Aztec Eternals

Xiulot stood quietly, his thoughts flocked to the vast world in the dark night with the wind.

Bertard moved forward silently, adding some high-quality charcoal to the campfire. This is the finished product sent by the charcoal yard recently, produced by a new type of charcoal kiln. Soon, the charcoal burned violently, without obvious smoke or sparks.

The warm hot wind hit Xiulot, caressing his strong and long lines, his delicate and handsome face, and his bright and clear eyes. The young man's eyes flickered. He watched the ashes of the charcoal fall naturally like the first snow, like a burning life, leaving an indelible mark in the era.

After watching for a while, Xiulot smiled happily and spoke slowly.

"Bothard, for this expedition, my father is indeed suitable to be the marshal of the army. However, you need to help me command the new army and personal guards. The new army includes the Long Spear Corps who is training, and the Longbow militia who will accept their allegiance tomorrow. The Longbow Guard also has a thousand people, which can be called the Longbow Battalion, and most of them are followers. This is the force I am directly under, and it comes from civilians and civilian warriors. Your prestige is enough to lead them, and I am only willing to hand it over to you!"

Berthard thought for a moment, then knelt down and saluted respectfully. His Highness's followers have been dispersed into three parts: one part joins the new army as the backbone officers who control the legion. Some of them acted as personal guards, accompanying His Highness around. Most of them practiced longbow and became longbow warriors, and the longbow battalion was His Royal Highness's personal guard battalion.

"I am willing to die for you! Under the witness of the soul of the former king, may the newborn sun rise to the sky and rule the world of the Mexica!"

Bertard swears in a low voice, the silence on his face is no longer there, revealing the deep fanaticism. It has been two years since he followed Xiulot, and His Highness has become the sustenance of his spirit and ideals. Regardless of whether the boy is the reincarnation of Montezuma I, he will continue to guard him, waiting for the hopeful tomorrow.

Hulot laughed loudly. He strode forward, stroked Bertard's hair, and then lifted the loyal warrior commander vigorously. Then, the two sat cross-legged relative to each other, discussing personnel appointments.

"Bothard, you need to command the army temporarily, who in the personal guard is suitable to assist you?"

Thinking of the last expedition, Xiulot asked seriously.

The samurai commander's thoughts turned, and many faces flashed through his mind, and finally settled on a simple and simple smiling face.

"Your Highness, Ters is simple-minded and has withstood the test of loyalty. He has known you for a long time, and he has been training in the ranks of followers for several months. He can serve as the adjutant of the personal guard. When I command the army, he can be in charge Your Highness's safety."

Shulot's eyes flickered. He thought of that innocent and joyful face, that simple Quds warrior when he captured the first prisoner. The profound and unforgettable memories of the past struck again, and with the once pure and kind self, complex and inexplicable emotions surged in my chest.

The boy nodded slowly, hiding the past in his heart again.

"Very good! Let Tells meet with me in two days to see how he has changed."

Bertard bowed his head. Immediately, he thought for a moment and asked aloud.

"Your Highness, the Lance Corps is the complete Hikipili, with 8,000 people. You promised the position of Ezpan's deputy commander. After all, he is the commander of the surrendered general. Who do you want?"

Hearing this, Xiulot thought carefully.

"The Pike Corps is a civilian army, and has a lot of new tactics. There are only two people who have the experience to command the army, have the ability to do well in this position, and have the prestige to suppress officers at all levels, the monkey Kuluka or the poet Bara Mo."

Bertard nodded lightly. He listened to His Highness's words and judged the status of each general in His Highness's heart.

"Both of them are of civilian origin, and they can both be supported by warriors and militiamen. As for who to choose?"

Shulot pondered for a moment. He recalled the degree of loyalty between the two of them. The poet made poems to praise himself, but he did not prove his heart. But the monkey is always busy, taking risks to buy copper mines, and even caught a little golden eagle for him.

Thinking of this, Xiulot made a decision.

"Send an envoy to recall Kuluka. He has been successful in transporting the copper back to the mine, and will officially serve as the commander of the Long Spear Corps! Let Ezpan cooperate with the monkeys to train the legion until September, and then join the North Route Army."

Bertard took out a pen and paper, and wrote down His Highness's appointment. Then, he quickly drew a letter of appointment with words and pictures, and presented it to His Highness. Xiulot took out the jade seal with his name engraved on it, marked it on the appointment letter, and attached a jade talisman representing His Highness. The warrior chief took out a cotton bag, packed the letter of appointment and the jade talisman, and handed it over to the messenger tomorrow.

In this age of grammatical inception, all regulations are so simple and direct. The army representing power is more identified with the generals and personal authority, rather than the appointment and letter of the central.

"Your Highness, what about General Barda?"

Bertard asked again.

Xiulot has already made a decision. He smiled.

"Barda, I will take it away. For this expedition, Avit promised to give me thousands of warriors directly under the royal family. These troops came from the capital. Commander Barda, he also has enough ability and prestige to suppress military nobles.

In fact, I once asked him, but he didn't like the fighting power of the civilian army, and he was more willing to command thousands of warriors. With such a mentality, it is difficult to lead the Long Spear Corps well, so it's better to be so convenient! "

Hearing His Highness's comment, Bertard shook his head secretly. General Barda presided over the training of the new army and actually took the lead. This time, he passed by the position of regiment commander, and the future may be much rougher.

"Your Highness, how many troops will the North Route Army have on this expedition? Where will the logistics be shipped from?"

Bertard looked at the young man, March is coming to an end, and April will be in a blink of an eye. Spring plowing is not far away, and the advance army is about to set off.

Shulot thought for a moment. He discussed with his grandfather several times and made arrangements for the follow-up plan.

"This time, the army of the North Route Army is divided into four parts. The first is the new army and the guards. There are about 10,000 people. I will hand it over to you and the monkey commander. The second is the support of the family, at least 4,000 Teotihuacan warriors. , the commander should be Teacher Olosh. There are more than 2,000 temple guards, which are expected to be handed over to the experienced old warrior Etalik, and his current position will be taken over by Elvi. At the same time, there will be a group of priests accompanying the army group.

Next is the samurai in the capital city. Avit will give me a legion, which is estimated to be around 8,000 people. Last time, the great nobles were all imprisoned and unable to participate in the military discussion. This time, there will definitely be great nobles from the capital to fight, and each of them will command a part with Barda to restrict the military power.

Finally, the northern city-states. According to a recent reply, General Othelor is willing to lend the Otomi Legion, while deliberately keeping a distance from the family. This time leading the dispatch army to set off, the first task is to meet with the northern general and recruit a group of Chichimek dog descendants. Since Paramo stayed in the north for a long time, let him command the Otomi warriors and the hounds.

The rest of the northern city-states can also produce thousands of warriors and militiamen, the exact number is undetermined. As for the logistics, most of them come from the capital city in the lake, and the holy city will also supply some. The western city-states are only supplementary and cannot be relied upon. "

Bertard silently calculated that the combined number of warriors and regular legions is more than 30,000, and the number of auxiliary militia and navy will also be in this number. Even the Northern Division will have at least 60,000 troops. Thinking of this, the vicissitudes of the samurai commander smiled emotionally, it is really an extremely powerful alliance!

Shulot also calculated the approximate military strength. His face was calm, and there was burning desire in his eyes. He hopes to have more troops in his hands and occupy more terrain and military power. Fighting on the battlefield is to win the few with the many, and defeat the weak with the strong. Those who are good fighters have no great achievements. Avit also taught him that those who really know how to fight use packs of wolves to bite the deer, and when the enemy can be defeated, they will win the victory they deserve!

"I need more warriors. This depends on the support of city-states everywhere, and promises and prices must be paid."

Shulot thought secretly. He looked at the charcoal gradually burning in the campfire and shook his head slightly. There are still many charcoal heads remaining in the brazier, just like the city-states in various places in the alliance.

The night was dark, the moonlight fell from the zenith, and the two stopped talking. The boy was a little tired, he waved his hand to the warrior commander, and fell asleep under the moonlight.

The loyal warrior commander walked out of the big tent, gave some instructions to the surrounding guards, and then returned to His Highness again. The vicissitudes of life warrior stared at the young man for a moment, then sat by the campfire with his eyes slightly closed, waiting for the dawn in the darkness of night.

Nothing to say all night. In the early morning of the second day, Xiulot woke up in the rising sun. Berthard had already prepared cold water, and the boy continued to train his will, and then completed his training in martial arts as usual. He has been in the barracks for a full month, and his daily routine is extremely regular. Except for the occasional return to the capital, the rest of the time is spent training others and enriching self-training, and even Alyssa has no time to visit.

After breakfast, Shulot called Balda and Ezpan. Balda was the first to enter the account, and the two exchanged briefly for a while, then the fierce eagle warrior smiled and nodded in agreement, bowed respectfully and withdrew. Ezpan looked at the beaming head training officer curiously, not knowing what new position he had. Ezpan was then called in as well.

For the surrendered general who had high hopes, Shulot first comforted him with kind words and told him that the follow-up army commander would be Kuluka. Then, His Highness solemnly ordered, and put forward strict assessment standards for the Long Spear Corps. After some carrots and sticks, Ezpan was trembling, leaving with sweat on his brow.

After dealing with the follow-up in the camp, Shulot looked up again and saw that the sun was almost noon. He briefly ate his lunch, then waved vigorously.

"Go to the Longbow camp and meet hunters from all over the place."

Under the protection of two hundred guards, Shulot left the camp of the Lancer Corps and went straight to the west.

The Longbow camp was set up in the western mountains away from the crowds, not far from the holy mountain of Estella, which is close to the capital city in the lake. The holy mountain of Estella is one of the most sacred places in mythology and religion. It is tens of miles west of the capital, and it is set as a forbidden area for the alliance at the same time as the underground holy lake.

The Sacred Mountain of Estella also symbolizes the Snake Mountain of the Lord God. At its highest peak, there is a temple of the sun, which is lit with a raging holy fire. At the end of every 52 years of reincarnation, the most honorable priest leaders will hold a fire ceremony here to re-promote the world and turn to the next reincarnation. After the Reformation, it was also set as the original temple of the Lord God, and it is an important religious sanctuary, which is regularly worshiped by priests and believers.

For the royal family and nobles of the alliance, the holy mountain is a resort and leisure center with a pleasant environment, and it is also a blessed place full of gods. It is located in volcanic mountains with abundant geothermal heat, and the climate is warm all year round. On the fertile volcanic ash near the holy mountain, various beautiful tropical flowers are planted, as well as cocoa trees that can be seen everywhere. At the foot of the holy mountain, there are several warm and comfortable geothermal hot springs.

It is a slightly cold winter day, and you can often see large groups of pedestrians in gorgeous clothes on the road. The nobles brought their families and servants, and under the guard of private soldiers, they went to the holy mountain temple to pray one after another. They seek spiritual comfort there, and enjoy the beautiful mountains and forests like spring.

Shulot stood in the forest and looked in the direction of the holy mountain. After several months of busy work, he has never been to the holy mountain for vacation, and he does not know when the next time he will be free. Maybe you can take the lovely Alyssa and enjoy the natural hot spring together.

Shulot longed for a moment, then put on the cloak again. He led the guards in a low-key manner, left the main road with more traffic, turned southwest, and headed for the Longbow camp deep in the forest.

When the sun slanted westward, Shulot finally stepped into the Longbow camp. This is a large wooden village with a long history. It was built in the early days of the rise of the Mexica and was once stationed with heavy troops. And when the Tepanek people in the west were finally completely conquered, it gradually fell into disrepair.

At this time, with the entry of warriors and militiamen, the wooden village became noisy again. Hundreds of longbow warriors were stationed on the walls of the stronghold, heavily guarded and vigilant. The guards carefully checked Shulot's identity jade talisman, and when they saw His Highness's familiar and kind face, they shouted with joy.

After a while, hundreds of warriors came out of the camp one after another. Most of these warriors who came from followers prostrated themselves on the ground, paying homage to His Highness, offering the most thorough loyalty.

Shulot smiled from the bottom of his heart. He took off his marching cloak, handed it to the warrior commander, and then strode forward to lift up these loyal followers one by one. From time to time, the boy called out the names of those he knew well, and sometimes asked them about the progress of their homework with a smile.

Seeing this, Xiulot laughed, patted the shoulders of the warriors in the front row, and told them to study hard. Then, he strode into the wooden village. In the wooden village is a dense camp and a wide school field. Most of the school grounds have been converted into shooting ranges, with wooden targets of different distances inserted, and many wooden targets are newly inserted with wooden arrows that have just been shot.

The young man observed the distribution of arrows on the wooden target, smiled and nodded slightly. Then, he looked towards the center of the school field, where thousands of hunters were kneeling densely. These hunters are simply dressed, many with only a single robe. And on the sides and rear, there are many bare-chested tribesmen with a long cloth wrapped around their waists.

Following the arrival of His Highness, the longbow warriors shouted loudly at the commander, and the originally noisy camp quickly fell silent. At this moment, thousands of people knelt and bowed their heads in order, and the already solemn needle drop could be heard. Shulot looked at the flagpole on the top of the wall, where more than a dozen heads were hanging, and he knew it.

Shulot looked at Berthard with a smile.

"Who is in charge of the camp here?"

Berthard thought for a while, and answered with a smile.

"Not long after he was settled here, Toltek temporarily served as the manager of the camp. He was a warrior from a commoner background, and he was also the earliest follower. He later joined the Longbow Guard and has excellent archery skills."

Hearing this, Shulot recalled a young man who was studying writing with a frowning face, and laughed again.

"Call him forward!"

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