Aztec Eternals

The night was heavy, covering the mountains and forests. The moonlight is sparse, illuminating the mountain road. In the rugged mountain forest, a group of six or seven soldiers were walking in the dark without lighting a torch. Each of them carried a small package and leaned on a strong spear, trekking northward cautiously.

"Are we leaving like this?"

Everyone walked away for a while, and the youngest Chipawa finally couldn't help it and asked softly.

Zukata listened attentively to the movement in the forest, and continued walking for a while before answering in a low voice.

"What? Do you want to stay and surrender to the Mexica?"

"No! How is it possible!"

Chippa's eyes widened. Zukata quickly made a silent gesture, and he quickly lowered his voice.

"The Mexica destroyed my hometown and killed my father. I will never surrender!"

"Well, no one will surrender. Then keep going!"

Zukata nodded and kept on stepping. He tilted his head and looked at Chippawa's profile. From this perspective, the young militiaman was like someone he had sworn to protect with his life. Some long and unforgettable memories came to his mind, and he couldn't help sighing softly.

"Marshal Quius, I'm sorry for not protecting your son"

Zucata's voice was so soft that Chippawa didn't hear it. Of course, even if you hear it, you won’t understand it.

The encounter between the two seems to be by chance, and it is also like a bonfire story told by a tribal sage. The South Route Army broke up, and Chipawa was led by a group of defeated soldiers to flee north, as food that could walk by itself.

When Zukata led people passing by, he took a few glances at him, then killed the rout soldiers and rescued him. Afterwards, several people went all the way north, crossed the great river, and then all the way north, arrived at the wilderness, and joined the Guakili tribe.

Along the way, Zukata's actions were so clear that it seemed that he had planned it long ago. However, the plan is no longer important, because the important person is no longer there.

Chippawa walked away for a while, then whispered again.

"Captain, although Chief Red Monkey asked us to go south to return the captives of the Red Frog Tribe. But he may not surrender."

Zukata raised his head and gave Chippa a faint look. He was silent for a while, then spoke calmly.

"After taking the first step, will the second step be far behind? The priest of the three gods said that when your soul sinks into the ground, you will be attracted by the deep kingdom of the underworld. Step by step, you will finally fall into the shadow of the moon goddess." At this moment in the hand, the ending is already doomed. If you stay any longer, nothing will change."

After saying this, Zukata pondered for a while and asked.

"Chippawa, are you reluctant to part with the silver in the camp?"

"Ah, Captain!"

Chippa's face flushed. He lowered his head and replied dumbly.

"The canines can't stop the Mexica, we really have to go! It's just that we left in such a hurry that we didn't bring any belongings with me that bag of silver that I had so hard to save."

Zukata shook his head. He looked serious and taught.

"Chippawa, gold and silver are just the temptation of the gods. As a warrior, you can enjoy wealth without restraint, but you must not be bound by it! You must be the master of wealth, not its slave!"

Chippawa looked at Zukata's expression, bit his lip, and said nothing. After a while, he whispered. "Captain, we are different. I am not a warrior of the kingdom, but a conscripted militia. In my life, I have never seen so much money. Back then, if the family had money, they could benefit the conscripted warriors. Dad I won’t be conscripted by the first batch, and I won’t be conscripted by the second batch. My mom and sister won’t live or die.”

"Samurai of Recruitment"

Zucata was silent. He was of noble birth, and was the guard of Prince Quius. His family has been passed down from generation to generation and has served the Tarasco royal family for nearly two hundred years. To him, Zhengding's samurai are just harmless and humble dogs, who will bow down and wag their tails every time they meet. He knew how these people behaved locally, but he never took it to heart. Because ordinary civilians are like ants to him.

The unchanging morals of the world have lasted for more than two hundred years, high and low are like nature. Until the kingdom fell, everything was changed. At this moment, what is the difference between a noble guard living in the wilderness and a son of a militia? But it's all just a matter of subjugation.

"The Kingdom of Tarasco is dead. The Mexica are our enemies."

After a while, Zukata was expressionless and his voice was low.

"We want to survive and live well. Chief Amoxi is ahead. Catch him and go to him. The hope is in the east."

"Ah! Instead of going to the Red Dog Tribe, let's go to the Red Crow?"

Hearing this, Chippawa was a little surprised. A heroic figure was engraved in his heart, giving him instant strength.

Zukata nodded and smiled dully.

"Well. Chief Red Crow is not only persevering and decisive, but also flexible and good at learning. He is an eagle pretending to be a crow, able to avoid the storms of the rainy season, and really soar in Chippawa in the sky of the wasteland. You said, the Red Crow Tribe Always prepared to migrate east.”

"Yes, Sister Alan said. They fled from the Red Fox Valley just to move to the east, to the territory of the Vastyk people."

Chippawa said with certainty. He always kept Sister Alan's words in mind. In fact, Chippawa is slightly older than Alan, but when he thinks of Alan's heroic shooting and killing the enemy, he can't help but think of himself as a younger brother.

"That's it. The East is the only way out."

Zukata nodded in confirmation. It was this sentence that made him decide to join the Red Crow.

"The Vastecs live in the lowland jungle. Their folk customs are weak, they love art, and they have many craftsmen. They are plump grass rabbits, and they have no ability to resist in front of the stoic Steppenwolves. This is a wide road, and Enough for us to walk on it”

"Let's go! Ozoma will soon find out we're gone. He'll either have men after him, or the Mexica legion will be heading north in no time!"

Hearing this, everyone shuddered in unison and quickened their pace with sullen heads.

The night grew darker. Along the way, everyone saw many traces of the Red Crow team walking, but they were still unable to catch up. The elite dog-spawn scouts are very good at running. Even with the rescued captives, they will go away as quickly as the wind, making it difficult for the southern warriors to catch up.

A few quarters of an hour later, the main camp of Red Dog appeared in front of everyone, and a large bonfire flickered at Taniguchi.

"what to do?"

Chippawa was out of breath. He looked at the bonfire not far away and asked tentatively.

"The Red Dog tribe is ahead. Are we going to report Ozoma? Chief Chichika is always generous."

"No."

Zucata shook his head for sure.

"The red monkey is about to surrender, and the end of the north is already doomed. Chief Chichika has the pride in his bones, and he will definitely fight to the end. He has a fierce temperament and is moody. If he passes now, he will die."

Everyone nodded. Zukata lit a torch and walked along the edge of the camp with the token of the Red Monkey tribe. Sometimes he would meet the red-haired team in the mountains, and he would show the token with a dull expression, pretending to be the messenger of the red monkey tribe. Many scouts had seen this southern warrior around Ozoma, but no one doubted it.

The group traveled unimpeded for several miles, leaving the Red Dog camp far behind. Soon the Lancers were on the final hill. Everyone's eyes widened in an instant.

Under the faint morning light, the bonfires that are about to go out are like stars in the sky, covering the entire fertile valley. The tributary of the Tampen River flows quietly, and the farmland beside the river is full of remnants of straw, covering the earth with a gray-yellow coat. Farther away, the small town of Palms is like a low rock lying at the end of sight, simple and vicissitudes.

"Pamus Valley, here we come."

Looking at the large tracts of farmland and rivers, Chippawa looked yearning. At this moment, he thought of his hometown in the south again, and couldn't help talking to himself again.

"It's such a rare sight in the wilderness! It would be great if we stayed here."

Dawn was just breaking, and the morning sun was illuminating the hills. Zukata stood on the top of the high mountain, but did not look at the vast farmland, but turned his back to the valley. He looked at the mountains and forests in the south with a solemn expression, and he clenched the spear in his hand tightly.

"The Legion of the Mexica is dispatched!"

Hearing this, everyone looked back in surprise and saw a shocking scene.

In the mountains more than twenty miles away, thousands of dark green warriors marched northward, followed by tens of thousands of gray-blue figures, like feathered snakes in mythology! A few miles ahead of the army, five hundred red frog warriors were wearing cotton armor and holding bamboo bows, leading the way first. They descended from the heights without stopping at all, and went straight to the main camp of the red dogs behind.

"Ah, look there!."

Chippawa pointed out and let out an exclamation.

Zukata glanced at it, then lowered his eyes. In the familiar red monkey camp, there was an extra flag that he was more familiar with. On the flag, an abstract long serpent circles into a swirling sun, a symbol of the Mexica Union!

"The Red Monkey Tribe has surrendered!"

After a few breaths, Zukata let out a deep breath. In the dawn light, he turned around calmly, and headed towards the Red Crow tribe in the valley without looking back.