Aztec Eternals

The wind of April set off from the ocean, rustled thousands of miles, and came to the land in the lake of Mikencho. Under the warm sunshine, a light mist rises from the edge of Lake Patzcuaro, and there is a moist breath in the air. The pines and cypresses by the water are fluttering in the wind, and the morning dew is condensed on the tip of the leaves, and the slender branches flow down. The quiet time in early spring is silently infiltrated in the rising sun.

Shulot stood quietly by the lake, looking at the deep blue sky. The fresh wind blows, carrying the unknown fragrance of flowers, blowing away the curling clouds. The sun fell on his face and around him, leaving a radiant peace.

However, peace and tranquility are only temporary appearances, and war and fighting are the realities of the world. The breeze is blowing from the southwest, and the tip of the nose is the fireworks drifting from it, as well as the faint smell of blood.

Shulot sighed lightly. Then, he suddenly looked back, and the burning flames were reflected in his pupils.

"The long rainy season is coming, and the loss of food will increase exponentially. The horn of spring plowing will sound at the end of the month, and the mobilization of manpower will become tense. The war must be done quickly!"

A few tens of steps away, hundreds of personal guards in armor and holding bows stood silently behind His Highness. They are like chilling terracotta figurines, waiting for the command of the commander.

And farther south, fires raged in Ivacio. The flames danced and connected to the rising sun in the sky, reflecting the prosperous town red. The sound of the wind blew, bringing distant voices, and the shouts of fighting resounded through the sky. Temples of priests, manors of nobles, houses of big merchants, wherever there is resistance, there will be decisive slaughter by the Mexica Legion, and even the fire of destruction, until everything is silent.

After a few quarters of an hour, the sound of fighting gradually subsided. Toltek walked from the burning town stepping on the sun. His battle clothes were stained with blood, his eyes were bloodshot red, and his face was full of cold killing intent. It wasn't until he came close to His Highness that he knelt down on one knee and responded respectfully.

"Your Highness, our army launched a surprise attack at dawn, and now Ivacio has been captured by the legion! The temple with the most fierce resistance was burned down, and all the priests of the gods went to the abyss. Most of the Tarasco nobles died in battle, and the remaining All of them became captives. The big merchants in the cities and towns resisted for a while, and then surrendered. They pushed out representatives and asked to negotiate with you. They said that as long as they preserve their respective properties, they will serve you, and then discuss the cost of labor, which is really whimsical !"

At the end, Toltek held the baton in his hand and sneered coldly. In the eyes of the warriors, the victor gets all. These conquered merchants are already the sacrifices of the alliance captives and have no qualifications for negotiation.

Xiulot looked calm. He raised his gaze to the southern sky. Suangwa's royal army is hiding somewhere within a hundred or two hundred miles to the south, and a big battle will suddenly come at any time. So, shaking his head, he decided the fate of the captives.

"Toltek, I don't have much time to spend here. All I want is the miners who dig copper mines, the craftsmen who make copperware, the food supplies for the legion, the armaments for the battlefield, and the latest military situation in the south! As for the whole town I will reward the warriors of the legion with all the wealth! I will give you half a day to solve everything quickly, and then go out to investigate!"

"Follow your will, thank you for your generosity!"

Hearing this, Toltek showed joy and bowed to the ground to salute. Then, he got up and returned, striding forward, like a black wolf chasing prey, pounced on the prey promised by the leader.

Soon, the warriors in the town burst into cheers, praising His Highness's generosity. Then the warriors got busy. They screened the captives, searched for supplies, and divided the feathers, gold, silver, gems, and slaves equally among battalions. After a while, a mournful cry sounded, and then quickly and quietly stopped. The priests accompanying the army sang the praises of the sun god and returned with bloody obsidian daggers, and all the noble prisoners were sacrificed.

Xiu Luote continued to meditate without changing his face. A moment later, Ezpan escorted a fat prisoner and came to him.

"Your Highness, I tortured the newly arrived businessman. This big businessman is from Trapanik, and he said that he has important military information to report. He saw the traces of a large army in the south!"

Ezpan reported respectfully, and then kicked hard. The prisoner bent his leg in pain, and threw himself forward on the grass, begging for mercy in a flustered voice.

Hearing the military situation, Xiulot was slightly moved. He waved his hand to signal the prisoner to be quiet. Ezpan knelt down on one knee, pressed the merchant's head into the grass, and forcibly silenced him.

"Have you found traces of a large group of enemies? When, where, what banners are they flying, and how many people are there?"

His Highness asked. Ezpan then repeated it again in the kingdom's southern dialect. Hearing this, the businessman stopped shouting. There was a twinkle in his eyes, and he put on a habitual smile.

"Honorable Your Majesty Mexica. I am a merchant from the Trapanik tribe. We Trapaniks have always respected the powerful Mexica Alliance and paid tribute to the alliance on time. In the war between the alliance and the kingdom, we also resolutely To support the alliance that believes in the Sun God and the Rain God, I am willing to use the latest information in exchange for your protection of my property, as well as a small reward."

Shulot lowered his eyes slightly and spoke in a low voice.

"The military situation is urgent, we must keep it accurate."

Ezpan nodded, his expression turned cold. He then slammed his knee up and knocked the businessman down completely. Then he pressed the opponent's left hand to the ground and took out a sharp dagger. Under the fearful eyes of the other party, he swung his blade and cut it without hesitation.

"Ah, ah!."

Fear and pain added, the fat businessman uttered two short howls, and was pushed into the grass again. Like Ezpan, he permanently lost the pinky finger of his left hand.

"Where is the enemy? What flag? How many people are there? Be honest, one lie, one finger!"

Ezpan let go of his hand and repeated the question. At the same time, he raised his dagger again.

"Your Highness, spare me! I say, I say!" The businessman opened his eyes wide in horror, begging for mercy loudly full of pain.

"Nine days, no, ten days ago, I passed through Apacingam in the south, and encountered fleeing local merchants. A Mexica army landed from the ferry on the north bank of the Tulsas River, and immediately smashed the neighboring towns. They executed a group of nobles and merchants, collected enough supplies from the town, and then began to march north. I hurriedly fled here before they arrived, and I still didn’t escape this encounter.”

"What, are you sure it's the Mexica Legion that appeared in the south?"

Shulot was surprised. He thought he could hear the traces of King Tarasco's army, but unexpectedly, he heard the intelligence of the friendly army.

"It must be the Mexica Legion! I have seen with my own eyes the local businessmen I know, they are holding up the banner of the sun god, and they are also flying the falling moon flag."

Fallen evil moon. There is only one Mexica commander with this emblem, and that is.

"The end of the month, Iscari, is the Southern Army!"

Xiulot whispered to himself with an excited expression on his face. The appearance of such a new force in the adjacent south will bring about a more favorable development of the situation. If true, Suangwa would not be able to bypass from the south. The only way to retreat west will be completely cut off from now on!

"How many men are there in the Southern Legion? Where is the final location? Where are the local businessmen you know?"

Xiulot asked seriously with a serious expression.

The Trapanik merchant's eyes flickered again. He answered intermittently.

"There are thousands of troops from the south. The army arrived a little north in Apa Chin Kampang, and there was chaos everywhere. I fled with the local merchants."

Shulot lowered his eyes again and shook his head slightly. Ezpan snarled, cut off the dagger again, and then spoke indifferently.

"One lie, one finger. Three lies, and you die!"

The chubby businessman howled miserably, tears streaming from his eyes. He wept softly and spoke in fear.

"Ah, ah! I don't know! A large army appeared in the south, and we merchants had no time to escape. How could we go up and take a closer look. As for the local merchants, he fled in a hurry and did not hire warriors to protect him. There were only a few servants, and they met in the wild with gems and treasures. In this chaotic time, no one knew about me, so I naturally killed him, accepted the property with a smile, and sent several servants to the Kingdom of God. Your Highness, I'm telling the truth, I'm not lying!"

Shulot watched for a moment, then nodded.

In this era, businessmen don't have a good stubble. Big merchants raised warriors, colluded with tribal leaders or nobles from various places, and often engaged in smuggling and smuggling. In a forbidding town, merchants can be good, law-abiding gentlemen. But in the desolate wilderness and weak villages, as long as they have an advantage, they will reveal their ferocious claws and obey the law of the jungle.

"Bandage his wounds and imprison him. Send out elite scouts to bring the merchant's servants to the south to establish contact with Iscari's legion!"

"Tell Iscari, quickly lead the army to the north and join my northern army. Be careful, Suangua's army is somewhere not far from the south. If there are traces of the enemy, report to each other in time, and then join together Army attack!"

"Obey! Your Highness, may your light shine on the world!"

Ezpan pays homage. Then, he dragged the merchant captive and left quickly without looking back.

Not long after, more than a dozen teams of scouts hurried south. They have different military orders, and the most important thing is to find the Tarasco King Army.

Shulot looked into the distance. The sun rises high, and the light shines on the earth, so that no shadow can hide. The young commander muttered to himself.

"Suangwa, the Legion has blocked the road to the southwest. Where can you go?"

The sun rises and sets, and suddenly it is a day. The bright sun shines hundreds of miles to the southeast, reflecting the green mountains and forests. In a rolling forest valley, the stream flows quietly, passing several neighboring noble manors. This is the woodland where the nobles displayed their bravery and hunted in the autumn. The commoners have always been forbidden to enter and leave, and it is always desolate in spring and summer.

At this moment, however, if one could pass through the hidden sentries and enter the seemingly peaceful forest estate, thousands of strong warriors could be found. They held copper axes and big bows, wore copper helmets and leather armor, and maintained a dignified military appearance. Tarasco's most elite royal army is currently stationed in a hidden valley, waiting for the king's decision.

King Suangua stood on the heights of the manor in a battle suit with his hands behind his back. He was silent, looking at the sky in the northwest, and only sighed for a long time.

"When there is a fire, the wind stays away. Let the wildfire sweep away, burn the weeds, corn, and even the cocoa outside the city. As long as the holy wind is still there, new seeds will always be sown!"

The King of Tarasco whispered the metaphorical words. This was a secret letter from Chief Minister Jin Jinni a few months ago, and he had already memorized it by heart.

"Chairman of the Hummingbird, did you already foresee the current situation a few months ago? In just one year, the kingdom that has been passed down for two hundred years is at stake. Where is my future, and where is the turning point of the kingdom? Woolen cloth?"

The young king looked grave. Since retreating from the southern line, the Royal Legion has been secretly traveling southward along a remote path, and quickly westward along the river in the forest. Relying on the status of the king, the army used the noble manor as its base and obtained supplies from the great nobles in the south. For the sake of safety, he brought all the heirs of these nobles with him. On the surface, he trusted them to win them over, but in fact they were taken as hostages, and the news of the march has not been leaked.

Along the way, military information from various places kept gathering, and the king's plan was constantly changing. When he left from the southern line, he was going to lead his army back to the capital, and the whole army stood firm, waiting for the reinforcements from the Tlaxcalans. Soon afterwards, he encountered a large number of Mexica scouts, and learned that the surrounding area of ​​the capital was already under the control of the Mexica Northern Army.

The safest North Road was defeated one after another. Although Su Angua scolded Ospai and Peng Guari, he no longer dared to underestimate the young His Majesty Mexica. The royal legion is not dominant, once encountering the enemy in the wild, the outcome is really unpredictable. So he turned to the southwest, preparing to detour to the south and head to the city of Ivacio in the hinterland. On the one hand, it will obtain supplies there, and on the other hand, it will support the capital in the north.

The young king made up his mind and made two preparations. Once the king's capital is besieged and cannot be rescued, or the hearts of the people are too weak to be stationed, he will lead the royal family and the chief family to the south and retreat to the Colima Mountains in the southwest. The Kingdom of Tarasco has conquered the various tribes in the mountains for many years, and is well aware of the advantages of the mountainous terrain. Defensive and defending according to danger, guerrilla avoiding the real and attacking the weak are all appropriate strategies to wait for the situation with the weak and the strong.

However, the scouts in the south soon sent information that a Mexica army of about 5,000 people had landed in Apa Chingam, only a hundred miles away from the king's army.

"It's even more deadly."

Su Angua turned around and looked at the scout kneeling on the ground. Loyal scouts traveled hundreds of miles a day and brought the latest bad news.

"The Mexica Northern Army rushed southward, captured the city of Ivazio, and blocked the passage to the west. The enemy scouts moved forward for nearly a hundred miles, and they were within easy reach of the royal army!"

The young king calmly waved the scouts back to rest. Afterwards, with a determined face, he looked at the re-erected royal eagle flag.

"Up to now, there is only one way!"