Aztec Eternals

The mountain camp is condescending, and the surroundings are unobstructed. It is difficult for an army of more than 10,000 people to hide in the mountains, let alone a long-distance surprise attack.

It was just after noon, and the sky was bright. Seeing the army approaching from a distance, and recognizing the flag of Mexica, and even the king's guard of honor, the camp quickly sent envoys.

The envoy of the camp is just a thin and ordinary warrior. He came to the army in confusion, saluted the king's guard of honor from a distance, and then respectfully asked the outermost jaguar warriors: "Your Excellency, military nobleman, we just greeted the king's team of warriors this morning, and said that the army still has two days left." Just arrived. Why is the king here just after noon?"

The army did not stop, and the guards detained the messenger. Avette led three thousand warriors, Shulot led the longbow guards, and the king's guard of honor was at the forefront, and everyone speeded up to the camp.

In just a short while, three thousand warriors hurried to the gate of the village. Before the militiamen stationed could react, the gate of the village opened in response. Immediately, a thousand jaguar battle groups rushed in and quickly controlled the camp. Two thousand family warriors followed the majestic king and went straight to the big tent.

Xiuluo nodded, the intelligence officer did a good job. Before the expedition, Avit sent a team of warriors into the camp in the name of the Hirotepec camp and controlled some of the militia. There are only a few hundred low-level warriors and eight thousand village militiamen in the camp. At this time, the inside should cooperate with the outside, without the slightest resistance, the camp has changed hands.

The jaguar warrior opened the big tent, and dozens of guards swarmed in. There was a clamor and questioning in the tent, the sound of weapons, and then a quick silence.

Immediately, a personal guard went out of the tent and bowed his head to return. Only now was Avit wearing the king's suit, and he led Shulot into the room with steady steps.

Entering the large tent, Xiulot saw the overturned dishes and scattered tortillas. There are also dozens of lean warriors with scattered armor and tightly held down by the guards. Obviously, the warriors in the big tent were having dinner just now. No wonder there will be smoke from cooking at noon, and the militiamen don't have this kind of treatment.

Hearing the movement at the tent door, the warriors who were held down raised their heads one after another.

Shulot observed their thin faces, which were traces of hunger. The young man's gaze then rested on the leading warrior. The other party looked ashamed, but looked very familiar.

"Avit?!" The embarrassed leading warrior was full of astonishment, "Why are you! What about the Tarascos? What about the Otomis? They let you go?"

"Balda." Avit smiled slightly, and the royal suit made the smile even more dazzling, "Since you are here, Tisok shouldn't be far away, right? How many people does he have now?"

It was only then that Xiulot remembered that this was one of the three commanders who fought against the Otomi when he was in the first battle, the eagle military nobleman. He led the first shock force and was the second-in-command to Commander Kasar.

Hearing this, Barda saw the royal clothes on Avit and the magic staff in his hand. He opened his mouth instantly, and shock spread across his face.

"You... why are you wearing the king's clothes? How could you appear here in the king's clothes!"

"Because, I am already the new Tratoani. You see, this is the royal guard of honor after the capital's coronation." Avet said with a smile, "Tisok's coronation war failed, and the priests and elders have deprived His throne! The High Priests and High Priests are now loyal to me. Look again, what are these."

As he spoke, Avit signaled to the guards behind him, and the guards stepped forward with Ketoko's command flag, and Acap also held the feathered flag of the High Priests.

"This is impossible!!" Barda's voice was hoarse in shock, his expression frozen. He looked back and forth between the two flags, and murmured in disbelief, "How could Ketoko betray the king?! The king promised him the honor of honoring the nobility. How could the high priest support you? Xiusoke is on the way Loyally guarding the king. Even though other city-states have turned their backs, he has not left!"

"You can't do this! Although the king was defeated, the warriors lost thousands of dollars. As long as the king returns to the capital and convinces the priests and elders, we can fight again with an entire army! Yes, return to the capital!" A shocking news One after another, Balda's mind went blank, and he temporarily lost the ability to discern.

Avit waved his hand, and the guards took Barda and the others down. Shulot ordered his followers to bring them corn cakes and black bean rice. Judging by their faces, it is estimated that they were hungry enough along the way. Thinking of this, the boy was a little worried about his father and Teacher Olosh.

"Sholot." Avit turned his head to look at the young man, his expression glowing, "Your strategy is very good. Since Barda believed what he said just now, most of the warriors of Tisok will also believe it. Use what you said The information asymmetry and weaving of speech can indeed greatly influence people's hearts. We will give Tisok a surprise!"

The young man smiled lightly, feeling that he should make himself a feather fan, and it was a good time to shake it.

"Barda's heart actually tends to believe us. It seems that the failure of the siege and the army's lack of food have completely eliminated Tisok's prestige. The morale of the army is depressed, and the city-state has betrayed him. Now is his weakest time!"

Avit nodded approvingly: "Tisok's brigade should be on the mountain road in the west for about two days. I have asked the intelligence officer to contact Xiusoke, and we will get detailed information tonight!"

After taking control of the camp, Avit carefully counted the food stored in the camp. The big camp in Xilotepec had a backlog of food for 100,000 people for one month, and the first mountain camp had a backlog of food for 30,000 people for one month. Shulot took out the camp's plank and carefully identified the markings on the tortillas.

Avit called the former commander of the camp, a tall and thin veteran warrior in his thirties or forties. Brother Wang looked majestic and seriously asked about the details of grain transportation.

"There are still 30,000 people in the camps in the west for ten days' food. In the past two weeks, the Otomi people have been fighting wildly, attacking the mountain camps and food transport teams. There are too few warriors in the camps, so we only successfully transported them to the west. Food once. The amount is not much, but it can barely maintain the camp in the west." The tall and thin warrior was full of guilt, obviously still confused about the situation.

"The supply of military supplies is insufficient. I shall die according to the regulations of the alliance. Please execute me! I would like to fall into the abyss, but please don't cut off my son's warrior path." die.

"What's your name?" Seeing the posture of the tall and thin warrior, and his figure that was obviously emaciated due to hunger, Shulot's heart moved slightly. Yes, hungry quartermaster.

"My lord priest, my name is Bergiley." Hearing this simple name and surname, the young man was sure that he, like his warrior chief, was of common origin.

Avit didn't care about the identity of the warrior. With a blank expression on his face, he just waved his hand lightly and asked someone to take Boguire down to take care of him.

"This is good news! Regardless of whether the militiamen are dead or alive, Tisok's army only has more than a week's food at most. The army must be in a state of half-starvation." Avit smiled slightly.

"Yes. I checked the transportation records, and the food storage of the third battalion in the west is very limited." Speaking of this, the young man was a little scared, "It's only two days away! If we get the food here, Tisok can regroup the army , restore the morale and morale of the army, and it will be much more difficult to deal with it."

Avit laughed, and he gently touched the boy's head: "Sholot, do you still remember what I said to you when I first arrived at the Leman River?"

"You said that this position is especially good." The boy recalled for a moment, that was before the conversation between Condor and Cactus.

"Yes, we came here along the waterway along the way. We were only two days faster than Tisok, but we seized the most important initiative in the war." Avit recalled with some emotion.

"The eagle always has to ride the wind to fly fast enough to catch the galloping hare!"

"Now, we've finally caught the hare's ear."

Starting from the camp on the Leman River, it took seven days to land, and then one day to capture reinforcements, two days to occupy the camp, and three days to rush to the mountain camp. For thirteen days, people did not stop and did not sleep at night. And now, the two finally seized this fleeting opportunity!

The journey is tiring, but the hope is exciting. At this moment, a young king and a young priest looked at each other's thinned faces. They have the same high spirited look on their faces, as well as eagle-like resolute eyes.

The two looked at each other happily, and laughed again!

In the evening, a scout finally came running from the west, bringing a message from Commander Xiusoke:

"Under the leadership of a commander named Giova, Ottopan's warriors desperately attacked Tisok's army and pursued the king. The king has divided three thousand troops directly under him, and handed them over to Kasar to cut off the heir. There are 7,000 direct subordinates, 1,000 eagles, and 500 warriors with broken hair. They are now located in the third mountain camp.

Tisok suffered consecutive defeats, lost control of his emotions, was irritable, and lost popular support. The commander-in-chief, Totek, was loyal and maintained the overall situation. This person is powerful, so be careful.

The mountain journey was difficult, and food and salt were scarce. The enemy guerrilla continued, and the warriors lost their way and scattered. There are more than 3,000 warriors left in Teotihuacan, closely following the periphery of Wang Qi. It's not going to be easy, but I'm ready.

Tisok clung to the grain, which was in sufficient supply. Although morale is low, combat power is still there. The Eagles and Haircut Guards are particularly strong and must be kept separate.

The legions of the city-states complained and divided up the food in the second camp in advance. Now they have been separated, a few days away. Please send envoys quickly, promise food supply, stabilize the legions of all states, and don't affect the decisive battle.

The key to this battle is not to kill, but Tisok alone! "

The decisive battle is imminent, please recommend!