Aztec Eternals

"Ah? Patriarch, what are you doing? Why did you take out the dagger?...Ah! How did you chop the guide?...What? He wants to harm you? Is this an ambush? You need to run away quickly?...Ah! But! No one came out to chase us? ...The clan went all the way here just to seize this village? Even if it is the Mexican flag, you said that we are fighting the Mexican people! …”

"Ah! Patriarch, please slow down, run slowly!...Three Gods! You said before, be brave, be brave!...Ah! Patriarch, look back and take a good look at that wooden stockade! There isn't much on that stockade at all. People can't hide an army! ...The leader also said that this village has been flying this hummingbird flag for several years! Some of them have been there to collect goods and trade on weekdays... The total number inside is several hundred. A samurai and a tribesman!…”

"Ancestor! Chief, uncle! Stop, stop! We don't have enough food, we can't survive for a few days, we can only attack this stronghold!... Even if we can't break it for a while, at least we have to try. Kill these thousand miscellaneous people! Even if it means dying, let’s turn our eating mouth into something...Hurry up and hug the clan leader!…”

The Xihe River rolls through the resting camp of the Feather Clan, flows through the Xihe Village Port of the Kingdom, and merges into the endless West Sea to the west. The Feather Prince Peng Guali was disgraced and barefoot. He dropped the spear in his hand and the straw sandals around his neck. He was held tightly by two clan guards and stopped. He looked angrily at the personal guards who were blocking him, then looked at his nephew Peng Bage, who was panting heavily and chasing him closely, and cursed angrily.

"Rebellion! Rebellion! You are trying to betray your ancestors by stopping me!... You little brother, are you going to kidnap your uncle and sell him to the Mexicans?!..."

"Clan leader! Uncle! Calm down and take a closer look! It's just a small village in the Kingdom of the Lake. There can't be many people hiding in it. Look, there is only a circle of warriors standing on top of the village. There are only two hundred people in total. ! ...Look at the boats parked by the village, there are only thirty canoes, and there are more than a hundred people sitting on them..."

Brother Peng had a helpless look on his face. While comforting Uncle Feather, who had been psychologically traumatized by the Mexica, he pulled the frightened Huiercho headman and continued to speak.

"Blessed by our ancestors! This leader has been to the stockade and traded some gray stones! This is a stockade set up by a fleet of long boats a few years ago, specifically to collect stones. There are not many people in the stockade. There aren't even many fields around... Every year, one or two fleets come to transport all the stone goods and large quantities of food and supplies. They are probably the merchant fleets of the Kingdom in the Lake..."

"Chief, we ran so fast, and we got news on the way, so we decided to grab a handful... It's impossible for the Mexica people to predict us, rush ahead of us, and ambush us here!... There is no such thing in the Shamu City Valley. The boat is not connected to the sea. Even if the Evil Monkey Chief wants to chase us, he will only come from the land, and he can't come that fast..."

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Hearing that there were not many people in the village and there was no possibility of an ambush, Feather Pengguali calmed down a little. He looked at the northwest river mouth suspiciously. He had escaped for almost a mile in one breath, and the village at the mouth of the river became smaller and smaller.

Vaguely, some ant-sized dots appeared on the stockade, and some chaotic shouts sounded, which sounded inexplicably familiar, as if they were the local accent of Prepecha. The defenders in the village were obviously alarmed by the sudden appearance of the large migrating tribe. After a while, the door of the wooden village did not open. The number of "ants" on the wall was only about two hundred, which was completely incomparable to the Feather clan with thousands of people...

"Clan leader, uncle! Let's give it a try! The clan really has nothing to eat. The northwest coast is so desolate. If we leave like this... we won't be able to survive the next village or tribe with oil and water!..."

"Well...it's true, there's nothing to eat...then, let's give it a beating?..."

Feather Peng Guali narrowed his eyes and hesitated for a moment before giving the order. However, when his nephew Peng Bage was in high spirits and ready to mobilize the warriors, Yu changed his mind again. His eyes flashed with a cunning look on his face, and he suddenly stopped.

"Wait! Myna, don't rush to do it yet! ...Put away our clan flag and replace it with the flag of the Tekos people! Then, you send two Huilqiao tribesmen to tell the village that they want to go in and fight They trade!…”

"Uncle, with a tribe like ours, which village dares to let us in? We're not going to fight..."

"If the other party refuses, then there really won't be any warriors in the village... If you ask someone to shout again, we are a large migratory tribe in the wilderness. Now we have no food. We need to borrow food from the village!..."

"Huh? Borrow food?..."

"That's right, just do as I say! Go and test them a few more times! ... I'm here to prepare the front and rear armies. The warriors of the front army must be ready to fight at any time, and the family members of the rear army must be ready to escape at any time. !…”

My nephew, Brother Peng, was a little speechless. It was obviously just an ordinary village, but my uncle had to be so cautious and tried again and again... However, if he hadn't been so cautious, cunning and suspicious, Feather Pengguari would indeed not have been able to lead the clan, and he would have fallen from the hands of the Mexica people again and again. escape…

"Yes! I listen to you, Patriarch!..."

Soon, the Feather Clan changed its flag and mobilized all. More than two thousand feather warriors, carrying nearly a thousand miscellaneous troops, arrived not far from Xihe Village and gathered into a crude semicircular formation. Two Huierqiao tribesmen went to the front of the stronghold and offered to trade goods. Not surprisingly, they were rejected by the warriors on the wall. When the request to borrow food came out, Little Crow Sitwewe, the leader of Xihe Village and a first-level priest on the wall, hesitated for a rare moment.

"Lord God! Damn it! Where did this large migrating tribe come from? With such comprehensive weapons and equipment, and such a well-formed warrior formation, how could it possibly be the impoverished canine tribe in the wilderness with no trousers? Could it be... Is this a marauding army from a Tekos city-state?…”

The little crow Sitwewe stood on a wooden wall three to four meters high with a solemn expression, staring at the "big army" in front of him. Yes, this is obviously an organized army, not a loose group of tribal warriors like ordinary hunting tribes. He carefully estimated that there were at least two thousand leather-armored warriors on the opposite side, equipped with a high proportion of bronze spears and large bows. Looking at the calm expressions of those warriors, it was obvious that they had been in battle for a long time, and they gave him an inexplicable feeling of familiarity...

"Strange! Where did this tribal army come from?... Damn it! There are at least two thousand experienced warriors, plus a thousand tribal cannon fodder who rushed into the battle... And now there are only two hundred kingdom warriors and two hundred tribesmen guarding the stronghold. , almost ten times worse! ... As for the Torpan tribe who is allied with us, they are currently hunting and mining in the upper reaches of the Xi River. I don’t know how far they have gone... Borrow food?…"

The little crow Sitwewe pursed his lips and thought about it for half a quarter of an hour before speaking with difficulty.

"Ask them, how much food do they need to borrow before they are willing to leave?..."

"Chief, the villagers asked us how much food we need to borrow before we are willing to leave?..."

Hearing the reply from the leader of Huierqiao, Brother Peng frowned slightly and felt a little suspicious. He seemed to vaguely hear the shouts of the warriors at the top of the city, which seemed to be Prepecha with a southern accent. Then, the Huilcho tribesmen at the top of the city shouted a few words to the Huilcho tribesmen at the bottom of the city in the Huilcho-Nava language of the northwest. The leader came over and repeated it, and then after the Tekos translator relayed it, then It became Prepecha again…

If he heard correctly, the answer he got after going through so many twists and turns and translating for a long time was actually almost completely different from the warrior's call he first heard. If this is the case, then the origin of the warriors guarding the city...

"Haha! Are you willing to borrow food? How much can we borrow?..."

Two steps away, Feather Pengguari perked up. At this moment, his suspicious and uneasy expression disappeared, and instantly turned into a triumphant and confident laugh.

"Blessed by our ancestors! I feel relieved now! If the leader of this village has a guilty conscience, then there is indeed no ambush around him! ... Brave, brave! My feathered warriors, my clan brothers, attack the city with all their strength! Only by breaking the village, can only Only by grabbing food can our Feather clan survive..."

"Listen to my order! Drive the miscellaneous troops to lead the charge and climb the low wall! The longbow warriors approach within eighty steps and shoot arrows at the wall! The remaining bronze spear warriors are holding the formation on both sides, ready to attack the city at any time!..."

"Blessed by the three gods! I have seen a lot of these shabby little villages! What kind of big city have I not seen? At this level, it is okay to defend against a hunting tribe with hundreds of people, but if you want to stop me Ten years of elite feathered warriors...Ahaha! Our feathered clan will never stop until the last of our tribe is killed..."

"Beep! Didi!..."

"Blessed by the Sun God, the Earth Mother Goddess and the Moon Goddess! Charge!..."

"What? The Three Gods of Tarasco? Ah! Is it the belief of the old gods? They are? They are!..."

The sharp conch horn sounded, and the leather-armored and feathered warriors shouted loudly, praying to the three traditional gods in the Prepecha language of their hometown. Then, in the eyes of the little crow Sitwewe, who was horrified, confused, and suddenly enlightened, hundreds of driven Zabu howled and rushed toward the wealthy village and the low wall.

"God bless you! Shoot!..."

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The shooting bronze arrows were shot from the top of the city, taking away the lives of dozens of young men in one round. But soon, sharp bone arrows were shot from the hands of hundreds of feather warriors under the city, killing and wounding more than twenty people. The arrows of the archers on both sides aimed at each other, whistling and bringing death and screams! And hundreds of miscellaneous warriors were already climbing up the wall with simple stone spears and hammers. One after another, they were stabbed down and fell, causing bright red to splash all over the wall!

"Three gods guide you!"

"God bless you!"

Similar Prepecha language was shouted from the top and bottom of the city at the same time, which shocked the hearts of the warriors on both sides, and their archery fingers also relaxed. But the fighting during the attack on the stronghold became more and more urgent, and within a quarter of an hour, two to three hundred lives were piled up under the stronghold wall!

"Whizzing!"

"Ah! Ancestor..."

"Divine heaven and earth, save me..."

The screams echoed in front of the village wall, and the red-stained remains were piled up to make the subsequent climb easier. Although most of the dead bodies were unarmored cannon fodder, there were still thirty or forty warriors from the Kingdom who fell onto the wall! What was even more dangerous were the warriors of the Feather Clan who circled from more than a thousand to both sides of the stockade. They were going to go around to the side with few defenders, climb up the wall from there, and break the stronghold in one fell swoop! …

"Damn it! Damn it!...Stop it! Stop it all!..."

"Prince of Feathers? Feather Pengguari! It must be you!... Stop fighting! Stop!..."

"Witness the Lord God! Witness the Ancestors!... If you let your warriors attack the city again, I will set fire to all the food in the village! I won't even leave a grain for you!..."

This roaring shout came, and Feather Peng Guali, who was supervising the battle in front of the village, was suddenly startled. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the wall where the fighting was going on. Sure enough, he saw a young leader holding a torch high, wearing a typical Prepecha priest costume, with a look of sorrow and anger on his face.

Ah, I'm a little busy today, so I'm a little late.