Aztec Eternals

Sparse raindrops fell from the deep sky, neither fast nor slow, and landed silently. The long wind blows along the long river, neither hot nor cold, just right. It is the season of late summer and autumn harvest. In the deep forest, there is no fragrance of ripe grains, only the ever-blossoming flowers and trees, attracting swarms of hummingbirds and butterflies.

The exploration fleet stayed in Eight Hundred Town for two days before setting sail again. Battalion Commander Pimon himself led two hundred warriors and eight hundred captives to follow along the Talsas River. The expedition fleet was fully loaded with the team's food and went upstream. After traveling for forty miles, they encountered the first obstacle, the first Sancha River mouth.

"This is the mouth of the river to the east."

Pimon leaned on a spear and stood on the rocky riverside tidal flat. He pointed to the upper reaches to the north of the estuary, and to the fork to the south of the estuary.

"North of the estuary is the upper reaches of the mountains. Next, we will turn to the north and continue to go upstream. The mountains in the north are steep, and the river is steep. From here, the young adults will be stretching."

Standing on tiptoe, Chihuaco looked at the stacked mountains in the north and the falcons circling on the top of the mountain, with a look of amazement on his face.

"It's a big mountain! One after another, it's winding, and it's not big!"

Then, he looked to the south again, looking at the same vast mountains and narrow tributaries, and asked aloud.

"Where does this branched stream go?"

"I haven't walked it myself. The local guide said that the Atoyac River (Atoyac) has many branches, all flowing south into the territory of the Mixtec people in the lowlands, and also flowing southwest into the territory of the Tepanik people. In fact, The south is a large mountain forest where all kinds of savages and villages live together."

"Huh? The Atoyac River? The Great Water River?"

Hearing this, Puap was a little surprised. The name Atoyak coincides with the Atoyak Lake in the south of the kingdom. In fact, its meaning is a large water, "big water river".

"That's right! The upper reaches of the Talsas River are very fast and very large. That's why they are called the Atoyak River by the locals."

Pimon smiled and explained.

"The farther you go northeast from here, the deeper you will go into the hinterland of the Mixtec people. Sometimes, you can even meet their tribal scouts. The warriors have fought with them, captured Dingkou, and suffered losses. But this kind of In the mountains, it is impossible to deploy troops at all, and it is difficult to pass through the brigade of warriors, so don't worry."

"I see."

Chivako squinted his eyes, looked at the mountains and birds, and nodded.

"Lord God bless! Let the peasants prepare to stretch, let's go as soon as possible!"

Soon, the slogan of pulling fiber sounded from the side of the river and echoed in the mountains on both sides. Most of the expedition team disembarked and moved forward with the spear warriors. During the day, the young men, with their arms bare, pulled the thick sisal rope, and dragged the long boat slowly northward. In the dark night, the warriors gathered in a circle and formed patrol teams to watch over the entire team.

The curling smoke rises in the silent and desolate valley, bringing the aroma of food and even attracting the wolves of the jungle. Immediately, the guarded Prepecha warriors had their eyes wide open, carrying spears and big bows, and they all chased after him. After a short fight, there were a few pieces of fragrant and chewy wolf meat in Chihuaco's clay bowl at night.

The food for the team is in the hands of the warriors, most of which are stored in the cabins of the longships. The warriors kept a close eye on the food, but they were not afraid of the peasants fleeing. The people trekked through the deep mountains and forests on the stream, 80 li to the northeast, and came to the second mouth of the Sancha River.

"Here, the Dashui River divides into two. The northeast is the upper stream, and the southeast is the downstream tributary. We will continue to the northeast upstream."

Speaking of this, Pimon paused, with a serious expression, and clenched the spear in his hand.

"This is already the territory of the Mixtec people. If you go further, you will encounter the mountain tribe of the other side. And if you travel 150 miles southeast along the downstream tributary, you will be the Mixtec people's territory." Yeguo City. Another hundred miles along the river is Oak Valley City. There are two lush valleys and tens of thousands of tribes gathered there.”

"Yeguo City, Oak Ditch City?"

"Yes! It's the hinterland where many Mixtec tribes gather! Your Majesty the Supreme will lead us sooner or later to conquer all the rats nesting in the mountains!"

Pimon straightened his body, looked at the mountains in the south, and subconsciously held the amulet on his chest.

"Blessed by the Lord God, the kingdom is invincible!"

"Conquer all the ministries in the mountains."

Chivaco squinted again, looking southeast. The mountains there seem to be a little flatter, but they are still rolling. As for the big river right now, although it needs to be stretched when going upstream, it is the only smooth way to connect.

"It's not easy to march on these 100,000 mountains. If you want to travel smoothly, you still have to rely on these rivers!"

Chivaco narrowed his eyes, his thoughts drifting away. Knowing how tough the southern mountain road is, he couldn't help feeling a little worried. However, at this moment, he looked at Pimon's fanatical and devout expression, and said nothing.

"Hey, yo! Keep going!"

The mountain road is difficult, and it is not easy to stretch the fiber. A team of thousands of people meanders forward, traveling more than 20 miles a day. It wasn't until sunset that the crows burst out and everyone stopped by the river.

"This is the third Sancha River estuary, which is divided into Zhengdong and Northwest. Zhengdong is the mainstream of the upper reaches, with sufficient water. Northwest is another upstream tributary that flows into it. The water is not much, and it can barely sail a boat."

Arriving here, Pimon's vigilant expression relaxed slightly. He took a long "huh" breath, took out a deer stomach water bag, and took a few sips of "tons".

"We are right here, turn to the northwest, and will not go further east. If we go further east, although we can pass through, we will bump into a large tribe of Mixtec people. A hundred miles to the northeast is the mud village in the mountains , there are thousands of Mistyk militiamen stationed, and an uncertain number of warriors."

"The mud village?"

Chivaco scratched his head, chewing on the name.

"It sounds like there should be water, and the terrain is low to form a swamp. The mountains, forests and swamps are undulating. This southern land is really a big piece of bad land!"

".I don't know why your Majesty, who should have been struck by lightning, recruited us thousands of miles away to toss in this ravine and creek? Going forward, it is the source of the great river in the mountains. It is dangerous and barren, so what is there to do? What? Uh, God of Destiny, I always have an ominous premonition! Definitely, definitely not a good thing!.”

The old militia's hunch has always come true. And this time, it was even too effective. But a moment later, a naked Mystec scout appeared on the mountain on the eastern bank of the river. He stared at the large group of small dots by the river, stared at the big boat he had never seen before, and opened his mouth in surprise. Then, he raised the conch horn around his neck, puffed his cheeks, and blew it with all his strength.

"Di, di, di! Di di, di di!"

The sharp and ear-piercing sound of the conch horn sounded from the high mountains, flew across the boundless sky, and crossed the mountains and forests in the south, all the way to the distance!

"Quick! Quick! Put on your armor and take out your shields! The archers get on the boat and prepare to shoot! Distribute stone spears to the captives and line up on both sides of the warriors! Tell them that if there is no food, if they flee in the mountains and forests, they will surely die. And if it falls into the hands of the Mixtecs, they will also have their hearts dug out and sacrificed!"

Hearing the warning conch from the Mixtec, Battalion Commander Pimon was instantly alert. He immediately threw away the water bag in his hand, gathered the surrounding warriors, and then put on the bronze middle armor bestowed by His Majesty.

Soon, with the help of their teammates, more than forty elites also put on bronze armor and stood in front of the battle, holding big axes, ready to fight. In order to save energy when marching, they usually don't wear armor. Wearing heavy and hard armor on the body, the morale of the samurai will be changed. This is a real and powerful blessing!

It's a pity that there were only fifty pairs of bronze armor in the entire spear battalion of thousands of people, and almost all of them were brought out.

As for the remaining 160 warriors, after distributing crude stone spears, they drove the unarmored captives to the left and right flanks. They changed into long spears and longbows, and while supervising the young men on the two wings, they guarded the commander in the middle.

With a stern look on his face, Pu'apu took a hundred warriors from the fleet and boarded the long boat that was docked. They stood between the shields on both sides of the longship, and also raised their big bows one after another. Teams wading through the water move very slowly and are the best targets.

Chaotic shouts resounded by the river, Ding Zhuang, a prisoner accompanying the army, panicked and moved a little, but was suppressed by the vicious team leaders. The fear of execution more than ten days ago is still vivid in my mind. As long as the ranks of warriors do not collapse, the prisoners will not flee for a while.

"Dididi!"

The piercing sound of the conch horn became more and more urgent. After another quarter of an hour, the Mixtec group finally came out of the forest on the other side of the long river. Thousands of tribal warriors held stone spears, carried throwing spears and hunting bows, and gathered on the open river bank. Thirty or forty canoes, also carrying one or two hundred elite tribes, poured out from the tributaries in the forest.

Such a light boat weighs only a few hundred kilograms, and each can only carry five or six people, similar to a raft. But they have a very shallow draft and can be easily towed ashore. When going downstream, it travels quickly among the mountains, but when going upstream, it needs to be carried by manpower.

"Zawi, the god of rain, protect the people in the rain and drive out the tiger people in the north!"

Hundreds of tribal warriors shouted on the other side of the river, waving their weapons, threatening the enemies hundreds of steps away. Amidst the boiling shouts, a Mystec god descendant wearing a feather crown and a plume on his back, also holding a sharp copper spear, appeared on the bank of the Dashui River.

A map is drawn in the easter egg chapter. The thousand-mile waterway of the Tulsas River is not only the waterway for the transfer of captives, but also the waterway for the expedition fleet to come from the east.