Aztec Eternals

The strong wind carries the chill of the end of December, and there is a kind of loneliness and chill unique to autumn and winter.

In the tropical northern Mexico, there is no cruel white snow to cover up, only the golden stalks of beans in the fields in the harvest season again.

The end of the year has come, and in a blink of an eye it is already a bad day.

Perhaps it was the pressure of food, the two side divisions quickly assembled, and then brought more than a month's food and grass.

The 20,000 troops headed north for two days, and then they split into the northwest and the north. There were 30,000 warriors, nearly 20,000 militiamen, and the holy and ruthless King Tisok sitting under the city of Ottopan.

Cassar stayed in the royal camp, leading a thousand jaguar regiments and five hundred guards, ready to fight. King Tisok expected the city-state of Ottopan to seize the opportunity, go out of the city and break through the siege, and then welcome this "surprise".

Totek led 8,000 directly subordinate warriors and 2,000 directly subordinate village militiamen, without stopping all the way, heading straight for Guamare in the northwest.

He had a wooden map, and whenever the scouts found an Otomi village, he would draw a circle on that location with bright red dye.

Shulot didn't want to participate in this expedition. He wanted to stay in the camp and quietly teach his followers Chinese characters. Avit smiled, grabbed his arm firmly, and dragged him out of the hut.

He could only leave one sentence: "You must study hard!" He was ruthlessly dragged away.

Berthard chose sixty excellent followers and warriors to follow Shulot. Since Shulot created the "Giant Beast" trebuchet, there have been low-level warriors joining him one after another, and now there are more than 300 warrior followers.

Fortunately, the king has no intention of paying attention to such trivial matters now.

In order to maintain these followers, Shulot could only go to his father for alms from time to time, Xiu Suoke also agreed with a face of relief, and sent some Holy City warriors to serve as the backbone.

Marching for half a month, there are rolling mountains and hills along the way. At the beginning, there were dense forests, but the further north, the forests became less and the mountains gradually slowed down.

Shulot could clearly see the hills and fields, as well as the faint smoke from cooking in the fields, and the barren mountain village at the end.

Half a month later, the legion finally arrived at the city of Guamare. At this time, Totek's wooden board was full of bright red marks.

Guamare City is a typical flat mountain city, built on a hill, the bottom of the city wall is more than ten meters above the ground. Xiu Luote estimated that the area of ​​the city is about four square kilometers, and the height of the city wall is about four meters. The low hills still effectively strengthened the defense of the city, and also halved the effect of the human catapult.

"Mountains, forests, mountain cities, and flat mountain cities. It seems that although the Otomi people are weak, they are not good targets for conquest." Shulot looked at the city-state in front of him and thought. "If a war of territorial conquest is to be launched, who should the empire attack first?"

Soon, figures flickered on the walls of Guamare. Avit said that, excluding the support for Ottopan, there are now about 5,000 warriors and 20,000 militiamen in the city. The numbers on paper are enough to fight the Mexica warriors.

The Mexica Legion marched two miles away from the city, and the eight thousand warriors took off their shields and batons, and looked at the city head casually. Two thousand militiamen stayed behind and set up a simple camp to guard the food and grass.

Toct sent an envoy, raised a flag, and asked for a dialogue with the city. After half an hour, the opposite city gate was ajar, and more than a dozen nobles and priests hurried over. They were wearing Chinese costumes and feather crowns, and they had obviously been dressed up.

The leader was an aristocrat, wearing a black and white delicate cotton robe, with a smile on his face. Next to the noble was an old man with an obsidian crown. The old man was not tall, wearing a black and white striped priest robe, with a serious face.

Tokert stood in front of the legion, and he signaled Avit to come forward to negotiate. Avit took his entourage, grabbed the young man in the priest's clothes of the Tengu, and stepped forward with a smile.

As soon as the two sides settled down one mile away from the city, Shulot felt a chill in his body. As soon as he raised his head, the old priest on the opposite side was staring at him with a thousand-cut eyes, no, it should be the sacrificial robe on his body.

The nobleman of Guamare smiled and asked with a little respect: "Respected leader of the Mexica, descendant of the Sun God." Then he heard the dissatisfied cough of the old priest.

The nobleman's smile stagnated, and then continued: "I am a nobleman of Guamare. I don't know if the Mexica warriors have come to Guamare. What is your order? We have always had good relations with the Mexica City-State Alliance. The response to Ottopan City this time is only because of the covenant, not the original intention of Guamare City. If your warband needs food and drinks, the city-state can provide them in sufficient quantities."

Avit also smiled slightly: "The descendants of the gods of day and night, the army came this time, one is to hope that the city-state of Guamare will submit to the Great Alliance, and just pay a symbolic tribute. The other is to ask the city of Guamare Withdraw aid to Ottopan City, and sever the alliance with Ottopan."

Before the nobleman could speak, he heard the old priest roar angrily: "The Otomi will never submit to the Mexica. The city of Otopan is the ancestral land of the Otomi, and it must not fall to the murderous Mexicans." Add the hand of heretics!"

Avet's face turned cold, and he said loudly: "The great King Tisok is leading us, and the mighty city of Xilotepec has surrendered. Now, the fall of Ottopan is imminent, and a hundred thousand warriors have surrounded the mountain city. After the city is broken, no matter the descendants of the gods, priests, or nobles, they will all be sacrificed to the Sun God."

"Mexica's army brought roaring giant beasts. Nowhere has Otomi's army been able to match it! Now there are only 5,000 warriors in Guamare, and they are even more vulnerable to the attack of the army!"

Avit paused, then said with a smile on his face: "However, the city of Guamare is too far away from the capital city in the lake, and it is really barren. The benevolent king actually doesn't have much interest in this land. Conquered only as far as Ottopan."

"As long as you show your obedience, offer a symbolic tribute, and withdraw Ottopan's reinforcements, you can be protected by the alliance and live peacefully and safely on this land."

"The status of the nobles will not change in any way, and the Tarascos in the south will not dare to invade again. The caravans of the alliance will bring cotton cloth, cocoa, feathers, gems, gold and silver ornaments, and even Mayan smoke. Your lives will be sanctified and richer than before."

Avit gently described the bright future, and the nobleman was obviously moved. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but there was another roar in his ear.

"Treacherous Mexica coyote! Don't deceive the people of the original god with a false future!" The old priest roared like an angry groundhog in Shulot's memory.

"More than a hundred years ago, it was the ferocious Mexica who drove us out of the fertile and rich valley and back to the barren north. You cruelly took away the sacred sacrificial plate of Xilotepec City, and attempted to make Otto The Mi people betrayed the ancient beliefs. You heretics! Now, you don’t even spare our ancestral land. The original god will send divine punishment to punish you!"

"It's impossible to communicate well with a religious fanatic priest." Shulot thought.

Avet ignored the priest and just tried to continue seducing the noble.

"Ottopan City is the foundation of our Otomi people in the north, and the home of all city-states." Seeing that Avit ignored it, the old priest calmed down, turned his head and said to the god-born nobles: "Chichimeks, The Tarascos, the Mexica, the Tursks, how many times the menacing alien races have invaded, we have relied on the mountain city of Ottopan to survive, and then we can restore our territory when the alien races recede."

"Once Ottopan falls, the Mexica will definitely sacrifice the gods, nobles and warriors of Otomi in the city, and then migrate into the Mexica's own god-born nobles. After decades of this, when Mexico The Ottopan city of the Canadians stands in the north, so how can we, the Ottomi nobles and priests, survive? Conquest will come again, and then we will have no Ottopan city to retreat!"

The old priest's words obviously moved the head of the god-born nobleman. The nobleman's face was solemn, and he nodded slightly to salute the priest.

Avet's face turned cold, and he uttered a cold threat: "If the city of Guamare insists on continuing to make mistakes, the army will not show mercy! All the villages ruled by the city-state will be reduced to ashes in the fire. The wealth will be robbed Go, the land will be barren, and the Otomi will fall wailing until everyone in the city is sacrificed!"

Hearing this, the old priest waved the magic staff in his hand excitedly. Shulot felt that he would run away at any moment, and the warriors on both sides also drew out their batons and protected the leader with their shields.

After a while, the old priest calmed down, and said coldly: "The original god bless us! With your strength, it is impossible to attack Guamare City."

"The village outside the city, if you want to destroy it, destroy it. Ordinary civilians are just grass in the field. Even if the fire burns to ashes, it will grow again when spring comes. As long as we still control the city, one day, the land will be destroyed. Repopulate with civilians."

"The city of Ottopan is the cocoa tree planted by the original god, and the gods and nobles are the cocoa bestowed by the gods. Once the cocoa tree is cut down, the Otomi people will be abandoned by the gods, and then go to perish."

"Even if you burn the grass all over the field, it's better to keep a sacred cocoa!" The old groundhog priest roared at last, and with the murderous intent in Avit's eyes, he led the nobleman away.

Hearing this, Shulot fell into thinking, "It seems that in the eyes of all the ruling classes in this era, civilians are irrelevant consumables. This should be determined by the power balance between warriors and civilians. How can I change it? ?”

Avit shook his head and turned back to Totek. The cold commander-in-chief was not surprised, but just took out a wooden board full of red circles.

Negotiations for peace have failed, leaving only blood and fire.