"Winter Dongdong!"

The deafening sound of war drums sounded in the wide northern mountain pass, startling the flying birds all over the sky. A large group of running warriors, like a pack of wolves in the wasteland, passed through the rolling forest and appeared at the foot of the mountain pass. And their howling wolves had already crossed the tribe's wooden camp and echoed in the fields of Shenshui Valley.

"Aww!..."

It was September, the harvest was imminent, the beans were just ripening, and the corn was already on the cob. A year's ration is just around the corner, and the birds and the crowd in the mountains are waiting together. However, at this moment, the footsteps of war came suddenly, stepping on the blood of the setting sun, bringing the twilight fire!

"Ah! The supreme rain god!..."

After camping at the mountain pass, more than 10,000 Mixtec tribesmen panicked and showed panic. They had long heard of the fighting in the north and the strength of the Mexica, but they never imagined that the battle would come upon them so quickly.

"Drip!...Drip!..."

The warning conch horn echoes in the narrow valley, which is a call for crisis and assembly. The young and strong of the three thousand tribes came from all over the Shenshui Valley holding short bows and stone spears.

Shenshui Valley is located fifty miles south of Shenshi City, and less than two hundred miles away from Yunshan City further south. The area of ​​the whole valley is not large, only seven or eight miles from east to west, about ten miles from north to south, surrounded by mountains on all sides, and there are only two valley entrances in the northeast and southeast. In the middle of the valley, there is a natural spring that waters the fertile soil of the valley, hence the name "atzingo", which means "divine water" and "respectable water". The tribe that settled in this valley is naturally called the Shenshuibu.

Soon, the leader of the Shenshui tribe, "Yunshui" Achingo hurriedly boarded the wall of the village and looked to the north.

A strange black wolf flag first came into his eyes. The black coyote has a blood-colored tongue and red eyes, crouching in the red sun's rays, which is particularly breathtaking. At this moment, this towering wolf flag is being firmly carried on the back by an exceptionally strong young warrior leader.

And around the wolf flag, there are three marching warrior formations. The most central military formation has the least number of people, dense formation, and the best equipment. The warriors among them all held bronze soldiers, wore dark green battle suits, and even platinum battle armor. There are slightly more people in the other two pieces, which are divided into left and right wings. The left wing is neatly dressed in white battle clothes, holding an obsidian baton. The right wing is the most numerous, the formation is more loose, and the weapons are disorganized.

"This...is the Legion of the Mexica! It is...the brutal Chief Black Wolf!..."

Seeing the black wolf flag, Achingo's heart trembled, and even his voice trembled. He watched the fast-moving enemy army, while stretching out his fingers to gesture, while silently counting.

"One spring, two springs, three...five...ten! Ten warriors from the spring! There are more..."

After counting here, Achingo's hole shrank, his whole body became weak, and he couldn't even hold the expensive copper spear in his hand firmly. A "spring eye" is about 300 to 400 people. The three or four thousand strong men of the Shenshui Department stand together, which is exactly the area of ​​nine to ten springs. And the Mexica Legion that appeared in front of them had at least four or five thousand people, which already exceeded the sum of the young and old tribes!

"Respectable Rain God! Please send down heavy rain and save your descendants!..."

Archingo raised his head to pray, feeling hopeless in his heart. The Shenshui Department occupies this closed and fertile valley, and the tribe has multiplied for generations. The leader claims to be a descendant of God, and it has lasted for more than ten generations.

Today, the entire Shenshui tribe has a population of more than 10,000, and it is the most powerful tribe in the entire Tehuacan Valley! However, at this time, facing the soldiers of the Mexica Legion, the so-called strength in the valley was exposed to the mouth of the Mexican pit viper like the menacing cry of the marsupial frog in the rainforest.

"Quick...too fast! The Mexica went south in July, and it's only the beginning of September, and they've reached here! Damn it! Those cowardly warriors in Shenshi City are really... really rain gods using women's urine made!"

Archingo was startled and angry, cursing under his breath, anger mixed with regret. The ferocious Mexica invaded the south, defeated the warriors of Shenshi City, and captured the temple in the cloud... He had heard the news more than ten days ago, and he had been worried all the time.

However, seeing that the autumn harvest is coming soon, the tribe is reluctant to part with the corn that is about to be harvested, and also reluctant to part with this lush valley. In addition, it is fifty miles away from Shenshi City, the mountain road is steep, and the location is hidden, easy to defend but difficult to attack. There are three thousand strong men in the tribe, and they are not afraid of the harassment of a small group of enemies... It is only a little bit of luck that he did not abandon a large amount of supplies and migrate south in a hurry like many tribes.

"Andy Wei, what is this God's Blessing Tribe, Tehuacan Shenshui Department?"

"Yes, respected General Black Wolf. This is the most powerful tribe in the south of the Tehuacan Valley, the Shenshui Department. There are more than 10,000 tribesmen in the Shenshui Department, nearly 4,000 strong, firmly occupying this rich land. Valley. According to legend, there is a divine spring in the center of the valley. It is the tears of the rain god. It was caught by a giant snake in the ground, and water came out continuously..."

"Sacred Spring in the Mountain? Tears of the Rain God?"

Black Wolf Toltek's eyes flickered, thoughtful. After conquering the valley, you can take a share of spring water and return it to your highness and princess. Carrying a large flag on his back, he climbed up the hill of the mountain pass, and saw several simple wooden camps and a circle of fences that barely closed the mountain pass, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Red Monkey, look at this circle of fences, it's not as good as your wilderness!"

The red monkey Ozuoma narrowed his eyes and looked carefully for a moment. He looked at the rough fence, then at the tribal warriors stationed, and let out a sneer.

"Boss Black Wolf, these tribes in the southern forest, although they are large in number and rich, they don't know how to fight at all!"

"Look, their soldiers are all huddled together, they didn't divide into teams, they didn't divide their bows and arrows and throw spears, and they didn't have the order of a pack of wolves. Some of their expressions were panicked, some were angry, but they didn't have the viciousness of a slaughter. And indifference. The weapons in their hands are held too tightly, shouting and cursing in their mouths, wasting their physical strength in vain, and obviously have never experienced large-scale battles... Such a large tribe, if they are placed on the wasteland, they will not survive Two autumns can feed five tribes!"

Speaking of this, the red monkey Ozuoma grinned. The food here is full, but the real food is full. In the barren and hungry northern wasteland, only tribes as ferocious as beasts can survive.

"Haha! Red Monkey, you're right, you're good at learning!"

Hearing this, Hei Lang quite agrees. He has been fighting for many years, and he has a rough idea of ​​whether an army can fight, as long as he looks at it for a while. However, this is a kind of experience and intuition that has been practiced for a long time. If he really wants to talk about it, he can't explain it clearly.

"Toltek, you have a wolf-like fighting instinct. If one day, you can summarize this instinct and write it into an inheritance, you will be the real handsome talent of the kingdom! And this is why I urge you to learn! "

Thinking of His Highness' instructions, Hei Lang's eyes flickered. He longed for it for a moment, and then heaved a long sigh. Writing is really too difficult to learn, and it is easier to lead troops to fight.

"Boss, I, Red Frog, don't know how to do these things. I can only take the lead in charging! And let me take five hundred tribe warriors as the vanguard to attack the camp for you!"

The red frog Keka opened his eyes wide and glared at the eloquent red monkey. Then, he patted his chest hard, and with a "dang", he pulled out the hatchet from his waist.

"Two quarters of an hour, if I can't rush into this village, I will come to see you!"

"Haha! Red Frog, it's still your temper, it suits my appetite!"

Hei Lang laughed heartily, staring at the thousands of enemies in front of him as nothing. Then, he shook his head again, rejecting Red Frog's request. At this moment, in the vast Tehuacan Valley, the Guaquili Army is setting fire everywhere, dispersing looting, and searching for food. The strength of each battalion is very limited.

In this adventure going south, he only has more than 6,000 people in his hands. Among them, 2,000 were elite legionnaires, more than 1,000 were soldiers from Tlaxcala, and there were 3,000 Misteke young men who were engulfed along the way. And two days ago, out of the 2,000 legion warriors, another 1,000 were assigned to guard the rear of the army and guard against the surprise attack of Shenshi City.

"The terrain in the south is undulating, and the mountain roads are difficult. Unlike the northern plateau, which is unimpeded and suitable for raids. If the road is cut off... the risk is a bit high, and we still have to divide our troops to stay behind. Now the entire army can be suppressed by a thousand elite troops. Unbreakable!"

Thinking of this, Hei Lang raised his hand and pointed to the wall of the village.

"Attacking the camp with arrows and spears, casualties are inevitable. Such unnecessary casualties don't have to be borne by legion warriors... Andy Wei, you said that the Ministry of Shenshui in the south and the north of the valley The ministries are not closely related?"

"Yes, respected general. The Shenshui Department occupies the Shenshui Valley and is separated from other departments. The leaders of the past dynasties controlled the Shenquan and claimed to be descendants of the gods. Relying on the strength of the tribe, they often asked for tribute from the surrounding small tribes... "

Priest Andyvi bowed his head respectfully, and described in detail the relationship between the various ministries of Tehuacan.

The power of the Mixtec Alliance is dispersed and split up to now. Not only are the highlands, lowlands, and coasts divided into three branches, but the interior of each branch is also divided into city-states. And within each city-state, there are many independent large tribes, often not subordinate to each other. All in all, the Ministries of Mixtec, although they are called alliances, are in a state of disunity. Just relying on the common rain **** belief, similar cloudification, and intermarriage with generations of **** descendants, as the link between the various ministries~lightnovelpub.net~So, let the eight hundred gods who surrendered, and the two thousand warriors who were arrested All the ministries are young and strong, and there will be no obstacles from the hearts of the people to attack the Shenshui Department! And once their hands are covered with blood, the faith in their hearts will slowly disintegrate, and the black snake bound by the rain **** will be released... From then on, they will have no room to turn back, just like me. "

Andy Wei lowered his head, respectfully, and his tone was the gentleness unique to Mixtec priests. However. What he said, like a viper in the rainforest, made the red monkey Ozuoma's eyelids twitch and his heart shuddered.

"Haha, very good! Andy Wei, under the guidance of His Highness, the glory of the Lord God will eventually cover the land of Zavi! And your choice today will make you proud in the future!"

Black Wolf nodded in satisfaction. He took a deep look at the surrendered noble priest, like a coyote staring at the black snake. Then, General Heilang's eyes sharpened, he pulled out his big bronze sword, pointed at the camp,

"Beat the drums, raise the flag, and pass down the military order! Let the Mixtec Battalion on the left wing go to battle!... Tell Woodpecker Rich to capture the Shinsui Ministry, and give him all the wealth, men and women. His battalion! And if we can’t take it down, I’ll take his bird’s head!”