Aztec Eternals

"What a big river!" Shirott stood on the hill, looked at the Leman River, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Indeed, it's such a big river!" Avett was also standing beside him, the command flag on his back raised high.

He looked to the east where the great river originated, to the northeast where the city of Hilotepec was located, and finally to the north of the king's camp, admiring it from the bottom of his heart.

"Shirot, do you know how good this river is?" Avette smiled.

"Where is the river? It must be a fast march along the river, and it is convenient to transport food." The smart boy understood when he thought about it.

"Yes. And this location is particularly good." Avit nodded in agreement, "Do you know how long it takes to get to Camp Mexico outside Hilotepec?"

"I'm not like you. I have fought here, how can I know the specific terrain." The boy shook his head.

"From here to the camp outside Hilotepec, it only takes eleven days. Seven days by water to the east, and four days by land to the northeast. How long did we travel from Hilotepec to Ottopan? "

"Oh, that mountain forest lasts about sixteen days." The boy remembered the difficult trek between the mountains and forests.

"Yeah, if there was no interference from the enemy, it would be sixteen days. It would take at least five days to walk from here." Avit became a little excited, "You remember, from Hilotepec to Ottopan, the army set up all the way. How many mountain camps will you use to transport food?"

"Four, about three days apart."

"That's it! From here, it only takes nine days to get to the nearest mountain camp outside Hilotepec. Six of them are by water and three by land. There is also the link from Ottopan to Hilotepec. The way to go!"

Avit smiled and patted the command flag behind him, and the big umbrella above his head swayed for a while: "It will take at least thirteen days to get there from the siege camp."

"It's only been four days, what are you excited about, Avit." The boy glanced at Avit speechlessly, then noticed the three-meter-high flag that was still shaking, and felt a pain in his back.

This thing is only a little smaller than the four-meter-high king's commander-in-chief flag, but the commander-in-chief flag is always placed on the king's shoulders and does not need to be carried by himself.

"Four days soon! Well, it's really useless now, but it means we have the initiative. The eagle always has to ride the wind to fly fast enough to catch the flying hare."

"The premise is that you have to see the hare first." Scholot had guessed something long ago, and he also has the ambition to soar, but all this can only be done according to the trend.

"So, we're staying here now." Avette laughed happily. "As you said, stand by the stake and wait for the rabbit to hit it."

"The stakes are easy to defend, but this river is not very easy to defend." The teenager looked at the Tarasco patrol team on the other side of the river. They held bronze spears with a cold light in their hands. They were facing the Mexican army from a distance across the river. . Further back, several scouts were running fast, reporting to the rear.

"Isn't there still this command flag? After being idle for two years, I finally carried it again." Avite smiled and patted the tall flag again. The process seemed to give him a special kind of pleasure.

"Is it so happy to carry a flag? This umbrella flag looks very heavy. You have been carrying it, don't you feel tired?" Sherlot asked with some concern, "Take a break, someone else will help you carry it. Bar!"

"This is the highest command of 30,000 people. How can the power bestowed by the gods be handed over to others?" Avit said with a smile, and then changed his tone, "Why don't you help me memorize it?"

The young man waved his hand quickly, so heavy, he is not a fool: "You said just now that this is power, how can you just hand it over to others?"

"Of course I can't give it to others. But, Shirot, you..." The friend on the opposite side laughed, "I can accept it when I leave it to you."

"Come on, don't try to lie to me for help, this thing is getting old." The wise boy had already seen his friend's strategy clearly, "I'm still a child, just let me go."

Avit laughed happily. He laughed and joked: "You are still young and don't know the benefits of this flag. When you grow up, you will find ways to carry it. If it is lighter, I am not happy. I want to change to a heavier one, the heavier the better. Don’t let go even if you’re exhausted.”

Shilot pouted: "I want to be the master of power, not the slave of power!"

"Master? Slave?" Avette tasted it carefully for a while before saying, "This metaphor is good. Then how are you going to be the master?"

"Being a master... um." The boy thought for a while, then rolled his eyes: "Maybe it's to restrain his own desires?"

Avit was amused at once. He patted Shilot on the head and said with a smile: "You are the master, why do you restrain your desires? As a master, you only need to learn one thing: how to control your slaves and how to use your power !"

Avit once again used the old ruling class ideas to brainwash the teenagers.

"In other words, you have to think and do what with your own power?"

"What about you, what do you want to do with your power?" the boy asked rhetorically.

"I'm going to use the power I have now." Avet patted the commander's flag again, "Go catch the biggest and fastest rabbit. To gain more power!"

"And after that?"

"After that... the condor will fly into the sky, and wherever he can see, it will be his hunting ground, and it will eventually become the kingdom of God." Avette gently recited a sacrifice to God prayer. "I'm going to be a condor and conquer the world. How about you?"

"The cactus will penetrate deep into the earth, and wherever it can touch, it will be connected by its roots, and thus become the homeland of people." Sherlot then recited the next prayer. "Then I am a cactus, to condense an empire."

"Then the condor landed on the cactus. He promised the Mexicans: the fields of corn and deer, the borders covered by the sky and the earth, will be your future!" Gradually high and far, it floated straight to the sky, and then fell to the earth, like an oath to the gods.

The fiery emotions melted into the voice, and also stirred in the hearts of the two of them. They stood side by side, looking into the distance.

After a long time, Avite smiled lightly: "The corn has just sprouted, so discussing how to eat it seems a little too far."

Shulot also nodded: "Then make the pile first, what if the rabbit will come?"

The boy and his friend looked at each other and laughed.

Avit then used the commander's power to turn the north bank of the Leman River into a large construction site.

He first selected five hills and highlands by the river, and set up five frontier camps respectively. The location of the camps relies on the mountain, and they are built small and sturdy, with a distance of several miles from each other. Thereby controlling the whole area suitable for crossing the river. These camps are like nails, and even if the Tarrascos cross the river from a distance, they will be threatened by the nails.

In each camp, Avite placed 3,000 militiamen and 1,000 city-state warriors as the base of combat power, 100 directly subordinate warriors, and ten military nobles, the Jaguars, as the command level. Their task was not to attack, but to hold the camp for at least five days. Relying on fortified camps, the morale of the army was maintained. Occupying a favorable location, a militia can reach the combat effectiveness of half a samurai.

Next, Avit built another large camp a day away from the camps.

He put 10,000 real elites here. Recharge your batteries, avoid the enemy's sight, and be ready to attack at any time. This is the main force in the field, maintaining the initiative to choose, to enter the appropriate battlefield. The newly formed Longbow Guard was also in the battalion.

At the same time, Avet had already sent messengers up the river to establish contact with the capital's fleet. While striving for food and reinforcements, they demanded effective water-based intervention.

In the chilling armament, two weeks passed quickly. The first Mexica boats finally arrived with food supplies, like small ant colonies, from the capital upstream.

And the Tarrascos have finally assembled. An army of 80,000 came in mighty force and set up a large camp for several miles on the south bank of the Leman River. On the opposite side of them are the Mexican fortresses, boats and warriors, a line of defense connected by mountains and rivers.