Aztec Eternals

Autumn is strong, the sky is high and the clouds are cold. The mountains and forests are shadowy, the grass leaves are withered and yellow, and the earth is full of murderous opportunities.

Kino chased his prey, running like a hound, straight into the depths of the forest. Along the way, three hundred Guamare warriors slashed and killed the disintegrated Red Deer tribe, and then gradually dispersed, leaving only two hundred people behind. After chasing for a long time, he finally saw the footsteps of Chief Red Deer stop. After more than a hundred steps, the other party suddenly turned around and looked at him coldly.

"Haha! The bloody red deer barbarian can't escape at last!"

Chino was overjoyed. The battle armor on his body was quite heavy, and he was panting as he ran straight. At this time, seeing that the prey was in front of him, the brave warrior mustered up all his strength and raised his baton to kill.

"Samurai, follow me!"

"Aww! Eat them! Aww"

Chief Red Hart raised his baton, pointed at Kino, and shouted sharply. A shrill wolf howl sounded from the depths of the forest!

Kino turned pale with fright, and beat the baton in his hand. He slowed down his charge, looked left and right, and sweat came out from behind. In the surrounding deep forest, five or six hundred dog-born ambushes rushed out. They roared and rushed towards them ferociously like a pack of wolves, among them were at least two hundred redheads! Even in the dense forest, these fighters still run extremely fast. In just a few dozen breaths, the dog descendants wielded stone hammers and spears, charged fiercely, and crashed into the formation of warriors!

More than 500 dog-descendant warriors fought furiously, fighting close to 200 Guamare warriors, entangled each other cruelly, and then fell down like dead branches. The heavy stone hammer cracked the skull, making the sound of broken bones; the sharp baton cut the chest and neck, and blood gushed out; from time to time, there were bone arrows shot into the eye sockets, and the momentary howling was like a night owl!

"Haha, stupid Otomi dog! The mountains and forests are our territory, let's see how you escape!"

Red Monkey Chief Ozomaran laughed out loud. He first hid in the depths of the woods, commanded the dog-born warriors to surround the enemy, then arranged for the red-haired hunters to approach and shoot arrows, and then sent two teams of warriors to resist the enemy warriors who came to support them. After doing all this, he carefully walked out from behind the forest under the protection of dozens of spear guards.

"Masat, you useless deer, you still need me to save you!"

In the Nahua language, Masate is a running beast, which only refers to wild deer at this time, and later also has the meaning of horse. In the twentieth calendar, Massat is the seventh day, which symbolizes the vigilance of the beast.

"Hmph! Ozoma, I grew up in the mountains and forests, and I am a red-haired hunter in the forest! If it wasn't for luring the enemy, if I really wanted to run away, that person would be able to catch up to me!"

Red Deer Chief Massat leaned against the tree, panting slightly, and spoke mercilessly.

"It's you, why are you here now!"

"Oh, you still have the face to criticize me? You promised to stick to it for at least two moments, how long have you kept it?!"

Ozoma pouted. He looked around the situation in the forest, his eyes resting on Kino who was fighting bravely. Then, a sharp conch horn sounded in the distance, and the chief red monkey listened attentively with a smile on his face.

"Haha, this is the conch number for the withdrawal of the Mexica troops, but it's too late!"

Massat was speechless for a moment. He turned to summon his guards, then looked at Ozoma.

"Ozoma, the southern tribes are very fierce, and everyone wears armor! I hid two hundred red hairs in the mountains and forests, and then I was rushed and crushed! If it were you, it wouldn't last long!"

"Haha, I understand, I understand! In the end, I still feel sorry for my own soldiers. Which solid wood is willing to leave the elite here!"

Chief Red Monkey's eyes were bright and he grinned. Then, he patted Chief Red Deer on the shoulder, and pointed to the battle formation ahead.

"How can that leading dog be so good at fighting? I saw with my own eyes that he was hit by many spears, and he was still alive and kicking. Could this be the thick leather that the scouts mentioned? I don't know what kind of armor he was wearing."

Massat looked along his fingers, and anger suddenly ignited in his eyes.

"Damn it! It's this guy who folded the flag of my tribe, and yelled all the way, chasing me like a hound. See if I don't shoot him!"

Chief Red Hart turned his head and shouted at his guard.

"Bring my great bow!"

"Masat, the warriors are entangled, and it is easy to accidentally injure with a big bow!"

Ozoma shook his head. He looked ahead, and there were corpses lying everywhere in the forest. Under the attack of hundreds of dog-born warriors, more than half of the two hundred Guamare warriors had been lost. The remaining 70 or so warriors were divided into groups of three or four by the forest, and they were about to fall under the impact of the dog descendants.

Not far away, Kino led more than twenty personal guards, forming a small shield formation, struggling to resist. All the guards carried arrows, but only Kino was still brave. On the edge of the woodland, hundreds of Guamare warriors are trying to break through the barriers and kill them desperately.

"This needs to be resolved quickly! Well, the guards stepped forward and stabbed the warrior's leg with a spear! By the way, Zukata, remember to save the warrior's life!"

Zukata, the leader of the guard, bowed his head and said yes. He muffled his voice, but his tone of voice was different from that of the dog descendants, it was obviously a southern accent. Soon, more than thirty chief guards formed a dense formation, each holding a spear that was rarely seen among the canines. Under the command of Zukata, the gun formation moved forward quickly, approaching the fighting Kino. The red monkey fighters along the way obediently dispersed, making way for them.

Massat looked sideways, but saw that the gleaming spear points overlapped alternately, like a stabbing hedgehog. He was surprised and asked in a low voice.

"Is this... a sharp Southern spear?"

"Haha, these are Tarasco bronze spears!"

Ozoma smiled, waved his hand, and signaled Massat to continue looking down.

Seeing a loud shout from the leader of the guards, the chief guards all thrust out their bronze spears and stabbed at Chino who was the first soldier! The sharp copper tips staggered up and down, attacking from all directions, and there was no way to avoid it.

Kino immediately felt pain in his side, but it was only protected by the copper armor, and the armor was not broken. He roared wildly, swung his baton vigorously, and barely resisted two more blows.

Zukata looked dull, but nimbly stabbed out the bronze spear in his hand, which hit Kino's calf. The brave samurai felt a severe pain, his knee could no longer support him, and he knelt down on the ground. Then, Zukata swung the spear and hit Kino on the back of the head with a bang, the brave warrior's vision went dark and he fell unconscious.

"Let him go, keep killing!"

The spear array of the guards spared Kino who fell to the ground, and continued to assassinate alternately, stabbing the surrounding samurai to death one after another! Within a quarter of an hour, the fighting in the depths of the forest came to an end. More than two hundred Guamare warriors fell down, surrounded by more than a hundred corpses of young dogs.

"Wow! Woo!"

Hundreds of Houndborn warriors howled and danced, howling like wolves, as the last enemy fell in the forest. Then, like carrion vultures, they groped over the warrior's corpse. The dog descendants searched for all the useful items, and also conveniently repaired the wounded on both sides. There is a lack of medical care and medicine in various parts of the wasteland, and life and death are indifferent. It is a traditional custom to relieve seriously injured soldiers, and it will not affect morale.

The strong smell of blood wafted in the forest, and the howling in the forest was quickly annihilated. The dog descendants couldn't wait to put on the enemy's cotton armor and pick up the warrior's baton. On the edge of the forest in the distance, the sound of fighting became more and more intense.

After Ozoma heard the reputation, hundreds of tribal warriors were relying on the forest to fight with the Guamare warriors who came one after another. He turned his head, looking serious.

"Massat, reinforcements from Otomi Dog are here. Shall we retreat to the camp now, or fight a little longer?"

"Don't worry, fight in the forest for a while! The terrain here is favorable to us. If we lose our camp, we must kill more enemies and give an explanation to Chief Chichika. Besides, these enemies are elite and well equipped! Wait After the soldiers have finished stripping off their cotton armor, let's go!"

Chief Red Deer thought for a while and made a decision. The tribal fighters continued to fight for the chiefs, shedding blood in the mountains and forests. Then, impatiently, he looked at Chief Red Monkey.

"Ozoma, your group of chief guards, holding heavy spears, is so powerful! How did they train?"

"Haha, Massat, do you want to attack my guard?"

Ozoma waved his hand, shook his head and smiled.

"Well, this is not our way of fighting in the wilderness, and it may not be suitable for fighting in the wilderness."

"Ozoma, of course I know that this is not the way of fighting in the wasteland! Let me ask you, how did they train it?"

Masat's eyes widened, and he waved the baton in his hand vigorously. Ozoma immediately took two steps back and beckoned.

"Zukata, come here quickly and stay by my side!"

Zucata has tied Kino up. He dragged the unconscious warrior with one hand, and held the stripped bronze armor with the other, and strode towards the chief.

"Here you are, chief! This is a noble Otomi prisoner! This should be a bronze cloth mask of the Mexica!"

"Good! Zukata, my mighty stick!"

In Prepeca language, zucata means stick or branch. Ozoma praised highly, and took over the heavy cloth-covered bronze armor with both hands. Then, he waved his hand calmly.

"Send two people and bring the captives back to the rear camp."

"Yes, Chief."

"Ah! This is the thick skin of the cactus tribe. It can be impenetrable with arrows and spears?"

Massat's eyes shone eagerly. He stretched out his hand, snatched the cloth-covered bronze armor, and stroked greedily up and down. Under the thick and soft multi-layer cloth surface, there is an unusually strong bronze armor plate.

"It's so solid, like a tortoise's carapace! By the way, you just said, what is this bronze cloth mask? What is bronze?"

Hearing the question, Zukata was startled. He looked to Chief Ozoma the Red Monkey. Ozoma smiled and waved his hand.

"Massat, I can tell you the secrets of the southerners. But this thick skin is mine!"

"Damn it! Sly monkey, it's impossible!"

Massat yelled angrily. He looked at the people behind him, and when he thought of the hundreds of casualties before and after, his heart ached.

"Ozoma, this is the thick skin I bought with the lives of 500 soldiers and luring the enemy myself! Even if Chief Chichika asks for it in person, I won't give it!"

While speaking, Chief Red Deer swung his baton, bringing the whistling wind. Ozoma hurriedly took another two steps back, cursing under his breath.

"Stingy deer, I wouldn't have come to save you if I knew it earlier! What is a pair of bronze cloth face armor, you know, the powerful southern kingdom has thousands of thick armor!"

"Huh? Thousands of thick skins?"

Chief Red Deer looked shocked and unbelievable.

"Ozoma, are you bluffing me?"

"I'm bluffing you? That's not enough. You actually don't know anything about the strength of the Southern Kingdom!"

Ozoma shook his head.

"Do you know about the Western Expedition of the Cactus Tribe? Both the Eagle Tribe and the Cactus Tribe mobilized their gods and mobilized 100,000 warriors! They fought on a land five hundred miles from north to south, from the Leman River in the south to the farther south." The Tulsas River, both rivers are red with blood!"

"Please move the gods, one hundred thousand warriors?!"

Massat exclaimed. He was stunned for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Ozoma, you really are bluffing me! I don't know where you heard the nonsense."

"It's not nonsense, it's my personal experience. The cactus tribe does have 100,000 warriors, who can summon the god of war who sends out thunder."

Zukata frowned, and it took him a while to say this.

Hearing this, Chief Red Deer looked suspicious.

"You? Personal experience?"

Chief Red Monkey smiled frankly.

"He is a member of the Condor Tribe. The small spear formation, he helped me train it!"

There was a moment of silence in the woodland. Masat was silent in thought, Ozoma's eyes flickered, Zukata continued to stand like a stick, only the fighting at the edge of the forest continued.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Dapeng's sharp arrows flew from the forest and shot down dozens of Guamare warriors who charged. Hundreds of warriors braved the rain of arrows and rushed into the forest, trying to rescue Kino who was trapped in the depths. They fought with thousands of dog descendants of the two tribes, and then entangled and died together.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Soon, the archers from the rear finally arrived and shot arrows into the forest with all their might. Further away, hundreds of tiger-headed warriors can be seen. The warriors each wore platinum armor, held patterned shields, and held sharp battle sticks, lined up in a neat formation. Their expressions were indifferent and bloodthirsty, like repressed beasts, they rushed quickly from the camp.

"Chief, the jaguar warriors of the Mexica are here! They are more elite than the red-haired hunters. They are good at close combat and familiar with the terrain in the forest. Now they are all covered with bronze armor. With such a small number of people, they are sure to resist Can't stop! We can't stay in the forest anymore, we should go."

Seeing the iconic tiger head, Zukata's pupils contracted violently, and some tragic memories flooded his mind. He lowered his head and suggested eagerly.

"Thick-skinned tiger head!"

Ozoma's expression changed drastically. He took two steps forward and grabbed Massat's arm.

"Hurry up and gather the tribe warriors! Withdraw to my camp together!"

"Ozoma, the mountains and forests are our territory! Even the most elite enemies, what is there to be afraid of in the mountains and forests?"

Massat yelled dissatisfied.

"Praise the Lord God! Ho, ho!"

The roar of the tiger-headed warrior was already clearly audible, which was a sign of an imminent attack.

"Stop talking! Summon the soldiers! Retreat!"

Ozoma looked stern. He took out the short horn and blew it with a rapid whine. Among the red monkey tribe, the sound of the trombone signifies attack and the sound of the cornet signifies retreat. Hearing the short sound of the trumpet, the red monkey warrior paused in his hand, then quickly turned around and fled.

"Damn it!"

Massat yelled in dissatisfaction. He also took out a deerbone horn and blew it mournfully. The Red Deer warrior hurriedly left the enemy behind and fled into the forest. Without obstruction, the Guamare warriors of the brigade rushed forward, but they were running slowly in the forest. The two chiefs immediately turned around, and under the protection of the guards, they also quickly fled along the mountain forest to the red monkey camp in the east.

"Ozoma, tonight I will lead a night raid with the redheads and try to take back the camp! We must let the warriors of the cactus tribe know how powerful we are!"

While running away, Massat still had the strength to speak.

"Huhu Massat, don't waste the lives of soldiers! Your stockade is too far ahead, and the terrain is not dangerous enough, so you can't defend it. In my opinion, you should give up and defend it with me!"

"Hmph! Ozoma, your camp is not considered dangerous. According to what you say, if the cactus warriors continue to attack, it will still be impossible to defend!"

"Huhu. Then lose the camp, fight in the forest for a while, and then escape! Huhu, don't run so fast!"

Ozoma chased Masat, running in the rugged mountain forest, quickly jumping over tree roots and stones. After a while, he yelled out with difficulty. Massat in front of him slowed down, stretched out his hand with a sneer, and handed Ozoma some strength, and Chief Red Monkey relaxed a little.

"Masat, there are a lot of stockades behind! Behind us is the flamingo camp, and behind the flamingo is the red dog camp, which is the most dangerous and can be guarded for a long time. And behind the red dog camp is the red salamander camp. Camp. Hoo hoo. In the future, the leader of Chichika mobilized many tribesmen, and they are still building camps. The mountain road behind is seventy or eighty miles long! As long as they occupy a dangerous place to defend, the Mexica Fierce, it can drag on for half a month to a month!"

"Huh? Only for half a month to a month?"

Hearing this, Massat's expression changed.

"You mean, until all the corn is harvested?. But, Chief Chichika asked"

"Hoohoo. That's right, don't be fooled by Chichika! Chichika is fascinated by the rich south, dazed by the scorching power, and has forgotten that he is a wolf in the wasteland. Hehe, he doesn't You know how powerful the Mexica Alliance is! He thought he was a ferocious jaguar in the jungle, or even an invincible black bear in the forest!"

Ozoma's eyes flickered, and he laughed.

"Masat, in my opinion, if you can hold it, you can hold it, and if you can't hold it, you can leave! As long as you delay for a while, after harvesting the corn, you will be free to return to the wilderness. The Mexica came from the mountain city and hunted us down. One hundred miles, we will flee another four hundred miles to the north. Big deal, when the Mexica are gone, we will go south in two years!"

Massat remained silent, but his feet were like the wind. Under the protection of hundreds of guards, they have fled to the edge of the red monkey camp. The coalition forces behind were silent, and seemed to have stopped chasing and killing.

In the camp, a red monkey flag was fluttering in the wind, and the monkey's eyes were shining red. The guarding dog warriors watched for a while, then opened the gate of the camp, removed the wood blocking the way, and came out to meet the noble chief.

Here, both chiefs slowed down. Massat pondered for a long time before sighing softly.

"Ozoma, you are a smart red monkey. What you said is indeed reasonable. It's just that the leader Chichika doesn't think so. He has great prestige, has more than four thousand warriors in his hand, and is stationed in the precipitous main camp. All the major tribes of the old battalion that controlled the city of Palms had to obey his orders."

"Hehe! Massat, Chichika's prestige is at its peak now because he went south smoothly and annexed a lot of small tribes! You see, he has already lost seven battles with the Southern Allied Forces in the past few days. There are more than a hundred elites, and their prestige has also been shaken. When we retreat to the main camp, let him face the Mexica again."

Chief Red Monkey paused and stopped outside the camp. With sincere eyes, he looked at Chief Red Deer.

"Anyway, Red Deer, I have never harmed you for so many years! Today I sent troops to help you on the road behind, you have to advance and retreat with me!"

"Ah! Red Monkey, you want it."

Massat's eyes widened and he was speechless for a moment, looking into Ozoma's eyes. Then, he gritted his teeth fiercely and shouted in a low voice.

"Red Monkey. Give me the thick skin you captured today, and I'll promise you!"

".OK!"

Ozoma was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and laughed. He didn't say any more, turned around and went to the camp, sternly ordering to the left and right.

"Send two teams of red-haired scouts to collect the scattered soldiers in the forest and monitor the enemy's movements! Pack up the camp supplies, and transfer the prisoners and food to the rear! Then arrange two teams of soldiers in the forest to build the huts stationed .By the way, the dry wood is piled up in the front battalion, and the fire is ready. The autumn is crisp, and if the Mexica come to attack, we will give them a surprise!"

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