Aztec Eternals

The morning sun in October rises into the sky, lighting up the dawn in the east, and sowing the hope of a new day.

Shulot gasped heavily, sweating profusely. He had just finished his early morning agility training. Although he had had some drinks yesterday and had a late chat with his father, he still woke up before dawn and trained as a samurai from Bertard.

Beside him, Bertard also nodded gratified. The boy's martial arts had already taken root, and he was considered to have entered the house. He has been able to predict the enemy's attack, and at the same time, his body can follow the subconscious response and dodge effectively. Now that the weather is getting colder, it is time to change to cold-resistant will training.

After the training, the teenager silently admired the spectacular red sun, and occasionally familiar melodies appeared in his mind, bringing long-lasting memories.

For everything that happened in the far east, there is nothing he can do now. The tide of the times has begun, and everyone will rise and fall in the tide. Great people will go with the general trend and forge their own path in the wave.

The strength of any nation and civilization comes from the tempering and sacrifice in the process of its growth, and from the condensed national characteristics. Black Africans have experienced tens of thousands of years of torment from tropical diseases before they were able to evolve their bodies in the disease, acquire super resistance, and take root in the tropics of the New World.

In the future, these black African ethnic groups scattered in the New World will have to go through more than 400 years of hardships before they can gradually condense their own black spirit, "Negritude" in the recognition of voodoo culture, and then instill their own black spirit from the West. Gradually break free from colonialism and racism.

The nascent American civilization will inevitably experience countless hardships and hardships, countless illnesses and sacrifices, before it can forge itself into shape. Just like the Celestial Dynasty on the other side of the ocean, it has condensed a unified national consciousness, as well as the national characteristics of tenacity and industriousness, so as to truly stand in the forest of nations in the world.

As long as there is population and land, there is hope for the future. As long as there is an uninterrupted inheritance, there will be a day of national unity.

Shulot hopes that he can become the leader of Mesoamerican civilization and protect civilization through the most dangerous moments. Let it not die in the bud of new life when it is young, do not shave its hair and bend its knees, and do not be stripped of its spiritual backbone by missionaries, and lose the cultural self-confidence of its native nation forever.

This land is his new home. He wants to watch the nation and civilization grow vigorously, grow into a straight tree, bloom with splendid flowers, and condense prosperous fruits!

The young man was slightly yearning, and then smiled bitterly in his heart. Gilliam's psychedelic drugs had side effects yesterday, causing him to be distracted and unable to concentrate.

Sherlot went back to the house, briefly ate a breakfast of tortillas and black bean puree, and discussed with Bertard the plan for the next march. Then he looked at the sky and estimated that everyone had already eaten breakfast. The young man put on a leather armor, a beast helmet that covered his face, and a priest's robe, and he solemnly gathered the generals.

The first to arrive was Kuluka, who was a civilian. Wearing a simple shirt, he walked into the room with a slight bow, his smart eyes swept over the hood of Sherlot and the standing Bertard, and then bowed his head respectfully.

"Benevolent priest commander, may your martial luck always be there!"

Shilot nodded slightly, motioning for Kuluka to sit next to him, and the ape warrior carefully sat down with his legs crossed. It seems that after some beatings from Avit, Kuluka has indeed been submissive a lot. But getting the nimble civilian commander to really take his heart won't happen overnight.

The young man was not sure about the upper limit of the talent of this civilian commander, but he was sure that he was very smart, his wrists were flexible enough, and his mathematics was good enough to handle complex military and political affairs. The teenager has high expectations for Kuluka, but his trust is not enough.

Shilot determined that under normal circumstances, he could command the civilian commander. But if there is a real disadvantage...well, try to avoid that for now. When he returned to the capital, he had to recruit Kuluka's son into the army in the name of teaching writing.

The next person to arrive was Barda, who came from a small noble family. This warrior is relatively straightforward. He specially wears a gorgeous shirt, with three points of obedience and seven points of reluctance on his face, to obey the former little war priest.

Sherlot smiled slightly, got up in person, took Balda's hand cordially, and arranged to sit beside him. Kuluka lowered his head slightly to cover his expression, and his eyes moved on Barda.

Barda was slightly surprised, and finally a smile appeared on his face. He bowed his head and saluted.

"Priest Commander of Shilot, may the **** of war bless us!"

"May the **** of war be with us!" Sherlot responded with a smile.

In the judgment of the boy, Barda's mind is relatively simple, and he is a traditional samurai. He has a sense of honor as a samurai, and enough loyalty after surrendering. According to the situation of the initial battle, he is a brave general, and there is no problem in commanding an army of 3,000 people. As for more abilities, it depends on his future performance.

Then came the civilian quartermaster Bergere. The tall and thin quartermaster looked pale, and it seemed that the days he had been in custody had not been very good. He also wears a modest robe that even has patches on it. As soon as he entered the door, he knelt down on one knee and saluted Seriously.

"Dear Priest, thank you for your help. In the name of the patron saint, I am willing to serve you!"

Sherlot returned the salute solemnly and motioned for Bergeret to sit down. The quartermaster maintained a rigorous attitude and sat squarely. The young man valued his seriousness and self-discipline, and specially took him out of the captivity of the camp, and planned to let him manage the expenditure of military rations.

The boy had asked the samurai chief to prepare a basket of storable food, a bag of daily necessities, a few general-purpose cotton cloths, and two sets of exquisite clothes. After the military conference is over, give these to Quartermaster Bergere and take them back to improve their lives.

The last person to arrive was the teacher Olosh, who was from a noble family. The jaguar warriors, fully armed, strode in. He bowed his head to Shiloh with a serious face, and made a serious etiquette.

"Respected commander, may the **** of war be with us!"

Shulot also returned the salute solemnly, and then waved his greetings. Oloshi sat cross-legged opposite the boy without hesitation. Olosh had already agreed with him last night that today the young man must maintain the majesty of the commander.

In the young man's mind, the 3,200 Teotihuacan warriors led by Orosh are his true core pro-military, able to fight for him until the very end!

The warrior leader Bertard, the monkey Kuluka, the minor noble Barda, the quartermaster Bergere, and the guest general Olosh, these are the first team in his army. Shirot sighed in his heart, his face calm and serious.

The military meeting was carried out quickly and efficiently, and Shulot had a plan in his heart, so he gave orders one by one at this time. Orosh led three thousand city-state warriors and two hundred jaguar warriors as the first regiment of his own central army, acting together with his own command flag, as the core force of the regiment.

Bertard led the original three thousand directly under the samurai as the second regiment of the rear army. These three thousand warriors have experienced the battle to besiege Tissok and Totec in the south, and their loyalty is obviously higher, and now they are just resting as the rear army. Among them, 500 were divided and handed over to the quartermaster Bergere, who led 5,000 militiamen to **** food and grass, and stationed in the camps along the way. Hearing the appointment, Burgerley's thin face flushed slightly, with undisguised excitement and joy.

The 4,000 soldiers directly under the Hirotepec camp served as the third regiment of the former army. These warriors are well-positioned to act as vanguards.

Among them, give Kuluka 3,000, and attack the third mountain camp in front first. Abandoned during the all-out battle of Tisok, it is now occupied by several hundred Otomi guerrillas. Barda led the last thousand people and was ready to contact Kassar who was trapped in the first camp.

After contacting Kassar and asking him to surrender, the army under Kassar will be handed over to Barda to lead. As for Casal himself... Shilot thought for a while, and he definitely couldn't command this senior commander. UU reading www.uukanshu.com should leave it to Avit to deal with it.

In addition to the 10,200 samurai warriors, there are also 500 followers and private soldiers and 150 longbow samurai in the hands of Shulot. This is the commander's guard, temporarily led by himself. Thousands of troops are easy to get, but one general is hard to find. And how difficult it is to find a completely loyal Guard Captain!

Shulot sighed slightly. He remembered the young warrior who died for him during the Otomi attack, Cusola. This is an excellent captain of the guard.

Continuing to recall, the young man remembered the simple warrior Ters who accompanied him when he captured the prisoner for the first time, so he asked Orosh for it, put him in the ranks of his followers, and observed for a while. Finally, the boy instructed Bertard to carefully select from his followers and recommend a trustworthy candidate for the captain of the Guard.

After the military meeting was over, the commanders dispersed and mobilized the warriors under their command. The young man personally held the quartermaster Bergere's hand and handed him the prepared costumes and gifts. Bergere was slightly stunned before he bowed to accept these gifts, then got down on his knees earnestly, performed the etiquette of allegiance, and turned away excitedly.

Looking at the departing generals, the young man took off his helmet and finally revealed his handsome and determined face. The young man pondered the reactions of the generals, he was learning how to be a qualified commander, and he was growing steadily.

After half a day, the army was assembled, and the troops were assembled. When the noon sun shone down and illuminated the path of the mountains and forests, the eleven thousand warriors wore armor and shields, and headed west in turn, with surging murderous intent. The 5,000 militiamen were strenuously carrying 20,000 people's food for 20 days and slowly followed behind. In the future, food will continue to be delivered.

Under Avet's distant gaze, the Shulot Legion gradually disappeared into the dense forest. The king smiled slightly, and the young eagle will finally spread its wings and fly over the vast plateau!