Aztec Eternals

Clouds covered the sky and the earth, and the wind and rain covered the wilderness. The fleet headed eastward, sailing against the current all the way.

Sherlot sat cross-legged on the bow, holding an obsidian dagger in his arms, which made him feel relaxed. He looked at the mighty river, the undulating mountains, the green forest, and the birds. Raindrops crackled down and wet his long hair. Water vapor obscures vision and makes the world distant.

He used to be a passer-by across thousands of years, walking alone and silent, wandering in the wild past. Like the lost geese, hovering in the unfamiliar sky. Just watching the passage of time, overlooking the magnificent mountains and rivers, in my heart is a free and distant alienation. That is the loneliness of a traveler.

I don't know when, maybe the geese were tired from flying and finally landed gently on the bow. The young man is no longer free and has no support. He has feelings and concerns in his heart. He has fathers, teachers, friends, followers, and a future wife. With a real home, there is a real self.

The hometown is gone, and the place where the geese fall is my hometown. When a teenager has a loved one, he has a world to protect. Where there is a world to protect, there is an enemy to kill. Whether this enemy is a brave warrior, a noble king, or a white-skinned colonist.

A year of life and death changes, a year of battles and battles. The once soft and kind-hearted young traveler has transformed into a resolute and determined young warrior. The strength of the samurai comes from contempt for death, but also from the love of life for those he cares about.

On this journey of drifting on the bow, Sherlot clenched the dagger in his arms. He was extremely sure: "I have integrated into this world."

He continued to look around at the vast fleet of ships, thousands of ships galloping towards the end of the plateau, like galloping hunting wolves. The warriors were silently pregnant with murderous intentions, the archers were wiping the weapons that took their lives, and Avit and Acap were still discussing in a low voice, waiting for the hunt to come!

The target of this hunt is the king who can threaten everyone's life and who can protect his own power. How should power be used? Sherlot already had a clear answer.

It has been six days since the fleet sailed east. During these six days, the army marched continuously, rising at dawn and resting at dusk, and the militiamen and samurai took turns rowing. The army finally entered the western border of the Union of Mexica, Tepanica Pampang.

Here, the plateau stretches all the way up, and further ahead is the continuous mountain range. That is the most difficult position for boating against the current. After crossing the high point of the river, it is the fertile and prosperous Mexica Valley.

The army disembarked here, turned northeast, and headed to the Hilotepec camp. The navy returned to the west to pick up the 10,000 militiamen left in the territory of the Otomi.

Avit sent a scout who was good at running, and ran all the way to the distant village, looking for the long-awaited information messenger. Fourteen thousand warriors lined up in a march, lightly dressed and carrying only five days' worth of food, and hurried to the northeast. The 3,000 militiamen were carrying more food and grass and chased after them.

Shilot also walked quickly. After a long period of training and sufficient nutritional supply, his stamina is comparable to that of an ordinary adult warrior. During the march, he still had the energy to look at the surrounding farmland. Traveling all the way, the north is the barren wilderness of the Otomi people, and the south is the sparse fields of the Tarasco people. And as soon as you reach the territory of the Mexica city-state, you can see a large area of ​​connected cornfields.

August is coming to an end, and the corn has already grown so high that it is as tall as a man. They have received plenty of rain, and the wide branches and leaves have a little slender corn on the cob, which is harvest time. Shilot stopped to check, the soil fertility in the field was limited, and the density of corn plants was not high. At this time, the corn was a circle smaller than later generations, and the grains were not full enough, but the harvest was still rich, and the yield was higher than that of wheat commonly grown in Eurasia.

And the soybeans are also fully grown, the pods sticking out from the yellowed branches and leaves, looking curiously at the harvest fields, they are also ripe soon. And at the bottom, there are the remaining pumpkin leaves. The pumpkins were harvested last month, and they are much smaller than the later generations. However, the little pumpkins supported farmers through the most difficult season before harvest.

Seeing the boy who stopped walking, Avit came from behind. He wiped the rain off his face, placed the mud on his straw sandals, and asked with a smile, "Shirot, what are you looking at?"

The young man smiled, pointed to the harvest field and said, "The autumn harvest is coming, I'm looking at this year's harvest, it's a good year! This is the foundation of the Mexica Union, the great cause of **** in the world."

In the era of the classical empires, agriculture was everything, especially in Central America, where food could not be imported.

After listening, Avit also opened a pod and put the black beans in his mouth to taste.

"Yes, the black beans are full and the corn is full of ears. It is indeed a good year. Although the war has been going on for more than a year, the city-states have not excessively recruited militia and delayed the spring ploughing. When the autumn harvest is completed this year, the war will cease, and the grain consumed by this war will also be reduced. It can be replenished. After another year of autumn harvest, we can send troops again."

Shulotte nodded. The war has consumed too much food for the Mexicans. Even with the abundance of the Texcoco Lake District and the looting of the city of Hilotepec, the city-state's stockpile has been consumed for five years. Food transportation far from the river is a bottomless pit of loss.

"For the next expedition, we must choose an offensive route supported by rivers. I have a perfect target in my heart, and its land has both north and south waterways." The boy looked at his friend seriously.

Avit nodded in agreement: "As I thought. They have no allies to call, and they are the best opponents. It's time for me to make ends meet with old friends."

Having said that, the two looked at each other and smiled, regaining their original tacit understanding.

The eagles that spread their wings pounce on the grass mouse in the forest, and their eyes are already looking towards the future.

After rushing for half a day, the scout finally got on the line with the intelligence officer. According to recent news, the three cities in the capital sent reinforcements to the Hilotepec camp with 8,000 warriors and 16,000 militiamen. The army is now only a day's journey away, and the city of Hilotepec is two days away.

This is almost the biggest mobilization of the four directly under the State. In the huge capital area, only 2,000 warriors remained in the capital city in the lake, and another thousand warriors were stationed in Texcoco and Tracopan.

At this time, night was approaching, and the army set up camp to rest. The warriors regained their stamina and waited for tomorrow's attack. Shulot and Avit got together, and the two carefully calculated the important military forces nearby.

The 50,000 warriors directly under the royal family were scattered everywhere at this time.

Twelve thousand were in Atotonilko in the northeast, guarding against the Tlaxcalans, and it was difficult to return for a while. There are also three city-state legions, 24,000 people, half of them city-state warriors. Although this force is huge, it is far away and will not have much impact on the overall situation.

Four thousand were directly under the city of Hirotepec. After the Otomi attack, it is unknown what their casualties were. There is also a city-state army stationed together. River camps and food are critical here.

10,000 was directly under Avit's hands, and now it has been completely controlled. There were also 4,000 city-state warriors and 3,000 militiamen who followed, and the army had only five days of food and grass.

Another 10,000 were directly under the hands of Tisok, who had been evacuated from Ottopan City. With him were 20,000 city-state warriors and 5,000 militiamen. They are currently suffering from the interruption of supply lines, the rainy season march in the mountains and the Otomi guerrillas, and they are trekking **** the return mountain and dirt roads.

The four thousand Teotihuacan warriors led by Husok would follow the king, and the armies of other city-states would probably retreat on their own.

Between Ottopan and Hirotepec, in the mountains and forests for more than two weeks, there are four camps where more than 30,000 militiamen carrying grain are stationed. There will be a certain amount of food in the camp there, and the king who is short of food will definitely lead his army to the camp to replenish food and grass.

Three thousand directly under the samurai had been killed in the war against the Otomi people, and three thousand remained in the capital Sancheng. Although the three capital cities can mobilize tens of thousands of militia at any time, they are also far away and have little impact on the overall situation.

The last 8,000 direct samurai were on their way to support the Hirotepec camp, with 16,000 militiamen. Among them are already two thousand family warriors of Avit. This troop is the key to changing the situation, and it is within easy reach.

After the discussion was over, everyone understood. The commander punched heavily on the freehand plank map, which was in the northeast direction.

"Let's start early tomorrow morning and speed up the march. Be sure to catch this troop before sunset in the afternoon!"