Aztec Eternals

When the two received the message, they both fell into deep thought.

Shulot clenched his fists. He seemed to be able to vaguely see his father's resolute face and the difficulties of the Teotihuacan Corps from his words.

In his impression, his father was a really strong warrior. He never said soft words to himself, and even before he set off on the expedition, his comfort was: "My son, you must have the strength of a samurai. To be a samurai is to be calm and take death as the way back!"

My father just buried the warmth in his heart. He would feel sorry for his exhaustion after capturing and wanted his son to rest; he would hold his hand tightly and remind his son to be careful; he would kiss his forehead and hold his son in his chest. Oh, and when I was just born, I held my son high and laughed heartily.

Thinking of this, the young man also smiled warmly.

Perhaps it was influenced by his grandmother who was born as a commoner. His father did not have much ambition for power, but was pushed forward step by step by his grandfather. He doesn't have the big nobles, he treats the commoners like a mustard, and his children are like chess pieces. He can only cover the fragile feelings of the commoners with strength.

This time, my father was willing to risk his life, lurking beside the king, ready to give his life a blow at any time. This is not for him personally, but for his son, Sherlot.

The boy silently closed his eyes. In the adult world, there is no love for no reason. Grandfather loves himself for his extraordinaryness and his family's great achievements; Avett loves himself for his talents and common ideals; Bertard loves himself for the oath of protection and the hope of the common people. If you lose these, love will stay, will be reluctant, but will eventually leave.

In this world, only father is the only person who loves himself unconditionally. From his birth until his death. Shulot will always believe in his father and surrender his back.

As for the future wife, the current teenager has no way of knowing. He is willing to devote all his energy to one person, restrain all his desires to one person, and only expect a love for each other and a sincere life...

"Our plan must be changed." After a moment of contemplation, Arvet put his arms around the boy's shoulder. He awakened the dazed young man from his soft recollection and returned to the cold and hard reality.

"The source of the 30,000-strong army is complicated, and it is impossible to completely block the news. Someone must secretly inform Tissock. He will soon know of our existence and our approximate strength."

"Our original plan was to gather 30,000 warriors to control this key marching passage and food camp, so as to force the army of Tisok who lacked food to come here for a decisive battle. The terrain is open and the mountains and forests are sparse. Once Tisok is defeated, It's hard to get into the woods and escape."

"But now, Tissok has abandoned most of the city-state legions and concentrated all the food in his hands. With the decisiveness of the commander-in-chief Totec, after he judges the superiority of our troops and the terrain of the camp, it is very likely that Convince Tissok to evade."

"Their food can actually barely support the eight thousand direct subordinates to return to the capital. If Totec is willing to lead the legion to take risks, endure huge losses, and recklessly drill into the unknown mountains and forests in the south, Tisok is likely to escape. Back to the Valley of Mexico. It's hard for us to completely intercept them in that terrain with limited visibility."

"Now Tisok is trapped in the mountains and forests, with scarce food, limited information, and no knowledge of the situation in the capital. His army is easily influenced by our words, and the loyalty of the samurai is at the bottom of the most easily shaken. This is the when he was weakest."

"Once Tissok returns to the Mexica Valley, even if he escapes alone, he will still be able to regain the support of the chief priest Kechar. Wait for him to establish contact with the great nobles, give rewards and promises, re-recruit legions, and restore food. Supply, we will be in big trouble!"

"At that time, the priests and nobles on both sides will stand in line, and the situation will turn into a full-scale civil war between the two royal groups, and we will become the sinners who split the alliance!"

Shulot nodded solemnly.

King Tisok's strength is not limited to the army in his hands. More importantly, behind him, he supported his chief priests, some royal families and great nobles. Once these people have the righteous name of the king, they can mobilize several legions and tens of thousands of militiamen to collect sufficient food and grass.

And there are many military forces that are roaming the outside world. There are still nearly 20,000 city-state warriors in the mountains and forests outside Hirotepec. There are also four 8,000-strong regiments of Wangshu Trol in the territory of Atotonilco. The eleven states of the alliance can also be mobilized again. Once these forces are involved, the outcome is unknown, but the destructive power of a civil war will certainly increase exponentially.

"Then what should we do? Raid with light troops?" Sherlot thought for a while and asked.

Avett put his hands behind his back, paced and thought repeatedly, and then made up his mind.

"An army of 30,000 can't gather here and wait! I'm going to send out 20,000 warriors, with 4,000 as an army, spread out scouts, and set up cards at every level to block off the mountain roads in the south and the fields in the east. I must not let Tisok go. past!"

"There are only 10,000 elite warriors left in the camp, and 3,000 of them are hidden to give the other side the illusion that they can win. Tisok doesn't know the situation in the capital now, nor does he know the identity of Thusok. With his arrogant character , if the strength is dominant, it will not escape, and it is likely to take a risk.

Put on my flag and lure Tisok over with food and myself! "

"If Tissock hasn't arrived in three days, I will personally lead 3,000 elite warriors and attack his main formation with light troops! You take the remaining 7,000 people and follow from behind as soon as possible."

Speaking of which, Avit's face finally showed cruelty and coldness again.

"If this battle makes him escape, we will go directly south and capture the capital. Don't think about the long-term, directly sacrifice the chief priest's line and the great nobles to suppress all threats. The capital in the lake is forever. An invincible fortress, with which we are invincible."

"My sons are still young, and they don't have the appearance of kings. If I die in battle, the honor guard of the royal family will be handed over to you, and the divine scepter will be passed on to my eldest daughter.

You can tell the samurai that you were born on the day Montezuma died, that you were born with celestial phenomena and the morning star was bright. You are the reincarnation of a great old king, with divine kingship! Staley will lead my family of warriors, and the royal family who support me, in allegiance to you and Alyssa. Sherlot, treat her well! "

Avette's face was cold and hard. His eyes flickered slightly, he stretched out his big hand, stopped for a moment at the boy's neck, and then stroked the boy's cheek.

Shirot didn't have time to think, shock appeared on the boy's face. At this moment, his mind went blank. This is the first time Avit mentioned his own death and made clear the relationship between the inheritance of the great cause. This is the inheritance of the kingship of Mexica, and it has always carried blood and killing.

After a while, the boy subconsciously took a step forward and hugged his teacher and friend's chest tightly. He felt the love like a father, which moved his heart and choked his voice.

"No...Avit, you won't die..."

Holding the boy, Avette's eyes finally softened, revealing a sincere smile.

A samurai never delays in action. Early the next morning, the 20,000-strong army was divided into five teams and quickly dispersed to the east and south, controlling the mountains and forests within a week and blocking the passage to the hinterland of the Mexica Union.

The Otomi guerrillas shrank back immediately, leaving the battlefield to two huge Mexica chapters.

Avit's king's commander-in-chief flag stands tall on the watchtower of the fourth mountain camp, while Tisok's king's commander-in-chief flag stands at the top of the third mountain camp with difficulty.

The two royal armies were only three days apart, and the hearts of the warriors were full of complicated suffering. I don't know when it started, the new king was located in the capital, and the rumor that the king was dismissed by the chief priest group spread like the wind in the army of Tisok. The samurai also didn't know who was secretly spreading it.

The Tissock flag was hesitant for two days. Shilot didn't know how many quarrels and quarrels occurred, and how many people's hearts changed. He only knew that two days later, Tisok tried his best to recruit, and gathered 9,000 warriors directly under his command, 4,000 city-state warriors, and 10,000 militiamen.

In the camp, the warriors recharged their batteries and waited to be killed. In the blink of an eye, two days passed.

On this day, Shilot looked into the sky. The midday sun fell on the empty hills, and the autumn wind was chilling. The sun shone down on the thousands of Mexica warriors, with their gleaming sticks. The autumn wind blows, rolls up the withered flowers, and drowns the fragile withered grass, heralding the end of life.

On this sunny day, Avit led 10,000 warriors and waited quietly before the camp. Eight thousand militiamen were stationed in the camp.

After a long time, the two king flags finally appeared in the eyes of the Mexica warriors at the same time. Two mighty armies, two sacred flags, two brothers of compatriots, who have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and experienced ups and downs of people's hearts, are now only a few hundred meters apart.

At this moment, they looked at each other from a distance, their hearts were tumbling, and their murderous intentions were rising.

King to King! The kingship of Mexica has always been passed down through blood and fire!

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