Aztec Eternals

The night fell from the clouds, covering the undulating forest and the hunter's whereabouts.

In the rolling mountains and forests, an Otomi warrior is trudging westward, towards a mountain camp two days away. His steps stumbled a bit, the cotton armor on his body was broken, and there was a bandaged wound on his leg. A faint **** smell diffused from the wound, drifting away in the mountains and forests of the night full of murderous intent.

After more than 20 meters of the samurai, a black beast sneaked quietly. With jet-black smooth fur and perfectly streamlined muscles, this is a jungle panther about 1.5 meters long. It followed all the way, observing the bipedal beast for a long time.

Bipedal beasts are usually dangerous, with extremely large numbers and exceptionally sharp claws. There are some very strong individuals among the adult beasts, and the revenge is also very strong. So bipedal beasts are usually out of the hunting range of jaguars (i.e. jaguars). But today is an exception, it has been starving for two days before encountering this lonely bipedal beast. The other party seems to be injured again, and it seems that there is an opportunity.

The jaguar approached slowly, the black speckled fur merged with the night, and the soft paw pads made no sound. Seeing that it had approached within ten meters of the prey, it opened its mouth slightly, revealing sharp and thick premolars, and its sharp eyes had already stayed on the neck of the prey.

Under the faint moonlight, the two-legged beast in front suddenly turned around. Years of fighting on the battlefield always bring people a keen sense of danger.

The Otomi warrior Orsina crossed his left arm and protected it in front of his neck. With his right hand, he pulled out the dagger from his waist and looked vigilantly at the nearby mountains. He carefully glanced inch by inch, and his family of noble origin allowed him to have enough animal liver intake, so he could see at night.

The forest fell silent for a moment, and the jaguar lowered his body and waited quietly. In the faint moonlight of the night, Orsina struggled to make out the faint shadows in the woods. He always felt that something was wrong, until he saw a few small dark shadows not far away.

Osina suddenly let out a huge roar, deliberately imitating the sound of a jaguar. The little black figures were frightened and jumped out of the grass to run in a hurry. It turned out to be a few hairy agouti. They have a body of 60 centimeters long, a small tail, and three-clad hind feet that move rapidly.

Just as Osina breathed a sigh of relief, she saw a rapid black lightning flash across her eyes. The black jaguar swoops down the nearest agouti at 80 km/h. As soon as it opened its mouth to bite, the 560-kilogram bite force fell instantly, and the agouti had only time to let out a half whine before dying immediately, and the rich blood energy immediately dispersed in its tiger's mouth.

With the food in his mouth, the jaguar glanced gracefully and dangerously at the two-legged beast in front of him, then quickly turned around and disappeared into the dark forest. It's going to enjoy the food tonight. Now that there is an easier target to deal with, it no longer has to risk injury to attack the razor-sharp bipedal beast.

Osina's back instantly burst into cold sweat. He watched the jaguar go away nervously, convinced that the danger was gone, he turned around quickly, and ran staggeringly toward the western camp. He wanted to quickly inform Commander Giova of the news of the Mexica's further westward advance.

This is the truest law of the jungle. The hunting of beasts always prioritizes targets that can be easily defeated, so as to ensure 80% confidence and prevent oneself from being injured. Because in the dangerous jungle, once a ferocious beast is injured, it will become the prey of other beasts.

Civilization and civilization, country and country, army and army also follow the law of the jungle.

Just like the Portuguese at this time, they brutally plundered the savage tribes on the Gold Coast, but they maintained respect and courtesy to the Songhai Kingdom and the Congo Kingdom until one hundred and fifty years after their development.

It is also like the tributary wars of the Mexica Confederation, always bypassing the troublesome Tarasques in the west and the dangerous Tlaxcalans in the east, and tending to hunt the loose city-states in the north and south.

And further down, it is the mission of the Thulot Corps to go out this time, to try to hunt, or to negotiate.

Under the same night, by the warm bonfire. Sherlot just finished eating two tortillas and drank some water with tequila added. He had just chatted with Balamo in detail and was convinced that this was a talent.

During the siege of the Otomi people, Baramo took the initiative to restrain the warriors and maintain a similar food supply with the militia. Then, with the warriors as the backbone, a brave and robust elite militia was organized, equipped with 200 spare pairs of cotton armor and battle sticks, to defend the camp layer by layer, and repelled several attacks by the Otomi people.

"That's right! Born from a commoner's background, he can win the hearts and minds of the people, he is proficient in calculations, um, he can also recite poetry."

Shulot still wore his majestic helmet. He thought for a moment and looked down at Balamo.

"Balamo, are you willing to follow me?"

Balamo's melancholy eyes instantly lit up. He smiled brightly and performed a courtesy gracefully.

"I swear to you, my commander-in-chief: I am willing to offer everything in the world, which is completely perfect, that is, my loyal dedication to you."

Under the helmet, the boy couldn't help rolling his eyes. With a wave of his hand, he decided that Balamo would fall under Quartermaster Bergere's temperance. Throw the poet samurai to the logistics camp for a period of time, and deal with the complicated affairs. By the way, he also let the three hundred samurai under his command take a good rest and strengthen the garrison of the logistics group.

Then, Kuluka came back and reported that he had already interrogated the captured Otomi warriors, and learned that outside the first camp in the west, the Otomi people gathered a full seven thousand warriors and at least ten thousand militiamen.

Shilot calculated in his heart that even with the reinforcements of Guamare and Pams, the warriors in Ottopan City would be in the early ten thousand. Now the first camp is seven thousand, and the second camp is two thousand. This time it is all out of the nest, and it must be with the intention of consuming manpower. The dog finally got out of the hole, but unfortunately the hunter had to go home quickly.

Shirot ordered the Mexica warriors to treat the nine hundred warriors who were captured with kindness, and to treat the minor wounds, and it was still useful to keep them. Then he went to see the hundreds of militiamen captured. The militiamen were yellow-faced and skinny, starving and skinny. These militia captives are of no use, and the nobles of Otomi don't care if they live or die.

After thinking about it for a while, Shirault let the militiamen have a full meal, and then released them directly. He doesn't like pointless killing. Looking at the backs of the militiamen who were hesitating to leave, thanking them, the young man knew that without food, the number of people who could really walk out of the mountains and return to their hometowns would not exceed 30%.

In the warm night wind, the young man laughed at himself: "Let me be in hypocrisy and ask for some spiritual comfort."

Early the next morning, Bertard arrived in a hurry with the first batch of provisions from the rear army of three thousand and the quartermaster. Shulot spent another half day preparing, leaving Balamo and the militiamen to continue to garrison the camp. Then four thousand soldiers in the front, three thousand in the middle, three thousand in the rear, and ten thousand Mexican warriors gathered together and rushed towards the first camp.

In the face of a large number of Otomi people, the 10,000-strong army of Mexica is no longer separated, and its whereabouts cannot be hidden. The jaguar scouts in the vanguard quickly met the Otomi scouts. In order to protect the precious jaguar warriors, Scholot sprinkled a thousand samurai from the former army and completely controlled the scout battlefield twenty miles ahead. .

The army marched westward for two days, the Otomi army gathered and retreated again, cautiously keeping a one-day distance from the Mexican army, and Barda finally got in touch with Cassar in the camp.

One day later, in the scarred No. 1 mountain camp, Shulot finally saw the camp's commander Kassar again.

It has been half a year since they set off on the Leman River in May. Seeing each other again at this time, they were relatively speechless for a while.

In front of him, Casal's face was thin and pale. His features were much older, his body slightly stooped, and he lacked the energy of a warrior. Apparently, the difficult siege and death of Tissock dealt him a huge blow, both physically and mentally.

It was difficult for Shirlot to associate the old and low-spirited middle-aged man in front of him with the high-spirited, confident and arrogant legion commander he had met at the beginning of last year. After staring at each other for a moment, Shiloh took off his helmet and showed the gentle face of the young man in the eyes of the familiar.

Casal's expression instantly became excited. His throat twitched a few times, and he opened his mouth to shout, but he only made a sound of unknown meaning, and then turned into a long sigh. With a dejected expression, he took out the letter from his arms, threw it on Shirault, and walked out of the camp without saying a word.

Shulot shook his head. After all, Casal was a high-ranking commander born of a great noble, and Tisok was dead, so there was room for compromise between him and Avit. The young man sent a hundred city-state warriors who were unfamiliar to Casal, and the **** also escorted him to Hilotepec City~www.wuxiax.com~ Looking at the departing old boss Casal, Balda was a little ignorant. overwhelmed. He was stunned for a while, but he still came to Shulot.

"Respected priest commander, there are still 2,300 directly subordinate samurai in the camp, more than 6,000 militiamen, and 10,000 people for a week's food."

Sherlot put on his face-covering helmet again. He pondered slightly and made a quick decision.

"Two thousand three hundred warriors are handed over to you, first rest in the camp. You hand over the thousand former soldiers in your hand to Kuluka, and stay in the camp to clean up the commanders at all levels. You must completely control this army! Let more than 6,000 militiamen begin to retreat east."

Barda lowered his head, gave orders in a loud voice, and went to gather the samurai battalion commanders and captains in the camp.

The warriors rested in the camp for a day, and also replenished the food and grass in the lower camp. Afterwards, Shilot received the latest batch of intelligence: Ottopan's army had gathered to camp a day away, and together with the remnants of the remnants, 8,000 warriors and 12,000 militiamen had gathered. The 20,000-strong army was posing for a decisive battle. In the second camp in the rear, the Otomi guerrillas who were constantly harassing appeared again.

Shuluotian nodded, this is the usual method of warfare of the Otomi people: concentrate the main force to attract the main force of the Mexican army, and then the guerrillas repeatedly harassed the food route in the mountains and forests. Once the Mexican army advances westward, the main force of Otomi will definitely continue to retreat until the city of Ottopan. And the elongated mountain and forest food road will become the fatal weakness of the attacker.

Shilot first sent a negotiating messenger to the Otomi people, allowing the militiamen to embark on the road of returning to the east. The army rested for another day, and then 12,000 warriors began to pull out their camps one by one, preparing to retreat eastward.

Only then did the reply from the Otomi people come. The two sides agreed that the commanders of the two armies would each lead 500 people to formally negotiate within half a day of the army.