Aztec Eternals

The sun gradually set to the west, dyeing the sky a faint golden yellow.

Xiulot sat cross-legged on the top of the hill, looking at the little smoke in the distance. It was a golden village under the setting sun, and golden bean fields among the fields, everything was so peaceful.

Time is soaked in peace, and the golden clouds gradually deepen in silence, condensing into red clouds. Not long after, before the setting sun fell into darkness, Shulot raised his head again, but only saw the blood-colored sky.

Negotiations with Guamare went nowhere. Seeing that it was already afternoon, Totek was not in a hurry to divide his troops to plunder. Instead, he asked the warriors to join the militia and built a large camp on the hills several miles away from the city.

The legion rested peacefully, as if defenseless, waiting for the guests from afar.

It was a quiet night.

The next morning, Shulot got up early, put on a light robe, went to find Avette who was sleeping, and asked about today's plan.

Avet's sleepy eyes: "Sholot, don't disturb me, I am in ambush last night, and I haven't waited for anything. Now let me catch up on sleep."

"Avit, what's the plan for today? Is the army really going to spread out to plunder the village?" Shulot didn't wear a feather crown, showing his delicate face, childish cheeks, resolute profile, and stubborn eyes. In the eyes of the beholder, this is a strange and handsome teenager.

At this time, the boy was sitting cross-legged on the head of Avitt's bed. He waited for a while without replying. After thinking for a while, he stretched out his finger and poked the nose of his teacher and friend.

Avit's nose moved slightly, and then he sneezed uncontrollably, and finally woke up. "Hey, Shulot, don't make trouble. It is certain to plunder the village, but later you have other plans, so you follow me and we will fish together."

After speaking, he covered his head with a thin cotton quilt, turned around and fell back into a deep sleep.

Xiulot felt a little helpless, so he had to get up and go back to the house. He put on the feather crown and tengu sacrificial attire, and turned into a solemn and noble priest. Then he sat cross-legged in the center of the camp, waiting for the commander-in-chief's order.

Soon, the warriors in the camp were mobilized. Shulot first saw a thousand warriors put on tiger-headed feather helmets and tiger-striped leather armor, restoring their identities as jaguar warriors. Then I saw two thousand militiamen put on warrior uniforms and uneven leather armor, and hurried out of the camp under the leadership of genuine warriors.

Next, Totek successively named out five battalions of thousands of warriors, which scattered in different directions. In this way, only one thousand jaguar regiments and two warrior battalions remained in the camp. From the perspective of Guamare City, there are only 1,000 warriors and 2,000 militiamen in the camp.

Totek asked more than a dozen warriors to carry brightly colored flags and wait on the nearest hill. As long as they saw the jaguar squadron in the camp, they would immediately raise the flags and call for ambushes.

It was already noon at this time, when the first wisp of green smoke rose from the village not far away, Avitt woke up, washed up in a hurry, wore a formal sunstone cloak, and greeted Shulot with a smile. come.

Xiulot was looking at the village not far away with a heavy heart.

At this time, the flames had already burned into raging flames, and thick smoke rose from the raging flames. From a distance, people could be seen flickering, as well as silhouettes of warriors waving weapons. There were people falling to the ground constantly in the field of vision, and there were faint howls and cries in the wind. In the end, the scattered crowd rushed out of the dust surrounded by fireworks and rushed to the city of Guamare, which was several miles away.

Shulot stood up and watched the thick smoke gradually rising from all around, far or near, and more and more civilians fled to Guamare City. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable, but he couldn't speak, and Avit grabbed his shoulder immediately.

"Oh, Shulot, my student, is your heart made of soft cotton?" After getting along with the boy for a long time, Avitt became more and more out of shape. He laughed and said, "You will be sad to see the Otomi suffering. Look, this is the indifferent and fair god of death and rebirth, Shulotel? It's just the kind and weeping goddess of rivers and lakes, Chalchihet." Liqueur."

Shulot looked in the direction of Totek, pursed his lips and did not speak. He wanted to talk to the commander-in-chief, thinking that women and children could be spared.

"Don't go away. Totek is not in the mood to talk to you about these villagers right now." Avet smiled, and put his other hand on the boy's shoulder, so that the two faced each other. "Don't worry, today's target is not these villages."

"It looks lively outside, but in fact, there are only one or two hundred warriors and two thousand militiamen setting fire everywhere, and not many people will die. If we really want to do something, how can we let so many people flee to Guamare City?"

Shulot was taken aback, and gradually recovered from a certain emotion of the later life. Although this kind of emotion appeared less and less, it was still deeply engraved in his soul and was indelible. And deep in his heart, there is always a softness. This is also the biggest difference between him and everyone in this era.

Shulot pondered for a moment before calmly asking: "Is this a bait? We set up an ambush? Was it your idea?"

Avette glanced at Shulot appreciatively. "Yes, this is my idea. Now there are three thousand warriors in ambushes in the camp, and one thousand of them are jaguars. There are two thousand warriors each in the mountains on the left and right of the camp, half an hour away from here. Guamare There are still a thousand warriors in the woods half an hour away from the city. Everything is ready, just waiting for the fish to take the bait."

Next, Shulot and Avit sat in the center of the camp with their legs stretched out, leaning against the big tent in the center, quietly waiting for the big fish to take the bait. Totek stood as a sculpture in the distance.

A thousand jaguar warriors also sat quietly in dozens of tents in the center. They put their spears and shields under their feet, and their battle clubs behind their backs, accumulating their strength with ease.

There were a thousand warriors on the left and right sides of the camp, half of them withdrew their banners and drums, and half of them appeared to be lax on duty. The Mexica warriors waited silently.

In anticipation, the biggest big fish is the 5,000 Otomi warriors and 20,000 militiamen in the city to attack together. This is also the upper limit of the fishing net.

If the entire Otomi army were dispatched, the 3,000 warriors in the camp would immediately defend the camp and call for reinforcements from the hills. Then 5,000 samurai ambush soldiers came from three sides, and finally gathered under the camp to completely defeat the enemy.

At this moment, no one knows whether the fish will take the bait or how big it will be. Xiulot quietly watched the thick smoke in the sky and the sun setting towards the west.

It wasn't until the sun set and it was less than an hour before sunset that Shulot heard a sudden noise. The gates of the city-state several miles away suddenly opened wide, and more than two thousand warriors swarmed towards the camp.

Totek finally moved. He observed for a while, first let a thousand Mexica warriors guard the camp, watched the Otomi warriors outside break through the wooden fence, cut open the wooden door, and then fought with the guards at the gap. Fight into a group.

Then Totek waited for a full quarter of an hour, watching dozens of warriors on both sides fall to the ground, seeing that the gate of Guamare City was locked, and no one came out again. He just waved his hand and ordered Avit and the jaguar fighters to prepare.

Avit sighed in disappointment, and said to Shulot: "There must be an old fox in the city-state of Guamare, and all the people released here are plain and simple civilian warriors, probably related to the villages outside the city. The noble warriors are almost all hiding in the city."

Xiulot thought for a while, inexplicably remembered a roaring figure, and said with a smile, "Maybe it's an old groundhog."

Avit also smiled and said, "No matter what, since the fish is hooked, we should lift the rod."

Soon, Avitt led the Jaguar fighters to gather in the center of the camp. These ace warriors and military nobles are all in their thirties to forties, and are in the golden age of experience and force. They hold shields in their left hands, and hold spear throwers inserted in their right hands, ready for battle.

Seeing the jaguar dispatched, the warriors on the top of the mountain immediately raised the flag to call for reinforcements. The two ambush soldiers from the rear rushed towards the camp immediately, and the ambush soldiers on the side went directly to the gate of Guamare, and it only took half an hour to arrive.

Totek asked the warriors at the gate of the village to retreat to both sides, and more than a thousand Otomi warriors rushed in one after another. The assembled 1st Otomi Samurai Battalion extruded a protruding semicircle on the front side of the camp.

Seeing the protrusions where the enemies gathered, Avit immediately waved his hands vigorously, and the drums of attack sounded in an instant. The jaguar warriors lined up in a small team of hundreds of people, and rushed to the front of the gate to throw sharp wooden spears. Then they thrust the spear throwers into their waists, quickly drew out their batons, and scattered to meet them on both sides.

However, at a distance of twenty or thirty meters, the spears roared to reach the highest speed, breaking through the leather armor of the Otomi warriors in an instant, and some even pierced through the armor and pierced the arms of the warriors behind. The samurai who were shot immediately fell to the ground like deer, some died immediately, and some struggled on the ground.

Shulot was stunned by the power of massive spear throws at close range. By the time the thousand jaguar warriors finished throwing their spears, two hundred Otomi warriors had already fallen at the gate of the camp, with a terrifyingly high hit rate.

The 20% casualties in a short period of time caused the morale of the Otomi First Samurai Battalion in the camp to plummet. As the jaguar fighters took part in the battle, their superb martial arts, terrifying tiger heads, and terrifying roars were constantly damaging the morale of the Otomi warriors, and the warriors who entered the camp were on the verge of collapse.

Seeing the fighter plane, Totek immediately dispatched the last thousand warriors who had died down, and protruded from the damaged fences on both sides, trying to clamp down on the two thousand warriors who were hooked. In this way, when the ambush arrives, it will be a beautiful annihilation battle.

News of the large jaguar regiment ahead spread rapidly among the Otomi warriors. The morale of the Second Samurai Battalion outside the camp is also rapidly declining.

After seeing the 500 Mexica warriors protruding from the left and right, and the ambush team appearing in the distance, the commander of the second warrior battalion, who was born in a military nobleman, quickly realized that something was wrong, and immediately blew the retreat signal. screw number.

The Otomi warriors of the second battalion immediately began to retreat in a panic but skillfully. They quickly spread out to all directions, and ruthlessly abandoned the first battalion in the camp.

The 1st Battalion of Otomi Warriors suffered heavy losses from spear throwing at the beginning, and now they are struggling against a thousand elite jaguar regiments relying on the narrow gate. At this time, the two wings were exposed, and the Mexica warriors protruding from the left and right attacked, and the morale of the first battalion immediately collapsed.

The Otomi warriors fled, throwing down their clubs, and then melted like ice under the attack from three sides. The battle quickly entered the stage of chasing death and chasing north. Three thousand warriors rushed out of the camp, and while unilaterally killing the warriors of the first battalion of Otomi, they pursued the second battalion closely.

At this time, it was less than a quarter of an hour before the jaguar warriors attacked, and the warriors in ambush did not have time to catch up with the battle. Only half of the fish was caught as planned.

The pursuit lasted only a quarter of an hour, and the sky became completely dark. The warriors of Otomi took advantage of the night and disappeared into the familiar mountain forest, and the Mexica could only give up the pursuit resentfully.

After a quarter of an hour of stalemate across the camp, the jaguar fighters attacked for a quarter of an hour and pursued for a quarter of an hour. The battle lasted no more than an hour. The Mexica killed fewer than fifty men, including three jaguar fighters.

The Otomi left behind more than 300 corpses of low-level warriors and more than 500 captives, leaving more than 1,000 people fleeing in the dark, and it is estimated that they will return to Guamare at some time during the night.

Avette and Xiulot looked at each other and smiled helplessly. With such a big net, only some small fish and shrimp were caught.

Avit sighed: "The old fox is really ruthless, this time is considered good, and so many warriors are used as cannon fodder."

Xiuluo nodded: "The old groundhog is really ruthless. This time, the city will stick to the end and won't fight again."

The two sighed together again, one sighed for the warriors inside the city, and the other sighed for the civilians outside the city.

Then the night grew darker, and the stars lit up the sky. Everyone was intoxicated by the beauty of the night and temporarily forgot everything.

So there was nothing to say all night, only a simple funeral.