Aztec Eternals

Night fell from the sky, and bonfires blazed in the camp. The harsh cold wave has passed, and the autumn night in the wilderness is still warm. Thousands of warriors slept peacefully in grass nests in the open air, accumulating energy for fighting. The patrol team was heavily guarded, swimming back and forth on the edge of the camp. Farther away, night watch scouts stood guard in the mountains, ready to fight the red-haired houndborn.

Among the large grass nests, the tents of the generals are extremely eye-catching. And the center surrounded by dozens of tents is the coach's big tent. A black wolf king's flag was planted in front of the big tent. Hundreds of personal guards in armor and bows stood guard around the king's banner and the big tent. They look pious and vigilant, as if guarding the gods.

"Great Chief, your loyal general, Keka, salutes you!"

In the big tent, Chief Red Frog Keka knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully to Shulot.

Keka has been detained by Xiulot for almost a month, almost isolated from the tribe. His daily task was to eat and drink to his full, and he received regular lectures from the priests, and his round face became fatter again. Now, he has changed into the costume of the Mexica warrior, wearing the silver talisman of the main god, and has also learned the etiquette of the alliance. At first glance, it looks like a minor nobleman of the Alliance. Only his hair is still the red color that people in the wilderness admire.

"Great Chief, Miwa salutes you!"

Behind Keka, the red-haired bodyguard Miwa, wearing a dog-born leather robe, also followed suit by kneeling down and saluting.

After the chief was taken away, he was the actual head of the Red Frog Tribe, managing the eating and drinking of the three thousand warriors. After the surrender, the Horde depended on the Alliance for food supplies. The war priests of the cactus tribe come every day, distributing the food that is full, and spreading the faith among the tribe. Hundreds of senior warriors were also stationed around the tribe, often exchanging archery and martial arts competitions with the redheads, and they also advertised the awarding of military exploits and the distribution of land. In just one month, some people in the tribe were in turmoil.

Miwa watched helplessly as the tribal warriors began to praise the main god, getting closer and closer to the alliance. He was always restless, but he didn't know what to do. From the looks of it now, this red-haired warrior had a rare look of sorrow on his face.

"Get up!"

With a smile on his face, Xiulot patted Coca on the shoulder. Then, he looked at Miwa and smiled generously.

"Miwa, the Red Frog Tribe has joined the alliance and formed an independent army. You are the deputy head of the Red Frog Legion! How can this simple leather robe show the majesty of the deputy head? Even fighting is not strong enough."

"Come here! Reward Miwa's deputy head with a pair of refined leather armor, and give him a set of noble robes!"

Hulot ordered loudly. Immediately, a personal guard came forward with the prepared leather armor and robe, and put them on for Miwa. Miwa was at a loss, and looked at Chief Keka as if asking for help. Seeing that Keka didn't move his face, and with a light tap of his finger, Miwa obediently put on the Mexica aristocratic robe.

The king frowned. He looked at Miwa in a daze, then took off the sun talisman on his neck, and put it on for the other side with his own hands.

"Miwa, the Lord God will bless you! He promises you hope and victory, and you will save yourself from danger! Praise the Lord God!"

"Ah, I praise the Lord God!"

Miwa hesitated and lowered his head, praying to the Lord God for the first time. Then, the instinct of fighting in the wilderness for many years suddenly hit him, making him suspicious.

"The great chief just said, dangerous situation?."

Xiulot looked at the two of them for a while, smiled, and returned to the main seat. He looked serious and asked seriously.

"Miwa, how are the Red Frog Warriors doing?"

"Great chief, the soldiers have high morale and can fight for you at any time!"

"good."

Xiuluo nodded and asked again.

"The Alliance is fighting the Red Dog Alliance. Are the fighters of the Red Frog Tribe conflicting?"

"Great chief, the various tribes in the wasteland often fight each other. As long as it is not a rare harvest year, the tribes will hunt each other, the old and the weak. What's more, the three tribes in the west and the five tribes in the east have never been in harmony. Fighting against the Red Dog Alliance, the soldiers also Morale is high!"

This time it was Keka who answered first.

"Oh? If that's the case, are the Five Red Dogs familiar with the warriors of the Red Frog Tribe?"

"Huh? We don't have much contact with the five parts of the Red Dog, and we rarely communicate with each other. Most of them are not familiar with each other."

Chief Red Frog guessed the intention of the great chief, and replied carefully.

Shulot was silent. After a while, he looked at Keka with wide eyes expressionlessly.

"Kaka, do you still have contact with the Red Dog Alliance on the opposite side?"

"Ah! Great Chief, I am loyal to you and have no second thoughts!"

Keka's back felt cold, and he fell to his knees with a plop. He really wanted to get in touch with the other party, but he was in the main camp of the cactus tribe, and he was in danger, so there was no chance.

"Kaka, all of your Guakili people have the same origin, even if they are connected, it doesn't matter. You can persuade them to work for the alliance together!"

Shulot smiled faintly, his eyes fixed on Keka's expression.

Keka trembled all over, like a frog being stared at by a green snake. He looked terrified and raised his right hand to swear.

"Ancestor Witness! Great Chief, since I surrendered to the Alliance, I have never contacted the Red Dogs!"

"oh?"

Shulot watched for a moment, then smiled. He looked at Miwa again.

"Ancestors witness! Great Chief, Miwa doesn't either!"

Miwa was stunned, imitating Keka's hand gestures, and swore.

"If I break my oath, my soul will not be able to return to the embrace of Mother Earth!"

Shulot raised his eyebrows. He looked at the talisman of the main god that he personally put on the other party, and after a while, he still nodded in praise.

"good!"

The king smiled with satisfaction.

"In this case, I have a mission to give to the loyal Red Frog Warrior!"

Keka and Miwa looked at each other with a bad feeling.

"The dog-born camp on the opposite side stretches for several miles, and the flags of the various tribes are quite mixed. The red frog warriors are of the same origin as the tribes, with the same clothing, language, and customs. They are completely unrecognizable at night, and they are the easiest to mix into the camp."

The king sorted out his thoughts while talking. Then, after a short pause, he gave an order that could not be refused.

"Miwa, I will give you one day to select five hundred elite fighters who are loyal to the tribe! Tomorrow night, go around the mountains on both sides and sneak into the Red Dog camp. When the coalition forces attack before dawn, you will make noise in the camp at the same time. !"

"Ah, night attack?!"

Coca and Miwa exclaimed at the same time. Keka lowered his head, his eyes flickering rapidly.

Night raids are extremely difficult, and elites must be dispatched, and elites who are loyal to the tribe must be dispatched. And the risk of a night attack is astonishingly high, even if one succeeds by chance, the loss will be extremely heavy. And the Mexica allied forces came here in disorder, even if they broke the camp, how could they distinguish the red frog fighters from the various ministries? I'm afraid they won't be wiped out all at once. How can the Red Frog Tribe do this kind of thing of burning the tribe and illuminating the alliance!

Keka thought for a few moments, his eyes turned cold, and he silently clenched his fists. The current strategy is to escape from the cage first. Thinking of this, he knelt down on the ground, and sincerely asked the chief for orders.

"Great Chief! The Red Frog Tribe, I am willing to die for you! I am willing to personally lead the warriors and sneak into the enemy's camp for you!"

"oh?"

Xiulot smiled half-smile, looking at Keka's expression, but couldn't tell the truth from the fake. He had already made up his mind, but now he just shook his head.

"No! Keka, you are the patriarch of the Red Frog Tribe. There must be many people in the Red Dog Camp who know you. You are the first chief of a large tribe to surrender to me. I want to use you again. I must not let you into danger."

Then, the king's expression became solemn, his eyes stern. He looked at the red-haired bodyguard.

"Miwa, you will replace Koka and lead the warriors yourself! The Lord God will bless you!"

Miwa looked at the king, and then at Keka who was willing to die. The kindness of the chief over the years rushed to his heart one by one, and he gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Okay, I will attack the camp for the chief! Respected chief, if I can't come back, please let the chief go back to the tribe!"

"Miwa!"

Hearing this, Keka looked excited and stared at Miwa with wide eyes. His fingers twitched like water snakes. In this season, the water snakes on the wilderness are no longer active, and never use all their strength to hunt. They are more inclined to be lazy and "paddle" and sometimes "fish".

"Chief, I will definitely lead the warriors to destroy the Red Dog camp! Even if I return to the embrace of the Mother Earth, I will not hesitate!"

Miwa looked determined. He raised his hand and swore without paying attention to Coca's fingers. Shulot glanced over, but didn't understand.

"Ah! Miwa!"

"Chief!"

Coca's expression became more and more excited. Seeing the excited chief, personal guard Miwa also became excited. Shulot laughed in satisfaction.

"Very good! Keka, you go down first. I still have a specific plan, and I want to tell Miwa."

"Here, Warchief"

"Go on! Tomorrow's night attack involves the power of the gods, so it must not be known by too many people!"

".Yes, Warchief!"

Keka's eyes widened, and he exited the big tent helplessly. Before leaving, he took a deep look at Miwa and cursed in his heart.

"You stupid cow in the wilderness! If I fold all my elites tomorrow, even if you escape from death, I will beat you to death!"

Seeing the reluctance in the chief's eyes, Miwa was moved. He promised again firmly.

"Chief, don't worry! I will lead the elite and overturn the opposite camp!"

"I"

The curtain of the big tent was closed. Berthard stood in front of the curtain with a smile on his lips. Xiulot's expression remained unchanged. He has been thinking about tomorrow's battle situation. Breaking through the mountain camps and the main force of the dog descendants, all in one fell swoop!

After a while, the king gave detailed instructions.

"Miwa, you have selected 500 people, you must focus on loyalty. The teams spread out from each other and sneaked into the mountain camp in batches from the rolling hills on both sides."

"The scouts have already found out. The big tribes in the front camp are heavily guarded, and there are elite redheads on guard day and night. You are few in number, don't attack the front camp, try to sneak into the back camp! There are many ordinary tribes in the back camp, and they are in a mess. If you encounter patrols Scouts, you can pretend to be different small tribes"

"Great chief, please rest assured! The soldiers are veterans in the wilderness, and they are familiar with the rules among the tribes. There will be no problem sneaking into the back camp!"

Miwa puffed out her chest and promised.

"Okay! After sneaking into the camp, you all wait patiently."

The king nodded slightly. Then, his expression took on a bit of solemnity, as if possessing divinity.

"Tomorrow the priests will pray all night, praying for the coming of the Lord God! The Lord God is also the God of War, in charge of thunder and fire. Before dawn, there will be thunder in the mountains, and flames will fall from the sky! When the irresistible divine power descends on the valley, it is your action when!"

"Ah, Warchief?"

Miwa was a little surprised. He didn't dare to question the majesty of the main god of Mexica, but repeated in confusion.

"Thunder and fire? Falling from the sky?"

"Yes! First there was thunder rolling, like a roar; then the flames fell from the sky, and the water was splashed."

Xiulot was full of fighting spirit and shouted orders.

"At this time, you try your best to make noise in the rear camp, shouting that the gods are coming, and the sky will burn the mountains! Your first task is to create chaos, make noise, set fire, and kill people. When the camp is chaotic, don't stay longer, try to attract as many people as possible. If there is a flow of people, you should flee to the north first. You can escape as far as you can. As for how many enemies are killed, it is all secondary."

"The alliance only needs the enemy to be in chaos! Each department has their own calculations. As long as the fleeing momentum starts, there will be no firm fighting spirit. After dawn, there will naturally be a large army to conquer and quell all resistance!"

"Miwa, do you remember?"

"... Great Chief Death, I remember."

Miwa swallowed hard, knelt down on both knees, and bowed to the ground.

"Okay, go down and prepare! If you win this battle, you will be the first!"

Miwa nodded, and walked out of the camp backwards. He saw the mysterious chief continue to discuss with the warrior chief, speaking some incomprehensible words, which was awe-inspiring.

"Bothard, summon the war priests and hold a ceremony in the camp tomorrow. Send envoys to appease the three tribes of Otomi. Tell them that the Mexica Alliance is about to hold a divine descent ceremony, and pray for the blessing of divine power! The God of War is in charge of thunder and flames, and also The same power will be given. Let them stay in the camp without fear."

"Follow orders, Your Highness!"

"On the hills on both sides, have the shooting platforms been cleared?"

"Your Highness, taking advantage of the opportunity of logging, the warriors have already cleared the high ground on the mountain, built planks, and are ready to shoot the small platform of the cottage."

"Okay! The black wolf is not here. Choose five hundred longbow guards and five hundred temple crossbowmen, and hand them over to Toltek's adjutant Tupa! Let the crossbowmen be in place ahead of time. After the wooden cannon bombards tomorrow night, they will Fire rockets at the battalion!"

"Follow orders, Your Highness!"

"Give eight wooden cannons and a dozen trebuchets to Barda, and give him a thousand warriors! Get ready in advance. At the deepest hour of the night tomorrow, aim the wooden cannons at the cottage and throw burning fireballs!"

"Follow orders, Your Highness!"

"Samurai Commander, as for you"

Shulot paused slightly, with a serious expression on his face.

"I'll give you five hundred heavy-armored jaguar warriors, one thousand medium-armored longbow guards, and one thousand vanguard barbarians!"

"Your Highness!"

Bertard's expression was shocked, this was almost the core force of the Praetorian Guards.

"Berthard, rest assured and recharge your batteries. When the next day dawns, break the enemy camp for me!"

"Die for you!"

The warrior commander bowed respectfully to the ground. The silence on his face no longer turned into a deep killing intent, reflected in the firelight in the big tent.

"My supreme sun, after this battle, you will surely shine in the north!"