The mighty night wind rose from the bonfire and merged into the vast dark sky. It flew northwest, past the Mexica camp where people were singing all night long, and traveled through the silent hundreds of miles of wilderness until it reached the cold and chilling lake plains.
The night is deep and getting brighter. Deserted villages are scattered on the fields. A few torches flicker dimly in the villages, and then slowly extinguish in the night wind. And the distant skyline finally appears again in the distance.
The dim light outlines the shadow of a majestic city.
Chihuaco, an old militiaman, was holding a spear and standing in front of an abandoned big house. He looked at the twilight sky absently for a while, then silently looked at the royal capital in the sky, sighed thoughtfully, and turned around
Entered the house.
In the spacious house, there were more than a dozen warriors from the militia lying scattered around. Wezti was wearing a turban, sitting in the corner with his legs crossed, and nodded to his uncle with a low expression. Chihuaco said "hmm" and looked
Look around. The other old brothers are all there. They are yawning, lowering their heads to adjust their leather armor, and then carrying their spears and daggers beside them.
"Quick! It's almost dawn! Brothers, get up quickly! We'll leave when we can see our feet clearly!"
The old militiaman said hello loudly and walked quickly to the center of the big room. Everyone got up and started busy. Only the captain Puap still closed his eyes tightly, as if sleeping like a turkey. Chihuaco lowered his head and saw the head of the samurai old man.
There was sweat on his face, and he was humming and talking in his sleep. He looked like a stupid owl that couldn't wake up.
The old militiaman curled his lips and reached out to pat Puap's face. The warrior master shuddered, turned over suddenly, and shrank into a hedgehog again.
"Master, master! We are leaving! Wake up, wake up quickly!"
Hearing the sound, Puap shook his head in confusion. He raised his arms in his sleep, blocked his ears with his shoulders, and continued to huddle up.
Seeing this, Chihuaco's face darkened and he frowned.
Yesterday, the Mexicans chased them all the way, and the few teams that fell behind were completely killed. The screams behind them continued all the way. Fortunately, everyone was from the militia. They were used to walking in the countryside and ran very fast.
After running away like a hare for half the night, I left the Mexicans far behind. When it was completely dark, the torches in everyone's hands burned out, and they could not see the road under their feet at all, they finally arrived in a deserted village.
Stop and rest.
After running all the way, the brothers were so tired that they fell into a deep sleep as soon as they lay down. Only the samurai master sighed, and spent the whole night in a daze, muttering about kings and chiefs. He was not as smart and capable as usual, and he didn't know when to sleep.
With...
The old militiaman glanced around and saw that the brothers had already packed up. He finally stopped waiting, raised his right hand, slapped the warrior captain hard, and then shouted loudly.
"Sir, the Jaguar warrior is catching up!"
"What? Jaguar?! Go, go!"
Puap suddenly woke up from his dream. He stood up from the ground like a rabbit and groped around in panic, looking for personal weapons. The old militiaman forced a smile, stretched out his hand and shook the warrior master's arm, and said respectfully.
"Sir, it's almost dawn, and the Mexicans are right behind us. Let's leave quickly!"
Puap looked around and saw a dozen well-equipped militia warriors, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand and was about to slap Chihuaco. But the old militiaman took a step back and looked at him with a smile in his eyes.
Looking at him, he held a sharp spear in his hand. Puap paused with his big hand in the air, turned his head and looked around, his pupils shrank slightly, then he put on a smile and patted the old militiaman on the shoulder affectionately.
"Okay, okay! Old man Qi, thank you and the brothers for this journey! When I return to the capital, I will personally thank you in front of the chief!"
Chihuaco nodded respectfully and said nothing with a smile. He looked at the surrounding militiamen and shouted sharply.
"You bunch of idiots, why don't you come and help me wear armor!"
Under the leadership of several old brothers, the surrounding militiamen came as ordered and helped Puap put on leather armor. The warrior captain looked around and saw that most of the trusted warriors were separated at night, and the rest were militiamen who had formed groups...
He was stunned, then smiled and nodded to everyone, wisely remaining silent.
The sky gradually became brighter, and the remnant soldiers also packed up their equipment. Everyone gathered from the surrounding houses, and there were actually fifty or sixty people.
The old militiamen took a closer look, and found that half of them were remnants of unknown units, and their armor was also badly damaged. After thinking about it, Chihuaco divided a few of his subordinates, divided the remnants into groups, and roughly controlled them.
In his hand. Soon, as soon as it got light, the old militia asked Puap to raise the captain's flag and led everyone on the road quickly.
Outside the village, senior scout Nekali was leading a few top soldiers, making a fire in the field to cook and take a break. He was the most elite scout. He had no shortage of meat on weekdays and could also rely on the moonlight to identify the road. After the battle, Mo
The Sika warriors pursued and killed them all night long, and the reinforcements from the royal capital were dispersed one after another, and most of them were captured like turkeys. Necali stayed up all night and attacked all the way here.
The bonfire slowly softened the corn tortillas mixed with water, and also evaporated the smell of blood on the leather armor. Necali wiped his hands on the long grass, leaving a dark red blood stain. Then, he picked up the warm
I devoured the corn tortillas and had them in my stomach in just a few bites.
Necali exhaled contentedly, bowed his head and licked the dewdrops on the grass in the morning, and stood up quietly on the grass. In the dim morning light, he looked around like a beast, looking for the next target. Soon
, the senior scout's eyes narrowed, and the excitement before hunting appeared on his face again.
"Quick, eat quickly! There is a group of remnant soldiers outside the village in the northwest, let's go and eat them!"
Hearing this, several scouts looked northwest together. One scout swallowed his food, looked at his palms, and asked hesitantly.
"Head, there are warriors with two palms and one palm there, but we only have one palm. I'm afraid we can't beat them, right?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "No! These Tarasco troops are just hares running away in a hurry, and we are the cheetahs of Mexico! As long as we make a surprise attack, the hares will fight
Just like last night, I ran away shouting and letting the cheetahs prey!"
As he spoke, Nekali squinted his eyes and looked carefully. After a moment, anger rose from his heart. He saw a familiar figure wearing a rare turban and carrying a common spear... Yuri
The battle in Lake Leah came to his mind again.
"Damn it, that cunning black fish and those cunning hares are still alive! Stop making noise and come with me!"
Necali suddenly pulled out his war stick and rushed towards the enemy in the distance first. The scouts were stunned, so they had no choice but to take out their weapons, chase the captain, and launch an attack together.
"Ah! Mexica! The Jaguar warriors are catching up!"
Dark green uniforms suddenly appeared on the field, catching the eyes of the remaining Tarasco soldiers. The scout warriors ran quickly and let out terrifying howls. There was still a mile between the two sides, and the Tarasco militiamen
Already in chaos, more than twenty of the dispersed militiamen turned around and fled, while the rest were on the verge of disintegration.
"Old man Qi, the Jaguar warrior is here! Come on, let's go quickly!"
The remnant soldiers were in panic, and Puap's expression also became panicked. He grabbed the old militiaman's arm and urged him urgently.
Chihuaco felt uneasy in his heart, but his face remained calm. He stood on tiptoes, tried his best to look into the distance, and clasped his fingers in his hands.
"Impossible, how can Mexicans run faster than rabbits! Three Gods, there are simply more enemies than wolves! There are one, two, three, four, five... five of them... Huh?!
"
The old militiaman was stunned, and he quickly snapped his fingers again. Then he straightened his back suddenly, pushed aside the panicked Puap, and shouted loudly to his brothers.
"You idiots, don't panic! The enemy only has one hand, not a jaguar warrior! We can defeat him! Quickly, form a formation, form a spear formation. Just like on the lake, just like the mouth of the river, form a formation and stab them to death!"
While talking, the old militiaman turned his spear and used the blunt spear shaft to beat the chaotic old subordinates head and face. Weziti also brought six old brothers to help with punches and kicks. Soon, more than twenty people
The Tarasco militiamen equipped by the warriors formed a hasty spear formation, with dozens of spear tips flashing with cold light, and faced the Mexica warriors who rushed towards them.
Seeing the enemies in formation, Nekali was stunned. He gritted his teeth and flexibly moved around to both sides, continuing to howl intimidatingly. Several other scouts also quickly arrived and began to surround him.
The spear formation circled, swinging out battle sticks from time to time.
Puap stood dumbly behind the gun formation, and only then did he react. He looked at the end of the field, and no enemy appeared. He felt ashamed, and his face turned green and red. The brave gray earth warrior looked at the man who was commanding the gun formation.
The old militiaman suddenly let out a roar and killed directly towards the leader Necali.
On the other side, the old militiamen watched for a moment in the formation and then shouted sharply.
"Left front, progress, poke!"
Nearly ten militiamen all moved to the left, thrust out their spears, and stabbed a scout to the ground with random spears. The loose formation of spears was slightly scattered. The remaining three elite scouts did not hesitate, and immediately rushed in from the gap, slashing their hands.
Just knock down five or six militiamen.
"Brothers, look for it, let's poke together!"
Chihuaco continued to shout, took the lead in thrusting his spear, and stabbed one of the scouts in the thigh. The other scout immediately lost his balance, cried out in pain, and fell to the ground bleeding. The other six brothers were also experienced in battles, and under the militia's support
Under cover, he stabbed accurately. After only two back and forth, the other two scouts were knocked to the ground.
"Gather around and help the samurai master!"
Chihuaco shouted again, and the remaining dozen militiamen waved their spears and surrounded Necali, who had already gained the upper hand.
"Cowardly samurai! Damn hares!"
Necali waved his war stick and roared angrily. Under the command of Chihuaco, the Tarasco militiamen gradually joined the battlefield. Puap took advantage of the situation and took a step back, gasping for air and wiping the sweat from his forehead.
The number of shining spears increased rapidly, gradually surrounding Necali. The senior warrior moved quickly, trying his best to wave the shield and war club in his hands to block the militiamen's thrusts, but the space for dodge became smaller and smaller. Finally, he despaired
The tiger roared, looked in the direction of Chihuaco, and threw the copper ax in his hand with all his strength. However, the opponent flexibly shrank his head and raised his shield, blocking it steadily like a turtle.
The battle lasted only a moment, and Nekali was tightly surrounded by more than a dozen bronze spears. The hunter turned into the prey in a blink of an eye, and death suddenly came before his eyes. The senior scout bit his lip angrily and shouted unwillingly.
"Damn turtle! I am a military noble of Mexico, and I am a direct warrior of the royal family! I want to have a sacred and honorable duel with your leader!"
"Stop! Stop! Stay alive!"
Hearing Necali's cry, Chihuaco was startled, and quickly raised his hands, and the militiamen stopped all together. The sharp bronze spear tip was chilling, and it was firmly pressed against the vital part of the senior scout, causing him to lose even one
I can't even turn around.
"What did you say? You, a military noble? Have you seen the Marshal of Mexico?"
Chihuaco, an old militiaman, took two steps closer, using a dialect similar to that of the eastern mountainous people and the Mexica people, and laboriously gestured to Necali.
"Of course! I am a direct warrior of the royal family and have served the king for generations! I am the most outstanding scout, and His Highness, who is good at fighting, often meets me in person to listen to information on the battlefield! Old warrior, are you their leader? I want to talk to you
Let’s fight!”
Necali glanced at the old militiaman and replied directly in fluent Tarasco Royal Capital.
"Okay! Mumu, except for his weapons, tie him up first!"
The old militiaman smiled and nodded, turning a deaf ear to Necali's request, and directly shouted for orders. Vezziti immediately obeyed the order and took action. He first hit the opponent's arm with a spear pole, then took away the shield and war club, and finally took the senior
The scout lay down on the ground and tied his hands behind his back like a wild deer.
"Damn Heiyu, how dare you tie up your family... uh... uh... ugh!"
Being beaten by turbaned militiamen again, Necali's eyes were filled with rage. He struggled hard and cursed angrily, and then a piece of gray cloth came into his mouth, with a choking smell of sweat.
Chihuaco stood aside and thought for a moment, but felt that something was wrong. So he scratched his head and walked directly to Puap.
"Sir, if the king dies, what will happen behind the capital?"
Chihuaco approached Puap and asked respectfully.
Hearing this question, Puap looked sad. He glanced at the old militiaman and answered in a low voice.
"The inherited cocoa tree fell suddenly, and the hummingbirds struggled feebly in the wind... The kingdom has no reinforcements, the capital is dispersed, and it cannot be defended for long. No matter how the chief maintains it, in a few months at most, the majestic capital will be
It will be captured by the Mexica."
"And once the Mexica troops come to the city, those shameless nobles and incompetent priests will secretly scramble to send envoys. They will sell the capital to the Mexica His Highness in exchange for conditions to protect themselves!"
Hearing this, Chihuaco exclaimed with admiration.
"Master is wise! When the fox digs out the burrow, the rabbit will run around. The slower ones will become the fox's food. The black bear digs down the big tree, and the monkey will run around. Who will care about the fruits on the tree?
?They all became food for black bears.”
As he spoke, the old militiaman was thoughtful. His eyes became deep, his voice gradually became deeper, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.
"Sir, the king is dead, the army is defeated, and the kingdom's road is coming to an end! This war will soon determine the winner. It is a king's war, a noble's war, a priest's war, but it is not
Our war! It will destroy everything the king has, but it is our opportunity!"
Hearing this, Puap looked in surprise. Chihuaco paused and pointed to the barren fields, where weeds were growing lushly.
"Look, Master! The cocoa tree has fallen, the corn stalks have fallen, and the weeds have grown taller and taller, and they all look like small trees! Master, do you want to fall down, or do you want to grow into a small tree?"
?”
Puap's expression changed, but there was no such violent reaction as last time. The seeds he planted had already sprouted in his heart. He once again looked at the spear held tightly by Chihuaco, and then glanced at the few people surrounding him.
The militiaman asked cautiously in a low voice.
"Lao Qi, what do you mean?"
"In the face of danger, the rabbit has to run faster than others, but the black bear only needs fruit... Master, there is a suitable candidate in front of you!"
"Ah, this... runs fast and offers fruit? A suitable candidate?..."
Hearing this, Puap's eyes flashed. He turned his head and looked at Necali who was tightly bound.
"You mean...that's true...but...the family has been passed down from generation to generation, and the chief treats me very well!"
"Sir, your family has been loyal for generations and cannot be cut off here! His Highness Mexica has always been clear about rewards and punishments, and prefers civilian warriors. With your talents, if you can make great achievements, you will definitely obtain a high position... And if you can obtain a high position
, only then will we have the opportunity to take care of the chief family in the destined future!...No matter what, it is better than letting the nobles and priests run ahead..."
After Chihuaco finished speaking, the two of them fell into silence. The long wind blew through the grass, making a rustling sound and bringing the breath of spring grass. After a while, Puap sighed.
"Well...Oh! It's true. The chief treats me well. I always have to find opportunities to take care of the chief's family..."
The old militiaman nodded calmly and asked in a low voice.
"Master, that's exactly what it is!...Then, should I go and talk to him?"
Puap was silent again. He lowered his head and thought for a while before speaking quietly.
"...Hmm. When I return to the capital this time, I will try to guard the south gate... There will be the sound of the night owl at night... Forget it, things that are too troublesome are always easy to get wrong. This is my talisman
..."
Chihuaco listened carefully, and suddenly felt a cold feeling in his left hand. He raised his eyes and saw that there was an extra jade talisman.
"...The master is wise!"
A sincere smile appeared on the old militiaman's face again. He bowed respectfully, grasped the spear and jade talisman in his hand, and strode up to Necali.
Necali was tied to the ground, shouting "wuwu". He looked at the old militiaman's approaching spear and the ferocious smile on his face. His struggle became more intense and his shouting was hysterical.
The old militiaman stood firmly, smiled and poked the pattern on Nekali's uniform, then used the tip of his spear to count the patterns of military exploits on it, and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he stared indifferently for a moment, until
Cali's head was covered with beads of sweat, and he waved his hand to let the detained militiamen disperse. Then, Chihuaco lowered his head to the senior scout's ear and whispered a few words.
Necali's shouting suddenly stopped. His eyes widened in disbelief and he looked at the old warrior in front of him. Chihuaco smiled, pulled the gray cloth out of Necali's mouth, and tied the ropes around his hands and feet.
Untie.
"You?...You!...Damn it! You just said that, but do you really mean it?"
The senior scout shouted several times excitedly, then quickly calmed down and asked in a lowered voice.
"Of course! Since they are just weeds, we must find a way to survive... His Highness treats the people of the Lake District much better than these nobles... If you can hurry up and catch up with this year's spring plowing, there will be fewer deaths in the Lake District.
People..."
The old militiaman was also a little excited, but he quickly lowered his eyes and sighed deeply. Then, he was silent for a long time, and then he stretched out his hand and shook Necali's hand.
"Here you go, keep it."
"Is this...a talisman?"
"Yes. It's also a token of trust from His Highness."
The two were speechless again. Nekali held the talisman tightly, remained silent, and slowly stood up from the ground. He looked at the few scouts following him, who had turned into cold corpses at this moment. He then looked at the nearby corpses.
Several militiamen below also turned into cold corpses. He looked around again. Under the bright sky, in the vast wilderness, there was only a lonely village. In front of the village, there were more than a dozen gray-headed people.
The militiamen, and myself who was sweating profusely, were captured and released again.
A ridiculous smile appeared on the senior scout's face. He glanced at the brooding Chihuaco and then at the wooden Wezziti. There were thousands of emotions surging in his chest, but he only said a brief greeting.
"Goodbye, Prepecha people."
"Goodbye, Mexica... Goodbye, the sooner the better!"
Necali nodded, and the words of greeting dissipated in the wind. The sun rose into the sky, and the two groups turned away. They ran towards the end in each other's minds, and at the same time, they were waiting for a new starting point.
