Aztec Eternals

The fire gradually ignited in the majestic capital, and the night wind brought distant sounds. There are all kinds of boiling cries and hoarse howls everywhere, as if the end is coming.

"Look south!"

Chivaco stopped. Standing on the high stone steps outside the palace, he looked at the southern city lit up red by the torches. A dark green torrent is surging, with no end in sight and unstoppable, it will drown everything along the way.

Puap heard the reputation and watched the torrent continue to fork and extend, and the front end reached the palace and temple area, revealing a sturdy Mexica warrior in leather armor. He sighed in surprise.

"God! So many! They are all warriors!"

Chivaco nodded solemnly.

"There are too many warriors in the south! When the army enters the city, they are like a group of hungry and red-eyed wild wolves, ready to hunt. If we go to the south, wearing the leather armor of the kingdom, we will bump into warriors who don't know where. I am afraid that before I can take out the jade talisman and explain it, I will be torn into pieces by the wolves and go east! We must leave the city as soon as possible to meet His Majesty the Mexica!"

Hearing this, Puap lowered his head and looked at the leather armor on his body. At this moment, the hummingbird's family pattern is so dazzling. He gritted his teeth, shook his head, and asked in a deep voice.

"Throw away this leather armor?"

"No, tonight, with one more layer of leather armor, one more life. Stupid wood, bring the clothes I prepared, and everyone will put on a layer of robes."

Hearing the old uncle's order, Weitz took out a cloth bag and opened it. Inside were more than a dozen black robes in the style of civilians. Puap's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at the well-prepared Chivako, who always had a smile on his face. Soon, everyone put on the black robes, as if blending into the shadow of the night, becoming less noticeable.

"Walk!"

More than a dozen people carried bamboo baskets and trophies on their backs, and hurried away. The majestic Palace of Winds is still full of lights, but the sound of fierce fighting is gradually extinguished in the wind. Then, an angry shout suddenly exploded, like the roar of a heroic spirit, echoing around the palace!

"Ah! Who is it? Stolen my Heilang's exploits!"

Chivaco looked back with a grin on his face. The front of the palace, hundreds of steps away, was already drenched in blood. Hundreds of warriors lay in disarray, lying down on the icy stone steps, turning into the same icy corpses. The brightly colored hummingbirds landed on the damaged leather armor, reflecting the night lights of tall buildings, like a beautiful picture scroll.

The old militiaman's eyes sparkled, and he paused for a moment. He turned his head, glanced at Puap lightly, then took out a pea silently, and quietly threw it into the wind.

"The chief warriors are all here."

"Old Qi, what did you say?"

"I said, hurry up, the Mexica warrior is going to the temple!"

Puap looked up and saw that Yakata, the "House of Winds" tens of meters high, stood in the center of the capital, and the raging holy flame was lit on the towering top! The priests of the three gods were smoking the sacred smoke, dancing frantically and obsessively around the nightless holy fire, and yellow powder drifted away from time to time. The priest's singing came from afar, shrill like a dying night owl. Soon, unwilling howls scattered into the wind, mixed with the last desperate prayer. And amidst the prayers, there were fanatical shouts from the Mexica people!

"Kill the three gods! The main god is supreme! The warrior of the glory of the gods!"

The black shadow of the pyramid is majestic and vast. In the projected shadows, thousands of Mexica legions surrounded the House of Winds. The shining battle sticks brandished and fought, rushing to the top layer by layer; the howling rain of arrows went up, knocking down the guards of the temple.

There are only a few hundred warriors in the temple, and they don't have a powerful longbow in their hands. They threw javelin stones in vain, and their numbers dwindled rapidly in the fighting. Soon, the Mexica Legion is rushing to the top!

"The three gods are calling us! The stone of the dead opens the door of the moon god! The blue fire is the road to the kingdom of God!"

The leading old priest uttered a final cry! Then, he threw the torch in his hand on the ground of the temple. The blue flames immediately rose like a tide, and the poisonous smoke spread to all directions, drowning all the priests and swallowing the nearest Mexica warriors in the blink of an eye. Thousands of catties of stones of the dead burned at this moment, bringing everything in the temple into another world of ashes!

"Ah this! The three gods are dead?. The main god is supreme"

Seeing this scene, Puapu shuddered deeply, and hurriedly turned around and followed Chivako to escape. Faith and loyalty completely disintegrated that night, and his heart collapsed into nothingness. The gray-soil warrior half closed his eyes, and was in a trance like this for an unknown amount of time, when the sound of killing rang out in his ears again. He opened his eyes again, only to realize that he had reached the noble district.

Chivaco hid in the garden with his brothers, carefully watching the movement ahead. A large number of Mexica legions waved their weapons and surrounded a gorgeous mansion. These pious warriors shout the slogan of the gods and wear the amulet of the hummingbird sun around their necks. They swung their weapons mercilessly, killed the stubborn guards, and beheaded the nobles in front of them. Many of the samurai were still wearing Otomi costumes!

The nobles first resisted fiercely, cursed loudly, then dropped their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy. The Otomi warriors did not change their faces, and ruthlessly carried out the commander's order. Soon, the gorgeous mansion was filled with gorgeous corpses,

Boxes of gold, silver and cloth were looted. Then came a large group of young female relatives, tied into a string by the warriors with ropes.

In this age of natural rank, wealth was concentrated entirely in the hands of hereditary nobles. The aristocrats lived extravagant lives beyond imagination. The warriors consumed a lot, and the civilians were poor, with basically no savings.

At the end of the battle, the Mexica warriors in the brigade chanted the name of the god and went to the next mansion. Chihuaco also led his brothers, and continued to move forward carefully, and soon arrived at the artisan area.

There are not many Mexica warriors here, and there is no division of troops to loot. The warriors of the brigade gathered in the huge artisan center, detained and protected the artisans inside, the number of them exceeded a thousand. Occasionally, scattered samurai squads rushed here with red eyes, and then were ordered by the leading commander to drive back to the noble area.

Pu'apu looked at the location of his family from afar, then stepped forward in silence. He patted the old militiaman on the shoulder and motioned for him to lead the way. A group of people walked along the path, bypassed the craftsmanship center, and returned to the vast civilian area.

The civilian area in the south city has gradually calmed down, but the fighting is still going on here in the east city. A large number of Tarasco militiamen scattered on the street, followed by chasing and slashing Mexica warriors. From time to time, some people dropped their weapons and surrendered. A large group of Tecos barbarians rushed out of the trapped courtyard, like hyenas out of cages, roaring and looting the nearest house. They snatched almost everything, pancakes, jerky, cloth, cocoa, and even exquisite clay pots, and then put on a fire. The flames were blazing, thick smoke drifted away, and the terrified Tarasco civilians fled from the houses. They are like hares running around, full of panic when the cave collapses, avoiding all natural enemies with weapons.

The burning flame quickly attracted the attention of the Mexica Legion. A large number of samurai rushed over, easily cutting down the large and small tribal people. Afterwards, they shouted again, following His Highness's instructions, trying to put out the flames or isolate the fire.

With a fierce expression on his face, Chihuaco stabbed his spear, killing two Tekos savages who were running towards him. Then, he looked worriedly at Huinan City, but he couldn't tell where the fire was. Pushing the prince on his shoulders, Puap urged in a low voice.

"Old Qi, go this way. The East City Gate is almost here! I hope there are still defenders standing by to send us down the city wall!"

As he spoke, he touched the two jade talismans of different shapes in his bosom, making preparations with both hands.

The old militiamen pursed their lips and silently led the brothers forward. The group of people had just turned around the street when they saw the dense lights of the East City Gate and bumped into a group of Mexica warriors marching rapidly.

Weasel Patriarch Kozat was startled and stopped. He pulled out the weapon on his waist and looked at the group of people who suddenly appeared. His gaze paused on more than a dozen spears, and then swept over the civilian-style black robe.

"Hey, a dozen or so disbanded militiamen? Come here, kill them all!"

Cozat raised his hand coldly, and dozens of warriors drew out their weapons and spread out to surround them.

Pu Apu took out His Highness's jade talisman and was about to speak. The old militiaman waved his hand quietly. He took a step forward, took out the joint wooden sign, bowed and smiled.

"Master, we, the internal agents of the alliance! Obedient, good people!"

Hearing the half-familiar Mexica, Cozart cautiously tilted his head, and a personal guard stepped forward to take the wooden sign. The personal guard flipped through it for a while, looked at the picture of the hunter on it, and turned around respectfully to report back.

"Patriarch, it is indeed the wooden plaque of the Northern Legion, which belongs to the scout vanguard. It should be the internal response of the city."

Hearing this, Cozart relaxed a little. He observed the attire of this group of insiders, and asked suspiciously.

"The army has already entered the city. Since you are an internal response, what are you doing here?"

"We're going out of town to report back with the latest information."

Puap answered cautiously.

Cozart's eyes flickered, and his eyes slowly swept across the bamboo baskets of this group of people, seeing the faintly revealed belongings. Then, his eyes paused, and with a keen sense of smell like a weasel, he accurately fixed on the child on Puap's shoulder. The owner of the weasel sniffed his nose lightly, and stepped forward with a dozen personal guards.

"You, don't move! Who is he?"

Cozart narrowed his eyes and held up the torch in his left hand. He looked at the child's arms and neck. The pale complexion and delicate skin contrasted with the gray and rough warrior, making it particularly eye-catching. A sneer appeared on Cozat's face, and he tightened his right hand stick.

Feeling the fierce killing intent, Pu'apu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he also reached for his weapon.

"Ah, my lord, here is the prince! Captured and dedicated to the great alliance. You, noble commander, yours, dedicated to you! . We, only, loot."

Seeing this scene, the old militiaman quickly bowed and stepped forward with a smile on his face. He tugged Puap's arm, and forcefully lifted the quiet Prince Shatini down and put him on the ground. Then, the old militiamen waved their hands, pulled Puap with angry eyes, and carefully led the militiamen back.

"Oh? Prince? Prince of Tarasco!"

Hearing this, Cozart's eyes lit up. He leaned over to check, looked at the prince's white teeth, looked at the prince's small hands without calluses, and finally looked at the eagle pattern on the other's neck, and finally his face was full of ecstasy!

"Ah, really the prince of Tarasco?! A noble and sacred sacrifice! The alliance's first-class military exploits!"

Hearing this sentence, all the cronies around were also happy, showing relaxation in their expressions.

"Well, the prince's military exploits!"

The weasel's eyes became more greedy, and there was a hidden killing intent in the greed. He raised his head and saw that the insiders were retreating quietly, so he shouted sharply.

"Stop! Put down the belongings in the bamboo basket! Otherwise, I will catch you and kill you all!"

"Damn it! This is what I took the risk, tried my best, and killed ..., in exchange for it!"

Puap finally couldn't bear it anymore, and roared angrily.

"Let it go, let it all go! Master, let it go!"

The old militiaman shouted hurriedly. He raised his hand and personally helped Puap unload the bamboo basket, then gestured to the surrounding militiamen with his eyes.

"Throw it out! Throw it!"

Seeing the joy on the face of the opposing commander, Chivako suddenly roared and threw Puap's bamboo basket at Kozat. The owner of the weasel moved quickly, and immediately dodged to dodge. Although the other old brothers were reluctant to give up, they threw the bamboo basket without hesitation.

"Boom! Ding Dong!" The bamboo basket fell to the ground, making a crisp crashing sound. Large pieces of gold, silver and jade were scattered all over the ground, shining brightly, and tinkling like a tempting spring.

"escape!"

Chivaco yelled sharply, turned and ran. Puapu glanced at it reluctantly, and fled with the militiamen. But in just a short moment, all the trophies of the group were the feathered bamboo baskets on the back of the old militiamen.

"Patriarch, do you want to go after him?"

There was a twinkle in the weasel's eyes. He looked at the dozen or so militiamen who were running away quickly, and then at the scattered property. After hesitating for a few moments, he still shook his head.

"Heh! They're smart, let's spare their lives today!"

Afterwards, Cozart no longer concealed the greed in his eyes. He waved his hand and scolded sharply.

"Hurry up! Collect all the belongings on the ground for me, don't hide them privately! Master, I am not a stingy person! Divide them into ten shares for me, two for your majesty, one for the head of the regiment, and one for your majesty." , and one more, all for you!"

There was a murmur of cheers from the cronies. This distribution ratio has always been the old rule of the noble private army. The weasel has a clear conscience and is content with his generosity. What, you ask about the remaining five? Of course it all belongs to the master!

"I didn't expect that guarding the city gate would give me such a reward. What a generosity of the Lord God! Haha!"

Cozat showed a satisfied smile and walked towards the prince who had woken up. There was light in his eyes, as if seeing a rare treasure.

"Son, don't pretend to be asleep, who can you hide from?! Come on, tell me your last name!"

The night wind blows, and the young Shatigny opens his eyes. He looked at the large group of Mexica warriors who surrounded him, trembling all over, but still with a stubborn expression, staring at the approaching weasel

"Old Qi, you ran so far in one breath! Where are you going? Are we leaving the city?"

"My lord, the east gate is blocked, and the west gate must be like this. It seems that this group of Mexica people is not with Captain Mexica. It was too dangerous just now! Let's go around to the civilian area in the south to hide, and then Pick up my daughter, and the families of the brothers!"

Chivako glanced at the dozen or so brothers who had been following him all the time, then stopped slowly, and shouted to the crowd in a low voice. Then, he touched the feathered bamboo basket behind him and encouraged him with a smile.

"The most important things are here! As long as you see His Highness Mexica, everyone will have a share!"

A group of people gathered again in a panic, and sneaked forward. Along the way, the situation in Nancheng has gradually stabilized, and from time to time, they will encounter spears blocking the streets.

Chivaco observed patiently for a long time, but could not tell whether they were warriors or militiamen. These soldiers with rattan hats and long spears pay attention to cooperation, their movements are rigid, but their discipline is quite strict. They used teams of a hundred people as units to control key intersections, extinguish the burning fire sources, and assassinate the routs that caused chaos. In the crowded place, some spearmen came out again, using the unusually proficient Prepecha language to appease the panicked civilians in the capital.

Chihuaco hid in the dark, watching the silent and simple faces of these soldiers, as well as the familiar dull expressions. He didn't see the warlike and bloodthirsty marks of the Mexica elite warriors, but felt a kind of local atmosphere.

"Hey, is this the accent from the south of the capital? Are there other internal agents in the alliance?"

Puap listened attentively, and then looked puzzled.

"Old Qi, the road ahead is blocked, what should I do?"

"Go, take a gamble! This group of people seems to be reliable!"

Chivaco gritted his teeth hard. He dropped the spear he had been holding on for a while, then raised the wooden sign in his hand, and pulled Puap forward.

"The lord god bless you, my own people!"

The shouts spread far away, and hundreds of militiamen with spears looked at them at the same time. A young captain blew his whistle, and the militiamen silently raised their bronze spears and approached from all sides!

Some things continued to be added yesterday. ^_^