Aztec Eternals

On the plateaus of Central America, October is not a cold autumn, and there are no rustling maple leaves, only evergreen pines. The autumn wind gently brushed his cheeks, and the air was filled with the fragrance of fresh pine and cypress, as well as the faint scent of flowers.

Shilot stood on the hill and looked at the army formation that was handing over prisoners not far away. The news of the truce was like a warm sunshine, which brought relaxed smiles on the faces of the warriors on both sides. The Mexica warriors discussed plans to return home, while the militiamen breathed a sigh of relief. They will never again fight for their lives against the guerrilla Otomi in the mountains.

Under Bertard's command, nine hundred Ottopan prisoners and one thousand people's food for five months were sent to the opposite side in turn. Giova did not appear, and an unfamiliar Otomi officer had an unfamiliar expression, taking on this kind of errand destined to leave infamy. He didn't look at the released prisoners, just checked the amount of food carefully, and then waved his hand, and a thousand unarmed warriors in civilian clothes were escorted and handed over to the Mexicans.

Shulot carefully observed the commoner warriors of the city-state of Hilotepec. The faces of the commoner warriors were filled with disarmed daze at first, then the disbelief of being traded, and finally the anger and despair of being betrayed. So the boy nodded in satisfaction. These people will be handed over to Bertard, and then they will be recruited and given preferential treatment, becoming the first Otomi to submit to the Alliance.

Beside Shilot, Kuluka the "Monkey" looked at the back of the samurai commander with admiration. These Otomis would obviously be reused by the Alliance as the basis for the future rule of the city-state of Hilotepec in Mexico. Now that Bertard can govern them and exert influence over these people, it means that he has the qualifications to become the lord of a state.

The young man didn't look any further. He sniffed the flowers in the air and wandered among the green pine forests, looking for the source of the fragrance. After a long time, he stopped in front of an unusually tall giant tree, the comfortable fragrance wafted in the wind, accompanied by the faint faint hawk cry.

This is a majestic Mexican cedar, standing beside the stream in vicissitudes of life. Its height is 50 meters, and its diameter at breast height is nearly 4 meters. The straight trunks extend endlessly upwards, as if protruding above the clouds, while the tree-filled cedar leaves hang down like the sacred green feathers of the Feathered Serpent. Among the beautifully swaying fallen feathers, there are light green and whitish flower balls, which nurture the seeds that will mature in the coming year, exuding pleasant freshness.

Shuluo nodded, this is the source of the aroma. This giant tree stands quietly in the mountains and forests, listening to the melody of the stream, and has spent a long time of a thousand years, growing into the fairy from the myth, the sleeping ancient forest.

"What a majestic yew!" The boy sighed at the beauty of the giant tree.

"Priest Commander, this is Avivit, the drum standing upright in the water, and the old man in the water, a symbol of authority! Since the death of the great Montezuma, we have also called it Montezuma ber, because this tree has a natural spirit. "

I don't know when, "Monkey" Kuluka has come to the boy's side, explaining with a smile on his face.

"Avivit? Divine Soul?" The young man was stunned for a moment, then nodded. Avitsotel means "the spirit of the pine tree in the water", and Avivit is naturally "the pine and cypress in the water".

"Exactly! In the myths of the southern Mistec and Zapotec people, they have the same noble ancestor, the tree soul of Avivit.

They call themselves the people of the cloud, who come from the cloud and fall with the rain. If you merge into the towering Avivit, you will become the noblest priest, if you merge into the mighty jaguar, you will become a noble warrior. If you merge into the ordinary soil, you will become an ordinary commoner. If you fall into a cave, you will become... ."

Kuluka suddenly stopped and got stuck.

"Become the lowest slave?" The boy asked subconsciously.

"No, then they will turn into spirits of animals and people, wearing horns that cover their faces, and become Kamazoz, the vampire bat that spreads death!" Kuluka thought hard before putting one The image of Batman is drawn.

Shulot was stunned, and then smiled amusedly. "Death Bat" Kamazoz is the origin of the image of the later superhero "Batman".

Shirot smiled slightly and patted Kuluka on the shoulder. "Monkey" is indeed smart and knows a lot. Kuluka smiled at the boy's joy. Then, the boy's ears moved.

"Monkey, did you hear any noise? Is it an eagle calling?" The boy raised his head and looked at the top of the tall tree, where the leaves were like falling feathers, blocking all prying eyes.

Kuluka turned his head to the side, blinking his eyes. Immediately, he seemed to have discovered something, and threw the weapon behind him, holding the huge Avivit tree in both hands, like an agile ape, dashing up quickly and disappearing into the graceful falling feathers.

After a short while, Kuluka poked his head from the top of the tree that was 40 to 50 meters high. He crossed the trunk with his legs, held the branch with his left hand, and held something in his right hand. He tilted his head upside down, and shouted to the young man below in surprise: "Sir, there is a golden eagle cub here!"

Next, "Monkey" turned his body slightly, carefully protected his right hand, and adjusted his upper body posture. Then he released his left hand and his legs alternately, and just like this, he slid down from the top of the 50-meter-high tree.

The boy opened his eyes wide, watching the magic weapon of Kuluka descend from the sky. Then all his attention was drawn to the little creature in his hands.

This is indeed a golden eagle cub. It has pure and innocent eyes, pink and white short pecks, white and soft young feathers, and slightly brown wings. This sky lord, who can only live for thirty years, is in its youngest infancy.

"My lord, this golden eagle cub hasn't even grown into a first feather. It's only three months old at most." Kuluka grinned and handed the golden eagle cub to the boy.

Shilot reached out his hand subconsciously and gently took the little golden eagle that was only the size of a palm. This little creature glanced at the boy with pure black eyes, and then gently rubbed the boy's palm with its small head, soft like a ball of cotton. Then, it let out a few weak eagle calls, and lay weakly on the boy's palm.

"It seems to be very hungry." The young man gently touched the little golden eagle's belly, which was soft and flat, as if it was indeed hungry.

"It looks like he hasn't eaten in days. Maybe something happened to his parents, maybe he was caught and eaten by the Otomi people."

Kuluka responded casually, rummaging in his hands to salute, and finally found a dried venison strip. The boy dipped in some water and carefully fed it to the little golden eagle. It just pecked with its short beak, and nibbled at the jerky hard and anxiously, but it kept biting completely.

The young man smiled lightly, took the meat strip out of its peck, and watched it flap its soft wings anxiously. Then he took the freshly cut pieces of meat from Kuluka and fed it to the little golden eagle bit by bit. Unconsciously, the corner of his mouth showed a happy smile that he hadn't seen in a long time.

Looking at Shirlot's smile, Kuluka also grinned, like a proud horse monkey.

After feeding the meat strips and water, the little golden eagle made a crisp tweet again, but it was obviously much louder. Then, its head tilted its head, and after rubbing against the boy's palm for a while, it folded its wings on its stomach and fell asleep comfortably.

The young man happily looked at the sleeping little golden eagle, and then looked at the towering divine tree in front of him, the corner of his mouth curved into a happy arc:

"Since I found you on the Avivit tree, I'll call you Avivit from now on!"

The appearance of little Avivit brought great joy to Shulot. During this period of battle, the **** deaths he witnessed accumulated in the young man's heart one by one, continuously depicting the destruction of life. And little Avivit is like a hope bred in the dark, like a pure light, dispelling the depression of the young warrior's heart.

Afterwards, Shilot carefully used cotton cloth and feathers to make a warm nest for little Avivit, then put the eagle's nest in a wooden box, carried it behind him, and took good care of it.

In this way, during the day, Shulot is the commander in the face, solemn and majestic, leading the army, deterring the rebellious generals, and comforting the surrendered Otomi people. At night, Shulot was a thirteen-year-old boy, relaxed and happy, with a sincere smile, teasing the little white Avivit and stroking its soft feathers. Darkness and light, thus balancing day and night.

Twelve thousand Mexica warriors marched out one after another. The army went all the way east, left the hungry Otomi people, abandoned the mountain camps along the way, and headed for the Hirotepec camp. Ten days later, the army finally reached the fourth camp. The young man reminisced for a moment on the former battlefield, and then he looked serious and invited the poet and warrior Balamo.

"Balamo, how are you doing in the logistics camp these days?"

I haven't seen each other for two weeks, and Balamo is no longer as thin and handsome as when we first met. His beard is unshaven, his hair is not combed, and his face is obviously fatter. The only thing that didn't change was the elegant melancholy in his eyes.

"Sir Priest, the logistics camp is very good and the food is good, but it's just too busy. Every day I have to count a lot of materials, calculate the consumption and supply, and record them on the wooden board. The flowers in my heart have completely withered. Yes." Balamo sighed and answered respectfully and honestly.

For the first time leading the army, Shulot did not overly modify the customary regulations in the army, but only increased the management of logistics. The tasks of logistics officers have suddenly increased. They must accurately record daily supplies, strictly formulate food consumption plans, and maximize the efficiency of transportation.

Under the heavy workload, Balamo was as busy as a spinning top and didn't even have time to take care of himself.

Looking at the respectful Balamo, Shiloh expressed satisfaction. It seemed that the polishing effect was good, and he could add more burdens.

"Baramo, I'll give you one thousand warriors and three thousand militiamen. The camp will be handed over to you later! For the next five months, thirty-four thousand people will be sent monthly food for one month. You It needs to be traded with the army of the city-state of Ottopan once a month, and the captured Mexica warriors have half the value of luxury goods in exchange for food.

You must be careful and defend yourself! Regular contact with the regiments of the Hirotpe camp. Also, do the accounting when you trade! I will hand it over to Quartermaster Bergere for verification. If there is more, I will hand over it, and if there is less, I will make up for it myself! "

Because of the arrival of little Avivit, Shulot has been in a good mood recently, and he made a rare joke.

"Yes! Follow you, my priest-commander!" The light-hearted joke reached Balamo's ears, which turned into a mountain of pressure, and also brought inspiration to romantic poets. Baramo turned melancholy and left, chanting in a low voice.

"I hold up my heavy heart, solemnly. The sorrows buried in my heart are piled up in mountains and dark. I am waiting, waiting for a breeze to blow the ashes anew. Ah, that is my free love! "

Not far away, Shirot smiled softly. It seems that the burden is not enough.

The legion stopped for a short time, and then continued to set off. Three days later, when Shilott saw the city of Hilotepec again, the city-state of Otomi, which had surrendered first and then rebelled, had been completely besieged. The city-state was blocked by camps on all sides, water, food, salt, and timber supplies were completely cut off. Thousands of Mexica warriors were stationed and patrolled between the camps, and not even a hare could pass through the tight defense.

Shirot was a little surprised, it seemed that more than 40,000 Mexica warriors had gathered here. After more than 20 days of back and forth, Avit has not yet gone south?

The boy thought for a moment, and then handed over the legion to Bertard to arrange. Later, under the protection of the guards, the young man hurried to the river camp with the wooden box of the eagle's nest on his back. He saw the huge fleet of boats gathered by the river, and the grain-carrying ships that were constantly coming and going. It seemed that the food supply had been restored again. already?

With a stomach full of puzzlement, Shilot went straight to the king's tent in the middle of the camp. The camp was solemn, but there was an indescribably strange atmosphere. The young man observed all the way, the warriors seemed to have good morale, but the big nobles who occasionally met had flashing eyes, and there were also city-state leaders who had the same wandering eyes.

This kind of atmosphere is not at all like the hearts of the people in the banquet after Tisok's death, but it is like the mountains and the rain are coming.

Before reaching the king's tent, Shulot opened it, but there was no one inside. Even the bonfire was already cold, maybe it wasn't lit today. Then he continued to find the wooden house where he lived and finally found Avit.

Avit did not wear the majestic king's clothes, but just a loose white robe, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is extraordinarily young. He leaned against the wooden wall behind him, holding the board of words that Shilot had written in his spare time, and looked at it carefully.

Xiulote became anxious, grabbed the wooden board in his friend's hand, and glanced at the Chinese characters on it. The first line began with "King Wu defeats Zhou", followed by "Duke Zhou's government". The next line is the random connection of teenagers, "Zhou Gong spit feeding, the world returns to the heart" in the short song line.

Avet raised his head and looked at the boy gently, with a sad smile on his face: "Shirot, you're back? How is this Otomi negotiation?"

But Shiloh didn't talk to him, he just asked eagerly: "Avit, why are you still here? Why don't you hurry south to the capital and succeed the king?"

Avit smiled bitterly, he spread his hands and shook his head helplessly: "What can I do? I received information two weeks ago, that old guy in Kechar actually invited the great Siva Kovatel to protect the fourth generation of ink. The towering sacred tree of the eagles of Sica, the ancestor who has been in hiding for many years, the immortal sun of the Mexicans, my eighty-five-year-old great-uncle, Terraca Eller!"

"What! The immortal sun Tlaka Eller is still alive?!" The young man was so shocked that he sighed in his heart.

Perhaps in this world, there is a real destiny, and all things are vaguely opposite each other. Then, Traka Eller is the sacred tree by the river, standing quietly in the past of the empire. Compared with him, Shirott and Avit are under the protection of the divine tree, the newly born young eagle, the little white Avivit.

The two were silent for a while. In the wooden box behind the teenager, little Avivit was just woken up by the sound of exclamation. It stuck its head out, looked at the two of them, and let out a clear cry. At this time, its wings were not full, and its heart wanted to fly.

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