Aztec Eternals

The setting sun is heading towards the west, returning to the end of the Kingdom of God. The red clouds all over the sky also fade away, just like the disappearing life.

So darkness came, annihilated the red earth, buried all the cruelty, and the captives stopped here.

Little bonfires were lit under the hills. As the warriors counted their trophies, Avit and Kasar discussed the casualties of the recent battle.

In this battle, more than 300 Mexica warriors were killed and more than 700 were injured. Most of the casualties occurred during the siege phase of the hilltop, especially on the half-encircled Samurai flank. Barda's assault force suffered few casualties, and none of Kasar's jaguar fighters were killed.

The more elite the army, the more cautious it is to use, and it is often only used for decisive blows, and try to avoid fierce battles.

The Otomi suffered heavy losses. About three to four hundred warriors were killed or injured before the collapse. After the collapse, the warriors were wiped out in groups. Within half an hour, 1,560 soldiers were killed or injured on the mountain, and seven or eight hundred were captured later.

The samurai on the top of the mountain only escaped for a little over a thousand in the end, and their establishment was completely disintegrated, and their bones had been completely broken. Even if the escaped samurai returned to Ottopan City by chance, they would not be able to regain their combat effectiveness without a few months of rest.

Giova fled anyway, taking the last battalion of warriors with him. The mountain forest here is the hometown of the Otomi people. Once they escape into the forest, it is like a mouse fleeing back to the burrow without a trace.

The statistics for the militia are much rougher. On the top of the mountain, the Otomi militia who were flanked together with the samurai suffered the worst, with nearly half of the casualties. The militia lost in the battle of Barda was not small. The 4,000 militiamen who went around and pinned down escaped the fastest, with very little loss. As for the last two slingshot battalions, these experienced hunters just fired two inaccurate stone bullets in a hurry, and turned into the forest before the jaguar fighters rushed.

All in all, the militiamen only lost more than 2,000 people in battle, and took more than 2,000 prisoners. However, the militiamen who fled are likely to flee directly to their hometowns and no longer participate in the ensuing war.

"The militiamen with the weakest combat effectiveness always suffer the least losses in every battle, never even exceeding 30%. Shulot, do you know why?" Avitt asked in a good mood, blinking his eyes.

"Because every time, they collapsed with two casualties?" Shulot also guessed with a smile.

"Yes. But there is another reason." Aveni laughed, "They have the least equipment, and no one can catch up with them when they run."

"Haha." Shulot smiled. In the American continent where there is no cavalry, the militiamen have this advantage, and it is easy to escape, just like the Japanese ashigaru.

Shulot soon stopped laughing. The corpses of more than 300 Mexica warriors were neatly placed in a large pit that had just been dug. He looked at these frozen faces, many of whom he met only yesterday, and today he is with Huang Tu. Life is impermanent, and there are more touches in my heart.

The emotions of the remaining warriors were even more fluctuating. They accompanied each other day and night, and they were separated once in a while. Since the battle is won, a funeral is needed to comfort the living.

In the era of theocracy, priests enjoyed the highest power and also acted as a bridge for communication between humans and gods. Sacrificing to heaven and earth, praying for a good harvest, and guiding the dead are the inescapable responsibilities of priests.

The warriors looked at Shulot expectantly, and Avit smiled and winked at him. Shulot sighed.

The young man recalled the rituals taught by his grandfather. He put on a long feather crown, put on a black tengu suit, raised his staff, set up a altar on the hill, and lit a raging bonfire.

The name of Shulotel symbolizes death and rebirth, and it fits very well with this time.

The warriors stood still under the altar. Then, the desolate drums sounded, the ocarina of longing played, and the elegy of the night fluttered.

"The earth was shaken, and the Mexica began to sing." The figure of a young man danced on the altar, and he shouted with a clear voice, praying for God's response to pick up the souls of the dead.

Under the altar, tens of thousands of warriors also took off their shirts and danced wildly like warriors. Then, the bonfire flickered and flickered, and the earth trembled.

This is dancing.

"He made the jaguars dance with him,

Let's take a look at the reciprocation and return of this life.

He stood on the eagle's wings and cried,

cry! Mexica!

Such is the battlefield,

It is the place where we worship God with the holy blood!

"

The footsteps of the warriors became more rapid, and the sound of drums was like rain, accompanied by the cries of jaguars and eagles, as if they came from the ancient wilderness.

In the footsteps, the jaguar fighters left quietly, and when they came back, there were many howls of the wounded. They were a thousand prisoners with limited mobility, who were placed around the big pit.

This is preparation.

"The eagle is dyed with blood,

The jaguar growled in death.

Armor shattered,

The long crown was destroyed.

Magnificent gems fall like rain,

Bright feathers are burning.

The warriors were broken,

without blood,

to dust.

"

The samurai danced forgetfully, the earth-shattering drums and footsteps covered up the mourning before the death of life. Warm liquid poured out, submerging the bodies of the battle dead in the pit, fulfilling the sacrifice in prayer.

This is sacrifice.

"There is nothing in the world,

Holy as death in battle,

Blooming like a flower!

We use the lost life,

Repay the life-giving Lord God:

Vizilopochtli,

Vizilopochtli!

Vizilopochtli! ! !

"

The warriors stopped, bowed down on the warm ground, and shouted the name of the patron saint in unison. So three times.

This is calling God.

"The capital of the gods,

Teotihuacan,

It is also the tomb of the gods,

A bridge between life and death.

I yearn for

But out of reach.

Here the dead wake up,

Here the dead rise up,

The dead live here,

The dead are here in peace.

This is the promise of the Lord God,

We pray for the dead.

God has come!

"

The warriors under the altar suddenly made a noise. They prayed loudly, shouted the names of the deceased, and said the last words of parting, and then suddenly fell silent.

This is farewell.

"God has come!

pick up the souls of the dead,

Go to the red country.

Then God said:

you're awake.

Look at this red sky,

Behold the red dawn,

Behold the red crested pheasant,

Look at this red swift.

The butterfly has already flown.

"

There was silence on and off the stage. The warriors buried all traces. Only the sound of distant drums and the ocarina of blessings remain.

This is freshman.

Shulot put out the bonfire, and the eastern sky gradually revealed the initial twilight.

The warriors looked at the distant morning star, which was their spiritual sustenance. In this era, people's hearts are above the nine heavens, under the nine secluded worlds, and not in the world.

Afterwards, warriors climbed up the hill one after another, cut off a lock of their own hair, and placed it beside Shulot.

Shulot looked at these warriors in surprise. He knows that this is a very high courtesy, which means that the warriors follow and are willing to fight for it.

The funeral is over, and the dawn has come.