"You stupid turkeys can get hurt even if you attack such a small settlement!"
In front of Xiulote, Jaguar Orosh was furious, roaring angrily at several warriors who were bruised by spears and short arrows.
"Idiot! Why don't you treat the wound quickly, apply healing yucca juice on it, and apply ink tree leaves to stop bleeding? If you are chosen by Shulotel, the god of death, you will die in the rain forest when you return.
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Hearing this, the injured warriors lowered their heads and quickly took out the small sisal bags they had prepared. They took out these natural medicines and treated each other's wounds with very skillful movements.
As a classical military society that fought for half a century, the Aztec city-states already had a set of effective methods to deal with injuries. Yucca and ink tree are two effective antibacterial plants, or natural herbs.
"And you, why are you tying up these old men and children? Are you carrying them through the rainforest for more than ten days? Let me go. Let me let the old men, the children, and the thin women go! This way, we can come and arrest them at the next big festival.
To people."
"Captain Orosh, there is a hunter with an injured leg here."
"Um?"
Hearing this, Orosh glanced at the tribal hunter on the ground, and Shulot finally regained some of his attention and looked at the hunter.
The hunter was about thirty years old and had a weather-beaten face. He lowered his eyes slightly, his left leg was twisted in an abnormal posture, and beside his right leg were scattered spears and single bows. His whole body was curled up and silent
Huh, leaning against the tribe's fire pit, he seemed to have lost his strength.
Jaguar Orosh came closer and kicked the spear away from the ground. Then he looked at the opponent's slightly curled hands and calluses, his pupils shrank slightly, and he touched the obsidian stick with his right hand.
"We can't keep this! Marli, you were shot by the hunters just now. This hunter will be left to you!"
"Okay, Captain."
A young warrior with leaves on his right shoulder walked over with a long stick in his hand, a cruel smile on his face. Without hesitation and with a fierce expression, he swung the long stick at the hunter on the ground.
However, at the moment when the long stick was swung, the hunter's right leg kicked off suddenly, jumping up from the ground like a hound! Immediately, the hunter's right arm stretched out, and at some point, a bone arrow appeared in his right hand, which was inserted straight into the direction.
Marley's neck.
"ah!"
Marley leaned back in horror, and the long stick in his right hand suddenly flew into the air.
Just as the sharp arrow was about to pierce into the neck, an obsidian war stick arrived first. The stick struck the hunter's arm first, and the arm immediately twisted away from the target, and then the tip of the stick suddenly moved forward.
He hit the hunter on the chin. Then, there was a cracking sound of bone cracking!
Shulot then saw the hunter's eyes widen suddenly, with a familiar look of hatred. The long stick broke the hunter's cervical vertebra, the hunter's head tilted, and then his body fell weakly to the dirt ground, making no sound anymore.
Marly came back to his senses, feeling frightened for a while. He angrily swung the hunter's body on the ground, which was like an old rag doll, swinging along the stone stick, and his flesh and blood were blurred.
"Father!"
Shulot heard a suppressed cry. He heard the sound and went away, and saw a twitching young body among the children not far away. A little girl of eleven or twelve years old was crying on the ground.
Look at the hunter on the ground.
"Marley, stop it!"
Shulot had been experiencing ups and downs of emotions, and finally couldn't help but speak.
"He's already dead. What's the glory in torturing a corpse?"
Marly turned around suddenly and glared at Shulot, with a wolf-like bloodthirsty light in his eyes. He didn't know who this young and noble warrior was, he only knew that he couldn't be beaten at all.
"Stop it, you stupid turkey!"
Seeing this, Olosh frowned.
"Be more alert next time. Go and do something serious and tie the young captives together."
After hearing the captain's words, Marly stopped. He glared at Shulot hatefully, turned around and left.
"Xulot, my student, how was the hunting today?"
Orosh strode closer and patted the boy's shoulder affectionately.
"Xulot, he killed a would-be warrior today, and his shield-thrusting action was great."
Tels smiled naively and stepped forward to answer.
"good!"
Orosh finally smiled and nodded.
"Tels, go and count the prisoners. I've prepared the two over there for you. Shulot, what are you doing?"
Shulot knelt down, looked into the godless eyes for a while, and then slowly closed the hunter's eyes. The crying not far away seemed to be louder.
Orosh looked at Shulot's movements, raised his eyebrows, and sighed slightly.
"Okay, he is a respectable warrior. Shulot, don't waste your time on dead enemies!"
Shulot nodded silently, not sure whether it was because of what Orosh said, or not at all.
"Captain, I have counted, and the qualified prisoners have two palms of one hand, which is still one palm short of one."
Teres ran back excitedly to report.
"5 times 10 minus 5, that's 45." Shulot calculated silently in his mind.
This tribe, which only numbered over a hundred people at most, lost 45 young men and women in one breath, plus a few who died in battle, it was almost completely destroyed.
How long can the remaining fifty old, weak, sick and disabled survive in this ferocious jungle? Even if they delay for a while, they will regain their strength after more than ten years, and they will be targeted by the prisoner team again, and continue this bloody murder.
cycle.
"In this era of cruel fighting, what can I do?"
Shulot looked at the burning settlement and thought silently. He didn't have the answer yet, but he would look for it.
"Okay! There are about two or three prisoners per person. We can prepare to return."
Olosh pinched his fingers and calculated, then shouted loudly
"Praise the God of War, the battle is over! Now, you can go and have some fun on your own. But you turkeys, please remember: no one of the sacrifices you can bring back is killed!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The warriors agreed with a bang, neatly took off the shields on their left hands, and inserted the long obsidian sticks behind their backs. They picked and fumbled, then happily picked up a female prisoner and walked into the darkness.
of woods.
Shulot suddenly noticed Marley. With a ferocious smile on his face, he walked directly towards the crying girl.
"Marley, what are you going to do!"
Seeing such a young and helpless girl, and thinking of the fate she faced, Shulot became truly angry. The young man rushed forward, raised his shield powerfully, and blocked Marli.
"She is only eleven or twelve years old, just a child!"
"Ha! So what? That old hyena just now almost stabbed me to death with an arrow!"
Marley smiled disdainfully and roared angrily.
"I want to get it back from his daughter!"
"Asshole, if you are really capable, you should find a strong warrior to take action!"
Shulot stared and cursed angrily.
"You are just a coward! A coward who attacks children!"
"What did you say!"
Hearing these words, Marli's eyes suddenly turned red and he reached for the war stick behind his back. In the Mexican society that advocates warriors, cowards are the most despicable existence.
"Don't draw weapons against your own people!"
At this moment, a roar suddenly came. The "Jaguar" rushed over like a ferocious beast. He held Shulot down with his left hand and pulled hard with his right hand. Marli suddenly stepped back and was almost thrown away.
"Xulot, what's wrong with you?"
Orosh separated the two of them and looked at Shulot dissatisfied, with worry hidden in his eyes.
"Marley, he's going to do something to that girl!"
"That girl is the hyena's..."
"you shut up!"
Hearing this, Orosh turned his head and shouted, the anger on his face more obvious than ever.
"Marli, no matter what you want to do, you are not allowed to do anything to your own people!"
"Xulot is a warrior and is about to become a distinguished war priest! War priests are sacred in the army. You must respect his will, let alone such an insignificant thing! Go and apologize to him."
"But, he is only twelve years old, and he can't fight..."
"Apologise, Marley!"
"I'm sorry, Hulot, I was wrong." Marley lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. He apologized word by word, then took a sharp look at the girl hiding in the corner, then turned and left.
.In the alliance's legion, although bravery is particularly valued, the level of the warrior is equally important. Facing the senior Jaguar warrior, he can only give in respectfully.
Orosh looked at Marley with an angry look on his face. Then he turned around, glanced at Shulot, and smiled slightly.
"That's right, Shulot. Dare to fight against warriors stronger than yourself, which is the path of a warrior. These warriors are all unruly wolves. Only when you grow stronger than everyone can you become a jaguar who rules them.
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Then, Orosh glanced at the girl huddled in the corner again, frowning slightly.
"This girl is too young and too thin. The journey is too far to bring her back to the city. If you want to do something, do it here!"
After listening, Xiuluo nodded and stepped forward. The girl shrank back in fear.
The boy just took out the cotton cloth from his pocket and wiped the tears and dust from the girl's face, but he saw an unexpectedly beautiful little face.
He was slightly surprised, then took off the dry food bag from his waist and stuffed it into the girl's hand. The tentacles were cold. After thinking about it, he took off his waistcoat and put it on the girl's body.
"Leave here! Go as far north as possible, and don't come back."
The beautiful girl forgot to cry. She looked at Shulot in a daze, looking at the north he pointed to, wondering if she understood.
The boy nodded, smiled gently at the girl, and rubbed her little head, like a cowering hamster.
"Thank you, teacher!"
Shulot turned around and looked back, but saw no one. Orosh had already left. The other children didn't know when to hide away.
The softness of his previous life emerged in the young man's heart. He took off the obsidian dagger from his waist and placed it on the ground. On the dagger, there was also his name carved by himself. The young man took one last look at the girl before turning around and leaving silently.
"May I hide all my softness here. Then, really face the world! Everything can be changed, I am, and so is the world."
Shulot sighed slightly. Then, he straightened his spine and showed determination, as if he had experienced some kind of baptism. He strode forward. But behind him, the girl's cry came again.
This time, the young man did not look back. Like a newborn tiger cub, he walked towards the forests of Central America, facing the bloody future destined to fight!
