Aztec Eternals Chapter 79

The army went west all the way, and the Otomi people retreated. Three days later, when Shulot arrived at the third mountain camp, there was a busy construction site in front of him.

Kuluka has taken over the camp and is directing the warriors to repair the broken fence. The Otomi people saw the vanguard samurai group from a distance and hurriedly evacuated, setting a fire in the camp before leaving.

Kuluka didn't go after the fleeing militia either. He arranged for the samurai to quickly put out the fire and then simply mend the broken fence. Everything is in order, indeed a veteran of engineering. Of course, the fire can be quickly extinguished because there is really nothing to burn in the camp.

"Commander priest, when we arrived at the camp, it was empty and there was nothing left. Not even a moldy tortilla was found! In this case, even the mice in the warehouse would starve to death and cry."

Kuluka let out a wry smile, expressing his amazement at the Otomi people's search ability.

"No, there won't be any mice in the warehouse." Shulot looked around the warehouse and made a joke. "Because the mice were eaten by the Otomi people!"

The boy became more and more certain that the Otomi people were in the most difficult time. Hunger was tormenting them all the time, at least for Otomi's militia.

After a brief tour of the camp, Shilot asked Kuluka's vanguard to stop working and take a rest. In particular, the thousand warriors led by Barda had to build up their stamina and prepare for the assault.

The young man thought for a moment, but he still cast out the two hundred precious holy city jaguar warriors as scouts and vanguards of the mountains and forests. In military operations, the primary task is to clear the fog of war and understand enemy intelligence. The military situation of the sentry is the top priority, and the most elite troops must be invested.

He instructed these elite chapters to be careful, in a team of ten, and cover each other. Give priority to protecting yourself, then spy on the information of the second camp, and finally search the three thousand city-state warriors scattered in the mountains and forests.

Next, Orosh led the warriors of Teotihuacan to simply repair the outermost fence of the camp. When Bertard's rear army arrived, Shulot let the 4,000 vanguard army set off immediately.

The boy left the complicated follow-up work to the experienced samurai chief. Let him continue to restore the camp, search for traces of friendly forces, arrange for Burgeret's militia, stockpile and build food routes.

Then, Shulot commanded more than 600 guards, as well as the 3,000 central army of Orosh, followed the forward and rushed towards the second camp.

The Chinese army marched westward for two days, and the military situation gathered like water along the way. The scout spotted the trail of a large group of Otomi. Two thousand Otomi warriors and four thousand militiamen are under siege, and the second camp in the west is still holding, the number of troops in the camp is unknown.

Shulot took back the command of the forward and ordered the warriors to quickly tighten their formation and march in secret. When the sun rose to the middle, the bright sunlight projected on the path in the woods again, and he heard the loud eagle crowing again. Olosh next to him translated: "The enemy is in the west, less than half a day away, and the specific actions are unknown."

Shulot no longer hesitated, the superior force was in hand, and he should not fight a chaotic night battle. He immediately summoned Barda.

"Your thousand warriors unload all the marching supplies, rest for two quarters of an hour, and then quickly charge to the west. The jaguar warriors will give you guidance, don't stop, don't care about the miscellaneous soldiers, and stick to the other's samurai camp directly! Lucca's three thousand people will arrive later."

"Barda, you are a brave Mexica warrior, don't let me down!" Shulot looked majestically into Barda's eyes and held his hand tightly.

Barda blushed. He knelt down on one knee, made the boy higher than him, bowed his head and promised loudly.

After two quarters of an hour, Barda was carrying a shield and a large stick, and a thousand assault warriors set off immediately. The three thousand warriors of Kuluka followed.

Shulot was sure that the Otomi people had already learned the news of the legion's westward advance. They are now like rabbits getting ready, they will flee into the mountains and forests whenever there is trouble.

A thousand-scale commando can hide in the mountains and forests to the greatest extent possible, get close enough to the position, launch a charge, and drag the enemy samurai. When the follow-up three thousand warriors arrive, the opponent can only choose to die or surrender.

Olosh looked at Sherlot and smiled gratified. A moment later, the 3,000 warriors of the central army took the marching rations and supplies of the front, and also went west in full armor.

After half a day, it was evening, the sun was slightly westward, the smoke from the cooking rose from not far away, and the Otomi people were lighting a fire to cook. By convention, 2,000 warriors gathered on the inner, safer side, while 4,000 militiamen were scattered on the outside. Occasionally, loud hawks could be heard from the mountains and forests, and the militiamen outside looked up to the sky, but saw nothing.

The militiamen were not in the mood to observe carefully, anyway, some sentries were arranged outside. They are worried about the food every day. There is a shortage of food in the Mexica camp opposite, and the Otomi people here are also short of food.

The camp has been besieged for two weeks, and the nearby wild fruits, wild vegetables and pika insects have all been dug three feet by the militiamen and searched and inspected. Now I can only cook hard every day, waiting for the noble warriors to give me some grains, add some leaves and cook it into porridge, so that everyone can barely maintain it.

Under the command of the Otomi warriors, the militiamen launched several attacks, each time they were repelled by the three hundred Mexican warriors in the camp with thousands of militiamen. The attack suffered a lot of casualties, but the effect was not obvious. After a trial and a dispute, Otomi's warriors did not go into battle in the end, but simply blocked the camp and waited for the Mexicans to break through.

There was another loud eagle cry. Inside the camp, a mexican warrior about thirty years old raised his head and stared at the eastern sky. The samurai has a handsome face, with a pair of melancholy eyes, but there is a seemingly non-existent smile on the corner of his mouth.

He should be the samurai captain of the camp, and beside him, surrounded by several samurai. The warriors were plainly dressed and their faces were haggard and emaciated, with obvious signs of hunger.

"Baramo, what are you looking at? Alas, although there are many birds in the sky, we can't catch them, and we can't turn them into meat in our stomachs."

A middle-aged samurai was joking, starving but looking in good spirits.

The melancholy samurai captain smiled slightly and recited in a low poetic tone:

"I'm looking at the eagle. She is hiding in the sky a few hundred meters high, hiding in the clouds, and hiding in a far, far away place, and she can't find it. But I know that in the woodland a few hundred meters away Here, you have come quietly, on the ground, among the trees, with the sound of death."

The warriors gathered around sighed helplessly. The captain was probably starving, and began to say some poems that everyone was not interested in. At this time, no matter how many poems I read, I would not have the pleasure of having a full meal.

After reading the poem, Balamo turned solemn and ordered loudly: "The reinforcements have arrived! Launch the elite militia, and the warriors are ready to go out to fight at any time!"

The warriors looked at each other in dismay, then bowed their heads and obeyed, quickly mobilizing the militia in the camp.

After the eagle croaked, another quarter of an hour passed. The samurai murmured suspiciously whether the captain was starving. At this moment, a group of Mexica warriors suddenly rushed out of the forest. With their shields high and their battle clubs lowered, they, led by the sturdy Barda, slammed into Otomi's militia group, and went straight to the samurai who were eating in the middle.

Balamo also gave the order loudly, and the camp gate opened wide. Surrounded by several warriors, he pounced on Otomi's warriors from the other side, and three hundred emaciated Mexica warriors also charged at the same time. Behind them, two thousand shouting Stone Spear militiamen held the Otomi militia on the opposite side.

Encountered by Barda's surprise attack, the five hundred Otomi warriors who were on guard at the outermost quickly attacked, and the fifteen hundred warriors began to prepare, and then they were suddenly caught off guard by the three hundred warriors of Baramo. Barda did not entangle more than the five hundred warriors who came to meet him. He divided 300 people to meet him, and the brigade of warriors shifted slightly, slamming into the chaotic main force of 1,500 Otomi from the side.

Mexica and Otomi's warriors soon fought together, and Otomi's commander tried to regroup several times, but was interrupted by Barda's leading charge. The fierce warrior roared, and as soon as he saw a large group of Otomi warriors gathered, he led dozens of people to charge.

Balamo found a bargain, and he also brought more than a hundred warriors, closely following Barda, and scattered the Otomi people again and again, so that the opponents would not have the opportunity to form a battle formation and separate the front and rear queues.

The militiamen of both sides also fought together. Hungry militias fought more gently than samurai. The brigade of militias gathered in groups and shouted to each other. They waved stone and wooden spears, slowly approaching each other, and then pierced blood holes one by one in the soft body on the opposite side, until one of them couldn't bear it, scattered back and collapsed suddenly. Another regiment of militia moved over and took over the fighting position, and the two sides were entangled again.

The battle between the militiamen was not fierce, but because there was no armor, the casualties on both sides were not small. The battle went on for less than a quarter of an hour, and three or four hundred militiamen on both sides were injured, and the troops were disorganized.

The warriors on both sides lost 100 people each. With the efforts of Commander Otomi, the chaotic 1,500 warriors finally formed three phalanxes of 500 people. One phalanx barely blocked Barda, while the other two phalanxes of a thousand warriors were preparing to encircle, concentrating their forces to quickly eat the three hundred people of Baramo first.

Seeing the Otomi people surrounded on all sides, the warriors of Mexica roared, preparing to fight to the death. In the roar, there was a discordant low recitation.

Balamo sighed softly. Seeing that something was not going well, he stood in the center of the military formation melancholy, under the protection of the shields of the samurai, looking at the sunset in the west.

"We pass the fields where the corn has fallen, we pass the setting sun, we walk slowly to the end, without the urging of others... The battlefield makes me tremble and cold, because my clothes are only gauze, how can I resist, The cold when death comes..."

Fortunately, on the battlefields of Central America, powerful bows and arrows have not been widely used. No need to worry about Balamo, who was set on fire by countless bows and arrows in his poetic chanting. He waited silently, and then there was a continuous roar from the east, and the cheering cheers of the Mexica warriors.

Kuluka's three thousand direct samurai finally appeared at the edge of the woodland, and then without hesitation rushed towards the interlaced battle formations. Otomi's commander slightly estimated the number of Mexica reinforcements and sighed helplessly.

The thousand warriors who surrounded Balamo quickly moved and retreated directly to the mountains in the west. Then the sharp sound of conch shells sounded, and the other thousand Otomi warriors in the battle were shaken, and they gradually retreated while fighting. The battle has entered a new stage of chasing the dead and chasing the north.

Balamo sighed helplessly. He hadn't finished reading his poem, but his melancholy mood suddenly disappeared, and he no longer had any inspiration. He had no choice but to wave his stick to the west, and the three hundred warriors grabbed the tail of the retreating Otomi people and pursued them.

No one paid any attention to Otomi's militia for the time being. The recruited village soldiers looked at each other and fled with a bang. Before leaving, the militiamen did not forget to take away as much food as possible from the camp. Next, they will definitely not return to the Western army, but embark on a long journey home to find family members who are still alive. If lucky enough to find family, they can think about how to survive the famine winter.

The Mexica militias also did not pursue Otomi's militias. They gathered in small groups and, with crude stone spears, tried to capture the living armored Otomi warriors. The militiamen were rewarded with food and cotton cloth for capturing a real samurai alive. If they are strong enough and brave enough, they have the opportunity to be promoted to the most basic young warriors, thus opening up the channel for rank up. This is also the only chance for farmers in Mexica to change their fate!

When the three thousand warriors directly under Kuluka joined the battle, the one thousand Otomi warriors who had retreated with difficulty quickly collapsed, the tight formation scattered, and then drowned in the wave of Mexica warriors in an instant. The other thousand Otomi warriors who had retreated in an orderly manner no longer hesitated. They dropped the two hundred tails that were entangled by Balamo, threw away the heavy battle sticks and wooden shields, and quickly disappeared into the mountains and forests with only the short blades they carried with them.

The splendid sunset reflects the final struggle of the battlefield. Soon, the darkness will take away the afterglow of the setting sun and the killing of the world. The warriors in the vanguard raised the bonfire, opened the gate of the camp, and welcomed the commander of the army of the central army.

With a visor on, Shirault quietly faced the generals who greeted him.

Kuluka kneeled respectfully: "Respected priest commander, under your command, we have won a glorious victory, leaving a total of 1,200 Otomi warriors, including more than 900 prisoners. In addition, more than 600 Otomi militiamen were captured. About 150 samurai were killed and about 300 or 400 were wounded in our army."

Sherlot smiled and expressed his satisfaction with the outcome of this battle. He patted Kuluka kindly on the shoulder, then lifted him off the ground with both hands.

Kuluka stood up, bowed his head in salute, and then reported: "The priest commander, I just checked the rations of the Otomi warriors. They eat sweet potatoes and pumpkins that are prone to hunger, and it seems that there is no more tortillas to eat. "

Shuluo nodded, as expected. He praised Kuluka's "really meticulous!". Then he looked at Barda next to him.

Barda stood tall and proud. In this battle, he attacked five or six times before and after, and he also had seven or eight small wounds on his body. He took on the most difficult tasks, suffered the most casualties, and achieved the greatest results. Under his assault, the Otomi people were constantly being scattered, fighting on their own, unable to establish an effective command at all. It has also been unable to form a formation and advance and retreat in an orderly manner.

Shilott laughed. He recalled the heroic story in his memory, and praised loudly: "Barda, you are a true warrior, the bravery of our Mexicans!"

Then the boy personally stepped forward, took Barda's hand, and gave him an obsidian dagger inlaid with gems. Speaking of which, this dagger was one of those extra gifts that Otomi's emissary gave him during the siege of Hilotepec. Right now it was given to Barda.

Barda happily accepted the gift and saluted Shilot. Then he directly pinned the delicate dagger to his waist and showed it to everyone carelessly.

Shirout smiled slightly and continued to look at Balamo who was kneeling on one knee.

"You are the samurai captain of the camp? How is the current situation in the camp?"

"Yes! Dear commander, I am Baramo, the warrior captain of the camp. I am willing to serve you! There are three hundred warriors, nearly three thousand militiamen, and three thousand people's food for five days in the camp~www.mtlnovel.com ~ Balamo raised his head, revealing a thin and handsome face.

It seems that the camp is indeed on the verge of running out of food. If there is no rescue, these warriors and militiamen will be buried here.

"Balamo, do you have news about the first camp Zikasar?"

"The blockade of the Otomi people is too strict, but from the strength of the attack on our camp, Commander Kassar is still holding on. He collected food from the second camp three weeks ago, and he should be able to hold on for another ten days! "

Shuluot nodded in approval, he knows numbers well, he understands the military situation, he is a good talent. Immediately, he carefully looked at the warrior in front of him. Although the other party was neatly armored and carrying weapons, he always seemed to have a poetic temperament.

"This time, you got out of the camp in time to entangle Otomi's samurai brigade and made a contribution! What do you want?"

Balamo's eyes were bright and twinkling. He looked at Shulot's priestly costume, the boy's stature, and the beast helmet that covered his face. He peeked at the respectful gestures of the generals, and finally glanced at the samurai army that came one after another from behind.

"I'm a commoner warrior, I don't have a surname yet, please give me a surname from the commander-in-chief!"

Shulot's face was calm, but his heart was stunned. He looked at Balamo with melancholy eyes again. This kind of poetic temperament appeared on a samurai, but it seemed very special. This samurai is quick-witted and quite decisive, and can be taken with him to observe one or two.

"You said your name was Balamo? A desolate plateau without trees?"

"Yes! The commander is knowledgeable."

The boy pondered slightly, Balamo, the memories of the past came to mind again. After standing silently for a long time, he said with emotion:

"Your last name is Rulfo! A true Mexica poet!"

Chapter end

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