Aztec Eternals

On the second day, the noon sun brightened the hills in the mountains, and the rustling autumn wind blew the leaves in the distance. The sky is high and the clouds are light, which is suitable for climbing members.

On the rare and empty mountain hills, the scouts of Mexica and Otomi looked around, and they could see the surrounding situation for several miles. The trees are far away and sparse, and there is no ambush at all. After confirming the safety of the location, surrounded by hundreds of elite warriors, the commanders of the two armies climbed the hill and officially met.

At this meeting, Shulot deliberately brought longbow guards and jaguar warriors with him. The former is to take the initiative, and if the negotiation does not go well, it will focus on the commander of the other side. The latter is to ensure that in the event of an ambush, they can break out of the siege.

Wearing two layers of leather armor, Shirot climbed the hill, and his pupils shrank immediately. At first glance, he saw that there were hundreds of elite warriors with Tlaxcala single bows and bronze arrows in the Otomi Guards facing him.

The commanders on both sides looked at each other for a moment, then smiled politely and awkwardly. In the chaotic world with endless wars, the warriors always put utilitarianism first in order to achieve their goals, and would not be bound by moral dogma.

Shulot took the shield that Bertard handed over, and, under the **** of a group of shield warriors, looked at Commander Otomi on the opposite side. Although they had fought each other long ago, this was the first time that Shulot had seen each other.

Giova is nearly forty years old, with a sturdy body and a strange appearance, like a coyote shaking his head, with a pair of narrow and sharp eyes. He was wearing thick leather armor, his steps were steady during his actions, his lower body swayed slightly, and he maintained a posture that he could exert force at any time. He was obviously an excellent warrior.

Seeing Shurot with a visor, Giova narrowed her eyes and laughed loudly:

"The commander-in-chief of the dignified Mexican legion actually covered his face, like a squirrel hiding in a hole, he dared not let the warriors see his face!"

Shulot ignored it. This kind of ridicule was mostly a deliberate temptation to grasp the opponent's psychology. He carefully looked at the opposite team, and unexpectedly found another acquaintance beside Giova, the roaring old marmot priest of Guamare city-state. The old priest looked a lot older, but he was still aggressive, dressed in black and white priest robes, and looked at the Mexican man opposite him fiercely.

Shilot looked around for a while, and there was only one priest in the opposite team, obviously with a special status. He guessed in his heart, and shouted loudly: "In the name of the sun **** Huizilopochtli! I, the commander of the Legion of Mexica, Shulot, representing the new king of the Mexica Union, Avit Sotl, and The day negotiates with the people of the **** of night, and negotiates peace talks!"

Giova also answered sternly: "In the name of the primordial **** Omet Otre! I, the commander of the Otomi Legion, Giova, represent the city-state of Ottopan, this is the Priest of Chaos Otl, On behalf of the city-states of Guamare, Palms and Hilotepec, negotiate with the people of the God of War and stop the war!"

The two sides recognized each other's part of the priesthood of the other's main god, but they did not agree with the other's sovereign position. This distance of belief means that the Mexicans and the Otomi people are actually in the same cultural circle, but have different mainstream cultures. The two legion commanders then saluted each other, and the hostile atmosphere eased.

The old priest Oort was also unusually quiet. He didn't roar on purpose and clearly had peaceful sincerity.

Shulot motioned for Giova to put forward conditions first, and Commander Coyote did not hesitate.

"The people of the God of War! You are facing a united and huge alliance of Otomi city-states! You cannot conquer the invincible city of Ottopan! Your new king killed the old king, and the kingdom is in civil war! You I can't stay in this land for long! Leave! The two sides have peace talks, withdraw from all our lands, and compensate 30,000 people for ten months of food! In the name of the original God, we will also return a thousand Mexica warriors who were captured! "

Shulotte nodded, then shook his head. He responded **** for tat.

"The people of the gods of day and night! Ottopan City has only three or four months of food, and is simply unable to fight for a long time! The Tarasco people are eyeing the south, and they will send troops to Ottopan City at any time! Chichimek dog breeds Invading the north, Guamare and Pams are powerless to support! You have run out of troops and food! The two sides have negotiated peace, with this mountain and forest as the boundary, and release each other's prisoners! In the name of the sun god, I promise peace for a generation!

"Damn Aztecs! Hand over the food and withdraw from our land! Otherwise, the 20,000 Otomi people here are ready to fight to the death with you!" Giova roared loudly.

"Then let's fight! Cowardly Otomi native dog! Even if 10,000 Mexican warriors here die in battle, more warriors will come next year and completely turn the Otomi land to ashes!" Sherlot threatened loudly without hesitation.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the bow and arrow warriors drew their bows and arrows, aiming at the commander of the other side. The melee warriors raised their sticks and shields, bowed slightly, and brought infinite killing intent.

The first brief exchange quickly stopped, and the two sides were silent for a while. It seems that each other has already inquired about the situation on the opposite side, but there is no room for fraud and threats. The old priest and Giova briefly exchanged a few words, and then spoke on behalf of the Otomi people.

"What do you want?" The old priest Oort's face was cold and his voice was cold.

"Hilotepec City." Shirott was straightforward.

"The city of Hilotepec is part of the alliance, and we can't give it up." The old priest Oort shook his head resolutely.

"But it's impossible for you to defend it across the forest." Sherlot looked into the eyes of the old priest.

The old priest was silent, and he glared at Shilot angrily. For a long time, his expression gradually disappeared, and finally he lowered his eyes and responded calmly.

"Ten months of food for 30,000 people."

Hearing this, Giova's face changed greatly, he strode excitedly, and wanted to say something to the old priest, but the old priest shook his head firmly.

"Giova, don't interfere in the later negotiations. I am responsible for today's negotiations! All the consequences are also borne by me!"

Giova's long and narrow eyes widened, and she silently stared at the old priest's aged face for a while, finally nodded, and silently bowed back.

"It's impossible! Even if you don't agree, we can surround the city of Hilotepec across the forest." Shulot shook his head affirmatively.

"Without this food, we would starve to death 30,000 militiamen this year, and even half of the warriors." The old priest said the truth calmly.

"I will let these 30,000 people die in the war with the Mexicans. How many casualties are you prepared to suffer, and how many people are you going to keep under the city of Hilotepec?"

"You can't spend 30,000 people in the war with us. Otherwise, once the Tarasco people go north, you can't stop them. Ottopan City has no defensive strength, it can't be kept!" calmly retorted.

"Without food, we would not be able to stop the Tarrascos heading north. When the Tarrascos capture Ottopan, they will become a threat to you Mexicans!" The old priest was already determined smirk.

Shulot was silent, everyone was telling the truth, and the truth could not be changed by words.

"Five months of food for 30,000 people, half of which is exchanged for luxury goods of the same value. This winter will not be too cold. Now we will replant a season of kidney beans and sweet potatoes. Five months will be enough to support you until harvest." promise to.

"If the Tarrascos attack you north, the Mexica navy will harass their food route."

A desolate, wry smile broke out on the old priest's face. "Yes! When will it be delivered? We are willing to pay double the price to buy more food! For more than a year, we have a total of 2,000 Mexica warriors captive, and we can hand them over to you now."

Shilot nodded solemnly, and the old priest really kept half of the prisoners as a bargaining chip.

"I'll give it to you in installments. We won't be able to take out too much food for a while. There will only be so much food in total! As for the prisoners, I have 900 Otomi warriors in my hands, and we can exchange them now."

"That's impossible!" The old priest shook his head and categorically refused. "Food for prisoners. We only want food! We don't want the warriors you captured! We can't afford it."

Shulot sighed. He pondered for a moment, then looked at the old priest again: "Then on another condition, how many warriors of Hilotepec are there in your army? I will exchange them with prisoners."

The old priest pondered for a moment, then nodded: "This is also a solution. There are a thousand warriors in the coalition in Hilotepec, and I will give them all to you, but in addition to the nine hundred prisoners, I want five of a thousand soldiers. Food for the month!"

"Okay! We'll exchange today!" Sherlot agreed directly.

To the Mexica Alliance, these thousand warriors of Hilotepec were very important, and they were the leading party who were ready to surrender. They were thrown out to join the coalition, and most of them must have been of petty noble or commoner origin. Then betrayed by the Otomi alliance, it is naturally easier to tend to the Mexicans, thus facilitating the assimilation of the alliance.

The two agreed with each other on the details of the food handover. After the negotiation is completed, the Otomi people will withdraw all the guerrillas, leaving only five hundred warriors and three thousand militiamen in the mountains and forests, responsible for carrying the food sent by the Mexicans. The two sides stopped fighting with the mountains and forests as the boundary.

The city of Ottopan will not harass the Mexicans besieging the city of Hilotepec. Grain is handed over in May, once a month. With 30,000 people a month's food, in exchange for 300 Mexican prisoners and half the value of gems, gold and silver, feathers or fine clothes, the last handover is expected to take place after the fall of the city of Hilotepec. The Otomi will hand over the last eight hundred captured warriors.

The old priest then repeatedly entangled, asking the Mexicas to provide rations for an additional 2,000 Mexica prisoners.

Shulot didn't care, and after receiving the promise from the old priest to treat the captives kindly, he nodded and agreed. He wanted to laugh a little, but felt the desolation of the bones. Famine, lack of food, death. The disappearance of these Otomi lives~www.readwn.com~ was the original plan of the Mexican army. Now, the result of the plan has come as scheduled, two generations of Otomi people are being ruthlessly erased, but the young man has no joy.

Negotiations started at noon and ended in the evening. The war that lasted for a year and a half finally ended, and the city of Hilotepec was completely abandoned in exchange for enough food for the city of Ottopan to hold on. At the end of the parting, Giova and Shilot looked at each other, but could not say a ceremonial blessing.

Sherlot then looked at the old groundhog priest Oort, and when he looked at the man's suddenly hunched back, he felt a different kind of emotion in his heart. He remembered the conversation under Guamare.

"Alt, even if the grass is full of grass, it's better to keep a sacred cocoa?" The boy took off his helmet and said an old saying.

Hearing the familiar words, Alter's eyes widened. He looked at the boy for a moment again, and finally recognized the coyote priest he had seen before.

"What exactly is green grass?" The young man looked at the old priest and his face that had lost his momentum.

"...Qingcao is a commoner, a warrior, a noble, a priest, and the city of Hilotepec...and me." After a moment of silence, Alter tilted his head slightly, staggered the boy's gaze, and answered faintly.

"Since that's the case, what exactly is Coco?" The young man thought for a while and continued to look into the eyes of the old priest.

"That's the hope for the continuation of the Otomi people." Alter replied.

This time, he looked into the boy's eyes calmly.

After looking at each other for a moment, the young man nodded solemnly. He bowed slightly, thanked the old priest for his answer, and turned to leave.

Armistice negotiations are over. Soon, the setting sun sank into the earth, and the world was dark. And hope is nurtured in the dark.

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