Aztec Eternals

The long night is long, the clouds are piled up, there are no lights, and there are no stars and moons. The Mixtec infestation started north of the river bank and emerged west of the camp. Wave after wave of fighting took place in the dark. At first it was the sound of shooting arrows, then the sound of running footsteps, then the cry of struggle, the wail of wounded, the moan of dying, and the sound of "plop" struggling into the water.

Chihuaco and Puap boarded the longboat, looking into an indistinguishable distance, and listening to sounds on the wind. The two clenched their weapons, gathered the members of the expedition team, and waited patiently on the boat. Fighting at night like this, many people may not be a good thing.

"Well, it looks like the other side doesn't have many people."

Chivako raised his palm and placed it on his ear, frowning and listening for a long time.

"As long as the camp on the shore is not chaotic, such a night attack will not cause many casualties"

"Kill! The Rain God blesses you!"

"Ah! The supreme cloud snake!"

As soon as the words fell, a rush of shouts suddenly erupted near the camp of the Tlaxcala prisoners. Then, in less than a quarter of an hour, sporadic and hurried shouts of killing turned into bursts of panicked exclamations.

The young Tlaxcalans waved their stone spears wildly, ran chaotically between the darkness and the campfire, and even collided with each other. Then, the howling of the wounded, high and low, sounded continuously, like the cry of a wounded and desperate wild deer, all the way to the river.

"Ding Zhuang's camp is in chaos. Some enemies have entered."

Pu Apu's eyelids twitched. He wished he could stretch out his hand and tightly covered the mouth of the old militiaman.

"I'm talking about old man Qi! Can you shut up the stinky mouth of your doomsday salamander kissed by me?!"

In traditional mythology, the incarnation of Shulotel, the god of death, is a black dog with a red tongue. However, he also transformed into a salamander to escape the sacrifice of the sun. The salamander heralded the death of the gods, also known as the end (ynixquichcauitl tlamiz cemanavac, or doom).

"Eh? Doomsday salamander? Puap, you're speaking ill of His Majesty, besides, His Majesty kissed the princess."

Night raids, fighting and chaos lasted the whole night. Shouts and howls, like frogs in the rainforest, kept disturbing people's minds. Fortunately, the team of Prepecha warriors has never been chaotic.

Battalion Commander Pimon led a large group of warriors, and while entangled with the Mystek elite attacking at night, he suppressed the fleeing Tlax Caladin Zhuang. It wasn't until the morning light lit up the sky and the night-attacking enemies withdrew that the long-lost peace descended on the river bank.

The sky was getting brighter, Battalion Commander Pimon tightened his lips, and boarded the hillock on the shore. He looked around the messy camp, at the fallen corpses by the river bank, and at the fleeing Tlaxcala captives, with anger burning in his chest.

"Bastard! Eight hundred stupid turkeys! Go, eagles of Prepeca, and catch all these wandering turkeys!"

Two hours later, the "turkeys" returned to the camp on the shore. However, there are only more than 600 left. The rest either died or fled. Battalion Commander Pimeng stood for a long time with a gloomy face under the trembling gazes of the young men. He clenched the copper spear several times, and swallowed the cold words as they came to his lips.

"The courage of these turkeys has been frightened. If I kill a few more, I'm afraid they will collapse at the touch of a finger. Damn it! Marching and fighting, it's better not to bring teammates like turkeys with you!"

However, "turkeys" also have a role. When the morning sun rose into the air, hundreds of young men, with low morale, dragged the long boat by the river and stepped into the northwest tributary. In order to speed up, the two hundred sailors of the expedition team also joined the fiber pulling team. As for the remaining hundreds of samurai, they were fully armed and armed, guarding the other side of the long river.

On the other side of the long river, a smug smile appeared on the face of Yunshi Kawa. He was still carrying the feathers, leading hundreds of tribal warriors, looking across the river.

"Haha! It turned out that there were two hundred eagles, two hundred tigers, and eight hundred weed rats!"

"Exactly, the leader is right."

Ear Qiaoao leaned forward. There was still blood on his body, and his face was glowing with excitement.

"I took the hunters and harassed them all night. Warriors in armor are hard to fight, and archers who shoot arrows are also hard to fight. Only those militiamen with spears will be defeated after two charges!"

Speaking of this, Joao paused and grinned.

"Leader, are the hunters still going tonight?"

"Of course!"

Yunshi Kawa touched his chin, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Facing the tiger people in the north, the tribal elders in the city, many people are afraid! If I can defeat this team and capture the sacred ship, my reputation among the tribes in the lowlands will be hahaha!"

The excited laughter echoed along the rushing river, reminiscent of a proud bobcat. When the night fell and another long dark night came, the night attack team ran into trouble.

"Huh? Where did those Ding Zhuang with the stone spears go?"

Ear Qiaoao looked puzzled. He looked at the heavily guarded warrior camp on the river bank, but he couldn't find any trace of the "grass rats".

"Like? In a boat?"

Another senior hunter, Suoy, squinted his eyes and looked at the densely packed figures on the boat two hundred steps away under the faint moonlight.

"On the big ship, there are many people, many, many people. There are militiamen with spears and archers with bows."

".Damn it!"

Ear Qiaoao frowned and cursed angrily.

"Sooner or later, the rain god will rain heavily, causing a mountain torrent and sinking them all to the bottom of the river!"

"Otherwise, let's try again, attacking the warriors on the shore, and then sneaking onto the ship?"

"."

Ear Qiaoao hesitated for a long time before nodding.

"Then try again!"

Facts have proved that without the drag of the "grass rat", the eagle of Prepeca is very difficult to deal with. When the morning sun rose, the "Lynx" who attacked at night left more than 30 corpses, while the warriors on the opposite side suffered more than a dozen casualties. In the entire tribe, there are very few hunters who are well-nourished, physically strong, and able to see and fight at night, and they simply cannot withstand such consumption.

"...What is this strong thick skin made of?"

On the river bank, Yunshi Kawa looked dignified. In his hand, he held a pair of damaged bronze cloth face armor, turned it over and over, and touched it for a long time. There are more than ten stabbing marks on the front of this pair of cloth armor. But these stabbings only pierced the cloth surface, not the hard sheet inside. On the entire middle armor, there is only a fatal breach on the weak side and back.

"...We took advantage of the darkness to surround a small team. As a result, six elite hunters were killed in a row. Only then did we kill the armored team leader before the enemy's reinforcement team arrived."

Qiao Ao pursed his lips, with grief and indignation on his face.

"Suoy stabbed the opponent three times in a row! As a result, the enemy ignored him and hacked him to death with an axe! Leader, let me take more soldiers to avenge Suoy!"

"...the Supreme God of Rain!"

Yunshi Kawa looked across the river bank, counting silently in his heart. There are also more than forty eagle warriors in armor. And the current position, already deep into the upper reaches of the northwest, is only one day away from Linshui Village, an outpost occupied by the Tigers. He pursed his lips tightly and was silent for a long time before sighing in a low voice.

"Let's retreat! Return to Yeguo City!"

A day later, the expedition fleet arrived at Linshui Village along the long river. This is a village of the Tlaxcalans, which has been deserted, and is now occupied by the Southern Route Army as an outpost of the Mountain Pass Fortress Group.

The small village was built on the high ground by the river, surrounded by a new fence. A brigade of two hundred Mexica warriors was stationed here, as well as twice as many militiamen.

The expedition team rested in Linshui Village for a day, replenished some fresh water, and continued to set off. Here, a tributary of the Dashui River has become a Xiaoshui River. The Xiaoshui River is only three meters deep, but it is enough for boats. And along the river, continue to go up against the current, first travel 50 li to the north, then turn to the northeast and travel 30 li, and you will arrive at the important food transfer town of the South Army Corps, where thousands of legions are stationed in the mountain fortress group.

At this point, the terrain becomes flat and the current slows down. The fleet does not need to pull the fiber, and it can already ship against the trend. Battalion Commander Pimon was here, saying goodbye to Chihuaco and the other two.

"Lord God bless! Two captains, follow the big river from here, go all the way to the northeast for eighty or ninety miles, and you will arrive at the camp of Shuigu City where His Majesty is! I have to return to Babai Town as soon as possible, and I will part here. May Eagle of Prepeca, soar in the western sky!"

"Haha! The eagle spreads its wings, not only in the west, but also in the east and south!"

Puapu laughed loudly, clenched his fists in his chest, and patted his chest hard.

"When I meet His Majesty, I will definitely tell you about your loyalty and bravery in front of the king!"

"Okay, thank you so much! May the Lord God bless us!"

"May the Lord God bless us and bless the kingdom!"

The three of them prayed together and said goodbye. The long boat continued to sail, twenty miles a day. After four or five days, they finally reached an open and fertile valley.

The wide river flows slowly between the valleys, criss-crossing. And the boundless farmland suddenly unfolded in front of my eyes, showing a picture of a bumper harvest. Tens of thousands of tribes are young and strong, bowing their heads, carrying bamboo baskets and straw baskets, and carrying stone sickles, working hard in the fields. After waiting for five months, the hundreds of thousands of acres of corn fields finally had a bumper harvest!

"It's so beautiful!"

The old militiaman stood at the bow of the boat in a daze, looking at the harvest scene, as if seeing the most beautiful dream. This is the deepest longing in his heart, no matter how dangerous the waves are, no matter how many miles away from home, it is deeply entangled in his heart and emerges in his dreams.

"It's so beautiful!"

The old militiaman murmured, repeating again. Then, he lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. The memories of the past few years flashed in his mind, changing his mind little by little. Like a pea, deep in his heart, it slowly took root and sprouted again.

"This blind majesty is finally able to do good things. Phew~~"

The old militiaman let out a long breath. Then, he stretched out his old hand, groped in his bosom for a while, and found a shriveled pea

The long wind blows, and the fragrance floats a thousand miles away. The old militiaman looked at the beans in his palm with clear old eyes, and smiled reassuringly. Then, he stretched out his hand, looked at the golden field, facing the evening sun, and gently threw the pea that had been kept for a long time into the field on the bank.

The young Dark Snake pursed his lips and wrapped his clothes tightly around his body. He looked at this piece of land that he grew up with, he was very familiar with it, but now it is a bit strange, his eyes gradually became moist. Then, he turned his head, looked at the old captain with the same wet eyes, and opened his mouth cautiously.

"Papa Qi, what are you doing?"

".I am farming!"

Chivaco smiled happily, like the most common old farmer in the countryside. After experiencing so many waves, from the beginning to the end, he has never changed.

"Dark Snake, let me tell you about my farming skills, it's great!~"

In early October, the Kingdom's expedition fleet finally arrived at Water Valley City by the river. From the estuary of Talsas on the Pacific Ocean to the Xiaoshui River outside Shuigu City, the fleet sailed for several months and traveled nearly 2,000 miles. They met countless tribes and witnessed countless mountains and rivers. waves!

"Through the journey, if such a long river can be completely opened up, what kind of changes will it bring to the whole world?"

No one can answer this question, not even His Royal Highness. Because at this moment, he was already wearing armor and carrying a big bow, standing under the towering and dangerous Cloud Snake City.

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