Aztec Eternals

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In the golden autumn of October, the breath of harvest comes with the north wind, and the field is filled with the fragrance of fruits. The corn on the farmland is fully ripe, and tens of thousands of farmers are working hard to harvest the fruits of one-year-old farming. They had happy smiles on their faces.

There was plenty of rain before the autumn harvest, and this year's harvest was very good. After paying tribute, there was still enough food to fill the barn for famine. And after the corn is harvested, they can go home and really get a good night's sleep.

Ding Zhuang of Juntun used a bronze sickle to harvest much faster than ordinary villages. After finally finishing the autumn harvest, a new order came from the capital. The military officers opened the warehouse in the camp and distributed the long-standing spears and shields. Soon, they will be armed and moved to the southern part of Gyeonggi.

The scorching sun was like fire, falling on the military camp in the lake area, and the faces of the people who were directly illuminated were hot. In the middle of the camp is the school grounds, with a continuous hut on one side and an arsenal, barn and hut on the other. Smoke rose from the kitchen, smelling of grain. It was the guys preparing tortillas for the next march.

At this moment, the old militiaman Chiwako sat in front of the empty arsenal with a sullen face, legs crossed. He was wearing a plain old cloth robe, a shabby straw hat on his head, a sturdy spear under his feet, and a green cactus fruit in his hand, which he nibbled at every bite.

"Bah ah ah, it's so sour, and it's giggling!"

After two bites, Chiwako opened his mouth and spit out a bunch of gnawing seeds. Then, he cursed angrily, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai.

"Bah! What are you in a hurry for? Eat it if it's not cooked! Take a bite in the east and take a bite in the west, so you can't just stay and farm the land honestly? People can't live in peace all day long. I see, wait for you to take a bite. Cooked, sour your big teeth!"

The camp was empty and no one responded. This morning, Chiwaco distributed self-defense weapons to his militiamen, drove them all away, and put them on a day off. If you have a home nearby, you can go home and have a look. If you have no home or your home is too far away, go back to the house, cover your head, and get a good night’s sleep. The Tuentian Army will soon be starting, and when that time comes, you won't have to take a break if you want.

"Uncle, what are you doing sitting here?"

Wizti, wrapped in a headscarf and bunt, had just returned from the creek outside the camp. He was still dripping with water, apparently taking a good shower. It's still hot in the Lake District in October, especially when the sun is high at noon.

"What am I doing, you are blind and can't see?"

Chiwako cursed angrily. After scolding, he stretched out his hand, took out a cactus fruit from his arms, glanced at it, and it was ripe. Then he threw the fruit at Wezti.

"Eat, just picked after camp."

"Thank you uncle!"

Wizti reached out and took it, just in his arms. Then, he wiped his hand on his clothes, and couldn't wait to bring the fruit to his mouth.

"Crack, click..."

Wizti finished eating the fruit in two strokes, and the purple-red juice flowed from the corner of his mouth. He sighed contentedly.

"Uncle, this fruit is so sweet!"

Chiwako stared wide-eyed at Wezti in surprise.

"Woo, are you finished eating?"

"Yeah! Sweet, juicy, and delicious. Uncle, is there anything else?"

Wizti grinned and looked at the old man.

"...what about the seeds you eat?"

Chiwako stared at Wezti.

"Seed? Chewed, swallowed!"

Wezti looked silly at Chiwaco.

"Hurry up, I'll make you hurry!"

Chiwaco stayed for a while, then suddenly became furious. He picked up the spear from the ground, pointed the spear to the back, and used the spear shaft to draw Wizti.

"Uncle, uncle, don't hit, don't hit. It hurts, it hurts! If it hurts, Reed will feel distressed!"

Hearing the reeds, Chiwako finally stopped and his eyes widened in anger.

"How do I remember, I promised you the reed!"

"Hey, hey, this is not all the way, just me and Reed!"

Wezti replied with a smile, then leaned in front of Chiwako and asked with a shy face.

"Uncle, today we issued weapons to the militiamen, and we will go south again in two days. What is this for?"

"What?"

Chiwaco glared, then sighed again.

"Blessed by the Lord God, we are going to fight."

"Fighting? Who are we going to fight? Your Highness... Didn't your Majesty just come back from the war in the north? I heard that a lot of barbarians were captured."

Wizti scratched his head and looked south.

"Going south... You won't go to fight the Tekes barbarians, right? The valleys are not easy to fight!"

"Stupid wood, use your brain!"

Chiwako cursed angrily. He was very temperamental today.

"Who do you say you want to fight? Just like the army in the fields, you can still enter the mountains to fight the barbarians? This is not necessarily to fight the noble masters in the south!"

"what!"

Wizti was taken aback and looked at the old man.

"Uncle, the noble masters in the south, aren't they from the kingdom? Why do you want to beat them?"

"Why?"

Chiwaco shook his head and sighed.

"The noble masters in the south belong to the old kingdom, not the new kingdom. They don't pluck a single hair, and the tribute they pay in a year is not as good as our tens of thousands of field troops. So now, His Majesty is ruthless and wants to pluck all their hair out. ."

"Ah this!"

Wizti opened his mouth in surprise and looked at the old man. But the old uncle squatted in front of the arsenal again, taking advantage of the shade of the room to slowly nibble on the cactus fruit.

Chiwako has been nestling in the Tuntian camp, looking like an old farmer. But in fact, he has many friends and a wide range of ways, and he understands the situation of the kingdom very well. The gray soil Puapu was in the Gyeonggi Corps, leading two thousand Qin Congchan warriors, and he often came to him for a drink. The details of the crusade to the south were heard from Puap's mouth.

That night, after getting drunk, Puapu told him some stupid forbidden words and was scolded severely by him before he finally came to his senses.

Chiwako squatted and gnawed, Wezti stood and watched, and the camp was quiet again. Only the sound of firewood steaming tortillas in the kitchen and the purring of the militiamen in the nearby barracks were all in their ears. Everything is so peaceful, even the sour cactus fruit makes people feel happy.

Until a low horn suddenly sounded from the north of the camp.

"Woo!...woo!..."

Chiwako gave a "swish" and jumped up from the ground, like an old cat whose tail was stomped on. Weiz took a closer look, and he didn't know when, the old uncle had already thrown the fruit and clenched the spear in his hand, which was more agile than the young man.

"Huh? Uncle, it looks like a horn?"

"Shh!"

"Woo!...woo!..."

The low horn sounded again, shaking people's hearts from a distance. Chiwako rushed to the gate of the camp twice, and quickly climbed up a large tree with a rope hanging down, more than ten meters high, and at the top of the tree there was a wooden platform to rest. This is the most convenient watchtower. The tree is as tall as the watchtower.

The old militiaman stood on a high wooden platform, holding a tree trunk in one hand and putting one hand on his forehead to block the light. He looked carefully, and soon, at the end of the sky, a black line appeared. The black line came from the south, gradually became larger, and moved extremely quickly. Then, he finally saw what the black line was!

"Damn it, it's a vicious northern barbarian!"

Chiwako's eyes widened instantly, and he almost fell from the tree in shock. It was a group of barbarians with red hair and bows and arrows on their backs and spears! The barbarians looked fierce and were attacking the camp quickly!

"Uncle, what did you see?"

Wizti raised his head and shouted.

Chiwaco didn't answer. He stretched out his hand, shaking the alarm bell tied to the tree,

"Ding Ding Ding!... Ding Ding Ding!..."

The piercing alarm bell rang in the camp instantly and spread far away. Wizti also reacted. He hurriedly ran to the center of the school grounds, picked up the gong, and struck it heavily.

"Dangdang!...Dangdang!..."

The quiet camp boiled instantly, like a pot of porridge. Some of the militiamen woke up from their sleep, some recovered from the game, and then hurried to find their weapons. Then, the captains of each team shouted and reprimanded, gathered their militiamen, and discharged a simple gun formation. And the one who scolded the most was the old militia who did not know when to return to the school grounds.

The chaos lasted for a full quarter of an hour before it calmed down a little. The militiamen reluctantly formed formation, mounted their spears, and defended behind the fence of the camp. When the red-haired brutal soldiers of the brigade rushed to the front of the camp, they were faced with a thickly formed spear forest.

"Huh? This military camp has a quick response!"

The black wolf Toltec waved his hand, and the red-haired hunters stopped. He wears the cape of the legionnaire, with the bronze sword of the legionnaire on his waist, and the legionnaire's feather on his helmet. In short, as long as the generals of the kingdom saw him, they would know that he was one of only five legion commanders.

"Orzoma, how far has the Legion come today?"

"Dear Legion Commander."

Ozoma bowed his head and said respectfully.

"The legion set off in the early morning and marched all the way without stopping. Now that it's past noon, it has already traveled 60 miles!"

The black wolf Toltek nodded in satisfaction. The 8,000-strong army was divided into four groups, marching for sixty li in half a day. This speed is really amazing, and only the dogs who are good at rushing can do it.

"Okay! Then we will rest here for half an hour, get some water, and then continue to march to the capital! Tonight, I will report to Your Majesty in the capital tonight!"

"Captain, you are right!"

Orzoma pondered for a while, then smiled in agreement. Prove to Your Majesty the rushing ability of the Guaquili Legion, so that it can be reused more easily in the next war. Then, Orzoma stepped forward quickly, and under the vigilant eyes of the guarding militiamen, he threw the letter in his hand to the leading old militiaman.

"Blessed by the Lord! We are the Guaquili Legion in the north, and our legion commander is the unparalleled black wolf general! We are called by His Majesty to go from Hekou County to the capital! ... Quickly open the camp door and prepare food and water After the soldiers rest for a while, they will continue south! There are three groups of troops behind us!"

Ozoma looked at the more than a thousand militiamen on the opposite side and shouted sharply. This is a fresh feeling he has never had before, it is stronger force and greater power.

There are thousands of people in the Guaquili Corps, running fast all the way. Only such a field barracks can provide enough drinking water. Although the canines are used to marching hard, and they can pass by eating cold food and drinking cold water, but marching in the hinterland of the kingdom, everyone does not have to worry about safety, after all, hot water is more comfortable.

"Uh, the melon chicken pear army in the north? Why are they all barbarians?"

Chiwako cautiously held the letter and looked at it over and over for a while, but couldn't find any traces of forgery. It was not until the vicious red-haired barbarian in front of him showed impatience~www.readwn.com~ that he asked with a smile.

"Respected adults, why are you so many elite warriors suddenly heading south? We haven't heard any news from our camp..."

"Ha, how can the messenger run so fast!"

Orzoma sneered. Immediately, he looked fierce, and shouted while pressing the battle stick around his waist.

"Why are you asking so much? Open the camp door! The Black Wolf General is waiting outside!"

Chiwako took a careful look at the black wolf, and suddenly shivered. That high-spirited face appeared countless times in his dreams, shooting people with a longbow. Without doubt, he lowered his head and ordered his men to open the camp gate.

The Tuntian Army put away their spears and made way to the sides. The vicious barbarians poured into the camp like a tide. Then, the barbarians scolded and scolded their own hands, directly occupying the kitchen, and grabbed the prepared tortillas to share. The black wolf general was complimented by a circle of red-haired barbarians, eating cakes and drinking water happily, and laughing.

"..."

Chiwako pursed his lips and said nothing. He just looked south and shook his head.

"The noble men of the south, the fierce barbarians have gone south! At this moment, your hair will be plucked out!"

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