Aztec Eternals

The rains in July are pouring down, infiltrating the luxuriant fields and nourishing the early summer flowers. On the south bank of the Leman River, the raindrops in the lake area are cheerful bamboo flutes, connected end to end, like long lines drawn with ink, covering the entire sky. On the north bank of the Leman River, the precipitation in the mountain city is like a heavy drum of war, falling into the ears at once, accompanied by the thunder on the plateau, chilling the boundless land.

In the sparse wind and rain, groups of envoys left the mountain city of Ottopan and headed in all directions. Soon, Otomi warriors and militiamen everywhere began to mobilize. Thousands of samurai formed battalions, gathered into legions, and gathered towards the mountain city one after another; a larger number of militiamen took up spears and carried food on their backs to maintain the logistics of the army.

Despite the wind and rain, the ancestral land of the mountain city is still as majestic as a holy mountain. The wolf flag of the kingdom and the bird flag of the mountain city were flying over the city, and the camp below the city was full of boiling voices. Standing on the watchtower, Shulot looked down at the tens of thousands of legions, and his pride surged in his chest.

Mobilization began in mid-July, and by early August, all battalions had been mobilized. The Otomi assembled 16,000 warriors and 24,000 militiamen, a total of 40,000 people. The 1st Lance Corps of the Estuary Fortress arrived at the end of July, and there were 14,000 Kingdom Warriors in the two legions.

The full-scale mobilization of the Otomi was too powerful to be concealed. The Guakili scouts came and went in a hurry, reporting the latest military situation time and time again. Facing the huge coalition forces constantly gathering, the large dog-descendant tribes were all panicked and sent envoys to the south one after another to seek peace from the coalition forces.

In the palace of the mountain city of Ottopan, Shulot summoned several envoys of the dog-born tribe. When the king heard their similar conditions, "surrender in name, but keep the land and property, and maintain tribal autonomy." He completely lost interest. These conditions were not much different from what he expected. The unruly dog ​​descendants are real wild dogs, and they will not submit to the ground like domesticated domestic dogs without breaking the bones of their backs after a real battle.

Soon, legions from various states arrived one after another. The mighty 50,000 army covered the wilderness of the mountain city and startled the birds all over the sky. This northern expedition will travel at least 400 miles, and there will be barren plateaus and withered villages along the way. With the food reserves of the Otomi people, it is naturally impossible to go all the way north.

In fact, the Guajili people in the north are distributed according to tribes, and they have been scattered everywhere. They move quickly, and if they dodge and do not fight, the heavy army will not be able to capture the main force of the moving tribe.

Faced with the lack of supplies along the way and the scattered enemies, Shulot and Giova discussed for a long time, and finally decided on a strategy for the northern expedition. The entire coalition army will be divided into three elite groups, almost connected in a line, plowing towards the north like a plow.

The left army consisted of 5,000 warriors and 3,000 militiamen from Guamare State, with the great chief Charki as the commander on the left; The vanguard of the army is 3,000 warriors from Parmesbang, plus 2,000 barbarian mercenaries from the Praetorian Guards, 1,000 temple crossbowmen, and 2,000 light archers from the 1st Spear Corps, with Toltek the Black Wolf as the vanguard. commander in chief. Pioneers on the left, right, and center, all three are Hikipilli regiments with a full formation of 8,000 people. Each part is separated by fifty miles, traveling lightly and supporting each other.

Next, the middle army in the middle is where Xiulot's king banner is located. Three thousand armored guards carried longbows and crossbows, and led the artillery team, behind the three armies. As long as any heavy troops are encountered along the way, the armored Chinese army will be dispatched and send out a thunderous blow.

About 27,000 people from the Three Route Army went on the expedition. At least four hundred miles northward, this is already the limit that the grain road can support. The remaining more than 20,000 Otomi militiamen are in charge of the old priest Oort, which is used to maintain the long logistics line. The Otomi people were short of food, and a large amount of food had to be transported northward from the river mouth fortress. As for the crucial food road safety, the king was handed over to the monkey Kuluka.

"Monkey, you lead an army of 6,000 long spears and garrison near the mountain city. If the dogs harass and threaten the grain road, you will drive them away. When the army goes north, you must ensure the stability of the grain road."

On the top of the city, Xiulot looked serious and ordered solemnly.

"Your Highness, I will use all my strength to ensure the supply of the army!"

The monkey's bright eyes reveal determination. He knelt down on his knees and gave a deep salute.

"Okay! The three armies have not moved, and the food and grass are going first. This northern expedition is far away, and the dog descendants may retreat northward. I don't know how long it will take. I am worried that the food and grass reserves in Hekou County are not enough, and I have already asked the alliance for help. King Avit wrote back and promised, From the upper reaches of the Leman River, a batch of food and grass will be sent to the wooden castle on the north bank every month, but the kingdom needs to exchange it with equivalent materials."

"Monkey, I will give you a batch of 'gems', cotton cloth, and copper utensils. You will deliver them to the food transport officer according to the amount of food shipped by the alliance. Well, you can give some more gems appropriately to manage up and down. God Qisuo will soon send 1,000 pairs of cloth face armor. You can equip 500 of them in the army. As for the remaining 500 pairs, I have promised to hand over to the king in exchange for the title of Prince Giova. You must hand over these bronze armors to the special envoys of the Alliance!"

"Follow your will, Your Highness!"

The monkey fell to the ground again. Shulot smiled, took a step forward, and helped Kulka up himself. Then, the king lowered his voice and whispered in the ear of the other party.

"Monkey, in case of accidents, the Gyeonggi Legion has gone north and is stationed at the edge of Kuetseo Lake at this moment. In case there is a change in the mountain city, the priest of Ort dies, or the Northern Expedition fails, the Otomi people and the dog descendants conspire. You Immediately contact the navy in Anatri, transport the Gyeonggi Army to the north bank of the Leman River, cooperate with the inside and outside, and directly seize the mountain city!"

"Ah, Your Highness? Capture the mountain city?!"

Hearing this, the monkey's pupils contracted, and his hands were silently clenched,

"In all things, the worst outcome must be considered. Think about defeat first, and then seek victory. Monkey, you don't have to worry, these situations should not happen, just pre-determined strategies, just in case."

Shulot smiled lightly and patted Kuluka on the shoulder. He stared at the monkey's agile eyes, and finally said.

"Monkey, you have the style of a general, and you can always make the most appropriate response in a crisis. You are also one of the people I trust the most. I leave my retreat to you!"

"Your Highness, I am willing to die for you!"

Kuluka looked excited. He knelt down on his knees again and saluted with all five bodies on the ground.

This time, Xiulot didn't help him any more. He turned around, facing the tens of thousands of troops under the city, raised the magic staff in his hand, and pointed to the wilderness in the north.

"In the name of the Lord God! Destroy the dog descendants and take back the old land! Wang Ling, the whole army strikes!"

"Roar!"

As the king swung his staff, cheers rang out outside the city! Whether they are Mexica or Otomi, whether they are warriors or militiamen, tens of thousands of soldiers all shouted at the same time!

The shouts started off a little messy, like the rain in summer. But in the fervent shouts of the Otomi people, the boiling sound quickly condensed into a daunting title, which turned into rolling thunder in the sky.

"Reaper! Great Chief! Reaper Great Chief!!."

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The fierce drums of war resounded all over the world! In the sparse wind and rain, tens of thousands of elite warriors turned and headed north, causing the wet earth to tremble with their footsteps. Nearly 30,000 Northern Expeditionary Corps set out immediately, like a sweeping torrent, and like a strong wind in the north. August set off, swift as the wind. The three-way and four-parts move forward swiftly like sharp arrows, destroying all the dog-born tribes along the way!