Aztec Eternals

The mighty night wind rose from the campfire and merged into the vast dark sky. It flew to the northwest, crossed the Mexica camp that sang all night, traveled through the silent wilderness for hundreds of miles, and reached the cold lake plain.

The night is dark and the night is getting brighter. Deserted villages are scattered across the fields, and a few dots of torches flicker quietly among the villages, and then slowly extinguish in the night wind. And on the distant skyline, a distant twilight finally appeared again, outlining the shadow of a majestic city.

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, stands in front of a large abandoned house with a spear in his hand. He stared blankly at the twilight sky for a while, then silently looked at the royal capital in the sky, sighed full of thoughts, then turned and entered the house.

In the spacious house, there are more than a dozen warriors from the militia lying in disorder. Wei Ziti was wearing a headscarf, sitting in a corner with his legs crossed, and nodded to the old man with a depressed expression. Chivaco made a "hmm" and looked around. The other old brothers also stayed alone, yawning, while lowering their heads to adjust the leather armor on their bodies, and brought their spears and daggers by their side.

"Hurry up! It's almost dawn! Brothers, get up quickly! Let's go when we can see our feet clearly!"

The old militiaman greeted loudly and walked quickly to the center of the big house. Everyone got up and got busy, only the captain Puap still closed his eyes tightly, sleeping like a turkey. Chivaco bowed his head and saw that the samurai was sweating on his head, and he was whimpering in his sleep, like a stupid owl that couldn't wake up.

The old militiaman curled his lips and reached out to pat Puap's face. The warrior master shuddered, turned over suddenly, and shrunk back into a hedgehog.

"Master, master! We are going! Wake up, wake up!"

Hearing the sound, Puap shook his head in a daze. He raised his arms in his sleep, covered his ears with his shoulders, and continued to curl up into a ball.

Seeing this, Chivako's old face darkened and he frowned.

Yesterday, the Mexica chased and killed all the way, and the few teams that were behind were completely killed and scattered, and the screams behind them continued all the way. Fortunately, everyone was from the militia, and they were used to walking in the countryside, so they ran fast. After fleeing for half a night like a hare, they left the Mexica far behind. When it was completely dark, the torches in everyone's hands were burned out, and the road under their feet could not be seen clearly at all, and then they stopped in a deserted village.

After running all the way, the brothers were so tired that they fell asleep as soon as they lay down. Only the samurai master sighed and muttered all night, talking about kings and chiefs, not at all as smart and capable as usual, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.

The old militiaman glanced around, the brothers had already packed up. He finally stopped waiting, raised his right hand, slapped the warrior captain hard, and shouted loudly.

"My lord, the jaguar warrior is catching up!"

"What? Jaguar?! Go, go!"

Puap woke up suddenly from the dream. He got up from the ground like a rabbit, fumbled around in panic, looking for a close-fitting weapon. The old militiaman squeezed out a smile, stretched out his hand and shook the arm of the samurai master, and said respectfully.

"Sir, it's almost dawn, and the Mexica is behind, let's go!"

Puapu looked around and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw more than a dozen militia warriors with complete equipment. He raised his hand and was about to slap Chivaco in an instant. The old militiaman took a step back, looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and held a sharp spear in his hand. Puap paused with his big hands in the air, turned his head to look around, his pupils shrank slightly, and then put on a smile, and patted the old militiaman on the shoulder affectionately.

"Okay, okay! Old man Qi, thanks to you and the brothers on this journey! When I return to the capital, I will definitely ask for credit for you in front of the chief!"

Chivaco nodded respectfully, smiled and said nothing. He looked at the militiamen around him and shouted sharply.

"A group of stupid woods, hurry up and help the master put on his armor!"

Under the leadership of several old brothers, the surrounding militia came to help Puap put on the leather armor. The samurai captain looked around. Most of the trusted samurai were separated in the night, and the rest were ganged militiamen.

The sky gradually brightened, and the remnant soldiers also packed up their luggage. Everyone gathered from the surrounding houses, and there were fifty or sixty people.

The old militiamen looked carefully, and half of them were remnants from which department they didn't know, and their armor was also very mutilated. Chivako thought for a while, and then divided up a few subordinates, divided the remnants into simple teams, and roughly controlled them in his hands. Soon, as soon as the sky was bright, the old militiamen asked Puap to raise the captain's flag and led everyone on the road quickly.

Outside the village, the senior scout Nekali led a few leading soldiers, making a fire and cooking in the wilderness, taking a rest. He is the most elite scout, he has no shortage of meat on weekdays, and he can also rely on the moonlight to discern the way. After the war, the Mexica warriors chased and killed them all night, and the reinforcements in the capital collapsed one after another, and most of them were captured like turkeys. Nekali stayed up all night, rushing all the way here.

The bonfire was raging, softening the tortillas that had been added with water, and the bloody smell on the leather armor was also steaming. Nekari wiped his hands on the long grass, leaving a dark red trail of blood. Then, he picked up the warm tortillas, gobbled them up, and ate them in a few bites.

Nekali let out a breath of satisfaction, bowed his head and licked the dewdrops on the grass in the morning, and quietly stood up on the grass. Taking advantage of the faint morning light, he looked around like a beast, looking for the next target. Soon, the senior scout focused his eyes, and the excitement before hunting appeared on his face again.

"Hurry up, eat faster! There is a group of remnant soldiers outside the village in the northwest, let's go and eat them!"

Hearing this, several scouts looked northwest together. A scout swallowed the food, looked at his palm, and asked hesitantly.

"Head, there are warriors with two palms and one palm, but we only have one palm. I'm afraid we can't beat them?"

"No! These Tarasco routs are just hares fleeing in a hurry, but we are the cheetahs of Mexica! As long as we make an unexpected assault, the hares will run away shouting like last night, letting the cheetahs prey on them !"

While speaking, Nekali narrowed his eyes and watched carefully. After a while, a raging anger rose from his heart. He saw a familiar figure, wearing a rare turban and carrying a common spear. The battle in Yurilia Lake once again came to his mind.

"Damn it, that cunning black fish and those cunning hares are still alive! Don't make noise, you all go up with me!"

Nekali pulled out his baton abruptly, and rushed towards the distant enemy first. The scouts were startled, and had no choice but to take out their weapons, chase after the captain's footsteps, and attack together.

"Ah! Mexica! The jaguar warriors are coming!"

The dark green battle suit suddenly appeared on the field, meeting the eyes of the remnants of Tarasco. The scout warriors ran fast, howling horribly. There was still a distance of one mile between the two sides, and the Tarasco militiamen were already in chaos. Twenty or so militiamen who were dispersed turned around and fled, while the rest were on the verge of collapse.

"Old man Qi, the jaguar warrior is here! Let's go, let's go!"

There was panic among the remnant soldiers, and Puap's expression also became panicked. He grabbed the old militiaman's arm and urged him eagerly.

Chivako felt uneasy in his heart, but his face remained calm. Standing on tiptoe, he tried his best to look into the distance, wringing his fingers.

"Impossible, how can the Mexica run faster than rabbits! Three gods, there are more enemies than wolves! They even have one, two, three, four, five, five. Huh?!"

The old militiaman froze for a moment, then quickly snapped his fingers again. Only then did he straighten his back suddenly, push away the flustered Puap, and shouted loudly to his brothers.

"Stupid people, don't panic! The enemy has only one hand, not a jaguar warrior! We can fight! Come on, form an formation, form a spear formation. Just like on the lake, just like the river mouth, form an formation and stab them to death!"

While speaking, the old militiamen turned their spears and beat the confused old subordinates with a blunt spear shaft. Weizti also brought six old brothers, punching and kicking to help. Soon, the Tarasco militiamen equipped by more than 20 warriors hastily formed a spear array, and dozens of spear points flashed coldly, facing the Mexica warriors rushing in front of them.

Seeing the enemies formed, Nekali was taken aback for a moment. He gritted his teeth fiercely, and flexibly walked around to both sides, continuing to howl threateningly. Several other scouts also arrived quickly, and began to circle around the spear array, swinging their sticks from time to time.

Pu'apu stood behind the gun array in a daze, only then did he react. He looked at the end of the wilderness, and there was no enemy appearing. He felt ashamed and his face turned blue and red. The brave gray-soil warrior glanced at the old militiamen who were directing the spear array, then suddenly let out a roar, and went straight to kill Nekali, the leader.

On the other side, the old militiaman watched in the formation for a while, and then shouted sharply.

"Left forward, forward, poke!"

Nearly ten militiamen turned to the left together, pulled out their spears, and stabbed a scout to the ground randomly. The loose gun array was slightly scattered. The remaining three elite scouts rushed in from the gap without hesitation, knocking down five or six militiamen with their hands.

"Brothers, see it, let's poke together!"

Chivako continued to shout, and took the lead in stabbing a scout in the thigh with his spear. The opponent lost his balance immediately, and fell to the ground crying out blood. The other six brothers were also battle-tested, and under the cover of the militiamen, they stabbed accurately. But after two back and forth, the other two scouts were also thrown to the ground.

"Come around and help the samurai master!"

Chihuaco yelled again, and the remaining dozen or so militiamen waved their spears and surrounded Nekali, who had already gained the upper hand.

"Cowardly warrior! Damn hares!"

Nekari brandished his baton and let out an angry growl. Under Chihuaco's command, Tarasco militiamen joined the battlefield one after another. Puap took advantage of the situation and took a step back, panting heavily, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The shining spears increased rapidly, gradually encircling Necali. The senior warrior moved quickly, trying his best to wave the shield and baton in his hand, blocking the stabbing attacks of the militiamen, but the space to dodge was getting smaller and smaller. Finally, he let out a desperate tiger roar, looked in the direction of Chivaco, and threw the copper ax in his hand vigorously. The other party shrank his head flexibly and raised his shield, blocking it steadily like a tortoise.

After a short battle, more than a dozen bronze spears surrounded Nekali firmly. The hunter becomes the prey in an instant, and death is at hand in an instant. The senior scout bit his lip angrily, and shouted unwillingly.

"Damn tortoise! ​​I am a military aristocrat from Mexica, and I am a warrior directly under the royal family! I want to have a sacred and honorable duel with your leader!"

"Stop! Stop! Stay alive!"

Hearing Necali's shout, Chivako was startled, and quickly raised his hand, and the militiamen stopped together. The sharp bronze spear tip was cold, and it pressed against the senior scout's vitals, making it impossible for him to even turn around.

"You, what are you talking about? You, a military nobleman? You, have you met Marshal Mexica?"

The old militiaman Chihuaco took two steps closer, using a dialect similar to that of the Mexica people in the eastern mountains, and laboriously gestured at Necali.

"Of course! I am a warrior directly under the royal family, and I have served the king for generations! I am the most outstanding scout, and His Royal Highness who is good at fighting often meets me personally to hear information on the battlefield! Old warrior, are you their leader? I want to fight with you Date!"

Necali glanced at the old militiamen, and replied directly in fluent Tarasco.

"Okay! Wood, except for his weapon, tie him up first!"

The old militiaman nodded with a smile, turned a deaf ear to Nekali's request, and directly shouted for orders. Wezti immediately followed orders. He first lashed the opponent's arm with a spear, then snatched the shield and baton, and finally put the senior scout on the ground, with his hands tied behind his back like a wild deer.

"Damn Heiyu, how dare you tie up your house. Uh, uh, uh!"

Beaten again by hooded militiamen, Nekali's eyes blazed with anger. He struggled and cursed angrily, and then there was a gray cloth in his mouth, with a choking smell of sweat.

Chivaco stood aside and thought about it for a moment, feeling that something was wrong. So he scratched his head and walked straight to Puap.

"My lord, the king is dead, what will happen behind the capital?"

Chivako approached Puap and asked respectfully.

Hearing this question, Puap looked sad. He glanced at the old militiaman and replied in a low voice.

"The inherited cocoa tree fell, and the hummingbird struggled weakly in the wind. The kingdom has no reinforcements, the capital is scattered, and it cannot be defended for long. No matter how the chief maintains it, the majestic capital will be destroyed in a few months at most. The Mexica fell."

"And once the Mexica troops approach the city, those shameless nobles and those incompetent priests will secretly rush to send envoys. They will sell the capital to His Majesty the Mexica in exchange for their own conditions!"

Hearing this, Chivaco exclaimed in admiration.

"Master is wise! When a fox digs a hole, rabbits will run around. If they run a little slower, they become food for the fox. When a black bear digs down a big tree, monkeys will also run around. Who cares about the fruit on the tree? ? They have become food for black bears."

While speaking, the old militiaman was thoughtful. His eyes became deep, his voice gradually deepened, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.

"My lord, the king is dead, the army is defeated, and the road to the kingdom is coming to an end! This war will soon be decided. It is the war of the king, the war of the nobles, and the war of the priests, but it is not Our war! It will destroy everything the king has, but it is our chance!"

Hearing this, Puap looked in surprise. Chivaco paused, then pointed to the barren field, where weeds were growing luxuriantly.

"Master, look! The cocoa tree fell, the corn stalks fell, and the weeds grew taller and taller, and they looked like small trees! Master, do you want to fall down, or do you want to grow into a small tree? ?”

Pu'apu's expression changed, but he didn't react as violently as last time. The seeds he had planted had already germinated in his heart. He looked at Chihuaco's clenched spear again, then glanced at the few militiamen surrounding him, and asked cautiously in a low voice.

"Old Qi, what do you mean?"

"In the face of danger, the rabbit has to run faster than the others, and the black bear only needs fruit. Master, there is a suitable candidate in front of us!"

"Ah, this runs fast and offers fruit? The right person?"

Hearing this, Puapu's eyes flickered. He turned his head and looked at Nekali who was firmly bound.

"You mean that's true. But the family has been passed down from generation to generation, and the chief treats me well!"

"My lord, your family has been loyal for generations, and it cannot be cut off here! His Highness Mexica has always been very clear about rewards and punishments, and he favors commoners and warriors. With your talent, if you can make great achievements, you will definitely get a high position. There is an opportunity to take care of the chief family in the doomed future! No matter what, it is better than letting the nobles and priests run ahead."

After Chivaco finished speaking, the two fell silent. The long wind blows through the grass, playing a low rustling sound, and bringing the breath of spring grass. After a while, Puap sighed.

"Oh! That's true. The chief treats me well, I have to find an opportunity to take care of the chief's family"

The old militiaman nodded calmly and asked in a low voice.

"That's right, sir! Shall I go and talk to him then?"

Puap was silent again. He lowered his head and thought for a while before opening his mouth quietly.

"...Well. This time when I return to the capital, I will try to guard the south gate. There will be the sound of night owls at night. Forget it, things that are too troublesome are always easy to be mistaken. This is my letter."

Chivaco listened attentively, and suddenly felt a cold in his left hand. He raised his eyes and saw that there was already an extra jade talisman.

"Master is wise!"

A sincere smile appeared on the face of the old militia again. He saluted respectfully, clenched the spear and the jade talisman in his hand, and strode up to Nekali.

Nekali was tied down to the ground, and he was yelling "Woooooo". Looking at the approaching spears of the old militiamen and the ferocious smile on his face, he struggled more violently and shouted hysterically.

The old militiaman stood still, poked the pattern on Nekali's battle suit with a smile, counted the patterns of military exploits on it with the tip of a spear, and nodded in satisfaction. Afterwards, he stared indifferently for a moment, until Nekali's head was covered with beads of sweat, and then he waved his hand to let the guarding militiamen disperse. Then, Chivako lowered his head, bowed his head in the senior scout's ear, and whispered a few words softly.

Nekari's shouting stopped abruptly. He widened his eyes in disbelief, and looked at the old warrior in front of him. Chivaco smiled, pulled the gray cloth from Nekari's mouth, and untied the ropes on his hands and feet.

"You? You! Damn it! You said it, but you mean it?"

The senior scout shouted a few times excitedly, then calmed down quickly, and asked in a low voice.

"Of course! Since it's just weeds, His Royal Highness must find a way to treat the people in the lake area well, which is much better than these nobles. If you can hurry up and catch up with this year's spring plowing, many people in the lake area will die less."

The old militiaman was also a little excited, but quickly lowered his eyes and sighed deeply. Afterwards, he was silent for a long time, and then he stretched out his hand and shook Nekali's hand.

"Here, keep it."

"This is a letter?"

"Yes. It is also a token to win His Highness's trust."

The two were speechless again. Nekali held the letter tightly, remained silent, and slowly stood up from the ground. He looked at the several scouts following him, who had turned into cold corpses at this moment. He looked at the several militiamen who fell nearby, and they also turned into cold corpses. He looked around again, under the bright sky, in the vast wilderness, there was only one lonely village at this time. In front of the village, there were more than a dozen disgraced militiamen, as well as myself, who was captured and released, sweating profusely.

A ridiculous smile appeared on the face of the senior scout. He glanced at the deep Chivaco, and then at the wooden Wezti, with thousands of emotions surging in his chest, but he only said a brief greeting.

"Goodbye. Prepeca."

"Goodbye, bye Mexica, as soon as possible!"

Nekari nodded, and the words of greeting dissipated in the wind. As the sun rose to the sky, the two pedestrians turned around and left. They are running towards the destination in each other's mind, and at the same time waiting for a new starting point.