Aztec Eternals

The North stretches into unknown distances. From the city of Ottopan to the north, after marching for more than two hundred miles, they entered the border of Palms State.

Here the east clings to the towering Sierra Madre Oriental. The humid east wind from the sea is blocked by the continuous mountains, the precipitation suddenly decreases, and the vegetation gradually thins out. The land slowly loses its freshness, leaving only traces of barrenness. Soon, the blue plateau turned into a gray wasteland, with yucca and cacti dotted on the endless sandy soil, making it look extremely magnificent and desolate.

As the coalition forces marched north, the shrill battle horns blew across the wasteland. Bronze arrows and bone arrows went back and forth, piercing into the soft body; war clubs and stone spears fought, leaving fallen corpses. The scout teams on both sides kept fighting, and once they met, they would be merciless and paint the wasteland with their lives.

A black vulture hovered in the sky, croaking deathly. It rolled its eyes, watching the two groups of gray-blue figures fighting each other, and also waiting for a delicious meal in the near future. Soon, the dry land was soaked in bright red, and there were more and more dead bodies. It didn't take long for one side to turn around and run away, while the other side started running and chasing after them.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp bone arrow pierced the sky, and the running figure fell to the ground in an instant, without even having time to let out a miserable howl. Then, a red-haired warrior came running quickly. He kicked the corpse that fell to the ground, looked at the feather arrow that was accurately shot into his heart, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hey, let you run! Can you still outrun me?"

Ivican kicked two more times, then stretched out his arms, and wiped the sweat from his face with the cotton armor on his body. A dozen dog-born scouts chased up from behind, also wearing the gray-blue cotton armor of the Otomi people. The scouts have been fighting for several months, and now they have changed their equipment, and they also have sharp obsidian batons in their hands.

"Okay! After chasing for a long time, I finally kept all the Otomi dogs!"

Amosi glanced at the body and grinned.

"Ivican, your shooting skills are really good! You can still shoot a running person from a distance of dozens of steps!"

"Oh! He is running forward in a straight line, what can he miss? The one that is really difficult to shoot is that big black bird in the sky!"

As he spoke, Ivican narrowed his eyes, raised the longbow in his hand, and glanced at the sky.

Seeing this dangerous movement, the vulture immediately spread its wings and raised its wings, rising more than ten meters before stopping. It croaked while circling and flying, as if mocking the hunters on the ground. In the wilderness where food is scarce, if the big birds did not have this kind of vigilance, they would have been hunted down by the good-fisted dogs.

"Whoosh!"

A bone arrow flew up rapidly, pierced the sky powerfully, and brushed against the vulture's wings. The big black bird fluttered its wings in fright, resolutely gave up the food in front of it, turned its head and flew away.

Ivican sighed regretfully at first, and then smiled contentedly. He couldn't put it down and groped repeatedly on the longbow, carefully feeling the wood grain, as if he was communicating with a divine weapon.

"Amoxi, this big bow is really good! It's powerful, but also tight."

Amoxi looked at the big bow with envy in his eyes. A few days ago, two scout squads teamed up to ambush a scattered group of Otomi warriors. From the hands of the leading nobles, they seized this useful big bow. For the ownership of this divine bow, the two even quarreled, and in the end Ivican, who was born in a big tribe, got it.

"Ivican, when are we going to grab another big bow?"

"Look again! The earth dogs rarely have big bows, and they usually stay in the army. The cactus scouts have a lot of big bows, but they are always difficult to shoot tightly, and they will lose themselves if they are not careful."

Hearing this, Amosi sighed and kicked the stones on the ground.

"The Otomi people are becoming more and more difficult to deal with! In today's battle, although we successfully ambushed and killed twenty Otomi dogs, we also lost seven tribal fighters!"

Hearing this, Ivican put away his longbow. He looked at the scouts following behind him, and a rare sad expression appeared on his face.

"Aw! We shot almost half of the Otomi warriors to death today before the soil dogs lost their morale and turned to run for their lives. Damn it! Before they were beaten casually before, they collapsed. Now with the support of the tiger head of the cactus tribe, even the soil dogs The dogs can hang their tails and pretend they are wolves!"

"Yeah. Fortunately, no one escaped alive. Otherwise, if we attract the tiger head of the cactus tribe, we will be in trouble!"

Both red-haired scouts shuddered at the mention of the Mexica jaguar fighters. These veteran warriors who are good at tracking can't get rid of them at all, and they are proficient in various martial arts and run extremely fast. They are the most dangerous enemies of the dog-born scouts.

The two red-haired warriors stared at the south and were stunned for a while, but it was Ivikan who spoke first.

"Amoxi, the army in the south is too large, and the scouts are scattered everywhere. After ambushing this team of dogs, we can't stay here anymore. Where are we going next?"

"Ivikan, the coalition forces in the south have three groups of troops: Otomi dogs with bird flags on the east and west, and cactus warriors holding wolf flags in the middle. We have just investigated the west side, and the east side probably also That's it. Now, we should go and see the enemies in the middle, so we can go back and explain to the chief and elders!"

Amosi thought for a while, and then made up his mind. As long as we detect some useful information earlier, we can return to the tribe to report back earlier, and we can also leave the increasingly dangerous south earlier.

"Oh, that makes sense! The cactus warriors in the middle lane are the fastest runners, rushing all the way to the forefront, and they are probably almost at the door of the Red Rat tribe. Just go and see their battle formation! Amoxi, my friend, Although you are not as fast as I am, you are still a little smarter than me. In my opinion, you might as well leave that small tribe early and join our red fox! I can guarantee that Chief Otuwa will think highly of you! "

Hearing the familiar persuasion, Amosi shook his head casually. Being instigated by others in a big tribe is not as happy as being the leader in a small tribe! He squinted his eyes, looked at the direction of the sun, and headed east accurately.

The evening sun shone on the red-haired warriors, casting long slanting shadows, which quickly disappeared into the deep twilight. The nights on the plateau are long and quiet. The moonlight is faint, soaking in a little coldness.

In order to avoid being discovered, the scout teams on both sides did not light the bonfire, but quietly accumulated energy. Dogborn scouts often hunted, and although they could barely see at night, they also lacked the ability to fight at night. Nothing happened in the peaceful night, until the dawn of the morning sun, a new day of fighting officially began.

Under the bright sunlight, Toltek carried the commander's battle flag, held his head high, and looked at the hills not far away.

On the hill, there is a simple camp of the dog tribe. The camp was surrounded by a thick wooden fence, and a red agouti flag was planted at the gate of the camp. At this moment, hundreds of dog-born warriors held short bows and stone spears, nervously watching the thousands of troops outside the camp.

"One hundred, two hundred. One thousand, one thousand and five. The population is less than two thousand, and the maximum is five hundred soldiers!"

Toltek was majestic, his eyes widened, and he silently counted the number of dog descendants in his heart. He curled his fingers and calculated for a long time before finally estimating a rough number.

"What a fool! Facing the Legion of the Alliance, what gave them the courage to stay here to resist?"

Black Wolf was a little confused. He looked behind him, three thousand longbow militiamen, two thousand barbarian throwers, one thousand temple crossbowmen, and a total of five thousand Mexica legions deployed one by one, gradually encircling the hill without leaving a single gap. He looked down the hill again. A small river flowed slowly, and a large area of ​​reclaimed farmland was lush. The corn in the farmland has bloomed and pollinated, and has produced small corn cobs.

"Well, that's it! The harvest is not far away, it's just hard to wait."

Toltek murmured to himself in a low voice, and then smiled all over his face, his knowledge has improved a lot! He laughed for a moment, then took out the command flag and waved it in the direction of the camp!

"Listen to my orders! Temple crossbowmen, alert the surroundings! Pioneers throw, spears ready! Longbow militiamen, approach and shoot!"