Aztec Eternals

The bonfire was blazing, dispelling the chill of the night, and turning the faces of the generals red. These calm faces carry the fierceness after a fight, the high spirits after a great victory, and the joy of celebration; they are also mixed with different emotions of obvious closeness or secret estrangement.

It is now halfway through February, and the army has been fighting for nearly a year. Shulot led the Northern Army and achieved successive victories. The generals gathered from all over the world, followed the banner of the black wolf, surrounded His Highness, and formed a powerful army. They worked hard in the victorious collective, and gradually approached each other, differentiating the prototypes of different factions.

At this time, following His Highness's words, all the generals watched together, examining the two Tarasco generals in the big tent.

Ezpan bowed his head to salute His Royal Highness, freed from embarrassment. He walked a few steps, came to Horta, smiled happily, and raised his wine glass in greeting.

"Patriarch Sky, congratulations for your joining! I have heard of the prestige of the Sky Family since I was a child, as if flying high above the clouds. I am very moved and overjoyed to meet you here today!"

Hearing this, Horta smiled and bowed his head solemnly in return. He is still too young and has never experienced life at the bottom, so he cannot distinguish the complex emotions in these words, but he just said it sincerely.

"Thank you for your congratulations, General Ezpan! You are so good at fighting, which glorious family do you come from? Please stay close to each other in the future and give us more advice!"

Seeing Horta's overtures, Ezpan felt happy, yet complicated. A few years ago, he was just an ordinary militia captain, as humble as a weed lying on the ground. In the kingdom of Tarasco with heavier bloodlines, he is doomed to struggle in the mud all his life, with no hope of success! The nobles of Tarasco are high above, as far away as the sky, and never look at themselves directly. And at this time, Patriarch who is as noble as the sky wants to bow his head in front of him and smile to please him!

Ezpan looked at His Highness, and His Highness also watched with a smile. With a surge in his heart, he once again faced His Highness and saluted deeply from the bottom of his heart. Then, he stood on the spot, looked at the young Horta, and gradually straightened his back. The ordinary resentment of more than ten years suddenly dissipated, and a higher desire sprouted in his heart.

He thought for a moment, reorganized the language, and spoke with a calm smile.

"I was born in a commoner family, and it is only by loyally following His Highness that I have achieved today's glory. Master of the sky, following His wise Highness will be the most correct choice in your life! Let us praise the Lord God, and praise the brave and wise Oanda General, he will ascend to the Kingdom of the Lord God!"

Then, Ezpan raised the wine glass with his left hand with only four fingers, touched Horta heavily, and said meaningfully.

"Chapala's Sky Horta, looking at the origin of my hometown, I have two sentences for you as a guideline for your actions. Following the great His Highness is like following the newborn sun; believing in the supreme Lord God is like believing in The sun shines brightly. Loyalty and devotion are our only way and a shortcut to the light!"

Horta was stunned for a moment, looking at the confident and majestic General Ezpan, and at the spine that had straightened up at some point, as if he saw with his own eyes that the weeds had grown into cocoa. After a long while, he thanked in a hurry and drank the wine.

Shulot saw everything in his eyes. He nodded with a smile and patted Ezpan on the shoulder. The Mexica legions were able to conquer the lands of Tarasco, but to establish a truly effective rule, local heroes had to be recruited. He will treat everyone equally and fairly to the greatest extent, and provide a rising path of continuous integration.

Afterwards, all the generals stepped forward one after another to have a drink with Horta. But after a while, the young Patriarch became drunk and his mind was dizzy. His Highness seemed to ask some more questions, but he answered them all truthfully, and finally took advantage of the situation and passed out drunk at the banquet.

Shulot waved his hand, and two guards stepped forward to take Horta to a corner to rest. The meritorious deeds in the big tent are still going on. The young commander summoned the commanders of the warrior battalions, and praised the longbow guards, the royal archers, and the crossbowmen from the temple guard. The 3,000 shooting corps had only one or two hundred casualties, but they poured out tens of thousands of feather arrows. They shot and killed thousands of samurai militiamen, completely defeating the militia corps in front!

"The crossbowman is the advantage of the alliance! It's just that the consumption of arrows is really huge, and the logistical pressure is as heavy as a mountain. The arrows accumulated for several months were exhausted in the First World War, and there are very few left. The production cost of these arrows, even Higher than gunpowder bullets!"

Shulot pondered, feeling a little headache. War is endless consumption, life and wealth are burned rapidly in the flames of war. After this battle, the legion needs to recover and recover, the prisoners need to be trained and dealt with, and the logistics need to wait for transportation.

"Let's leave all these complicated affairs to my father!"

Thinking of relying on the rear, the young commander smiled relaxedly. He smiled and waved, calling the noble generals of the western city-states to him, and praised them loudly.

"The western city-state legion defeated the militia on the periphery of the enemy army and assisted the attack on the two wings. You have also made great achievements! You have proved your bravery and the glory of the family! The God of War will bless you!"

Hearing His Highness's praise, the nobles of Western States held their heads high and their spirits high. In this battle, they first faced the enemy militia, killed and captured many people, and then pursued the enemy's logistics and seized a lot of property. There were four thousand well-equipped city-state warriors, but four to five hundred casualties, most of them minor injuries.

Even in the commander's tent, nobles everywhere still feel good. They slapped their bare chests hard and fought each other, boasting in low voices of their valor.

With a smile on his face, Xiulot looked around at the nobles in front of him. Everyone also smiled and saluted loudly, congratulating His Highness on his victory.

"True bravery does not lie in the samurai who kills the enemy alone, but in the soul bestowed by the gods! A brave soul is never blind. It can detect changes in the battlefield and contribute to the overall situation of the war among thousands of armies. Remember, the bravery of one person is just a low hill by the lake, but the bravery of an army is the holy mountain standing on the plateau!"

The young commander-in-chief put away his smile, and changed his words, hinting at wind and thunder. His eyes were stern, sweeping across the faces of the city-state nobles, his right hand held down the long dagger at his waist. The nobles felt a chill in their hearts, they obediently kept silent and lowered their heads, like a pack of wolves facing a wolf king.

The awe-inspiring gaze didn't last long. The majestic Highness just hit the nobles of the city-state a little, and gave a little warning, and laughed again.

"In this battle, the most valiant of the city-state legions was the mountain family from Trokan! They only had hundreds of people, but they were able to muster up the courage to chase down the thousands of feathered legions! They defeated the chapala nobles in the rear , captured the noble banner! Come, step forward, Commander of the Mountain Clan. Come and accept this heroic honor!"

After finally hearing His Highness's award, the young Izel blushed and was extremely excited. He strode forward and knelt down in front of His Highness.

"Honorable Highness, the Shanluan family is willing to fight for the Lord God, fight for the alliance, and die for His Highness!"

Shulot carefully looked at Izel who came out, slightly puzzled. This does not match the commander in chief of the mountain in his memory.

"Heroic warrior, are you the commander of the Shanshan family? Tell me your name!"

"Izel, Izel of the Shanshan family! I am the successor commander of the Shanshan family. My elder brother died bravely in the battle just now, and went to the Kingdom of God with glory!"

Izel suppressed her emotions and tried to show sadness and yearning.

Hearing this, the young commander nodded in understanding.

"Izel, 'dark eyes, face that cannot be seen clearly'. This is a very beautiful name. Are you the bastard of the mountain family?"

The Shanlan family is named after the sacred mountain in the west, claiming to be the descendants of the mother of the earth, and it is absolutely impossible to give such a name to the direct heir.

Hearing His Highness's question, Izel suddenly became a little nervous. Uneasy in his heart, he replied in a low voice.

"Yes, Your Highness. My mother is a commoner. I will take over the banner of the mountains, fight bravely, and follow you faithfully!"

Shulot stared at the young man kneeling at his feet. He saw such a familiar light in the other person's eyes, it was a desire from the heart.

Dark eyes, invisible face Trokanbang is located in the west of the Valley of Mexico, the location is crucial, it is the place where the Leman River first flows five hundred.

Xiulot's thoughts turned, and he made a decision after a while! With a gentle smile on his face, he patted Izel's shoulder affectionately.

"A true warrior, regardless of origin, will honor the entire family! Izel, like you, my mother is also a commoner. In today's battle, you have proved yourself! Judging the situation and pursuing accurately, you have the wisdom Eyes, but also a brave heart!"

The young commander had a smile in his eyes. As the commander who has an overview of the overall situation, he naturally knows that Izel's pursuit is "appropriate". This is a flexible family bastard, and he does not lack the courage to change his destiny.

"Then, I will give you this chance!"

Xiuluo made up his mind and laughed loudly. He took off the obsidian dagger from his waist, and handed it to the kneeling Izel, as if he was handing out a slate of fate.

"Military merit is the most important in the alliance, and I like warriors the most! Ezel, you have the bravery of thousands of armies. I will give you the weapons you carry with you as proof of your honor!"

Hearing His Highness's words, Izel raised his head in disbelief, and looked at the honorable man who stretched out his arms. Trembling, he took the dagger and clenched it with both hands. Then, the young warrior bowed his head obediently, let His Highness's palm fall on his hair, and performed a salute of allegiance.

"Your Highness, you are the dazzling sun shining on the sky of Tarasco! I will lead the warriors of the Mountain Family and follow you to the death!"

The young commander naturally shook the young warrior's hair and said softly with a smile.

"The sun not only shines on the sky, but also on the holy mountains in the west. Prove your loyalty and bravery, and you will get everything you desire!"

Then, Shulot looked around at the generals and spoke in a deep voice.

"The Lord God blesses the warriors, and the alliance is headed by military merit! As long as you make military exploits, the bastard can inherit the family. As long as you kill the enemy bravely, the militiamen can be promoted to warriors, and warriors can be promoted to nobles! And the achievements of destroying the country can be crowned kings!"

Having said that, Shulot paused for a moment. With a solemn expression, he watched every general in the tent, and spoke word by word.

"Whether it's royal warriors or city-state warriors; whether it's spear militias or tribal hunters; whether it's the Mexica Legion, the Otomi Legion, or the surrendered Tarasco Legion! You are all my warriors, my generals !The light of the Lord God shines on His people, and the foundation of the alliance is promoted with military merit. I will treat everyone equally and give each of you a chance!"

The young commander looked at the generals, paused for a while on the faces of Natalie and Ezpan, and finally landed on Horta who was pretending to be asleep.

"Remember, loyalty and devotion are the only way. Ability and merit determine how far you can go! All the generals will work together to capture the king's capital in the south and conquer the Kingdom of Tarasco. I will be the king here, and You share it!"

The calm words came from His Highness's mouth, but they were like thunder falling from the sky. The minds of the generals in the big tent went blank. Even though such rumors had already spread, everyone was still shocked. After a while, "Monkey" Kuluka and the veteran Etalik looked at each other and congratulated each other.

"Destroy the country and become the king, congratulations to the Lord!"

"The sun rises to the middle of the sky, and the light shines on the land in the lake!"

Afterwards, the generals who reacted bowed their heads one after another, expressing their determination one after another.

"Conquer Qincongcan City and slaughter the royal family of Tarasco! The hummingbirds in the holy city should be established in the land of hummingbirds!"

This is the fierce jaguar, Olosh.

"The glory of the Lord God should shine on the land of the alien gods, and bring light to every citizen in darkness!"

This is the devout Blessed Captain, Natalie.

"Follow the newborn sun, let all Prepeca people bathe in the light of His Highness, and walk on the broad road!"

This is the loyal surrender, Ezpan.

"Wish to be His Highness's eyes, stay on the mountains in the west, and look towards the east where the sun rises!"

This is the young samurai beside him, Izel.

Shulot tilted his head slightly, looked at Izel, and showed a satisfied smile. And out of his line of sight, Horta was lying on the table, his expression complicated and changing, and he murmured softly.

"The old sun sets, the kingdom falls. I only want to keep my hometown and let the sky return to the lake."

After the excited cheers, it was a hearty drink. All the generals let go of their hearts, shouted loudly, and drank each other into a ball. When the wine is in full swing, some warriors will perform lively war dances and recite traditional poems.

"Life is about dancing and fighting! Watch the spring flowers bloom and the autumn leaves wither. The life and death of a warrior is but a moment, but the glory on the battlefield is eternal!"

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, someone sang the sacrificial rites to the gods, which coincided with poetry.

"Only the stars shine in the night sky. Only the moon spreads the darkness. Only the sun shines!

Enlighten the star of the east, I follow your direction and look for the trajectory of new life.

The moon that covers the sky, I fear your power and submit to the fate of death.

And the sun that illuminates the world, you are everything in my heart, you decide to be born, and you decide to die!

Praise be to you, god of birth and death, Shulotel! .”

All the generals held military meetings all night and drank happily all night. Xiulot was pleased and tasted the wine of victory. He was half-drunk and half-awake, leaning against the main seat, looking at the ventilated skylight on the top of the tent. The starlight and moonlight are gradually dimming, and the morning sun rises silently, piercing the vast night sky. Outside the big tent, it is the end of the night and the dawn of the sky.

Ah, the new year is here, I am very happy and busy. The author Jun salutes everyone, wishing everyone a happy Chinese New Year and everything goes well!