Aztec Eternals

"Boss, the dogborn savages are collapsing!"

The sun slanted westward slightly, dyeing the yellow leaves in the mountains red. The Great Chief Mespa, wearing the cotton armor of an ordinary soldier, climbed up the nearest hill in two steps. While listening to the reports of the family warriors, he looked at the battle ahead.

Two or three miles away, the red dog's flag was waving north, and the red-haired figure fled in panic. Mesper finally laughed with satisfaction.

"Haha! Chasing and chasing slowly, I finally caught the wild dog's tail! Pass the order, and the warriors in the front team will rush to me! The warriors in the rear team will speed up, and don't care about the routs along the way. Who can catch the barbarians? Chief, I will reward him with two hundred acres of fertile land from the fief in the valley!"

"Obey, leader!"

The family warriors obeyed. Then, he hesitated for a while, and softly advised.

"Boss, the Ottopan Legion is more than a dozen miles away, clearing up the remnants of the enemy. The Mexica Legion is further behind, taking prisoners. Only the 2,000 warriors of our Parmus Legion are chasing here, and there are hundreds of surrenders. Barbarian, shall we slow down and wait for the rear army to join us before attacking?"

"What are you waiting for! The morale of the legion is high, and the barbarians have already dispersed. Palms Valley is twenty miles to the north. The hometown of the warriors and the fief of the nobles are all close at hand! It is time to pursue them, how can we Let the enemy rally!"

Mespa's expression changed, and he scolded angrily. Then, he looked around and lowered his voice in front of his confidant.

"What's more, since the Northern Expedition up to now, the legion has not achieved an inch. When the dog descendants are expelled, the states will reward them according to their merits. If there is not enough military exploits. How can we Pams nobles preserve the fiefdoms in the state and not be punished? Outsiders intervene!"

"Chief. Follow your orders."

Hearing this, Wu Jiawu nodded helplessly. He bowed to the ground and then left with the order.

Half a mile away, Amosi lay silently in the forest. Looking at the warriors saluting on the hill, he let out a long breath.

"After searching for a long time, I finally found you!"

Amoshi gripped the bow and arrow under his body, squinting one eye to watch. He gestured with one hand, and quickly frowned.

"This distance, if you shoot an arrow"

Amosi pursed his lips and turned to look beside him.

"Alan, that short and sturdy warrior is probably the leader of the opponent. Yes, the one who was saluted just now is walking this way. When he reaches the mountain path directly below, are you sure you can shoot him?"

"Father, no problem."

Alan was wearing a tight-fitting short jacket, fastened with ties where it got in the way. She narrowed one eye, gestured twice with her fingers, and nodded in affirmation.

"Where are you going to shoot?"

"Uh, where did you shoot?"

Amoxi was startled, can this be chosen? It seemed that Alan's shooting skills far surpassed his own.

"Shoot where you have the greatest grip."

He thought for a while and added.

"Alan, I will rush out with the soldiers to attract the attention of the guards! Don't worry, wait for the best opportunity!"

"good!"

There was silence again in the forest, only the sound of low breathing remained. Mespa walked proudly, and when he walked to this narrow mountain path, his expression suddenly changed.

"kill!"

With a roar, Amoxi rushed out of the forest with dozens of elites. Mesper took two steps back and waved his hand abruptly. Dozens of family warriors beside him rushed forward and fought with the raiding enemies.

"Whoosh!"

In this brief gap, a bone arrow suddenly shot out! In the blink of an eye, the bone arrow passed through a distance of sixty steps, bringing out the howl of death!

"ah!."

"Alan!"

The evening wind is blowing, and the night song is mournful. Hongxia flooded the sky, and blood moistened the soil. Soon, the deep night swallowed all the red. The darkness stretched all the way to the south, and finally stopped in front of the big tent in the mountains.

"Your Highness!"

Berthard opened the tent door, strode in, and bowed his head quietly to salute. Then, he glanced at his old acquaintance in the corner, who was full of travel and dust, obviously not long ago.

"Um?"

The discussion in the account came to an end. Shulot raised his head, looked at the samurai commander who had entered the account directly, and smiled.

"What's wrong?"

"Your Highness, the attacking Parmus Army was ambushed."

Having said this, Berthard paused, his expression a bit complicated.

"Chief Mespa was attacked and killed on the spot by red-haired hunters who were ambushing. The Palmus Legion then collapsed. The Ottopan Legion made an emergency rescue. So far, only half of the 2,000 Palmus warriors have escaped!"

"Another rout and ambush. O'Quiele lays down and dies, Giova fights in the middle, Chino gets captured in the middle, and Mespa dies in the middle. It's a tried-and-tested tactic."

Hearing the samurai commander's reply, Shulot shook his head, but his expression remained unchanged.

Although the strategy of fleeing and setting up an ambush is simple, it has been tried and tested repeatedly against enemies who are not disciplined enough. It is not easy to implement such a strategy. It requires sufficient mobility and flexibility of the troops, and it is a classic tactic of grassland nomads and bandit old battalions. More than a hundred years later, the peasant army in the late Ming Dynasty would use the same tactics to defeat the official army who was good at battle countless times.

The king pondered for a moment, a faint smile appeared on his face. He looked at the samurai commander and asked calmly.

"Pamus City was originally the fief of Mespa, right?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Bertard nodded knowingly. He glanced at the corner again, and spoke quietly.

"When the Guakili people went south, the Red Dog tribe marched extremely fast. Chief Mespa abandoned his family and ran south with only his eldest son and a few cronies. Now, Mespa's eldest son died in the Red Fox Valley, and Mespa Chief Pa also died in battle here unfortunately. Palms City is already an unclaimed land."

Xiuluo nodded and continued to ask.

"How many nobles are left in Palms State?"

"Your Highness, the nobles of Palms who led the army were heavily attacked and killed by red-haired hunters, and there were not many left. When the dog descendants went south, they were killed again. The entire Palms Valley is almost unowned."

"Um."

Shulot lowered his eyes and nodded slightly. Then, he asked seemingly unintentionally.

"Giova's Ottopan Legion, how is the rest?"

"Your Highness, the Ottopan Legion has finished its reorganization. Although the Mountain City Legion has lost a lot in several battles, its morale is still strong and it is completely under the prince's control."

Berthard smiled quietly, implying deep meaning.

"very good!"

Xiulot smiled and ordered calmly.

"Since this is the case, let's move the Palms Legion to the back! Let the Guamare Legion be on the top, pursue it day and night, and put pressure on the canines. The main force of the Imperial Guard Legion will continue to fight steadily and support it from the back."

A few words from the king decided the fate of many people. Only then did he look at the kneeling figure in the corner, and smiled gently.

"Well, it seems that what I told you just now needs to be changed slightly. Now, the Palms Valley can be directly included in the Kingdom's direct administration. After the recovery of the Palms Valley, you will be the Lord of Palms. I will Form a Northland Legion, and you will be the commander of the army. To establish a rule in the Northland, there is not enough force."

"Yes! Your Highness, follow your will."

The figure prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed nine times in reverence according to the etiquette of meeting the king. Then, he bowed to the ground obediently, and in a low voice, he recited psalms of praise.

"Your Highness, you are a martial eagle, bathed in the magical red sun, and bestowing light on the northern land! This is a wasteland without green trees and vitality, which has been vicissitudes for thousands of years in ignorance. It But because of your arrival, brilliant flowers bloomed and lush vitality was born! Your Highness, you are the red light of the Northland! I will follow the guidance of the light and crawl under your feet forever!"

"Haha, the poetry is good, get up!"

Shulot laughed out loud. He stretched out his hand, shook the other person's hair vigorously, and then helped him up with his own hands.

"The more setbacks the poet encounters, the more beautiful the poems he writes. Balamo, it seems that you have really experienced a lot of hardships in the past few years!"

Hearing this, Balamo slowly raised his head, revealing a weather-beaten face and a pair of exceptionally deep eyes. He listened to His Highness's words, a wry smile appeared on his face.

"Your Highness, I have stayed in the wasteland for more than three years. I have eaten countless winds and sands, seen countless mountains, and encountered white disasters. I think about it day and night, and dream of waiting for your call! When your envoy sent an edict, I immediately rushed to the altar, prayed to the supreme Lord God, and praised your gift!"

"oh?"

Shulot smiled, noncommittal.

"How did I hear that when the emissary arrived, he didn't find you at first. And you are in the tent of a Guamal lady?"

"Ah, this! Your Highness, I am following your will to spread the belief of the Lord God! The glory of the Lord God has taken root in all the tribes of Guamal. Many female leaders who control the tribe have become devout believers of the Lord God!"

Hearing this, Balamo's face trembled, and then he showed compassion and replied sincerely.

"For the light of the Lord God, I am willing to give everything! Even if I experience physical suffering, I must light the holy fire of light in my wild heart!"

"alright."

Xiulot put away his smile and waved his hand. Palamo immediately shut up and bowed to listen. The king looked at the warrior commander with a solemn expression.

"How many Guakili people ambushed the Parmus Army, and how many tribes are there?"

"According to the reports from the scouts of the Red Frog Tribe, the enemy has 3,000 to 5,000 fighters, of which nearly 1,000 are red-haired. The main tribal flags are the Red Dog, Red Monkey, and Red Crow."

"The main force of the Red Dog was defeated and not scattered, and now it can organize a counterattack. Chichika is a hero."

Xiulot praised it. Then, he was a little puzzled.

"Red Crow Tribe? I remember, this is a small tribe that escaped from the Red Fox Valley?"

"Yes, Your Highness. The Red Crow Tribe fled to the east and became a vassal of the Red Dog Tribe. They don't have many warriors, but their shooting skills are excellent. The one who killed Chief Mespa was the hunter of the Red Crow! "

"Um."

Xiuluo nodded. He has always remembered the prophecy of the old priest of the Red Crow, and he has also left an impression on this small tribe. The king pondered for a while, then spoke again.

"Red Monkey Tribe. Is this the tribe that captured General Chipa before and quietly sent it to the main camp?"

"Yes, Your Highness. Ozoma, the chief of the Red Monkey Tribe, seems to know the alliance very well. He is not a stubborn frog in a well, but more like a flexible water snake in a lake."

Bertard replied in a low voice.

"Yeah. Chipa the Flexible Water Snake's injury, is it healed?"

The king nodded knowingly and asked calmly.

"He has been in the back camp, and the injury has recovered."

"Okay, call him over."

Xiulot made a decision. Then, he turned around, looked at Balamo, and smiled lightly.

"Palamo, my poet general. Before your light comes, there is still a small test."

Hearing this, Balamo's heart tightened. He quickly knelt down and expressed his respect respectfully.

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

"Come here a little bit."

Shulot waved, and the poet and general came on his knees. Seeing this scene, the king raised his eyebrows and whispered his will.

The night is like a heavy sky net, covering everything in it. The bonfire in the big tent gradually dimmed, and the figures shuttled and left. When everything was calm, the king stood in the shadow of the bonfire, looking up at the sky full of stars.

The Libra constellation in autumn outlines a shining rhombus, which flickers on the track of the sun's movement, symbolizing a certain scale of the human heart.

Xiu Luote watched for a long time alone, thinking of some arrangements since the Northern Expedition, his heart was ups and downs, but he talked to himself calmly.

"The Northern Expedition is to rule the North, not to expel the dog descendants. The feudal kingdom cannot project too much power in the north for a long time. Those Otomi nobles who hinder the rule must die in the war; the melons who are beneficial to the rule The Li tribe will be retained after the war. War is a continuation of politics, serving for the rule. The so-called life and death are nothing more than that!"