The setting sun shines on the vast forest sea, and the clouds are dyed with red clouds and rise like waves. The sky is as clean as a flat lake, and only a wisp of smoke rises.
Under the smoke is a simple settlement, scattered with huts made of branches and long grass. Dozens of tribal people wearing only leather skirts gathered in the middle of the fire pit. They made fire to cook, laughed and played, and the air drifted.
Come to the aroma of corn, wild vegetables and unknown animal meat.
The twelve-year-old Shulot stood in the depths of the woods. The young man looked at the settlement in the distance in silence, thinking silently. He knew what would happen next.
He has a handsome face, black hair, black eyes, yellow skin, and a clean little face. He wears a conical pointed hat on his head and a dark green waistcoat that can cover his whole body. His
There is a piece of brown crotch cloth tied on the lower belly, and the top of the cloth hangs down just to cover the vital parts. On the feet are small moccasin shoes, but they are very different from the tribal people's exquisite dress.
He holds a foot-long obsidian dagger in his right hand, and a small shield tied to his left hand. Although the shield is small, it is enough to cover his small body. The most eye-catching thing is a string of special obsidian necklaces that have been hanging from him.
The neck hangs down to the chest, which is obviously an important status symbol.
Young Shulot looked in front of him, and saw a group of fierce and strong warriors vaguely visible in the shadow of the trees.
The warriors wore green leather armor, outlining strong lines. The cuffs and trousers were dyed red, and they wore the same crotch cloth and pointed leather hat. Most of them were barefoot, with a rope tied around their waists, and a half-meter long left hand
The shield was made of leather and had horrific patterns carved on it. In his right hand, he held an obsidian stick over one meter long, with the sharp blades already removed.
At this moment, the warriors hunched over and remained silent, like wild beasts in the jungle, with dangerous and excited lights flashing in their eyes.
Perhaps feeling Shulot's gaze, the two warriors stood up and walked over silently. The leading warrior was in his thirties or forties and was extremely strong. He had red and green stripes on his face and wore a fierce tiger helmet.
Bright feathers hang down from the back of the helmet and rest on a striped yellow leather armor, like a beast walking upright.
This is the elite of the Mexican Alliance, the leader of a 20-man team, a Jaguar noble warrior.
The Jaguar warrior walked up to Shulot and warned him with a serious expression.
"Xulot, we are going to attack soon. This is your first time participating in a battle, so there is no need to follow us in the charge. You stand on the outside and if you see any savages escaping, tell Ters. If you see
If you find a suitable opponent, you can go up and use your shield and knife!"
"Remember! You don't need to take prisoners, don't hold back!"
After saying that, he turned around and gave instructions to the young warrior beside him.
"Tels, you know who Shulot is, follow him! Don't let him face the wrong opponent. If he can handle it, don't interfere. This is his first battle, let him have blood on his hands.
.I will bring you two prisoners."
Finally, the Jaguar warrior nodded to Xiuluo. He grinned, showing his cold teeth, and left quietly again.
Teres, a young warrior, was about twenty years old. He was quite strong and had well-developed muscles. After receiving the task of taking care of the novices, he squatted down beside Shulot in frustration and sighed helplessly.
"Xulot, I will always be by your side. Wait a minute, you can find a lone savage or an old savage to practice your skills..."
"Tels, why do we take the initiative to attack these tribesmen? They don't threaten us."
There was resistance in Shulot's eyes, and the unique memories always lingered in his mind. Even though these memories had begun to blur, the values hundreds of years later still stubbornly survived in his heart. In this cruel world
of the jungle age.
"Uh, why?"
Tels scratched his head and thought of the reason why the team came out.
"Because... the new Tratoani, King Tisoc of Mexica, has just ascended the throne in the lake capital of Tenochtitlan! We need more sacrifices to sacrifice in the coronation ceremony!
"
"Then, why did the Alliance sacrifice so many lives in the sacrificial ceremony?"
"Because...this is the preference of the gods!..."
At this moment, a loud eagle cry suddenly cut through the sky and came loudly. Then, dozens of swift figures rushed out of the dense forest howling.
"Ho! Roar!"
The warriors let out terrifying howls and surrounded the settlement from all sides. A "jaguar" rushed at the front, with stripes on its skin jumping in various colors, and its heavy obsidian long sticks were like dancing lightning.
With one tap, he knocked a young savage unconscious to the ground. Then with a backhand, he hit another man on the waist and abdomen. The other man immediately fell to the ground and rolled in pain. The other warriors also continued to achieve results. Even the tribe
The number of civilians was four to five times that of the warriors, but the battle was a one-sided massacre.
The short spears raised hastily by the tribal warriors were dexterously avoided by the warriors, leaving only shallow marks on the warriors' leather armor. The counterattacks with sticks were so powerful that they felled with one blow.
Several tribal hunters also started shooting. They used simple hunting bows to shoot homemade bone arrows and inserted them into the leather armor of several warriors. This was the last effective resistance. The hunters who shot were quickly attracted to the warriors first.
knock down.
The ensuing battle turned into a one-sided chase and capture. The tribesmen fled in all directions, and the warriors either pursued them or took out ropes and tied up the satisfied prisoners. A senior warrior began to stir up the fire in the fire pit.
Towards the hut. Soon the glow of fire and cries filled the sunset, like a prelude to the dark night.
"Xulot, let's come too!"
The young warrior Ters followed behind and urged in a deep voice. Hulot stared blankly at the firelight of the tribe, watching the figures flickering in front of his eyes, and the cries and laughter seemed far away. At this time, a thin figure appeared
He suddenly rushed from the front, running with violent breathing, and rushed towards Shulot.
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Urgent shouts came from behind. The figure in front obviously also noticed Hulot. Without any hesitation, he raised the sharp wooden spear in his hand and thrust it straight into the Mexica boy in front of him.
The young boy Shulot's eyes were dazzled. He subconsciously raised the shield with his left hand, and the wooden spear slid aside while grazing the thick skin. The movements of two years of forced training have been engraved in his muscles, like clouds and flowing water. Then, he stepped forward
With one step, his right hand moved forward, and the dagger pierced deeply into a soft object. The moist liquid quickly warmed the small palm.
The figure in front immediately paused, and the wooden spear hit the shield again weakly, and then again, and the force quickly became smaller.
Only then did Shulot see the person in front of him clearly. He was an unkempt tribal boy. He was extremely thin. He was obviously malnourished for a long time and had been hungry for a long time. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old. Before he died, he used a pair of hateful eyes to
Eyes, staring closely at yourself.
Soon, the young man's pupils gradually dilated, his body softened, and he slipped from the dagger. He fell weakly in front of Shulot, and his eyes that had lost their luster were still staring at Shulot.
Seeing the unblinking eyes, Shulot seemed to have been hit by something. He staggered back a step, the dagger slipped from his right hand to the ground, and his knees suddenly became weak. At this time, a pair of strong hands stretched out from behind, steadying
Hold the boy's shoulders firmly.
"Haha! Well done!"
Teres nodded and praised with a smile.
"I thrust with my shield in one go, very skillful! It seems that the captain and the captain have trained well!"
"ah..."
The warm liquid flowed down the back of his hand, and then dropped. Shulot trembled slightly, and his eyes were a little absent-minded. Reality tore apart the peaceful past, as if awakening him from a dream that he was intoxicated and unwilling to wake up from. This was his first time
, as a warrior, his hands are stained with blood, and he kills people like grass. But he is only twelve years old in this life, and he has not even grown up.
"Congratulations, Shulot! After being stained with blood, you are now a qualified Mexica warrior! Fighting is the greatest honor and the greatest joy. Of course, sacrifice is too! We can catch some more sacrifices later.
I’m looking forward to this year’s coronation ceremony. When the time comes, those wonderful sacrificial ceremonies will be really exciting!”
The young warrior Tels had a simple smile on his face, and his eyes radiated with joy. In his heart, fighting, killing, capturing prisoners, and sacrificing were the duties and daily routine of the Aztec warriors.
"The Aztecs...blood, sacrifice, and death!..."
Shulot muttered to himself in ecstasy, and countless memories flashed in his mind. In the past twelve years, a child's brain could not bear a mature soul, and he has always been in a true juvenile state. Now, in the past twelve years, he has never been in a state of youth.
Under the stimulation of the past, in the body that grows rapidly, the fragments of memory are reorganized and gathered, and the purified mind will quickly recover. Huge changes are coming, for him and the world!
"Xulot, what are you talking about? Louder, I can't hear you!"
Teres scratched his hair, looked at the still confused young man, and shook his head helplessly.
"Forget it, it's normal for you to be a little dizzy when you are stained with blood for the first time. It was the same for me the first time before. Of course, you are younger... Oh, it seems to be over with the captain, let's hurry up
Go over there."
After saying that, Tels picked up the blood-stained dagger and stuffed it into Xilot's waist. Then, he half-pulled the boy and walked quickly towards the "Jaguar".
Behind them, the body of a young man was lying on the grass, staring blankly at the sky. The sunset gradually faded away, and the darkness immediately swallowed him up, and he was buried by weeds in this wild and ferocious American mountain forest.
