Aztec Eternals

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

Shulot sat cross-legged on the top of the hill, looking at the smoke from the cooking in the distance. It was the golden village under the sunset, and the golden bean fields in the fields, everything was so peaceful.

Time is soaked in peace, and the golden clouds gradually deepen in silence, condensing into red clouds. Before long, before the sunset fell into darkness, Shilot raised his head again, but only saw the blood-colored sky.

Negotiations with Guamare were unsuccessful. Seeing that it was already afternoon, Totec was not in a hurry to divide his troops to plunder, but let the warriors 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.

A quiet night.

The next morning, Shiloh got up early, put on a light robe, went to find Avit who was sleeping, and asked about his plan for the day.

Avette was stunned and sleepy: "Shirot, don't harass me, I was in ambush last night, and I didn't wait for anything. Now let me get a good night's sleep."

"What's the plan for today? Is the army really going to spread out to plunder the village?" Sherlot did not wear a feather crest, showing his delicate face, childish cheeks, resolute profile, and stubborn eyes. In the eyes of onlookers, this is a strange and handsome teenager.

The boy was sitting cross-legged on the head of Avette's bed. He just tied his long hair into a thick bunch, and the side hair on the forehead hung down a few strands and scattered on Avit's face.

Avit's nose moved slightly, then he couldn't help sneezing, and finally woke up. "Hey, Shulot, don't make trouble. It is certain to plunder the village, but when there are other plans, you can follow me and we will fish together."

After speaking, he covered his head with a thin cotton quilt, turned around and fell asleep again.

Shilot was a little helpless, so he had to get up and go back to the house. He put on the feather crown and tengu sacrificial clothes, and became a solemn and noble priest. Then sit cross-legged in the middle of the camp, waiting for the commander-in-chief's order.

Soon, the warriors in the camp were mobilized. Shilot first saw a thousand warriors change into tiger feather helmets and tiger-pattern leather armor, and restore the identity of jaguar warriors. Then I saw 2,000 militiamen put on samurai uniforms and jagged leather armor, and hurried out of the camp under the leadership of the real samurai.

Next, Totec pointed out five thousand warrior camps, which were scattered in different directions. Thus, only a thousand jaguar chapters and two samurai battalions remained in the camp. From the perspective of the city of Guamare, there were only one thousand warriors and two thousand militiamen in the camp.

Totec asked more than a dozen warriors to wear brightly colored flags and wait at the nearest hill. As soon as he saw the Jaguars dispatched in the camp, he immediately raised the flags and summoned the ambush.

At this time it was noon, when the first ray of blue smoke rose from the village not far away, Avit woke up, took a shower without haste, wearing a formal sunstone cape, and smiled at Xiuluot come.

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

At this time, the flames had already burned into flames, and thick smoke rose from the flames. In the distance, people could be seen flashing and silhouettes of warriors wielding weapons. There were people falling to the ground constantly in the field of vision, and faint howls and cries came from the wind. Finally, the scattered crowd rushed out of the smoke-filled dust and rushed to the city of Guamare, several miles away.

Shilot stood up and watched as thick smoke gradually rose from the surrounding area, far or near, and more and more civilians fled to Guamare City. Inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart, but unable to speak, he was immediately grabbed by the shoulders of Avit.

"Aiya, Shulot, isn't your heart made of soft cotton?" After spending a long time with the boy, Avette became less and less formal. He laughed and said, "You will be sad to see the Otomi people suffer. Look, where is the indifferent and just God of Death and Rebirth, Shulotel? It is simply the kind and weeping goddess of rivers and lakes, Chalchit. Lique."

Shirlot looked in Totec's direction, pursed his lips and said nothing. He wanted to talk to the commander-in-chief, thinking about letting women and children go.

"Don't go. Totec doesn't have the time to talk to you about these villagers now." Avit smiled and put his other hand on the boy's shoulder, making the two face each other. "Rest assured, these villages are not the target today."

"It looked lively outside, but in fact, only one or two hundred warriors and two thousand militiamen set fire everywhere, and not many people died. If you really want to do something, how can you let so many people flee to Guamare City?"

Shirou was startled, and gradually recovered from some kind of emotion in the future. Although this 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.

Shilot pondered for a moment, then asked calmly, "Is this a bait? We set up an ambush? Was it your idea?"

Avette glanced at Sherlot with admiration. "Yes, that's my idea. There are three thousand warriors in the camp now, and one thousand of them are jaguars. There are two thousand warriors each in the mountains on the left and right rear of the camp, half an hour away from here. Guamare There are a thousand warriors in the woods half an hour outside the city. Everything is ready, just waiting for the fish to take the bait."

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

A thousand jaguar warriors also sat in the dozens of tents in the center. They put their throwing spears and shields under their feet, their battle sticks behind their backs, and they stored up their stamina with ease.

There were a thousand warriors on the left and right sides of the camp, half of them were silent, and half of them appeared to be slack on duty. The Mexica warriors waited silently.

In the expectation, the biggest big fish is the five thousand Otomi warriors and twenty thousand militiamen in the city to attack together. This is also the upper limit of the fishing net.

If the Otomi people dispatched their entire army, the three thousand warriors in the camp would immediately hold the camp and call for reinforcements on the top of the mountain. Then five thousand warriors came in ambushes from three sides, and finally gathered under the camp to completely defeat the enemy.

At this moment, no one knows whether the fish will be hooked, or how big it is. Sherlot quietly watched the thick smoke looming in the sky, and the sun was setting in the west.

It was not until the sun slanted to the west, and it was less than an hour before sunset, that Shulot heard a sudden noise. The city gates of the city-state a few miles away suddenly opened wide, and more than 2,000 warriors rushed towards the camp.

Toket finally moved, he observed for a while, first let a thousand Mexica warriors guard the camp, and watched the Otomi warriors outside break the wooden fence, cut open the wooden door, and then meet the guards in the gap. Fight as a group.

Afterwards, Tocquet 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 closed, and no one came out again. He then waved his hand and ordered Avit and the jaguar warriors to prepare.

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

Shilot thought for a while, and inexplicably remembered a roaring figure, and smiled, "Maybe it's an old groundhog."

Avite also smiled and said, "Anyway, since the fish has been hooked, we should also raise the pole."

Soon, Avett and the jaguar fighters assembled in the center of the camp. These ace warriors and military nobles are in their thirties and forties, and they are in the golden age of experience and force. They held a shield in their left hand and a spear thrower with a spear inserted in their right hand, ready for battle.

Seeing the jaguars dispatched, the warriors on the top of the mountain immediately raised their flags and called for reinforcements. The two ambush soldiers in the rear immediately rushed towards the camp, and the ambush soldiers on the side went directly to the gate of Guamare, which only took half an hour to arrive.

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

Seeing the protruding part where the enemy gathered, Avet immediately waved his hand vigorously, and the sound of the attacking drums sounded in an instant. The jaguar warriors lined up in teams of a hundred people, and rushed to the front of the village gate to throw sharp wooden spears, then inserted the spear throwers into their waists, quickly pulled out their battle sticks, and scattered to both sides to attack.

However, at a distance of 20 to 30 meters, the spears roared and reached the highest speed, breaking through the leather armor of the Otomi warriors in an instant. The warriors 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 the massive spear throw at close range. By the time a thousand jaguar soldiers finished throwing their spears, two hundred Otomi warriors had fallen at the gate of the camp, and the hit rate was terrifyingly high.

The 20% casualties in a short period of time caused the morale of the Otomi 1st Samurai Battalion in the camp to plummet. With the engagement of the jaguar fighters, the superb martial arts, the terrifying tiger heads, and the terrifying roars were constantly hitting the morale of the Otomi warriors, and the warriors who entered the camp were on the verge of collapse.

Seeing the fighter plane, Toct immediately sent out the thousand samurai who died at the end, and protruded from the broken fences on both sides, trying to clamp the two thousand samurai who were hooked in the opposite direction. When the ambush came, it was a beautiful war of annihilation.

The news of the presence of a large group of Jaguars ahead quickly spread among the Otomi warriors. The morale of the Second Samurai Battalion outside the camp was also rapidly declining.

When he saw five hundred Mexica warriors protruding from the left and right, trying to stick to each other, and the army of ambush soldiers appearing in the distance, the second warrior battalion commander, who was born in a military nobleman, quickly realized that something was wrong, and he sounded the retreat. screw number.

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

The Otomi 1st Warrior Battalion suffered heavy losses from spear throwing from the very beginning, and is now relying on the narrow gate to contend with a thousand elite Jaguars. The Mexica warriors who stood out from the left and right flanked, and the morale of the first battalion collapsed immediately.

The Otomi warriors fled with their sticks behind, and then melted like ice and snow under the attack of three sides. The battle quickly entered the stage of chasing the north. Three thousand warriors rushed out of the camp, unilaterally killing the warriors of the first battalion of Otomi, while chasing the second battalion.

At this time, it was less than two quarters of an hour before the jaguar warriors attacked, and the ambush warriors did not come to catch up with the battle. The planned fish was only half caught.

The pursuit only lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the sky was completely dark. Otomi's warriors disappeared into the familiar mountains and forests in the dark, and the Mexicans could only resentfully give up the pursuit.

After a quarter of an hour's stalemate across the camp, the jaguar fighters attacked for two quarters of an hour and pursued them for a quarter of an hour. The battle was less than an hour. The Mexicans lost less than fifty men, including three jaguar warriors.

The Otomi people left more than 300 corpses of low-level warriors and more than 500 prisoners, and the remaining more than 1,000 people fled in the darkness, and it is estimated that they will return to Guamare City at some time in the night.

Avette and Shulot looked at each other and smiled helplessly. Set up such a big net, only catch some small fish and shrimp.

Avite sighed: "The old fox is so cruel, it's a good time to use so many warriors as cannon fodder."

Shuluotian nodded: "The old groundhog is really ruthless, he should defend to the end in this lower city, and will never fight again."

The two sighed in unison again, one sighed for the warriors inside the city, the other sighed for the commoners outside the city.

Then the night got darker and the stars lit up the sky. Everyone indulges in the beauty of the night, temporarily forgetting everything.

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