Aztec Eternals Chapter 30

The strong wind carries the chill at the end of December, and there is a unique loneliness and chill in autumn and winter.

In the tropical north of Mexico, there is no cruel snow to cover, only the golden-stalked kidney beans in the fields during the harvest season again.

The end of the year has come, and in the blink of an eye, it is already a fierce day.

Perhaps because of the pressure of food, the two branch divisions gathered quickly, and immediately brought food and grass for more than a month.

The 20,000 troops headed north for two days, then split northwest and due north. Leaving 30,000 warriors, nearly 20,000 militiamen, and the holy and ruthless King Tisok, sitting under the city of Ottopan.

Casal stayed behind in the royal camp, leading a thousand jaguar corps and five hundred praetorian guards, waiting for him. King Tisok looked forward to Ottopan city-state taking the opportunity to break out of the city and meet this "surprise".

Totec led 8,000 warriors directly under his command and 2,000 village militiamen directly under his command, without stopping, heading straight for Guamare in the northwest.

He has a plank map, and whenever a scout finds an Otomi village, he uses bright red dye to draw a circle at that location.

Shilot originally did not want to participate in this expedition. He wanted to stay in the camp and teach his followers Chinese characters calmly. Avit smiled, took his arm firmly, and dragged him out of the hut.

He could only leave one sentence: "You have to study hard!" and he was ruthlessly dragged away.

Bertard chose 60 outstanding follower samurai to follow Shirott's side. Since the creation of the "giant beast" trebuchet by Shilot, there have been successive warriors at the bottom, and now there are more than 300 followers of the warriors.

Fortunately, the king has no intention of paying attention to such trivial matters now.

In order to maintain these followers, Shulot had to go to his father from time to time for alms, and Huosoke agreed with a look of relief, and sent some holy city warriors to serve as the backbone.

Marching for half a month, there are rolling mountains and hills along the way. At the beginning, it was all dense forest. The further north, the less forest, and the mountain gradually slowed down.

In front of Shilot, he could clearly see the hills and fields, as well as the faint smoke from the fields, and at the end was a barren mountain village.

Half a month later, the legion finally arrived at the city of Guamare. At this time, Totec's wooden board was covered with bright red marks.

Guamare City is a typical flat mountain city, built on a hill, the bottom of the city wall is more than ten meters above the ground. Shilot estimated that the area of the city was about four square kilometers, and the height of the city wall was about four meters. The low hills still effectively strengthen the defense of the city, and also halve the effect of the catapult.

"Mountains, forests, mountain castles, flat mountain castles. It seems that although the Otomi people are weak, they are indeed not good targets for conquest." Shulot looked at the city-state in front of him and pondered. "If a war of territorial conquest is to be launched, who should the empire attack first?"

Soon, figures flickered on the walls of Guamare. Avit said that, excluding the support for Ottopan, there are about 5,000 warriors and 20,000 militiamen in the city. The number on paper is enough to fight the Mexican warriors.

The Mexican legion marched two miles away from the city, and the eight thousand warriors took off their shields and battle sticks, and looked at the city head at will. Two thousand militiamen stayed behind and set up simple camps to guard food and grass.

Tocette sent a messenger, raised a flag, and demanded a dialogue with the city. After half an hour, the opposite city gate was half open, and a dozen nobles and priests hurried over. They were dressed in splendid clothing and feather crests, and they were obviously dressed up.

The leader was a nobleman, wearing a black and white delicate cotton robe, with a smile on his face. Next to the noble was an old man with an obsidian crown. The old man was not tall, wearing a priest's robe with black and white stripes, and his face was serious.

Tocette stood in front of the legion, and he motioned Avit to come forward to negotiate. Avit brought his entourage, and then caught the boy in the tengu priest costume, and stepped forward with a smile.

As soon as the two sides stood a mile away from the city, Shirault felt a chill on his body. As soon as he raised his head, the old priest opposite was staring at him with slashing eyes, no, it should be the sacrificial robe on his body.

The nobleman of Guamare smiled and asked respectfully, "Respected leader of the Mexicas, descendant of the Sun God." Then he heard the old priest coughing in dissatisfaction.

The aristocrat smiled for a while, and then continued: "I am a god-born noble of Guamare. I don't know if the warrior group of Mexica came to Guamare City. What is the order? We have always been on good terms with the Mexica City-State Alliance. , this response to Ottopan City is only due to the covenant, not the original intention of Guamare City. If your Chapter needs food and drinks, the city-state can supply them in sufficient quantities."

Avit also smiled slightly: "The descendants of the gods of day and night, the army is here this time, one is to hope that the city-state of Guamare will surrender to the great alliance and pay symbolic tribute. The second is to ask the city of Guamare. Withdraw aid to Ottopan City and sever the alliance with Ottopan."

Before the nobles could speak, they heard the angry roar of the old priest: "The Otomi people will never surrender to the Mexicans. The city of Ottopan is the ancestral land of the Otomi people, and must not fall to the murderous Mexicans. Add heretic hands!"

Avite's face turned cold, and he said loudly: "The great King Tisok is leading us, and the mighty city of Hilotepec has surrendered. Now, Ottopan is about to fall, and 100,000 warriors have surrounded the mountain city. After the city is broken, no matter the gods, priests, and nobles, they will all be sacrificed to the sun god."

"The army of Mexica brought roaring giant beasts. Nowhere has Otomi's army been able to match! Now there are only 5,000 warriors in Guamare, and they are even more vulnerable under the attack of the army!"

Avit paused, then said with a smile: "However, the city of Guamare is too far away from the capital city in the lake, and it is really barren. The merciful king does not have much interest in this land. The Mexican Army Conquest of Ottopan only ends."

"As long as you show your deference, make symbolic tributes, and withdraw Ottopan's reinforcements, you can be protected by the Alliance and live a peaceful and safe life on this land."

"The status of the nobles will not change, and the Tarasco people in the south will not dare to invade again. The alliance's caravans will also bring cotton cloth, cocoa, feathers, gems, gold and silver jewelry, and even Mayan smoke. Your life will be holier and richer than before."

Avit gently described the bright future, and the nobleman was obviously moved. He opened his mouth and just wanted to say something, but there was a roar in his ear.

"Tricky Mexica coyote! Don't deceive the people of the primordial God with a false future!" The old priest roared, like an angry groundhog in the memory of Sherlot.

"More than a hundred years ago, it was the murderous Mexicans who drove us out of the fertile and fertile valleys and returned to the barren north. You cruelly took away the sacred altar of Hilotepec, and tried to make Otto The Mi people betrayed the ancient beliefs. You heretics! Now, you don't even spare our ancestral land. The original **** will punish you with divine punishment!"

"It's impossible to communicate well with a religious fanatical priest." Sherlot thought.

Avit ignored the priest and just tried to continue to induce the nobles.

"The city of Ottopan is the foundation of our Otomi people in the north, and the home of all city-states." Seeing Avit and ignoring it, the old priest calmed down and turned to the god-born nobles and said, "Chichimeks, Tarasco, Mexican, Tesk, how many times the aliens have invaded, we all rely on the mountain city of Ottopan to survive, and then when the aliens recede, we can restore our territory."

"Once Ottopan falls, the Mexicas will sacrifice the gods, nobles and warriors of Otomi in the city, and then migrate into the Mexica's own gods and nobles. After decades of this, when the Mexicans The city of Ottopan is standing in the north, where is there a way for us Ottoman nobles and priests to survive? The conquest will surely come again, and then we will have no Ottopan to retreat!"

The words of the old priest obviously moved the aristocratic nobles who were headed by the gods, and the nobles had a look of awe on their faces, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com nodded slightly to salute the priest.

Avit's face froze, and he spit out a cold threat: "If the city of Guamare insists on continuing to make mistakes, the army will not be merciful! All the villages that the city-state rules will be reduced to ashes in the fire. The wealth will be robbed. Go, the land will be desolate, and the Ortomi will cry and fall until everyone in the city is sacrificed!"

Hearing this, the old priest waved the divine scepter in his hand excitedly. Shulot felt that he would go berserk at any time, and the warriors on both sides also pulled out battle sticks and protected the leader with shields.

After a while, the old priest calmed down and said coldly, "The primordial **** blesses us! With your strength, we cannot take down the city of Guamare."

"The village outside the city, if you want to destroy it, destroy it. Ordinary civilians are just grass in the field. Even if the fire burns to ashes, it will grow again when spring comes. As long as we still control the city, one day, the land will grow again. Repopulate with civilians."

"The city of Ottopan is a cocoa tree planted by the original god. The gods and nobles are the cocoa given by the gods. Once the cocoa tree is cut down, the Otomi people will be abandoned by the gods and then go to extinction."

"Even if the grass is full of wild grass, it is better to keep a sacred cocoa!" The old groundhog priest finally roared, and with the killing intent in Avet's eyes, he left with the noble.

Hearing this, Shilot fell into thinking, "It seems that in the eyes of all the ruling classes in this era, civilians are insignificant consumables. This should be determined by the power balance between samurai and civilians, how can I change it? ?"

Avet shook his head and turned back to Totec. The cold-hearted commander was not surprised, but just took out the wooden board full of red circles.

The peace talks failed, and only blood and fire remained.

Chapter end

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