Aztec Eternals

In the golden autumn and October, flocks of geese come from the north and land on the sparkling water. The dark clouds fade away with the breeze and melt into the clear sky. The sun is shining, the wind is light and the clouds are light, the birds and beasts are replaced with autumn fluff, and there is a fragrance of fruit in the world. After a final farewell drizzle, the monsoons are over and the corn harvest has begun.

On the banks of the Leman River, the warning bonfire was lit again, and the trusted messenger who was good at running escaped from the river mouth fortress. He headed south from Acambaroban, passing through the short gap where the Mexica were about to encircle, and ran across the overgrown northern fields, and his eyes were full of desolate and murderous opportunities. He kept running, passing through the dense villages of the Patzcuaro Lake District. Looking around, the prosperous scene of the past is no longer there. Women and old people are working hard in the huge farmland with sad faces. In these villages close to the front line, young adults have already been recruited.

The envoy continued southward in silence, and finally came to the capital of the kingdom, the "City of Hummingbirds", Qincongcan, the capital of copper.

There are still young adults working in the farmland outside the city, the huge transport fleet is passing through the lake, and the ruthless grain collection team is scattered from the city gate to various places. He entered through the city, passing through the vaguely bustling capital city market, passing by the huge weapon-making workshop, and looked in awe at the smoky "House of Wind" Yakata. On the sacred pyramid, the priests chanted and danced frantically, and the complicated sacrifices continued day and night.

The messenger showed the letter talisman of the Marshal of the North, and finally arrived at the center of the kingdom, the supreme "Palace of Winds" Yakatas. In front of the solemn chief minister, he knelt on the ground exhausted, conveying the marshal's message word by word.

"Honorable Lord Chief Minister. Floating Mexica rockets on the water. Chapala Legion. Fleeing before fighting. The Northern Marshal's army was defeated."

Then, the messenger prostrated himself on the ground, not daring to look at the cloudy face of the Chief Minister. He gasped for breath and pleaded loudly.

"Chief, the Marshal of the North appeals to the Supreme King for help! The Mexica were as fast as the wind, and 20,000 troops arrived in a few days, and surrounded the fortress at the mouth of the river. The Mexica fleet rushed into the mouth of the river, blocked the water gate, and the support of the fortress was completely cut off. .”

Hearing this, the Chief Minister Jin Jinni frowned, and finally couldn't help but ask aloud.

"The waterway at the mouth of the river is narrow and long, the narrowest point is only 30 meters, and seven or eight large boats can block it. The fortress at the mouth of the river has a towering city wall, and the west wall stands beside the mouth of the river. Archers and catapults stand on the high wall and can suppress the waterway at will. Up and down. As long as hundreds of elite sailors block the waterway and thousands of archers throw stones at the top of the wall, the Mexica will die tens of thousands, and it is impossible to break through the defense line! How can the water gate on the west be blocked?!"

Facing the chief's reprimand, the messenger once again bowed his head deeply. He looked terrified, and explained in a low voice full of fear.

"The marshal was defeated in the water battle. The defeat was so great that he only returned with his body. The main force of the navy was wiped out, and all the large boats were lost. There were only more than 300 small boats left. The enemy's large boats were equipped with wooden shields and wooden sheds to prevent arrows. Carrying a longbow with an extremely long range, and rockets to ignite the boats. Three hundred small boats were killed by enemy ships after blocking for a day."

Hearing this, Jinjinni's chest tightened, and it hurt like a knife. The mighty and vast kingdom's navy, unexpectedly, only these dilapidated boats are left! This is the kingdom's accumulation of decades or even nearly a hundred years, the most powerful navy in the world!

The chief minister's face sank like water, and he remained silent. He felt ruthless in his heart and made a secret decision.

"The sailors who ruined the kingdom should be killed by the Russian faction! When this battle is over, the body of the 'crocodile' will be divided into five parts, sacrificed to the gods, and the fiefdom of the 'crocodile' will be directly subordinated!"

The messenger stole a glance at the chief. He didn't dare to mention in detail how the enemy's large boats equipped with wooden shields and sheds were obtained. He just continued to prostrate himself, carefully responding.

"Dozens of large enemy boats endured the shooting from the top of the city and forcibly rushed through the waterway at the mouth of the river and entered Lake Quetseo. Afterwards, the besieging enemy troops went around to the southwest of the fortress and established a stronghold on the shore of Lake Quetseo. The fleet provides supplies. The Mexica squadron will use this as the center to spy on the coast of Lake Queteo and cut off the water support of the estuary fortress!"

Jin Jinni closed his eyes slightly to calm down. Immediately, he asked in a deep voice.

"Look up at me! How many warriors are there in the Hekou Fortress? How many militiamen? How much food is there? How long is the marshal expected to hold on?!"

The messenger raised his head, met the awe-inspiring gaze of the chief minister, and couldn't help shivering. He answered truthfully, not daring to hide anything.

"The Mexica were coming at such a speed that only one-third of the remaining warriors in the northern line of defense had time to enter the fortress. Now, there are two hundred family warriors left in the hands of the Marshal, and three hundred warriors in the hands of General Cukuna. There are a thousand warriors in the local nobles, a total of fifteen hundred!"

"As for the militia, there were 3,000 Chapala militia stationed in the fortress, and 5,000 newly supported Lake District militiamen. The 2,000 remnant soldiers who escaped during the war, plus the 3,000 militiamen who were urgently transferred from nearby, totaled 13,000 people. !"

".After supporting the fortress, many fortresses in the north are empty of troops. Now there are less than 2,000 local warriors and 12,000 militiamen! The warriors and militiamen have suffered heavy losses, but the original food storage is sufficient. Each fortress has at least half a year's food storage, and the mouth of the river The food in the fortress has a full year!"

The messenger is obviously a close friend of the Marshal of the North, and he knows the military situation everywhere. At this moment, when he talked about everything in detail, one by one, the situation in the north was completely clear. Finally, he kowtowed vigorously and shouted loudly.

"Before leaving, the marshal cut his hands and swore! He will stick to the fortress until the food reserves are completely exhausted, and until the last soldier dies, he swears to live and die with the Hekou Fortress!"

Jin Jinni looked at the envoy carefully for a while, nodded slightly, and then fell into deep thought.

According to the king's request before leaving, he sent 10,000 militiamen from the Lake District to the north for a month, and 5,000 people each from the river mouth fortress and the northern fortress. These urgently recruited ordinary militiamen are not good at field battles, but they can be used to defend the city. The Mexica siege army was no more than 20,000 people. Given the strength of the Hekou Fortress, 1,500 warriors and 13,000 militiamen should be able to hold out for at least half a year!

The problem now is that the north is extremely short of warriors and has lost the ability to fight outside the city. The links between the lines were left to be severed by the Mexica. The fortresses and fortresses fight on their own, and they will fall one by one in the end.

According to his thirty years of experience in leading wars, if he wants to guard the city for a long time, he must have the strength to guard the countryside! Only by having an army of warriors who can fight at any time to attack and attack the enemy's weak points can the enemy's siege be prevented from advancing smoothly. Now, the estuary fortress is unable to support, so it can only support the weak northern fortress group.

Thinking of this, Jin Jinni waved his sleeve and pointed at the messenger.

"Take it down."

The envoy opened his mouth, wanting to say something for the Marshal. The guards have already stepped forward to take the northern envoy away.

Afterwards, the chief minister closed his eyes and frowned, counting with his fingers in his cuffs.

"Since the last time we discussed the war with His Majesty, the Lake District has recruited another 30,000 militiamen. Ten thousand have been sent to the northern front, and 20,000 have been sent to the southern front. Since the start of the war, the Lake District has had 100,000 young men go to war, and nearly half of them have died in battle. !"

Thinking of this, Jinjinni trembled all over. The lake area, the core of the Kingdom's rule, has a population of less than one million. This proportion of young people's requisition is almost devastating to agricultural production. At this rate of consumption, two entire generations are being erased, and at the same time, the future of the kingdom is also being erased!

What makes Jin Jinni even more desperate is that he only has 3,000 warriors in his hands, and he has to continue recruiting strong men to maintain the situation between the north and the south.

The long wind blows into the majestic "Palace of Winds", causing a burst of shrill wind chimes, like an ominous sound of subjugation. The chief minister's fingers trembled violently, and finally he could no longer count. After a long while, he finally opened his eyes suddenly, revealing a cold and seductive gaze, and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Conscript all the young and strong in the lake area, and those who are blocked by nobles will die! Those who are over 14 years old and under 50 years old, and who are half the height of the spear, will be recruited into the army! All strong peasant women who can wield a spear will be recruited into the army. !"

"Assemble a thousand warriors to support the fortresses in the north, and carefully harass the Mexica Northern Army!"

"Send envoys to the west to condolences to the Chapala Legion! Promise the enfeoffment of the prince of the 'Feather' family, and quickly regroup and come to help!"

"Send envoys to the south to the mountainous Wetamobang, order the north to support, and also promise the prince's enfeoffment!"

"Send the envoys of the gods, together with the envoys of Tlaxcala, to escort the ancestors and princesses to the east, and complete the marriage immediately!"

"Send divine envoys to urge the Tekos tribe in the south. The kingdom agrees to their autonomy conditions, but must send more warriors or militiamen. Each ministry is awarded a title according to the number of troops sent, and the one with the most is named Prince Tekos. The supreme royal family will also promise a princess and noble daughter to become a relative with Prince Tekos!"

"Send an envoy in a low-key manner to inform His Majesty on the southern front!"

Following the chief minister's order, the guards took orders and left one after another. Soon, in the majestic palace hall, only the old man in Chinese clothes was left, with a majestic expression and a solemn and silent voice.

Jinjinni was silent for a moment, then slowly took off the feather crown on his head, finally revealing his full head of white hair. He raised his head and looked at the ancient murals on the top of the temple. The family's hummingbirds have accompanied the royal family's eagles, flapping their wings and flying across places, for thirty years.

"Your Majesty, I have served the kings of all ages for thirty years. If this battle is won, I will use my life to be responsible for today's decision!"

As the breeze blew, the old man's white hair was scattered in the wind, and he no longer had awe-inspiring majesty. Immediately, the breeze blew for thousands of miles, and a new round of running messengers set off from the capital again.

The envoys of the royal capital rushed out from the city gate. He saw thousands of recruiting warriors, about to go to the surrounding eighty-one villages, to squeeze out the last manpower in the lake area. Then, he quickly went south, passing through the half-harvested fields of Piaoxiang, and catching up with the group of peasants who were transporting grain. All the way I looked at, there were tired and numb faces. He passed the last of the supporting Lakeland militiamen, unarmored and armed only with stone spears. Soon, the field in front of me became barren again, and this was already the front line of Sitakwarobang.

Without stopping, he passed through the scattered rear camps and headed for the stone fort where the king's flag was flying. He ignored the voiced inquiries of the patrolling warriors and entered the solid bluestone fortress. He passed the loosely disciplined barbarian mercenaries, passed by the spears stationed in formation, and stopped for a while on the school grounds of the fortress. There are hundreds of bow and arrow warriors, who are getting familiar with the huge Mexica longbow, and the sound of feathered arrows breaking through the air is like the howling of beasts.

The messenger lowered his head and continued to move forward quietly. He calmly walked past the well-formed warriors, silently sized up the serious-looking nobles, and finally came to the king's guard holding a big axe, and found a guard captain with feathers on his head.

"A letter from the capital, the goddess of the moon is blessing us."

The envoy of the capital said solemnly.

The captain of the guard tightened his expression. The goddess of the moon, who symbolizes death, is by no means good news! He nodded slightly, turned around and left. After a while, the captain of the guard returned silently and led the messenger to a side hall, where the supreme king was right in front of him.

Then, the captain of the guard turned and left. Not far from the side hall, he heard the king's angry low growl.

"Damn it!"

Then, there was another bang of falling gold and stones. Hearing the voice, the captain of the guard trembled. He didn't dare to look back, quickened his pace, and hurried away from the danger.

In the stone house behind, humming copperware and tinkling gold ornaments rolled together on the masonry floor. King Suangua was dressed in military uniform, gorgeous leather armor inlaid with copper, and an eagle-shaped copper helmet inlaid with feathers on his head, majestic like the incarnation of a god. At this time, with killing intent on his face, he glared at the envoy who was prostrate on the ground.

After a long time, the king calmed down and spoke slowly.

"You are not guilty, it's not you who deserves to be damned! Chief Hummingbird's actions are very safe, and I will endorse his orders afterwards. Go down!"

The messenger just got up from the ground and walked backwards.

There was no one else in the side hall, the young king suddenly pulled out the copper axe, and cut off the wooden table in front of him with one axe. Then, after thinking for a moment, he took the copper ax and went straight to the watchtower at the highest point.

I suffered from a bit of cold while running yesterday, and it was difficult to write with a headache. The author apologizes to everyone. I wrote it for a long time today and divided it into two chapters. This chapter is from yesterday. thanks~