Aztec Eternals

The rainy season in Mexico begins as gentle as a young girl. The sun, hidden behind thin clouds, dyed the sky a pale golden yellow. The continuous drizzle sprinkled down in the faint sunlight, soaking the trees and grasses into green.

The mist on the riverside shrouded the hazy smoke, and several small boats sailed from the misty rain, swaying gently on the river. Seeing this scene, Xiulote couldn't help but remember, thinking of the distant Jiangnan water town.

Two weeks have passed since the meeting with the envoy of the city-state of Hilotepec. Although the chief commander has put down the harsh words, it is still a year away from the realization of the harsh words. The nobles of Hilotepec still have time to hesitate, quarrel, and look forward to reinforcements from their western allies who do not know when they will arrive.

At this time, he was in the forest by the river, commanding some carpenters and civilians, with rough stone axes, laboriously cutting down the hard rosewood.

This kind of slightly concave rosewood is an excellent mahogany, which can grow to twenty to twenty-five meters in height. It is hard in texture, beautiful in texture, clear in tone and has a faint fragrance.

It is generally used to make high-end guitars and high-end furniture, and in later generations, every inch of wood is inch of gold. Now, Shilot is going to use it to make a catapult.

With the help of a senior carpenter, he has completed the design of the human catapult: it is a fixed trapezoidal gun mount, four or five meters high, similar to the city wall. A slender cannon tip used as a lever, the length is temporarily fixed at eight meters, the top is connected to the magazine, and the bottom is connected to the rope pulled by people. There is also a gun shaft placed horizontally on the gun mount. The middle of the gun shaft and the bottom two meters of the gun tip are tied together with sisal rope.

In this way, when the gunner pulls the rope, the two-meter short shaft at the tip of the gun drives the six-meter long shaft, and the gun shaft rotates stably on the rack, and the rocks at the top are launched, bombarding the city in the distance in a parabola.

However, when the design was put into practice, Shilot encountered the first problem: the cannon shaft and the cannon tip were subjected to too much force and were easily broken.

He did not understand the connection technology of wood reinforcement, nor the hardening treatment method of wood, so Shilot could only have a simple and rude idea to use the best wood. The carpenter recommended rosewood.

Cutting this hard wood with a stone axe is like sawing a tree with a knife. So an hour later, when Avit found Shulot, he was still sitting on the stone by the river, bored watching the people working.

"By the way, can you get me some copper axes?"

"You have to borrow this kind of excellent equipment from the hair-cutting guards. At present, only they have it in the camp. Of course, the premise is that they are willing to lend it to you."

"Then I might as well ask the king to ask for it." Thinking of Totec with a broken hairline and a face like a rock, Shiloh felt a lot of pressure. "At least the king looks more talkative."

Avett laughed "Haha" without comment. "I have business with you today. Put down your big toy first. There will be a battle in the next few days. I have applied to the king, and I will take you to watch the battle. We have to set off tonight."

"What battle? Wait, what toys? I'm making a catapult, an epoch-making weapon."

"The battle to ambush the Otomi. The first 20,000 reinforcements from Ottopan have been out for a week, and will soon be in the ambush range of the elite legion. Beyond the times? Wait until your toys become usable weapons. Bar."

"When did the Legion go to set up the ambush?" Sherlot thought for a while, "You mean the group of warriors who disappeared a few days ago."

"Hey, when did you see it? It seems that this legion is still not very cautious."

"Okay then, I'll go. By the way, why did you suddenly think of taking me to the battle? ... Avette, did you want to go to the battle yourself?"

Avett smiled and said nothing.

"Don't stop, you must cut down the rosewood tree in these two days..."

Taking off the priest's clothes, Shulot put on green leather armor and battle robes, the whole person appeared full of energy, and the delicate face gradually revealed the lines of fortitude.

Take a break and tidy up in the camp. Then, accompanied by a hundred and ten guards, the two bypassed the city and headed west from the forest in the north.

Marching in the mountain forest in the rainy season is tough. Shirott trudged through the soft humus soil with difficulty, with no light above his head, entangled roots under his feet, and his body soaked with rain.

However, this difficulty is completely different from the tropical rainforest on the northeast or southeast plains. Rainforests in the rainy season are a nightmare for mass marches, swamps, poison, miasma, water, each of which means inevitable death.

After two days of marching like this, on the morning of the third day, the two finally reached the camp of the ambush regiment, a small mesa behind a hill.

An orderly silence was maintained in the camp. From time to time, Shulot saw jaguar warriors wearing tiger feather helmets, yellow patterned leather armor, and shields and battle sticks.

Avette led Sherlot into the big tent in the middle. The commander in the tent, Sherlot, had seen it before. He was one of the commanders wearing the Sunstone cloak, with a picture of a battle stick behind him.

"Casar." Avet warmly greeted the commander. "How is the enemy's situation?"

Casal just nodded and smiled lightly. "Twenty thousand, from Ottopan. Five thousand are city-state warriors, and fifteen thousand are village levies."

"Only five thousand samurai? What's the use of having so many people here to support?"

"This reinforcement is just a form. Their march is very slow, they only travel a dozen miles a day, and the scouts are arranged far away, and most of the time they are waiting for the scouts to return. The determination to fight is very problematic. Great, they'll back off."

"In their familiar territory, well-armed warriors can't catch up with these mountain people." Avit nodded, "Then what are you going to do?"

"We have 8,000 samurai. I'm going to divide our troops into three groups and take the initiative to attack. Just when you come, 4,000 samurai will be handed over to you to attract attention from the front. After the battle, Barda led the 2,000 samurai to attack from the left flank. And I took 500 elite jaguars and 1,500 warriors, detoured to the side and rear to launch the final blow." Casal said, waving his fist hard.

A strong warrior next to him smiled at Avit. This is Barda. Looking at the patterns on the helmet and leather armor, it should be a hereditary nobleman of the Eagle Warriors. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

8,000 vs. 20,000 troops in three separate ways to attack at different times? Shirott was full of question marks, and when he saw the confident expressions on the faces of the generals in the tent, he temporarily pressed his doubts.

Back at the camp, the warriors rested early to save their energy for the next day's battle.

Lying on the officer's thatched bed, the tips of the grass carried a natural breath, slightly poking people. This grass bed is already much more comfortable than the soldiers' floor. Shilot raised his doubts to Avette.

"There is no absolute relationship between the combat power and the number of troops." Avite replied with a chuckle. "It depends on the specific combat terrain and scene, as well as physical consumption."

"For example, a jaguar warrior can easily fight three ordinary warriors and ten village warriors before his physical strength is exhausted, especially in narrow terrain. But in a siege battle, he can only be counted as an ordinary warrior. Village warrior, because a stone thrown by a village warrior can kill him."

"And a village slinger, in close combat, can only be counted as half a village warrior. If he is given enough time to launch, he can be counted as an ordinary warrior. Once he has a dominant terrain, in the mountains or in the defense of the city, he can be counted as an ordinary warrior. , condescending shooting, he was even more lethal than a jaguar fighter."

"On the opposite side, only five thousand city-state warriors deserve attention. In large-scale frontal battlefields, village warriors are more used to maintain the front line, or to consume the opponent's spears and slings. Simple stone and wooden spears make them more effective against armored warriors. The damage is limited, and the scarcity of shields and armor makes them more vulnerable. Low morale is more prone to collapse.”

"Actually, samurai, only samurai are the core of the city-state! Tomorrow's battle will not be difficult, just for you to see the world. Shurot, sleep at ease~~"