Aztec Eternals

Chapter 37: ambush

The morning light cuts through the dawn, the quiet night retreats from the rising sun, and it is a new day.

When the first ray of sunlight shone on Shirault's face, as if there was some kind of echo with his body, the boy opened his eyes.

In this age without clocks, the rhythm of the body is the most accurate clock. The warriors also woke up one after another, and the village gradually became angry. After a simple wash and some cold food, Shilot said goodbye to the village elders and returned with two hundred warriors.

The mountain road on the way back was winding and rugged, but four or five people were equally wide. This was the dirt path that the grain transportation team stepped out. The army marched along the edge of the hill. There are rolling hills on both sides, and dense trees, and cardinals sing merrily on the branches.

Shirot walked in the center of the team, wearing a brown coyote priest uniform with a sturdy little cotton armor inside. He wears the long feathered crown of the priest, although it is the simplest type, it is still "tall" and eye-catching in the team. From time to time, birds, attracted by the bright feathers on his head, flew over and circled, and then croaked away.

After walking for half a day, they were about to enter the patrol area of ​​the Ottopan Camp, so everyone relaxed a little. Perhaps the sun was rising and the birdsong around seemed to be much smaller.

At this time, a swift little dot flew from the treetops, arrived in an instant, and stopped out of thin air. It stayed in front of Shilott's feather crown, and curiously looked at the "thing" in front of him.

It is only slightly larger than a bee, with green body feathers, bright red head feathers, a long beak, and a pair of rapidly flapping wings. Shulot took a closer look, and it turned out to be a hummingbird.

"The hummingbird is the messenger of the **** of war Huitzilopochtli, and the guardian bird of our Mexica." Bertard was a little happy. "Priest, you are favored by God."

Shilott smiled. The incarnation of Huitzilopochtli was the peak bird from the south. Hummingbirds have an unusual meaning to the Mexica people. However, the hummingbird in front of him was obviously attracted by the colorful feathers.

Maybe it was a bit shy to be seen by everyone's eyes, or it was recognized that the thing in front of him was not a flower or the opposite sex. The hummingbird changed the angle of its wings, turned around in place, and then flew straight forward at a rapid speed, like a A little red shooting star. After flying forty or fifty meters in front, the hummingbird seemed to be frightened, suddenly turned its direction, and pulled straight to the sky.

Shirou was slightly stunned, but before he could react, he saw Bertard's complexion suddenly change drastically. He quickly glanced left and right at the terrain, and suddenly shouted: "Battle preparation! Be careful!"

Bertard's shout seemed to be a switch. Before he finished speaking, more than 100 short-haired and bearded warriors rushed out of the forest fifty meters away in front of him. These warriors have disheveled hair, their upper body is completely shirtless, revealing the tattoos on their chests, and their lower bodies are nothing but a loincloth. They hold a simple wooden shield in one hand, and a short spear that flashes with cold light in the other. Led by the green leather-armored samurai, they rushed forward like a mad beast.

Bertard immediately raised his shield with his left hand, the guard was in front of Shilot, and with his right hand, he took off his spear from behind and stared at the front with all his attention. The Mexica warriors in front also took down their battle sticks from behind, held up their shields, and bravely attacked them.

At this time, there was another exclamation from behind Shilot, "There is someone behind!". It sounded like the voice of the young warrior Cusola.

Shulot turned his head sharply, only to see six or seven scattered warriors suddenly appearing in the forest behind him. They stood up straight from the ambush position, so that they could draw the huge wooden bows measuring 1.45 meters in their hands. The arrows shone coldly in the sunlight, and aimed at the position of Shulot, 40 to 50 meters away. of the shot.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." The sound of arrows breaking through the air formed a line. In these tenths of a second, watching the bowstrings of the ambushers shoot in the air, Shulot's mind went blank, and he didn't have time to react. At this time, he only had one last thought: "I don't know, can I be reincarnated in this place far away from the Moon Pyramid?"

At the moment when he was distracted, Shirault felt a sudden sinking behind him, something slammed onto him, he staggered forward under his feet, his center of gravity was a little unstable, and then there were several consecutive impulses in an instant, which took him directly. Falling to the ground, the sacrificial clothes and feather crowns fell into the mud together.

He turned over forcefully, holding the body behind him, and in front of him was Cusola's **** profile. Cussola fell on top of him, blood flowing like a fountain from his neck. He was unable to make any movement, not even a visible expression.

The moment he found the archer, he jumped forward and blocked six feather arrows for Shulot, and one missed.

Most of the feathered arrows plunged deep into his leather-clad back. And a deadly feathered arrow was shot from the back of his neck and cut through his left common carotid artery. The blood loss rate was nearly one hundred milliliters per second, and he would die within ten seconds.

The final moment came soon, and Cussola just used his eyes to look deeply at Shirotte, and murmured an indistinct name: "Kunava...". Then his eyes turned slightly to the left, showing infinite nostalgia, that is the south of home. Immediately, in the hallucination before death, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, his eyes immediately slackened, and there was no more life.

Shirot was half-lying in a daze, like a sculpture. He looked at the dead young warrior, but in his mind was still yesterday, Cusola's happy expression when he mentioned his family, the smile on his face, and Desire for a better future. Seirot knew that "Kunava" was his son's name, which was taken from a warrior of the Mexican ancestors, and it was also Cusola's last hope.

This is the first samurai to die for Shroud.

The battlefield doesn't stop for someone's death, it needs more blood. Bertard, who was in front of him, turned around eagerly and looked down, patted Shulot on the face, and the young man turned his eyes to look at him. His expression did not have the pain of being hit by an arrow, or the fear of life and death, but he was just a little dazed about losing a friend. The vicissitudes warrior breathed a sigh of relief, then probed Cusola's breath, and sighed again.

"Guardian priest!" Bertard shouted to the surrounding warriors with a heavy expression. Then he put the shield on Shirot, turned around and ran towards the nearest bow warrior.

More than a dozen followers immediately surrounded him, using shields and bodies to block Shurott tightly. The rest spread out with their shields and pounced on the ambushing warriors.

Bertard was like a running tiger and leopard, with the roar of a jaguar from his mouth. His steps followed a small arc zigzag, and his body was half-bowed, and the bow warrior on the opposite side shot two more arrows, both of which were missed in the mud.

Seeing that he was approaching the archer within twenty steps, Bertard raised his right hand above his head and held the spear thrower. He threw his hand steadily forward, and a throwing spear flew out quickly, drawing a shallow half-arc, puff. A sound pierced into the bow and arrow warrior's chest, and the sharp point of the spear came out from the back.

The samurai lost his strength in an instant, and when his hand was loosened, the bow and arrow were powerless to fall. His body was also thrown backwards by the kinetic energy of the spear, and he sat down and leaned against the hillside. His final move was to try to cover his **** chest with the palm of his hand, which was obviously futile. Soon, he was motionless.

Bertard ignored the warrior he shot, but turned thirty paces away to another archer. As he ran and accelerated, he took off the battle stick from behind, holding it in both hands, the tip of the stick slanted downwards. The archer hurriedly shot two more arrows in the air. Seeing that the two of them had only ten steps left, he hurriedly threw away the bow and arrow and went to get the shield and short spear under his feet.

The two met, Bertard swiftly turned sideways, avoiding the short spear pierced by the archer, and then his strength rose from his legs, his waist rotated with force, and his arms accelerated again, and the obsidian battle stick brushed the shield with great precision. The swing hit the archer's head. The archer's head immediately deflected in an abnormal posture, his neck bent sharply, and then his body froze, and he fell slantingly.

The fierce battle only lasted for a moment, and the unarmored shield-spear warrior in front of him with a savage aura and the Mexican leather-armored shield warrior quickly fought each other, and then fell down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Under the slash of the obsidian battle stick, the armorless warrior died like thin paper. Under the superb martial arts of the samurai, the battle stick deftly bypassed the shield, slid across the enemy's shoulders, and pulled out long wounds. Then it didn't take a moment for the other party to lose blood and fall down. The opponent's short spear is quite powerful, with a metal pointed tip, which can pierce the leather armor of the samurai, and also cause casualties of the Mexican samurai.

Seeing that the momentum was not good, the leading warrior on the opposite side turned around and fled towards the forest, and some of the Mexican warriors chased away. Those unarmored warriors seemed to be fighting to the death, but when the Mexica warriors in the rear caught up and formed a battle formation, the situation became a one-sided slaughter.

Bertard and the elite warriors caught up with the bow warriors behind and killed them one by one, but no one escaped from the samurai chief's pursuit.

The battle ahead was also coming to an end, and the leading warriors on the opposite side fled and died. The last unarmored warrior screamed frantically after being surrounded, the great **** cursed the sun **** of the Mexica, and was then chopped to pieces by the angry warriors.

At this time, Shulot has returned to normal. He was half-kneeling in front of the corpse, silent for a long time, before reaching out and closing Cusola's eyes gently, then he picked up the water bag that had fallen on the ground and put it into the hands of the young warrior, bringing him closer to his family .

Only then did Shilot stand up, with sadness in his eyes. Calmly inquire about the casualties of the samurai.

This ambush in the mountains and forests was short, quick, and intense. More than twenty warriors were killed and fifty or sixty were wounded. Most of the samurai died under the metal spears of the armorless warriors, and a few died in the second or third rounds of the bow and arrow samurai. On the ground, more than a hundred bodies of unarmored soldiers were left, and the enemy killed eleven or two samurai.

Because the armorless warriors insulted the Mexica sun god, the warriors did not leave a single survivor.

Bertard carefully inspected the armorless corpses, looking at the tattoos on the front and back. These warriors were disheveled like savages, and their bodies were covered in shallow scars from long-term travel through the mountains. The most conspicuous of them is the abstract feathered snake carved in indigo Mayan blue.

"This is a traitor to Toltec." Bertard affirmed after seeing the feathered snake tattoo.

"Toltec's traitor?" Sherlot was a little curious, and the history of this aspect seems to be rarely mentioned by the city-state.

"The Toltecs used to form a huge alliance in the northern valley of Mexico, the city of Tula, not far north of Tenochtitlan, was their last capital, and Teotihuacan, the holy city where you were born, was It is their capital, and they have Quetzalcoatl, the Quetzalcoatl God, as their main **** to rule the world."

"But then the Feathered Serpent was exiled, and the **** of war Huizilopochtli ruled the world and took over the throne of the sun god. He became the patron saint of the Mexicans, allowing the ancestors of Mexica to live in Tes. A great capital was built on Lake Coco, and at the same time it was promised to the ancestors: The Mexicas have the destiny and will be the masters of the whole of Mexico! This is the will of God.”

"The Toltecs were obedient, abandoned their capital, disbanded their alliance, and joined the Mexica. They converted to the sun god, intermarryed with the Mexica ancestors for generations, and then merged with the Mexica. Together, they established the city-states of Mexica, which can be said to be one of our ancestors."

"Now the city-states in the west and north of the Mexican Valley still have many customs left by the Toltecs, such as the grand celebration of Feathered Serpent Day."

"Some of the Toltecs miss Feathered Serpent God, chase him to the east where he left, and then evolve and merge to become the relatively peaceful Nahua people on the east coast."

"Only a small number of Toltec rebels still fanatically believe in the Feathered Serpent, hostile to the Mexica Alliance, and hide in the deepest mountain forest at the junction of the Otomi, the Mexica, and the Tarasco. I'm still lingering. Speaking of which, the nest of these rebels is indeed not far from here."

Shirot remembered the frescoes of the Feathered Serpent found in Teotihuacan, the "Song of the Feathered Serpent" that his grandfather dedicated to the king, and the New Year's celebrations in the city-state. There were indeed Toltec people everywhere. Seal of the Feathered Serpent Faith.

But what Bertard tells is that the history of the fusion of the Toltecs by the Mexicas is like a myth: The sun **** fused the two nations to create an alliance? Intuition told Xiuluot that there must be countless **** and **** winds and beliefs fighting to complete today's integration. But since the Mexica is the final winner, he has no intention of exploring the truth of the year.

After confirming the identity of the unarmored warrior, Bertard went to check the body of the bow and arrow warrior again, and saw that there were black and white stripes on the jacket under the leather armor. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"This is Otomi's samurai."

Shuluo nodded and picked up the wooden bow on the ground. This wooden bow is nearly 1.4 meters long, and the bow body is very thick. It is still in the shape of a single bow. Xiulott tried to shoot an arrow, coupled with the metal arrow on the ground, the power was very strong: 100 steps to kill no armor, 50 steps to break a single layer of cotton armor, and 30 steps to break a double layer of cotton armor.

Shirot's eyes lit up first, this bow is much stronger than a sling. After a while, I was afraid again. Even if I was wearing leather armor, if I was hit by several arrows at the same time within 40 to 50 meters, I am afraid that I would be dead.

"This is the longwood bow of the Tlaxcalans," Bertard assured.

In the end, the two of them continued to check the short spear with the metal spear head, as well as the metal arrow on the ground.

"Bronze spears and arrows of the Tarasco people." The two said at the same time, relatively speechless.

Next, the samurai packed up the equipment and weapons on the ground, chopped off the enemy's head, and built a small tower on the side of the road. Then the bodies of the war dead were collected and buried in the newly dug shallow pits.

Shirot silently watched Cussola drowned in the ground, his expression solidified, with a faint smile, a soft water bag in his hand, and his wife's remnants of wine in it, as if he had returned to a warm home.

"Your son, he will definitely become a jaguar warrior." Shirot promised softly, his heart was full of sadness, but his face was calm and solemn.

Then he looked at the city of Ottopan, two days away to the west, and then to the east and south: "The traitor of Toltec, the warrior of Otomi, the longwood bow of Tlaxcala, and Tara Sko's bronze weapon."

"It seems that the enemies of the empire have unknowingly reached some kind of alliance!" A trace of ominousness emerged in Shulot's heart, like a dark cloud in the distance.

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