"Aztec Eternal (

The January wind comes from the north, with the sorrow of frost. She whimpered and flew low, with the freshness of the plateau, on the lake of Patzcuaro, the elegy of the wind.

In the sound of the weeping wind, Nekali, the Mexican scout, hunched over and hid in the reeds by the lake, carefully looking at the capital of the enemy country by the lake. As a samurai directly under the royal family, he has excellent eyesight, is proficient in squad battles, moves as agile as a leopard, and is more rudimentary in simple numerical measurements... He is almost the perfect scout candidate! If there's one only flaw, it's that his water is pretty average.

Thinking of this, Nekali turned towards the lake and spat bitterly. In the last water battle in Yuriria Lake, he was forced into the water by several militiamen, and then he was kicked in the waist and abdomen again, choking a lot of water, and almost drowned in the lake with great disgrace. Now, as long as he sees the deep lake, his heart trembles.

"Hey, the **** Tarasco Kingdom, there are lakes everywhere! When the great His Royal Highness Shulot conquers this place, sooner or later, these lakes will be circled into chinampas and given to warriors who are good at fighting!"

Nekali was born directly under the royal family and has been with His Royal Highness for less than a year. But at this moment, like thousands of royal warriors, his heart is full of admiration and obedience to His Highness.

"Since the expedition last May, the army has surrounded Huayamo Fortress and approached the enemy's capital. Your Highness is invincible, like the incarnation of a god, and he has invented many strange weapons. He is really a great commander! ... What's more, Your Highness I have always used commoner warriors heavily, and promoted many upstarts from commoner backgrounds... If I make great achievements, maybe I will also be rewarded by Kinampa and be named a respectable military noble!"

A wide smile appeared on Nekali's face, and there was a bright longing in his eyes. After a while, he shook his head vigorously, with a firm killing intent on his face, and looked at the capital city by the lake.

"A few days ago, many bells and whistles went out of the city, but unfortunately there was no manpower. Otherwise, if one were to be brought back, they would be able to interrogate the military situation... The north gate and east gate were closed, and the west gate not far from the lake was also closed. The dust is rising, maybe it is being sealed with earth and rocks... There are many barbarians on the top of the city, and they keep shouting... Huh? It seems that I can understand the general meaning, it seems to be 'corn', 'wine', ' woman'?..."

Nekali listened for a while, and found that the language of these barbarians is actually very similar to Mexica, and even easier to understand than the words of Tarasco. He didn't think much about the reasoning behind it, and he didn't know the history buried in the wind. He just sniffed his nose, and there was a faint smell of food in the air, which made him feel a little hungry. Well, add meals at noon, it seems that the Tarrascos are not short of food.

Then, Nekali frowned and gestured with his hands in front of his eyes.

"One person is tall, two people are tall... Five people are tall, six people are tall... Bah, the Tarasco people built the city wall so high, it's like an old turtle in the river! People are just that big at the top of the city. ..Hey, this person... this person looks familiar?"

Neka used his eagle-like eyes to stare at Wezti at the head of the city, looking at his turban that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, his memory suddenly became clear. Then the young scout was furious and spat again.

"It's you, the sly black fish! When I catch you, I'll kill you in the water! Well, there are veterans who have participated in water battles in this city, and it seems that they will be wary of new weapons. "

Nekali frowned again, breaking his fingers to record items.

"Fleeing nobles, garrisoned barbarians, closed city gates, tall city walls, sufficient food, experienced veterans... Ah, this capital doesn't seem to be very easy to fight!"

Thinking of this, Nekali looked around the Great Lake again. At the sight, there are completely felled trees, patrolling enemy ships, scattered corpses, skinny old and young, and desolate and dead villages... After a long while, he shook his head and broke up again. two fingers.

"Well, the city is full of soldiers, and the city is full of ghosts!"

After snapping his fingers again, Nekali got up quickly. In the end, he glanced at Wezti at the head of the city, turned and headed north, returning to the siege camp of Huayamo.

Traveling alone is always fast and hurried. Nekali went out at night, silently all the way, but killed a few wild dogs with red eyes. After these wild dogs have tasted human flesh, they will take the initiative to attack lone pedestrians, leaving dead bones full of tooth marks on the countryside. Unlike the weak refugees, the elite warriors only took a few precise slashes, and they were easily chopped into several pieces, adding new fertilizer to this desolate and fertile land.

After walking for only three days, the mighty Mexica Camp appeared in front of Scout Nekali. In the camp, the banner of Marshal Black Wolf fluttered high, and thousands of warriors guarded it. Outside the camp, there was a patrol team spread out for ten miles, as well as the Huayamo Fortress, which was half surrounded.

Nekali rubbed his eyes, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then burst into a low cheer. On the Huayamo fortress, the flags of Mexica have been spread all over, and the patterns of hummingbirds and the sun are fluttering in the wind, and the fortress has been captured!

"Praise the Lord God! He gave us victory in the war, and we spread the glory of God for Him!"

Nekali bowed his head and prayed devoutly for a moment. Then, he took out the scout's letter and passed through the patrolling samurai, straight into the big tent of the head coach. Inside the tent, the majestic His Royal Highness was holding a novel quill pen, writing script-like words and symbols.

Nekali did not dare to disturb, and waited for a moment. It was not until His Highness finished his work that he answered in a deep voice.

The breeze blew, taking away the drifting sound. After Shulot patiently listened to the military situation, he asked a few more questions, and then he smiled slightly and praised.

"You can see the whole picture from small details. Nekali, you are very good! It's not easy to travel all the way, and go to the logistics camp to get some food and drinks."

Hearing this, Nekali rejoiced. He kneeled on his knees respectfully, and took advantage of this rare opportunity to express his admiration from the bottom of his heart.

"Husko Volcano goes straight into the sky, and a condor is flying on it! Your Highness, you are the highest condor in the sky, and we will follow you on the earth to the end of heaven and earth!"

Shirot was stunned. He looked at Nekali's rough and sincere face, stared for a moment, and nodded slowly.

"Very good! Nekali, take a good rest, there is still a chance for you to make contributions later!"

Nekali then got up and walked backwards respectfully. Seeing that the tent was closed again, the young commander smiled and muttered to himself.

"Yes, the morale is strong, and the military heart is available!"

Thinking of this, Shulot stood up, came to the window of the cloth curtain, and stared at the fortress in the distance. Up and down the fortress, the traces of smoke and fire are still clear, and the bodies of the defenders have not been cleaned up. Dark red blood solidified on the top of the city, and the damaged wooden ladders were scattered under the city wall, and the brutal battle was faintly visible.

In fact, the Huayamo Fortress was captured by the army in one fell swoop just yesterday. All five hundred Tarasco warriors died in battle, and most of the five thousand Tecos militiamen surrendered. The fortress is made of stone, built of granite and blue bricks, and the structure is very solid. Its area is not large, only half of the estuary fortress, but the height of the city wall is seven or eight meters. If the fortress is adequately defended, it is actually difficult to conquer it in a short period of time.

Therefore, after Shulot captured the river mouth fortress, he gathered his troops to attack the south and surrounded the Huayamo fortress in one fell swoop. He marched in such a hurry that even the army after the great victory had no time to reward him. He was worried that the Tarasco army would gather in Huayamo and give him another siege for a few months, with heavy casualties.

Fortunately, the northern remnants of Sitacuaro did not wisely retreat immediately, and the enemy reinforcements in the Lake Chapala region did not decisively accelerate their march. When tens of thousands of Mexican troops rushed to the Huayamo fortress and cut off the northern passage, there were only five hundred warriors and five thousand rebellious tribesmen in the fortress. There was a clear gap between these warriors and the militia, lacking a strong commander and trusting each other.

Subsequently, the Mexican army besieged the city for two weeks and built a siege wooden ladder. The Turks tribal militia went out of the city bravely, howling wildly, and launched an adventurous raid. The start of the raid was fruitful, defeating the Otomi militia who had built the wooden ladders, killing three or four hundred men. However, when the longbow warriors gathered in a volley and the cudgel warriors approached from the flanks, the Texian militia could no longer reach. They retreated in a hurry and were shot to death in groups at the city gate, leaving nearly a thousand corpses behind.

The attack was victorious and then defeated, and the morale in the city dropped suddenly. Without hesitation, Xiulote pressed two thousand crossbowmen on the second day and shot at the city head across sixty paces. Relying on the range advantage of the bow and crossbow, the Mexica Legion gradually suppressed the city of Huayamo. Then, the remaining more than 2,000 canines were driven up again. They set up wooden ladders and threw pottery caltrops that exploded at any time, blasting both the defenders and their own morale into the valley.

The Turks militia came from the western mountains, fought bravely and believed in ignorance. They lived in areas with frequent volcanoes and were familiar with the smell of burning sulphur, but they had never experienced the loud noise of new weapons. In their hearts, the new weapons were endowed with divinity, whether they came from "the roar of the **** of fire", "the messenger of the **** of death", or "the demon under the volcano", all of which were irresistible existences.

After the explosion, five thousand royal warriors charged out, ascended the city from all sides at the same time, and killed the Tarrasco warriors who were stubbornly resisting. Shortly thereafter, the various Turks units surrendered one after another. When the siege was over, Shulot had three thousand more young and strong prisoners in his hands, and the casualties were only more than four hundred royal warriors, and the same number of Chichimeks.

The young commander stared at the mottled city head again, and the war scene kept flashing in his mind.

He saw the warriors fighting fiercely again, the corpses fell from the towering city head, and blood was flowing everywhere; he heard the roar of the explosion of pottery bristle, the high-pitched shouts of both sides, accompanied by the screams before death. Until the last defender of the warrior died in battle, the entire Turks fell to the ground and begged for surrender. Shouting the name of Vulcan, they gave up their last resistance and surrendered their lives to an enemy with divine power.

Thinking of the large number of captives, Shulot had a slight headache. During the Battle of the Estuary Fortress, he had five thousand more Tarasco militiamen, and now three thousand more Tecos tribesmen. These prisoners consume nearly 10,000 catties of food every day, and they have to send samurai to guard them, which is really troublesome!

The young commander's eyes changed, and cold killing intent appeared in his eyes from time to time. After a while, he shook his head and said seriously to himself.

"Shirot, the killing of prisoners is unknown. The human head is not a leek, and it will never grow again after it is cut. You can face all the cruel killings in the battle, but you should not get lost in the useless killings after the battle! ..."

Shirott's eyes finally calmed down. He stood silently for a moment, then instructed the guards to summon Ezpan, the descendant of Tarrasco.

The tent door opened and closed, and the fresh wind poured in. As soon as Ezpan entered the tent, he respectfully knelt down and bowed.

"Your Highness, your loyal wolf dog Ezpan is here. You are my only master, and I will pounce on your enemy at any time!"

Sherlot's eyes were deep for a moment. Then, he nodded slightly expressionlessly, staring at Ezpan calmly.

Ezpan looked calm, put his left hand four fingers together, clenched his fist and saluted on his chest. He was wearing the bright war clothes of the Mexica nobility, with a silver sun talisman around his neck, and he couldn't see the image of the Tarasco at all.

After a while, the young commander slowly spoke.

"Ezpan, the Alliance will conquer the Tarrasco Kingdom. You are the first Tarrasco to surrender, and you will have more chances than others. You know, I never care about your civilian birth, I only care about it. Your talent, and the effect of what you do!"

Hearing these words, Ezpan's heart surged. He vaguely sensed something, and fell to the ground more respectfully.

Xiuluo paused, looked down at Ezpan again for a moment, and then said calmly.

"Last month, the North Army captured the river mouth fort and captured 5,000 Tarasco militiamen. This month, the regiment occupied a large area of ​​Tarasco territory and brought many villages and towns under control. Yesterday, we captured the Huayamo fortress. , the capital is just around the corner!...Ezpan, the Tarrascos are destined to be part of the alliance, and they should play for the alliance too!"

Hearing this~lightnovelpub.net~ Ezpan did not hesitate and kowtowed vigorously. He suppressed his excitement and screamed in a low voice.

"His Royal Highness, the Tarrascos would like to be your loyal minions. I would like to be your protruding canine, the first to bite the enemy for you, no matter who he is!"

Shulot nodded and finally showed a gentle smile.

"Okay! Ezpan, remember your oath. I have high expectations for you, don't let me down. I will give you five thousand Tarrasco surrenders, as well as dozens of samurai who surrendered before. . They have all converted to the great main god. Next, more and more troops from Tarrasco will be surrendered.

You need to screen out the available personnel from these soldiers, and form a Tarasco army loyal to the alliance! You are the commander of this army! "

Ezpan was heartbroken. He kowtowed again excitedly, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and his voice was choked up when he spoke again.

"Thank... Your Highness... for you... to die!"

Shilot smiled again and patted the other person's shoulder.

"The equipment of this new legion will temporarily use the seizures obtained in the two fortresses. But the shape of the battle suit needs to be modified, and the faith of the main **** must be confirmed!"

"At present, I don't expect the legion you formed to participate in the field battle. Your early goal is to organize Tarasco's troops so that they can be used as civilians of the army. When their loyalty reaches a certain level, they will You can serve as a local garrison. In addition, lead them to raid the estates of the nobles and judge the crimes of the nobles. As for a brighter future...Ezpan, it depends on you!"

Ezpan bowed his head again. His head was pressed against the icy ground, but his heart was burning hot.

"Follow your orders! Your Highness, you are my only sun!"