Aztec Eternals Chapter 178

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In the golden autumn of October, geese come from the north and descend on the sparkling water. The dark clouds disappeared with the breeze and melted in the clear sky. The sun is shining, the wind is light and the clouds are light, the birds and beasts are replaced with autumn fluff, and the fragrance of a piece of fruit between heaven and earth. After the last farewell drizzle, the rainy season has quietly passed and the corn harvest has begun.

On the banks of the Leman River, the warning bonfire was lit again, and the good-hearted messengers fled from the river mouth fortress. He made his way south from Acambaro, through the brief gap where the Mexicans were about to encircle, and ran across the overgrown northern fields, full of desolate murderous intent. He kept running, passing the dense villages of Lake Patzcuaro. Looking around, the prosperous scene of the past is gone, women and old people with sad faces, working hard in the huge farmland. In these villages close to the front line, Ding Zhuang has already completed his expedition.

The messenger continued south in silence, and finally came to the capital of the kingdom, the "City of Hummingbirds", the copper capital Qin Congcan.

There are still Ding Zhuang working in the farmland outside the city. The vast fleet of transport ships travels across the lake, and the cold grain collection teams are scattered from the city gate to various places. He entered through the city, passed the vaguely prosperous capital market, walked past the huge craftsman's workshop where weapons were made, and looked in awe at the "House of Wind" Yakata, whose eyes were filled with smoke. On the sacred pyramid, the priests chanted and danced frantically, and the complicated sacrifices continued day and night.

The messenger showed the letter of the North Marshal and finally arrived at the center of the kingdom, the supreme "Palace of Winds" Yakatas. In front of the solemn chief minister, he knelt down on the ground with all his strength, conveying the marshal's message word by word.

"Respected Chief Minister... Battle on water... Mexica... Burning rocket... Legion of Chapala... Fleeing before battle... Marshal of the North... All army defeated. .."

Then, the messenger fell to the ground, daring not to look at the cloudy face of the chief minister. He took a few breaths and pleaded loudly.

"Chief, the Marshal of the North asked the Supreme King for help! The Mexicans were as fast as the wind, and the 20,000-strong army arrived in a few days and surrounded the river mouth fortress. The Mexican fleet rushed into the river mouth, blocked the water gate, and the fortress support was completely cut off. ..."

Hearing this, Chief Minister Zinzini frowned, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"The estuary waterway is narrow and long, the narrowest point is only 30 meters, and seven or eight large boats can block it. The estuary fortress has a high city wall, and the western wall stands beside the estuary. Archers and slingers stand on the high wall and can suppress the waterway arbitrarily. Up and down. As long as several hundred elite sailors block the waterway, and thousands of archers throw stones at the wall, the Mexicans will die tens of thousands, and it is impossible to break through the defense line! How can the water gate to the west be blocked?!"

Facing the chief's rebuke, the messenger bowed his head deeply again. He looked terrified, and explained in a low voice full of fear.

"The marshal was defeated in the water battle...to the point of being defeated...only by himself. The main force of the navy was lost, and all the large boats were lost, leaving only more than 300 small boats. The enemy's large boats were equipped with wooden shields to prevent arrows. , a wooden shed, carrying a longbow with a long range, and a rocket that ignited the boat... Three hundred small boats were blocked for one day, and they were killed by enemy ships..."

Hearing this, Zinzini's chest tightened, and the pain was like a knife. The mighty and powerful kingdom navy has only these tattered boats left! This is the accumulation of decades or even nearly a hundred years in the kingdom, the most powerful naval force in the world!

The chief minister's face was sinking like water, and he was silent. He was ruthless in his heart and made a secret decision.

"Ospie should kill the navy who buried the kingdom! When this battle is over, the 'crocodile' will be divided into five parts and sacrifice to the gods, and the 'crocodile' will be accepted as its direct subordinate!"

The courier gave the chief a sneak peek. He didn't dare to mention in detail how the enemy army got these big boats with wooden shields and wooden sheds. He just continued to fall to the ground, be careful to report back.

"Dozens of enemy boats endured the firing from the city head, forcibly rushed through the estuary waterway and entered Lake Quetzeo. Then, the besieging enemy army circled to the southwest of the fortress and established a stronghold by Lake Quetzeo for this The fleet provides supplies. The Mexican fleet will center here, spy on the shores of Lake Quetzeo, and cut off the water support of the estuary fortress!"

Zinzini closed his eyes slightly and calmed down. Immediately, he asked in a low voice.

"Look up at me! How many warriors are there in the river mouth fortress? How many militiamen? How much food? How long does the marshal expect to hold on?!"

Only then did the messenger look up and meet the awe-inspiring gaze of the chief minister, unable to help but shiver. He answered truthfully, not daring to hide anything.

"The Mexicans are coming very fast, and only one third of the remaining warriors in the northern defense line have time to enter the fortress. Now, there are two hundred family warriors left in the hands of the marshal, three hundred warriors in the hands of General Cukuna, and three hundred warriors in the hands of Akambaro. The local nobles have a thousand warriors, a total of one thousand five hundred!"

"As for the militia, when the battle was launched, there were 3,000 Chapala militiamen stationed in the fortress, and 5,000 newly supported Lake District militiamen. The 2,000 remnants who escaped during the war, plus the 3,000 militiamen who were urgently transferred in nearby, totaled 13,000 people. !"

"...After supporting the fortress, many fortresses in the north were empty. Now there are less than 2,000 local samurai and 12,000 militiamen! The samurai and militia suffered heavy losses, but the original storage of food was sufficient. Each fortress has at least half a year's storage of food. , and the river mouth fortress has enough food for a year!"

The messenger was obviously a close associate of the Marshal of the North, and knew all about the military situation. At this time, he has no details, one by one, the situation in the north is completely clear. Finally, he kowtowed violently and shouted loudly.

"Before leaving, the marshal cut his palms and swore! He will stick to the fortress until the grain is completely exhausted, and until the last soldier is killed, he vows to coexist with the river mouth fortress!"

Zinzini looked at the messenger carefully for a while, nodded slightly, and then fell into deep thought.

According to the request of the king when he left, he went to the north to send 10,000 militiamen from the Lake District, 5,000 people each for the estuary fortress and the northern fortress. These urgently recruited ordinary militiamen are not good at field battles, but they can be used to defend the city. The army of the Siege of Mexica was no more than 20,000 people. With the strength of the Hekou fortress, 1,500 warriors and 13,000 militiamen should be able to hold on for at least half a year!

The problem now is that the North is extremely short of samurai and has lost the ability to fight out of the city. The links between the lines of defense were left to the Mexica to cut off. The fortresses and fortresses fought on their own, and in the end they would only fall one by one.

According to his 30 years of experience in leading wars, if you want to defend the city for a long time, you must have strength to guard the countryside! Only by having a capable samurai army, ready to attack and attack the enemy's weak links, can the enemy's siege be prevented from advancing smoothly. Now, the estuary fortress cannot support it, so it can only support the weak northern line fortress group.

Thinking of this, Zinzini waved his sleeves and pointed at the messenger.

"Take it."

The messenger opened his mouth and wanted to say something for the marshal. The guards have already stepped up and took the northern messenger away.

Afterwards, the chief minister closed his eyes and frowned, calculating with his fingers in his cuffs.

"Since the last time I discussed the war with Your Majesty, another 30,000 militiamen have been recruited in the Lake District. Ten thousand went to the northern front and 20,000 went to the south. Since the start of the war, 100,000 soldiers in the Lake District have been involved in the war, and nearly half of them have died. !"

Thinking of this, Zinzini trembled. The lake area, the core of the kingdom's rule, has a population of less than one million. This proportion of small and strong expropriation has an almost devastating blow to agricultural production. At this rate of consumption, two entire generations are being erased, and at the same time, the future of the kingdom is being erased!

What makes Zinzini even more desperate is that he only has 3,000 warriors in his hands, and he has to continue to recruit strong men to maintain the situation between the north and the south.

The long wind blew into the magnificent "Palace of Winds", driving a mournful wind chime, like an ominous sound of the country's subjugation. The Chief Minister's fingers trembled violently, and finally he could no longer calculate. After a long while, he finally opened his eyes abruptly, revealing a cold and eye-catching gaze, and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Conquer all Ding Zhuang in the Lake District, and those who block the nobles will die! Those who are over 14 years old, but under 50 years old, and taller than half of the spear, will join the army! Recruit strong peasant women who can wield spears and join the army. !"

"Mobilize a thousand warriors to support the northern fortress group, and be careful to harass the northern army of Mexica!"

"Send an envoy to the west to condolences to the Chapala Legion! Promise the division of the prince of the 'Feather' family, and quickly regroup to come to aid!"

"Send an envoy to the south, to the mountain Wetamobang, order to go north to support, and also promise the prince's enfeoffment!"

"Send the messenger of the gods, together with the envoys of Tlaxcala, to **** the princesses to the east, and immediately complete the marriage!"

"Send the messengers of the gods to urge the southern Tecos tribe. The kingdom promises their autonomy conditions, but must send more warriors or militia. Each division will be knighted according to the number of troops sent. The supreme royal family also promises to be a princess and a daughter to be a relative with Prince Tekes!"

"Send a low-key messenger to inform your majesty on the southern front!"

Following the orders of the chief minister, the guards led the way. Soon, in the solemn palace hall, only the old man in Chinese clothes was left, with a majestic expression and solemn silence.

Zinzini was silent for a moment, then slowly took off the feather crest on his head, finally revealing his full head of white hair. He raised his head and looked at the ancient frescoes on the top of the hall. The family's hummingbird accompanies the royal family's eagle for thirty years.

"Your Majesty, I have served the kings for thirty years. If this battle is won, I will use my life to be responsible for today's decision!"

The light wind blew, and the old man's white hair was scattered in the wind, no longer awe-inspiring. Immediately, the breeze blew thousands of miles, and a new round of running messengers set off from the capital again.

The envoy of the royal capital rushed out from the city gate. He saw thousands of warriors of the army, about to go to the surrounding 81 villages, to squeeze the last manpower in the lake area. Then, he went south quickly, passed the half-harvested fragrant fields, and caught up with the people who were transporting the grain. All the way, the eyes are full of tired and numb faces. He crossed the last batch of supporting Lake District militiamen, who had no armour and only stone spears in their hands. Soon, the fields in front of him became barren again, and this was already the frontline Sittaquaro State.

He didn't stop, passed the dotted rear camps, and headed for the stone castle where the king's flag was flying. He ignored the questioning of the patrolling samurai and entered the solid bluestone fortress. He passed the barbarian mercenaries who were loosely disciplined, passed by the spear corps stationed in formation, and stopped for a while on the school grounds of the fort. There are hundreds of warriors with bows and arrows, familiar with the huge mexican longbow, and the sound of arrows breaking through the air is like the whistling of beasts.

The messenger lowered his head and continued to move forward quietly. He calmly walked past the neatly formed warriors, silently looking at the serious-looking nobles, and finally came to the king's guard with a big axe, and found a captain of the guard with feathers on his head.

"A letter from the capital, the goddess of the moon blesses us."

The envoy of the royal capital said solemnly.

The captain of the guard looked tense. The moon goddess who symbolizes death, this is by no means good news! He nodded slightly and turned away. After a while, the captain of the guard returned silently and led the messenger to a side hall, where the supreme king was in front of him.

Then, the captain of the guard turned and left. Not far from the side hall, he heard the king's angry low roar.

"Damn!"

Then, there was another slamming sound of gold and stone falling. Hearing the voice, the captain of the guard froze. He didn't dare to look back, and quickened his pace, hurriedly avoiding the danger.

In the stone house at the back, the humming bronzes tumbled on the masonry ground together with the tinkling gold ornaments. King Suangua is dressed in military uniform, wearing a gorgeous copper-inlaid leather armor, and an eagle-shaped inlaid bronze helmet, majestic as the incarnation of the gods. At this moment, with killing intent on his face, he glared at the messenger who was crawling on the ground.

After a long time, the king calmed down and spoke slowly.

"You're not guilty, it's not you! Chief Hummingbird's actions are very safe, and I'll endorse his orders afterwards. Go down!"

The messenger got up from the ground and walked backwards.

There was no one else in the side hall, and the young king suddenly pulled out the copper axe and cut off the wooden table in front of him with one axe. Then, after thinking for a moment, he took the copper axe and went straight to the watchtower at the highest point.

Chapter end

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