Aztec Eternals

The morning sun rises from the east, lighting up the golden sky and the rolling mountains. The cypresses stand upright among the mountains, and the green and yellow needles sway in the wind, like the feathers of gods. The sun rises into the sky, and the mountains and forests fly with leaves. In late autumn, the Sierra Madre Oriental is like the colorful feather coat of the Mother Earth, which makes people dazzled.

"This is the most beautiful season, and it is also the best time for hunting."

Shulot stood on the high ground, looking at the northern scenery, smiling. Behind him, the flag of the black wolf was flying high, and not far away was the camp of the surrendered red monkeys. At the bottom of the high ground, thousands of Mexica warriors looked terrified, their nails clanging, and rushed towards the main camp of Red Dog.

The king's sight fell on the Red Dog camp. He looked carefully for a moment, then pointed.

"Ozoma, is that Chichika standing on a high place wearing a wolf robe?"

"Exactly, respected Chief Death God."

The red monkey chief, Ozomafu, knelt on the ground with an extremely respectful expression. He is like a slave wolf who left the wolf pack and renew his allegiance to the new wolf king.

"Ozoma, how dare you betray me!!"

At the height of the Red Dog camp, the old wolf king's eyes were red, suppressing his anger, and feeling a bone-chilling chill. At this moment, in the eyes of the big leader Chichika, there is no dye in the forest, only everything is withered, and there is no splendor in late autumn, only the approaching winter.

"Boss, the Red Monkey tribe has rebelled. The Mexica Legion is about to attack!"

The guard looked panicked and knelt down at Chichika's feet. The Red Monkey tribe suddenly rebelled, and the enemy was approaching in no time. Red Dog's main battalion had no time to recruit the various ministries, nor did it have time to prepare for defense. At this moment, there are only 4,000 soldiers in the camp, and they are about to fight the enemy's forward!

"What are you afraid of!"

Chichika yelled, raised her foot, and kicked the guard to the ground. He looked ferocious, without any fear, and shouted angrily.

"Two packs of wolves meet in the wilderness, and they are both hungry, so there is nothing but fighting!"

"Listen to you, big boss!"

The guard turned over and continued to kneel down on the ground. Chief Chichika is the backbone of everyone, as long as the chief doesn't panic, his heart will quickly settle down.

"Defend the camp! Raise the battle flag of the tribe and blow the horn of the death battle! The red-haired hunter occupies the shooting height, the tribe warrior raises the shield to cover, and the chief guard supervises the battle in the rear. Select a group of brave warriors and prepare to leave the camp at any time assault!"

Chichika shouted sharply, and the military orders were passed down one by one. Then, the big leader paused for a while, and gave another order.

"Send an envoy to Amoxi at the Red Crow camp, and ask him to quickly lead all the ministries in the valley to come to support!"

"Listen to you, big boss!"

Immediately, two people came out from the personal guards, and with the leader's token, they ran towards the valley behind.

After all this was arranged, Chichika roared fiercely with a murderous look on her face.

"Go, bring all the children of the Red Monkey Tribe!"

Soon, the personal guards escorted six people. A few months ago, after establishing the status of the leader of the Red Dog tribe, Chichika began to strengthen his authority. He recruited several important children from various tribes as his personal guards, including the Red Monkey tribe.

Among these people, the highest status is the brother of Ozoma. As soon as he arrived, he knelt down on the ground with a plop, begging loudly.

"Boss, I didn't know about Ozoma's surrender! I beg you!"

Chichika strode forward, grabbed the opponent's hair with his left hand, took out a long dagger with his right hand, pointed it at the throat, and wiped it violently.

"Shhhh."

The warmth of the big canopy splashed out. Chichika stretched out her hand, following the flowing warmth, she painted her face and hair bright red. It is an ancient custom in the wasteland to paint the holy red and fight to the death!

Seeing this scene, the guards all knew the determination of the chief. Excited, they took out their daggers one after another, killed the remaining red monkey disciples, and painted bright red again.

"good!"

Chichika looked around and saw that the guards' morale was boosted, and they raised their heads and howled in satisfaction.

"Aww! Cut off the heads of these people and hang them beside the red dog's flag. I will stand here today, never step back, and fight to the death with the Mexica!"

"Aww! Fight to the end!"

All the guards shouted in unison, and then they split up and directed each team to fight to the death.

Red Dog's main camp occupies the mountain pass, with mountains to the east, forests to the west, and mountain roads to the north and south. The Mexica army came from the south, led by five hundred red frog warriors. The Red Frog Warriors rushed forward and engaged in close combat with the Red Dog scouts outside the main camp. Both sides are light hunters, attacking and killing each other, vying for the position in front of the camp. Soon, blood was everywhere.

Two quarters of an hour later, the main force of the Mexica Legion finally arrived, and the scouts of the Red Dog tribe were driven back to the camp. Berthard personally put on his armor and waved the flag. More than a thousand temple crossbowmen spread out in front of the camp, approaching within a hundred steps, and then released their arrows together.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The arrows shot upwards like rain, and they were deeply nailed to the wall of Red Dog's main camp, making the hunters on the opposite side unable to lift their heads. The red dog's main business has not been built for a long time. The wall of the village is simple and low, but it only occupies a high place and has the advantage of terrain. At this moment, the tribal warriors held up their wooden shields, and the red-haired hunters crouched behind the wall, waiting for the desperate fight together.

There is no need to save arrows in today's battle. Berthard waited patiently until the crossbowmen fired five rounds, and the wall behind the wall was bright red, and then waved the battle flag again.

"1st Ottopan Warrior Battalion, launch a charge! Longbow Guards Battalion, approach and shoot!"

Immediately the fierce battle drums sounded, and thousands of Ottopan warriors dressed in cotton armor, clutching their batons and shields, charged towards the high camp. And behind the gray-blue figure are more than a thousand longbow guards. Wearing bronze cloth armor and holding a big bow as high as a man in their hands, they approached within fifty paces of the wall of the village and shot at the hunters in the camp.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The howling rain of arrows struck from a high place, hitting the Otomi warrior's vitals. There are more than 600 redheads in the Red Dog tribe, almost twice that of ordinary large tribes. These elite hunters are condescending, and their arrows are never in vain. However, after two rounds of shooting, more than a hundred Otomi warriors who rushed to the battle lost more than a hundred people, and their morale fell.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sharp copper arrow flew upwards, piercing the red-haired hunter from above with great force. The longbow guards looked cold and hard, relying on the protection of the bronze armor to shoot and kill the elite of the enemy. The red-haired hunters fired another round at the samurai, then had to shift their target and shoot at the thick-skinned longbow guards.

The archers on both sides suppressed each other, and the charging Otomi warriors were unstoppable. They roared and rushed to the wall of the village, then climbed up to fight with the dog-born warriors!

The brutal melee devoured the lives of the warriors on both sides, blood and corpses drifted away like red leaves, and bloomed like cactus flowers. In less than a quarter of an hour, nearly half of the thousand Ottopan warriors who rushed into the battle were lost, and their collapse was imminent.

Berthard looked calm, staring at the wall where they were fighting. He saw the dog-born warriors gradually gathering under the wall of the village, and the red-haired hunter also showed his figure, so he waved the command flag.

"First Pioneer Brigade, throw a ball of divine power!"

The army set off from the Hekou Fortress and marched northward for more than 700 miles, carrying very limited gunpowder weapons. When attacking the Red Fox Valley, Tao Tribulus consumed too much, and the remaining amount was only enough for one round of throwing, and it was kept until now. In fact, early gunpowder would gradually lose nitrate powder during long-distance marches, thus weakening its power. At this time, Tao Tribulus may have limited explosive power, and its more role is to shock the enemy.

"Praise the Lord God and dedicate yourself to God!"

The two hundred vanguard soldiers of the first brigade prayed devoutly and shouted frantically. Then, holding the ignited ball of divine power, they rushed towards the wall of the village. Along the way, the Longbow guards gave way one after another, leaving a wide passage for charging.

"Quick! Red-haired hunter, shoot the enemies who charge to death!"

Seeing this scene, Chichika, who personally supervised the battle, changed his expression and shouted repeatedly. He heard from Amoxi from the Red Crow Tribe that this kind of divine power ball is extremely powerful. Although it is inconvenient in field battles, it is a real weapon for attacking camps!

When the Red Dog tribe encountered such a weapon for the first time, they couldn't react in time. In just a moment, hundreds of smoking balls were thrown into the camp, rolling down at the feet of the entangled fighters. The Ottopan samurai didn't support him at all, and at this moment, all his souls were dying. They left the enemy dead, jumped off the wall, and fled outside the camp.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!."

The dog-born warriors were wondering when terrifying explosions sounded like thunder. Hundreds of tribal warriors fell to the ground on the spot, and the red-haired hunters were also stunned by the roar. Botard ignored the first battalion of warriors who had dispersed, and ordered solemnly.

"Second Ottopan Samurai Battalion, charge to the death!"

"Roar! Kill!"

A thousand gray-blue warriors shouted and rushed to the camp. The new round of charge was like a broken bamboo, and the dog-born defenders were hacked to death by the warriors before they recovered from the shock. But half a moment later, the wall of the main camp fell. After several battles, the Red Dog tribe lost nearly a thousand soldiers. The remaining four hundred red hairs retreated into the battalion and continued to shoot arrows to resist.

"The chief guards come forward! Block me!"

Seeing the lost village wall, Chief Chichika's eyes were tearing apart. The sun has just risen in the sky, it will take time for the Red Crow reinforcements to arrive! He personally held up the shield and came to the center of the camp to boost the morale of the tribe. The 2,000 soldiers in reserve also rushed forward, and once again fought with the warriors who had entered the camp.

The sound of boiling shouts shook Taniguchi, and the warm blood merged into a stream. The Red Dog tribe fought to the death, and the situation in the camp reached a stalemate.

Bertard stepped forward a hundred steps and came outside the main camp. He watched the fighting in the camp and frowned deeply.

The terrain in the Red Dog camp is complex, with ups and downs. The fighters from both sides fought together, their teeth intertwined. The sight of the archers is also blocked by the complex terrain, making it difficult to shoot.

The warriors of the legion had broken through the wall and entered the camp. At this time in the past, whether it was the defenders of Tarasco or the tribes in the Red Fox Valley, they would quickly collapse. However, at this moment, the Red Dog tribe is still fighting tenaciously to the death, showing no sign of collapsing. On the verge of being unable to hold on, it was the Otomi samurai who broke in!

"The Red Dog tribe is really tough!"

Shulot stood on the high ground, watching the battle. He saw the gray-blue crowd charging in, but was firmly blocked by the red dog fighters, and even slowly pushed back to the wall. The king was a little surprised and couldn't help but praise his opponent.

"Chichika is a hero who can win the death of a warrior!"

Ozoma looked embarrassed, lowered his head and answered, not knowing how to answer for a while. Two steps away, the poet Paramo looked at the battlefield with a look of joy in his eyes. He was inspired and chanted aloud.

".The most beautiful agate in the world is the blood drop of warriors! It flickers in the dazzling sunlight, and it blows the tenacious and unyielding soul in the long sacred wind, just like the solidified rock in the volcano, even if it leads the soul Even the God of Death will not be able to take you away!."

"Um?"

Hearing this, "Death Chief" Shulot raised his brows. Ozoma also looked up in surprise.

Palamo paused for a moment, and then remembered His Highness's new title for the past two years. Without changing his face, he continued to sing.

"But the power of the god of death is always eternal! The impermanent fate changes like a cloud, but it finally rains down. Just like the life of the warrior, it is destined to wither in the hands of the supreme god of death!"

"There! Well done, Palamo."

Shulot waved his hand, and Palamo shut up obediently. Shulot pondered for a while, then looked to the side.

"Ozoma, Chichika seems determined to fight to the end. The sun has risen in the sky, and the reinforcements in the valley may arrive at any time. I don't want the warriors to suffer too much damage. Do you have any suggestions?"

The king cast his gaze, and Ozoma hurriedly fell to the ground respectfully. His thoughts ran like electricity, and soon he had an idea.

"Respected Chief Death. The Red Dog's main camp has not been built for a long time, and there are indeed omissions."

Ozoma replied respectfully.

"Um?"

"To the east of the camp is a steep mountain. If you climb up the mountain and shoot down from the heights, you can completely suppress the main camp!"

After hearing the reputation, Shulot looked over, looked at the terrain of the main camp, and shook his head in disappointment.

"The mountain in the east is so steep, and there are dog-born hunters shooting on the mountainside. Even if we send elite soldiers to climb, I don't know how long it will take. It will not help the current battle situation!"

"Great Chief, do you know why the Red Monkey Camp is located on this high ground?"

Hearing this, Ozoma had a confident smile on his face.

"Oh? You mean"

Xiulot thought about it.

"Exactly! There is a hidden and narrow mountain road behind the high ground, which connects with the mountains to the east of the main camp. From this mountain road to the north, it only takes two to three quarters of an hour to reach the high mountain! As long as you occupy the terrain, you can not only suppress the camp , even shooting Chichika is not difficult at all!"

"very good!"

Shulot nodded in satisfaction. He looked at the respectful Ozoma, and suddenly smiled.

"Ozoma, the Red Monkey Tribe is familiar with the terrain. I heard you have three hundred red-haired hunters, so just attack once for me!"

"Ah, this"

Ozoma hesitated for a moment, then fell to his knees.

"Great Chief, the Red Monkey tribe has been lost all the way, and now there are only two hundred redheads left!"

"No problem."

Xiulot smiled and ordered calmly, but he could not refuse.

"The Red Frog Tribe still has 300 red hairs. Then let Miwa attack, bring the red monkey hunters, and climb and attack from the mountain road! Five hundred hunters occupying the mountain is enough to make a final decision."

"Miva Zucata."

Hearing this familiar name, Ozoma was slightly distracted and his mood fluctuated.

On the night of Skyfire's attack, Miwa led dozens of elites to raid the Red Monkey camp, but was defeated by Zukata's spear guards and was captured by the tribe immediately. Ozoma personally interrogated Miwa and learned about the treatment of the Red Frog tribe after they surrendered. Only then did they have the idea of ​​surrendering.

Then, after stationing at the front camp of Taniguchi, he sent Zukata to escort Miwa to the south as a sign of sincerity for negotiations. Unexpectedly, although Zukata left secretly, he still completed the escort mission. Now, the great chief actually wants Miwa to lead the elite hunters of the Red Monkey Tribe, what a change in the world.

"Huh? Why, Ozoma, you don't want to?"

Shulot cast his gaze with a mountain of pressure.

"Ah! Willing to die for the great chief!"

Ozoma came back to his senses and kowtowed to the ground.

"I'll lead the guards myself"

"No. Ozoma, you stay with me and advise me."

Shulot shook his head. His gentle smile made Ozoma shiver.

"Leave the matter of the Red Monkey Tribe to your personal guards, and let's deal with it temporarily!"

"...Yes, follow your orders, my wolf king."

Ozoma pursed his lips and bowed to the ground. Then, he summoned his personal guards to order the red-haired hunter to dispatch. After a while, he gritted his teeth, watched the fighting in the distance, and spoke softly.

"The Great Chief."

"Um?"

"I have another suggestion."

"Say it."

"Although the forest on the west side of the camp is dense, we can send an elite team to the back of the main camp!"

"You mean to block Chichika's retreat?"

Shulot was slightly taken aback. He pondered for a while and asked.

"In the current battle situation, if Chichika wants to retreat, the Red Dog tribe will immediately collapse, and instead save the effort to attack!"

"The great chief is wise and enlightened!"

Ozoma first nodded respectfully, and then spoke slowly.

"The team circled back, not to block Chichika's retreat, but to block his reinforcements!"

"Reinforcement? The Red Crow Tribe has thousands of fighters. How can a few small teams be useful? Conquering the Red Dog camp as soon as possible and capturing Chichika is the top priority!"

Shulot smiled and didn't care.

"Great chief, just a few teams, can't stop people, but they can stop people's hearts."

"Block people's hearts?"

"Exactly."

Ozoma smiled faintly, his eyes gleaming like an old monkey in the deep forest.

"Red Crow Chief Amosi seems loyal, but in fact he has a deep scheming mind. If he comes to help with all his strength, he will naturally be unstoppable. But if he has other ideas, these blocking teams can help him convince himself and his followers."

Having said this, Ozoma bowed to the ground again and respectfully called for the battle.

"Great Chief, the Red Monkey Tribe still has 3,000 warriors who can die for you! The tribe can draw 500 elite soldiers who are familiar with the terrain, and cut off the main camp's rear!"

Hearing this, Shulot turned around and looked at Ozoma. The other party's face was full of sincerity, as if he really surrendered from the bottom of his heart and surrendered completely.

After a while, Shulot nodded.

"That's right! Ozoma, you are much smarter than Chief Red Frog. Send people, let's do it!"

"Follow your orders! The mighty Great Chief of Death, Ozoma is willing to submit to your mighty power and be your loyal slave wolf. As long as your mighty power is immortal, my loyalty will never change. This oath ancestor witness!"

Ozoma swore on the ground and said the words he had prepared for a long time. He looked up at the great chief's expression, and then walked backwards.

Xiulot smiled slightly, but in his eyes was the indifference of a king. He stood on a high place, squinted his eyes, and looked up at the sky.

At this time, the scorching sun was shining, and the sound of shouts of killing echoed in the mountains, mixed with the wailing of dying. And the sky is as blue as washing, and the sun is as golden as fire, it is the fiery noon!