Aztec Eternals

Blue clouds float far away in the sky, and yellow leaves wither in the mountains. Autumn in the Northland is full of deepness, and the mountains stretch to the sky. The brown ridge runs eastward, where it rises sharply and then turns north.

Shulot stood on the hill, his eyes not blinking, paying attention to the battle situation in front of him.

At this moment, thousands of dog-born fighters are entrenched in the camp on the top of the mountain, relying on the steep slope tens of meters high to defend. Two thousand Ottopan warriors, wearing gray-blue battle suits, fought their way up the steep slope like surging waves!

The hound-born warriors howled and threw stones, and the red-haired hunters shot fiercely. Arrows and stones rained down from great heights, killing climbing warriors and knocking down crossbowmen approaching. The crossbowmen looked frenzied and fought back from the back of the steep slope. The crossbow roared sharply, and shot into the head and face protruding from the wall of the village, mercilessly piercing through the nearest enemy.

The drums of attack became more and more urgent, and the roar of arrows was drowned out by the fierce shouts of killing. From time to time, there was a long and shrill howl, which echoed among the mountains, like a movement of death!

Under the banner of the red dog, the dog descendants defended against danger, and their resistance was particularly resolute and powerful. Three times the Ottopan warriors charged up the camp, and three times they were routed. Giova personally oversees the battle at the front. He gritted his teeth fiercely, raised his baton angrily, and was about to send out the fourth team of warriors.

Looking from the hill, the blood stained the brown rocks red, and the corpses rolled down the slope, like falling maple leaves, and like a scroll of offering sacrifices to the gods.

Shulot lowered his eyes and shook his head.

"Bothard, how much did the Ottopan warrior pay?"

The warrior commander watched the battlefield silently. His battle experience is extremely rich, and he answered in the affirmative after a little counting.

"Your Highness, at least five hundred."

"Where are the canines?"

"Up to four hundred."

"Raise the command flag, blow the conch horn, and retreat."

"Obey!"

Bertard nodded. He picked up the huge conch horn and blew it himself.

"Drip!.Drip!"

The fourth team of samurai was about to charge, when the retreating conch horn sounded suddenly, and the desperate momentum was interrupted. Giova's eyes were red, and he turned around and roared.

"Damn it! Who's blowing the horn? I'll take his"

The Coyote Prince snapped. Then, he was startled, lowered his head, and roared unwillingly.

"Order to the nobles and leaders, retreat!"

Soon, the dark green crossbowman fired arrows to cover, and the gray-blue figure retreated down the steep slope like a tide. The canines at the top of the city roared with joy and howled like a pack of wolves.

Chief Chichika stood in the center of the chiefs, raised his hands vigorously, and grinned wildly.

In the tribal meeting, although he was confident on the surface and repeatedly emphasized persistence, he was uneasy in his heart, and even secretly arranged a retreat. After all, the opposite is the famous Great Chief Death! Until now, seeing the incomparably difficult climb of the enemy warriors and the attack with heavy casualties, Chief Red Dog was finally convinced.

"Chiefs, warriors!"

Chichika shouted passionately.

"Chief Death is nothing more than that! We can hold on to this cottage until the tenth harvest and the barn is full of corn!"

"Aww! The leader is mighty!"

Red salamander chief Asholot smiled and echoed, and the other chiefs also nodded and shouted. The hound-heads finally calmed down and stopped secretly thinking about running away.

At the corner of the camp, the girl Alan breathed a sigh of relief. After going through battles, she is finally a real red-haired hunter. She looked at the receding enemy, flicked her short red hair, and waved the hunting bow in her hand excitedly. Then, her eyes followed the Otomi generals to the black wolf flag.

"Your Highness!"

Giova was ashamed and knelt before His Highness.

"I am ashamed of your high expectations, please punish me."

"No problem."

Shulot smiled gently. He gestured to Prince Coyote to get up.

"Prince Giova, the terrain here is too dangerous. The Ottopan Legion has attacked three times, and it has done a good job. The lives of the warriors are the most precious wealth, and they should not be wasted like this!"

Giova stood up gratefully. He hesitated for a while, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and pleaded.

"Your Highness, please give me three hundred pairs of armor! I will personally lead the guards and climb the wall for you!"

"oh?"

Shulot cast his eyes. He watched Huigiowa's expression and laughed heartily.

"Yes! Giova, my warrior, you have a heart!"

Hearing His Highness' address, Giova secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He was apprehensive, waiting for His Highness's arrangement.

"The dog descendants have high morale, and defended against danger. In the face of heavy stones, even armor can't defend. The casualties of a strong attack are too great!"

Shulot pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"Giova, I watched it for a while just now. I have a rough plan on how to conquer this stronghold."

"Ah, Your Highness is inspired by wisdom! The Ottopan Legion is willing to die for you!"

Giova immediately bowed his head and showed generosity.

"Okay. Giova, I have a new mission for you!"

Shulot suddenly smiled.

"I will give you a thousand copper axes, and lead the Ottopan Legion to cut down all the sparse trees around."

"Ah, cut down trees?...Follow your will!"

Giova was startled, and nodded blankly.

The Mexica and Otomi allied forces immediately set up camp in front of the camp. The terrain in the mountains was narrow, and the Guamare Legion, the Palms Legion, and the Longbow Militia were all sent to the rear to station more than ten miles away. Thousands of Ottopan legions then cut down the surrounding trees. Then, under the command of the craftsmen accompanying the army, they hurriedly built more than a dozen trebuchets.

The dog descendants on the cottage came out to harass them many times, but they were all repelled by the heavily guarded guards. The trebuchets of the coalition forces soon took shape.

Chichika looked dignified, and was extremely concerned about the movements down the mountain. He first asked Amoxi from the Red Fox Valley.

"What are these wooden beasts?"

Amoxi shook his head not knowing, but recommended a person, Zukata of the Red Monkey Tribe. In the past few days, he and the other party have been in the back camp, and they have had a lot of contact, and they are quite speculative. He knew that this was a "red-haired warrior" from a large southern tribe, well-informed and familiar with the details of the Mexica.

The warchief then conscripted Zulcata. Although Ozoma was reluctant, he had to let him go.

"Warrior from the Condor Tribe!"

Chichika laughed boldly and welcomed her with open arms.

Zukata lowered his head, clenched his fists, and performed the etiquette of the Kingdom of Tarasco.

"Big Chief, I salute you!"

Chief Red Dog nodded and looked at the person coming. The opponent was tall and dressed in the costume of a dog-born warrior, except for a bifurcated feather helmet that covered his hair. The holy red hair has always been a symbol of the canine warrior. Horde redheads don't like wearing helmets if they don't have to.

Afterwards, Chichika stood on a high place, pointed at the giant wooden beast at the foot of the mountain, and asked seriously.

"Zukata, tell me, what is the cactus tribe doing?"

Zukata looked at it for a while, and after listening to the scout's detailed report, he replied in the affirmative.

"It's a Mexica trebuchet!"

"Tabuchet?"

"Boss, I have fought fiercely with the Mexica for nearly a year in the Southern Army of the Kingdom. They have many new weapons that can manipulate stones, thunder and flames. Throwing stones two hundred paces away!"

"What? Two hundred paces away?"

Chichika looked shocked.

"You mean this wooden beast at the bottom of the mountain? Can it throw stones weighing dozens of catties up the mountain?!"

"Uh, this height."

Zukata looked at the trebuchet down the mountain, then at the height of the camp, and shook his head.

"The camp is located at a high altitude, and the steep slope is extremely difficult to climb. The Mexican trebuchets cannot be transported up the steep slope, nor can they throw large stones here. At most, they can throw some small stones weighing a few kilograms up. Moreover, throwing upwards from the bottom of the mountain is very easy to exhaust. , the soft stone will not do much damage."

"Indeed. Throwing can only be condescending, and it will be much more difficult in reverse."

Chichika nodded, but her expression was not at all relieved. He looked closely at Zukata.

"Zukata, if it can't cause any damage, what is the Mexica doing with so much effort?"

"Well, this weapon can also throw burning and smoking fireballs."

Zukata thought hard for a long time before replying cautiously.

"A burning, smoking fireball? What kind of spell is this?"

Chichika tensed up again.

"I encountered it in the mountain forts of Sitacualo. The fireballs would come in with a blaze, billows of smoke, and burn on the wall. This kind of fire is very difficult to extinguish, and water is not good. You must With sand. Only the fireballs seem to be very precious, not many. And while the fireballs are burning, the Mexica can't attack."

"Fireball. Mountain Fire"

Chichika pondered for a while, then paced back and forth. The shadow of the forest fire not long ago still lingers in his heart. After a while, Chief Red Dog gave an order to Uman next to him.

"Uman, order the warriors of all ministries to be careful. Let people dig more sand from the back of the camp and store it in the camp! Well, by the way, although the surrounding forests are sparse, people should cut them down and pile them far away!"

"Well listen to you, Chief!"

Uman nodded vigorously, and immediately went to do it with his personal guards. Although he can't speak clearly, his mobility is extremely strong. In just two days, the camp was fully prepared with soil, and the shallow trees on the mountains on both sides were also cleared away.

A few days later, the Mexica Legion finally attacked again. The crossbowmen put on the bronze armor of their personal guards and approached to shoot. The sharp crossbow bolts shielded and shot upwards, suppressing the hunters on the wall.

The newly built dozens of trebuchets also creaked, throwing several kilograms of stones. The stone roared towards him, exhausted all his strength in mid-air, and "gentlely" fell into the camp. A large number of stone-throwing dog descendants hugged their heads and fell to the ground, but they did not cause any casualties, let alone destroy the strong wall. Soon, the Ottopan warrior held up his large shield and charged twice tentatively. They shouted loudly, retreated hastily without even touching the wall of the village.

"Haha, there's nothing to be afraid of wooden beasts! The cactus tribe was worried that we lacked defensive stones, so they specially sent them to us from the bottom of the mountain! When the enemy comes to attack, we will throw them down ferociously and return them to their warriors!"

Chichika looked around. Many tribal warriors were horrified when they saw the huge slinger for the first time. The big leader laughed boldly, encouraging the fighting spirit of the warriors.

"Warriors, I have good news for you! All the ministries have finished harvesting the corn, and it is being sent in a steady stream! The fields in the valley are extremely fertile, and this year is a good year!"

In the wilderness, a good year means that everyone can have enough to eat. Next year, there is no need to fight to the death with other tribes for food, and there is no need to hunt each other's old and weak.

"Wow! The corn harvest is bumper, the chief is the son of the earth!"

Chief Red Newt shouted again at the right time, and the camp was filled with cheers. The prestige of the great leader was once again strengthened, gradually merging with divinity. If there is no interference from external forces, a new powerful leader will be born within a few years and completely integrate the various ministries of Guajili.

Hundreds of steps away, Xiulot didn't erect the king's flag, but just stood on the hill to watch the test firing. He listened to the ebullient cheers of the dogs, but a smile appeared on his face.

"Good job, Giova."

The coyote guard bowed his head respectfully, even if he was suspicious.

"Let the dog descendants celebrate the day and relax their guard. The trebuchet is built, and the time for the general offensive is just around the corner!"

Shulot pondered for a while, and then ordered decisively.

"Bertard!"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Take out the rockets and hand them over to the longbow guards who are good at shooting! Redeploy the gunpowder you carry to make burning paper fireballs! Let the artillery battalion get ready, and all eight wooden cannons will be transported to the battalion!"

"Obey! Your Highness, I will do it myself!"

Bertard responded quietly, with a touch of excitement in his voice.

"Okay! Then send out personal guards and recruit Red Frog Chief Keka and personal guards Miwa!"

Xiulot smiled, confident and calm.

"Tell them, it's time to serve the alliance!"

The words scattered into the wind, blowing over the brown hills, and turning up the withered leaves. Amid the roaring cheers of the dog descendants, there was a strong murderous intent lurking, flowing silently.

I'm a little busy these two days, sorry