named after Fresnillo. All in all, the silver mines in the wasteland of Satskas are the wealth that can change the currency circulation in the world, and have also created the reputation of the Mexican Eagle Ocean in later generations!

The bonfire swayed, reflecting on the baskets of silver, reflecting a striking white light. The two people in the light put their hands on their hands, and their eyes met, with the same sincerity and the same smile on their faces. In the silver light, they whispered, discussing the bright future, and also affecting the belonging of the North.