Aztec Eternals

The wind is sunny and cloudless, and the capital city in the lake is shining with dazzling whiteness. A gust of wind blows, sparkling waves appear on Lake Texcoco.

In the southeast of the Great Lake, dozens of small and large boats lined up and shuttled, surrounding seven or eight small boats. An extraordinarily gorgeous big boat was in the center of the fleet, and a brightly colored commander's banner was erected. On both sides of the big flag, the guards waved the small flags of order, and the fleet moved accordingly, like their arms and fingers.

Following the order, the sailors paddled their oars, approached the besieged boat, and turned over the ship's side. Then, the warriors raised their longbows, put on rockets to aim, and were ready to go.

On the gorgeous big boat, Avit and Xiulot sat cross-legged on the bow, watching the drill of the navy. Surrounded by cronies, the two sat down close to each other, chatted with a smile, and enjoyed the rare comfort. At this time and place, there are only teachers and students and friends, and there are no factional monarchs and ministers.

Avet wore a comfortable samurai uniform and a breathable rattan helmet, showing some ease and convenience. He carefully looked at the rocket in the warrior's hand, pondered the paper ball behind the arrow, and asked with great interest.

"Sholot, is this the surprise you said?"

Shulot nodded with a smile.

"Teacher, don't worry. Let's see the effect of the rocket!"

Avit nodded. He raised his hand, pointed forward vigorously, and waved down again. The guard behind him immediately waved the small red flag, and then pointed to the boat ahead with the tip of the flag.

The sailors lighted the fire and carefully ignited the rocket's fuse. The longbow warriors fixed their gazes and shot out the rocket with a "swoosh". In an instant, hundreds of vertical rockets arced across the sky, flew over a distance of more than 50 meters, and accurately shot at the empty boat. The long arrow pierced through the air, accompanied by a continuous "chug..." sound. Some of these arrows were stuck in the center of the boat, many were nailed to the outside of the boat, and many fell into the water beside the boat.

The rocket stagnated silently for two seconds, burning darkly inside. Seeing this, Avit smiled lightly. He looked at the young man, and before he could speak, dozens of dazzling bright yellow flames suddenly burst out from his eyes, and there was a continuous sound of "cracking..." in his ears.

Fierce flames rose from inside and outside the boat, and the temperature rose rapidly. In just a few breaths, seven or eight small boats were ignited, as if entering the kingdom of Vulcan. Thick black smoke billowed in, carrying a pungent volcanic smell.

Avitt paled in shock. The expression on his face lost control again for a few seconds. Afterwards, he lowered his head slightly, saw the burning rocket floating on the water, and let out a real surprise.

"Lord God! Shulot, is this the gunpowder you are talking about? The fire burning in the water!"

Shulot laughed. He looked at the teacher's shocked expression and nodded in satisfaction.

"Avit, this is gunpowder, a great invention that can change the world!"

The king's face quickly calmed down. He thought for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

"Very good! With this item, the Tarasco's navy can only stay away. The alliance's western expedition is a little more sure!"

Shulot pondered for a moment and suggested.

"Teacher, this kind of weapon is not impossible to restrain. As long as the opponent has seen it, he can gradually adapt to it. If you prepare the sand to put out the fire in advance and press the shields on both sides of the ship, the power of the longitudinal rocket will be greatly reduced. Therefore, these rockets must Store up first and not send out, and wait until the main naval forces of the two sides are in a decisive battle, and then defeat the enemy in one fell swoop!"

Hearing this, Avit smiled again. He patted the student's shoulder appreciatively.

"Sholot, you are right! Tarasco's navy is concentrated in the Leman River Basin. I will hand over the main force of the alliance's navy to your Northern Route Army. You must have a big victory!"

Shulot's face was serious, and he bowed his head respectfully.

"Don't worry, teacher!"

"Okay! Let's go and look at the other weapons you mentioned."

When the flag was rotated, the fleet turned to the south and headed for Tianhuo Island.

Behind the big boat, Gilliam was dressed in a low-key brown robe, watching the burning wooden boat. He looked solemn and sighed in his heart.

Seeing the power of the vertical rocket, he was shocked beyond words for a moment, and his thoughts ran like electricity. As smart as he is, he can instantly judge the advantages of the Northern Route Army's Western Expedition, and the prestige that His Highness may build. This kind of military affairs, he cannot be damaged by factional disputes.

What worried the intelligence officer even more was the king's trust in Shulot.

"Since the New Year's date, the princess has fallen in love with His Highness, and she often mentions it in her mouth. The king was influenced by the princess, and he got close again. Letting go of his guard against entrusting foreign feudal vassals has shaken His Highness's power is getting stronger and stronger!"

While thinking about it, the big boat was shaken suddenly and stopped slowly. Immediately, Gilliam got up solemnly, followed the king and the warriors, and boarded the smoky Skyfire Island.

Xiulot was in high spirits. He confidently introduced to the teacher the scenes of boiling salt water all over Tianhuo Island, and Esco bowed and followed behind.

Avet looked around, skipping the teams of busy salt workers, looking at the distinct salt ponds and mounds, his eyes flickering. He followed in the boy's footsteps all the way to the center of the island, where gunpowder weapons were tested.

Soon, the explosion of "Boom! Boom! Boom!." sounded again. This time, the fuse of Tribulus Tao was deliberately lengthened to avoid the danger of throwing. Watching the explosion of Tribulus terrestris, Avet looked serious, while the king's guards lost their composure in panic.

And when the terrifying roar of the wooden cannon sounded, Avet opened his mouth wide and let out an unbelievable murmur.

"The supreme god! Is this a human weapon? It's so terrifying!"

Behind the king, the warriors of the guards prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling with fear, praying loudly to the mythical monster in their minds. On the last side, the always steadfast intelligence officer also plopped to his knees. His eyes were confused, he doubted his belief for the first time, and suddenly he was in awe of His Highness's origin.

Shulot smiled slightly. These epoch-making weapons are about to be manufactured on a large scale, so naturally there is no way to hide them. So he took the initiative to show Avitt, and also hoped to get more craftsmen from the alliance to increase the production of gunpowder weapons.

After a long time, Avitt regained some composure. He pondered for a while, pacing back and forth. Afterwards, the king pressed His Highness's shoulders, and the teacher watched the miraculous student, and spoke slowly with a solemn expression.

"Sholot, my student, you were born extraordinary! This is a myth created by you, and I should have let you control everything. But these weapons are too amazing. I will send some warriors and craftsmen to assist in the management and manufacture, and then Completely block and separate this place as the highest secret of the alliance. My child, don't worry, this place is still up to you!"

Xiulot had expected it. Hearing this, he nodded seriously, saluted on one knee, and responded sincerely.

"At your will, my king! This is not mine, it belongs to the Alliance!"

There was a gratified light in Avit's eyes. He took two steps forward and lifted the young man up. Then, the king raised His Highness's hand and announced in a deep voice in front of everyone.

"This place belongs to the alliance, and the alliance belongs to you and me!"

Hearing the king's declaration, Gilliam's eyes contracted violently. The intelligence officer thought quickly, suffering from insufficient information, and couldn't think about it for a while. Then, with a flash of light in his eyes, he took a few steps back silently, stepping on the shadows of the crowd and the building, and disappeared naturally.

In the center of the guards, Avette kindly pulled Shulot, and sat cross-legged, discussing the tactics of gunpowder weapons.

"Sholot, this pottery thorn has been waiting for too long to explode. If the enemy is prepared, he can kick it away, or even throw it back in reverse. If the enemy knows in advance, it is likely to send stragglers to charge and kill Throwing militia."

Avit pondered how to deal with it, assuming he was facing such a weapon.

"Yes, teacher. The burning time is determined by the fuse, and it is very unstable at present. Cutting the fuse may explode in advance. It is more restricted to use in field battles. This weapon is more used for siege warfare and bombardment." A densely defended enemy."

Xiulot was amazed at Avette's adaptability and admired in his heart.

"Since this is the case, I would rather take the risk to shorten it than reduce the lethal effect." Avet decided coldly.

"Is the power of this gunpowder strictly related to the weight?"

Shulot nodded slightly.

"One is the weight and purity of the black powder, and the other is the airtightness of the ignition environment. The more weight, the higher the purity, and the better the airtightness, the better the explosion effect. In the closed underground, tens of thousands of catties of black powder Seal it with a wooden box and ignite it, and the city wall at the top can be completely blown down. This will open a gap of several meters or even more than ten meters, allowing the warriors to break through the city directly!"

Hearing this, Avit's eyes lit up. He believed in Xiulot's conclusion, and looked at the students happily.

"You mean"

"Yes, teacher."

The two looked at each other, looked at each other and laughed.

After laughing for a moment, Xiulot continued excitedly.

"Avit, we can also use a large canoe to load a large amount of gunpowder, sail towards the enemy's fleet, and then ignite it into a fireboat, igniting the opponent's big ship!"

Arvette smiled slightly and shook his head.

"Sholot, the big boat is already the biggest ship, and there are only more than 300 ships in the alliance. The Maya's galleys are only a little bigger. How can there be a boat worth burning with a big boat?!"

Hearing this, Xiulot smiled without saying a word. He secretly made up his mind, this is a gift for explorers!

Avit looked around. His gaze skipped over the stewards standing there, and he landed on the huge wooden cannon, and asked loudly.

"Sholot, this wooden cannon is amazing and can roar like thunder. Did you give it a name?"

Shulot was slightly taken aback, and answered simply.

"If it's made of pine, it's called a pine cannon. If it's made of elm, it's called an elm cannon."

Avit laughed. He shook his head gently and rubbed the student's head affectionately.

"Since it can make a sound like thunder, why not call it Thor's Tlaloc Cannon! The character for Cannon you created is very interesting, and the pronunciation is short and powerful."

Xiulot thought for a while, the name Thor was used for wooden cannons, it was too exaggerated. He opened his mouth to propose.

"The main god is promoted to the highest level, and the gods belong to the subordinate. It is better to remove the title of Thor, and simplify the name of the god, and call it Trak Cannon!"

Avitt nodded in agreement, and the two continued to freely decide the future of the alliance.

At some point, Gilliam appeared again. He looked at Talea who was standing behind Shulot, and smiled meaningfully.

The sun was setting, and Avitt had other things, and he couldn't stay for long. he said with a smile.

"Sholot, let the person in charge and craftsmen who study these weapons come forward, I will reward them well and give them enviable rewards!"

Xiuluo nodded, and let Talea and the craftsmen come forward together.

Avet glanced over and was slightly taken aback when he saw the young potter girl. This is, a guard came on order, saluted the king, and then whispered a message. The king's eyes suddenly turned cold. He looked at Talea coldly, killing intent flashed away.

Xiulot has been paying attention to Avette. He couldn't be more sensitive to the teacher's emotional changes, and at this moment he suddenly felt cold. The young man thought for a while, then took a few steps forward and stood beside Avit.

The king announced the reward with a calm face, and the craftsmen knelt and thanked each other, until the last potter girl.

"Talaia, you have made great achievements in researching gunpowder! I will reward you with the position of military nobleman. The crafting center in the capital lacks gunpowder craftsmen like you, so I will appoint you as the gunpowder director of the crafting center, in charge of the deployment of gunpowder for the army! It is an important job in the military industry, and it is under the jurisdiction of the military law. You need to be careful and not delay!"

Hearing this, Xiulot felt bad. He looked at Talea's suddenly pale face, gritted his teeth, and took a step.

"Dear King, Talea is one of my most capable subordinates, and the work here cannot be done without her."

Avit narrowed his eyes. He looked at the young man who stood out, his eyes became colder and colder.

"Since this is the case, I will not forcefully recruit your capable subordinates. But meritorious service must be rewarded!"

Afterwards, the king stared at Talea, his stern eyes were like a heavy mountain, pressing on the girl's shoulders.

"Talaia, you are born as a commoner, and you have reached the age of marriage at the age of sixteen. There are several royal and noble youths in my family, who are handsome and unmarried. I will allow you to choose one and let you be the first wife, how about it!"

Hearing the king's words, Talea was struck hard. She staggered back two steps, her eyes filled with crystal clear despair.

Shulot lowered his eyes slightly and sighed inwardly. He couldn't just give up Talea and let her face the king's wrath alone, so he could only stand up now. When the boy opened his eyes again, he had already made a decision. He took two steps firmly, with his tall body standing in front of the powerless girl, he lowered his head and replied in a low voice.

"My lord, Talea is my personal maid. Her marriage should be decided by me."

Looking at the highly respected student in front of him, the anger in Avit's heart burst out. He took a step, stared into the boy's eyes, and suddenly shouted angrily.

"Sholot, get out of the way! How dare you do that!"

Shulot didn't move. He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then looked at the king sincerely.

"Avit, believe me. Alyssa is the person I love the most, the softest part of my heart. I will take good care of her and never let her be wronged. I swear by the spirit of the ancestors! And Talea, I I just don't want her to marry someone else."

Hearing Shulot's promise, Avit was startled. He carefully observed the boy, his growing silhouette, his calm expression, and his sincere eyes. The anger on his face gradually calmed down, and his expression changed slightly.

Not far away, Gilliam sighed softly, and then smiled again.

After a long silence, Avit stretched out his hand, hanging in the air in front of him.

Seeing this familiar movement, Shulot knelt down on one knee, lowered his head, and let the king hold his hair.

Avette paused for a while, then stroked Shulot's head, and said word by word.

"Sholot, my son-in-law, remember your promise!"

After speaking, the king didn't stay any longer, but turned around and left.

Shulot maintained a kneeling posture. He raised his head, watched the magnificent boat drift away, and the king's banner slowly disappeared, and sighed deeply.

Talea could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes. She wept with worry and joy, knelt down on the ground silently, and hugged His Highness's broad back tightly.

After a distance, Bertard let go of the longbow he was holding tightly in his hand, letting it fall to the ground, covered in dust and mud. The vicissitudes of life samurai slapped his forehead with his hands, showing a bit of annoyance, and murmured to the first king.

The breeze blew, bringing the faint voice of the warrior commander.

"There can't be two suns in the sky. The sun belongs to the common people in the fields and workshops. Only the honorable ones who are born common people belong to the common people. Witnessed by the first king, I have never been selfless"

This was the first confrontation between the king and His Highness, and it quietly became invisible in the breeze. Wherever the long wind passes by, nothing seems to have changed, only the sound of the distant wind is left behind.

Let me explain, at this time, the protagonist has complicated feelings for Talea, and there are elements of liking, but it is more of a male authoritarianism, and he does not want her to be disposed of or arranged by the king. The root of the confrontation between the two is the will of the two authorities, which is why Avitt made Shulot kneel and submit again.