Aztec Eternals

The Tlaxcala Basin in February is cold and chilling. The farmlands are barren, the villages are abandoned, there are no villagers for hundreds of miles, and there are no people in the wild. However, in the cold wilderness, weeds sprout new shoots, and pines and cypresses sprout shoots. Groups of birds are flying in the clear sky, and groups of animals are wandering in the deserted wilderness. In this fertile tropical plateau, when the human habitation suddenly recedes, the natural vitality rushes in like a tide. Birds and beasts occupy the habitat of humans and reproduce to their heart's content, until a sharp arrow suddenly shoots at them!

"Whoosh!"

Sensing a threat, a water goose spread its wings and took off. However, just halfway through its flight, it suddenly fell from the sky. The red-haired hunter Chabo grinned, holding a big bow, and ran to the water's edge. He stretched out his hand to grab Shuiyan's neck, weighed it a little, and then smiled.

"Haha! What a fat bird! It weighs more than ten catties!"

"Hey! Such a big goose!"

Soon, the red-haired hunter Mi Kui also emerged from the lush grass. He looked at the wild goose he had just shot, and grinned so much that his mouth was drooling.

“Enough for two meals for the two of us!”

"No! It's enough for me to eat four meals!"

The red-haired Chabo lifted the wild goose, glanced sideways at the hunter Mi Kui, and shook his head to correct him.

"For the past month, I have to run here and there every day, digging in the woods, looking for the snake-man tribe hiding like grass rats. I have to eat a good meal and make up for it!"

"...Chabo, my brother. You can't do this! We split half of the meeting and share the prey with the brothers. This is an old tradition in the wasteland!"

Hunter Mikui leaned forward with a shy face. Over the past month, thousands of dog-born fighters who are good at shooting have been sent to this eastern mountain forest. The birds and beasts in the woods are in bad luck. And the prey in the mountains and forests is limited after all, deer, wolves, they will all be gone soon. In the current situation, if you want to get some meat, you can only rely on shooting birds.

"Ha! The tradition of the wasteland, half of the meeting?"

Hearing this, the red-haired Chabo smiled and shook his head.

"No, Mikui, my brother. We are now warriors of the Cactus Black Wolf tribe, so we have to follow the tribe's rules. Then we will have no part in meeting each other!"

"Chabo, this wild goose is tasteless if it's just roasted."

Hunter Mikui thought for a while, then curled his lips. Then, he took out a small cloth bag from the leather lining.

"Look, what is this?"

"Um?"

The red-haired tea wave sniffed his nose, and a faint aroma came oncoming, with the scent of spices and vanilla. His eyes widened for a moment, and he asked in surprise.

"Hey! This spice? Where did you get it? In the southern tribes, although this stuff is delicious, it's not cheap."

"Haha! This bag of spices was given to us by those Totonac tribes when our team went to patrol the east!"

The hunter Mikui was triumphant, and pointed to the east. Their current location is already more than two hundred miles east of Tree Snake City. And eighty miles to the east, there is the big city of the Totonak people, Wushan City.

"Ha! 'Send' you?"

Hearing this, the corners of the red-haired Chabo's lips curled up, and he laughed.

"Isn't it stolen or robbed? Oh, and it may be that it was not stolen first, and then it became robbed."

"Uh! Chabo, don't talk about me, don't you do the same?"

The hunter Mikui scratched his head and questioned his soul, Chabo was immediately speechless.

"Chabo, let me tell you. The snake tribes hidden in the mountains are all poor and have no oil or water. They dig holes everywhere like mice, and they don't make much fire. It's hard to find. Chief Death Let's go catch. Oh no, it's going to take a lot of work to get a few slaps from these tribes"

Hearing this, the red-haired Chabo sighed, nodded in agreement, and looked a little tired. Drilling in the woods all day long, searching dozens of miles, even the dog descendants couldn't bear it.

After returning from the rainforest tribes in the south, the Guajili Legion repaired for a month or two. Then, the great chief transferred them to the north and arranged a new task, recruiting (capturing) the remnants of Tlaxcala hiding in the mountains and forests, and then moving them to Shuigu City to prepare for this year's spring plowing.

As a canine legion that is good at running, it must be easy to catch these small tribes that lack young men and weapons. But the Army of the Northern Route swept too hard, and most of the remaining tribes in the Tlaxcala Valley scattered into small groups of dozens or hundreds of people, desperately hiding in the forests of two or three hundred miles away. They don't even light a fire, don't repair thatched huts, they just dig a person-deep hole to live in. The tribes with better food fled farther, and even fled to the land of the Totonak people.

The Guajili army had been busy for two months before they brought back five or six thousand old and weak people who were dying of starvation. If they wanted to arrange farming, they had to take care of their health first, and there was no way to explain it to the great chief.

The red-haired Chabo thought for a moment, then lowered his voice.

"Mikui, my brother, you are right. These fleeing snake tribes have nothing, and they still want to eat our food. I heard that last month, the chief black wolf saw the snake we brought back. The human tribe was furious and crushed the pottery cups in anger! The battalion commanders are turning a blind eye now, as long as they can bring back Ding Zhuang, no matter where they come from."

"right!"

Hearing this, Hunter Mikui's eyes lit up. He leaned closer, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the east.

"Those Totonac villages in the east are very rich! Not only vanilla, but also turkey, as well as the shiny shells and beads. Our team has also visited them. Their fighters are better than the forest tribes in the south. They are weaker than the Snakeman tribe, mainly because they don’t have so many archery militiamen. As long as a thousand-man battalion goes there, it’s very easy to attack the villages and towns in the east!”

"Herbs, turkey, shiny shells and beads? East villages, so rich?"

Hearing this, the red-haired Chabo licked his lips, his eyes flickered, and he looked at the eastern sky. The dog descendants are not afraid of fighting, nor are they afraid of hard work, but they are afraid of the enemy's suffering, and there is no oil and water after exhausting themselves.

"In my opinion, instead of continuing to drill in the mountains and forests day and night, it is better to call other teams and small teams to go to the east to make a big game together!"

Hunter Mikui's eyes lit up, and he squeezed the cloth bag tightly, almost squeezing out the spices.

"When you gather five or six hundred people, you can plunder a large tribe with thousands of people, and then bring back all the young men, women and property! Just like the mountain tribes in the south!"

"Ah! It's done!"

The red-haired Chabo held the wild goose's neck tightly with his hands, and punched hard. Listening to Mikui's words, he was like a wolfhound smelling fishy, ​​arousing the wildness in his heart, pacing back and forth excitedly. After a while, he hesitated again.

"Mikui, if we go to fight the village of the Totonak people, if the chief of the black wolf finds out, will he beheaded?"

".I don't think so. The Great Chief Black Wolf only cares about the results. He will be very happy as long as he catches enough bites. Besides, if the Totonacs really take the initiative to fight and there is a big battle to fight, then The Great Chief Black Wolf probably grinned and burst out laughing! However, it's best to find a reason."

The hunter Mikui rubbed his head, squatted down, and looked at the smoke in the east like an old wolf thinking wisely. After a while, his eyes lit up and he yelled loudly.

"Yes, I have a good idea!"

"Ah? What's the idea? Tell me, tell me!"

Hearing this, the red-haired Chabo scratched his head and couldn't wait.

"Haha! Let's drive out a small tribe of snake people with dozens of people and drive them to the village of the Totonak people!"

Hunter Mique grinned, showing yellowed, worn, sharp teeth.

"Then, we said that the Totonac people took the Snakeman tribe and took the initiative to attack us! We were forced to resist and captured the entire village! Yes! The Totonac tribe in the east took in the Snakeman tribe, There are too many, they are all traitors against the Great Chief!"

"Okay! Miku, my brother, although you have short hair, you are really smart!"

Hearing this, the red-haired Chabo nodded repeatedly. He put the big bow behind his back, carried the water goose, and ran out of the mountain to the west.

"I'm going to find the captains of the other brigades!"

The hunter Mikui followed, chasing and shouting.

"Hey, hey! Chabo, run slowly. The fat goose in your hand."

"I invite you to eat with the other captains tonight. You also want your spices!"

The red-haired Chabo turned his head, replied, and continued running towards the camp outside the mountain. Two red-haired hunters, one behind the other, gradually disappeared at the end of the forest. But the Totonac village in the east is still quiet, with curling smoke rising from the kitchen. However, a new flame of war will soon ignite in the east, beyond everyone's expectations.