Aztec Immortal - Chapter 185
Chapter 183 Prelude
The warm sunlight shone on the God’s Blessed Legion by the river, illuminating their solemn faces. Made of gold, silver, wood, bone, and stone, all kinds of sun amulets shone on the necks of the warriors, like the constant blessing of the sun god.
Shulot and Natalie prayed together for a few words, and then asked the other party to take the samurai to rest. The young priest carefully looked at the Divine Blessing Legion passing by, and nodded slowly but forcefully.
Next, the last batch of reinforcements that landed by the river were the chaotic chichimaker descendants. Dozens of headmen of the dog tribe shouted loudly, calling for different numbers of tribe warriors, and they gathered into crowds of different sizes. Afterwards, under the guidance of the envoy of General Oselor, the chiefs stepped forward in confusion and saluted His Highness one by one.
With a majestic face, Shulot received the dog-born leader who was loyal to the alliance.
Most of the dog-born headmen only wear simple robes, their faces are weather-beaten, with the traces of the wind and the sun, their skin is brown, red and black, and they are painted with tattoos of different worships. They first held their heads high, loudly introduced the name of the tribe, their heroic achievements, and tried to show their bravery and wildness without fear of death. Afterwards, under His Highness’s questioning, they bowed their heads and replied respectfully, speaking non-sentence Mexica words, and looked at thousands of elite warriors in fear. From time to time, they will show a fleeting greed, longing for sturdy leather armor, longing for a powerful longbow and club, and longing for shining gold and silver ornaments.
The young commander remained calm and observed calmly. These hound-heads display complex qualities. They were in awe of the force of the alliance and forced to join the Mexica army because of their livelihood. But in the bones of the dog descendants, they are full of greed for power and wealth, as well as contempt for life, death and order. In short, the canines are fierce and unruly, fearful of power but not moral.
Shulot pondered for a moment, then waved his hands awe-inspiringly. Thousands of guard warriors waved their sticks and forced all the dog-born warriors to kneel down. The leaders shouted chaotically, but they didn’t hesitate when they knelt down. Immediately, several priests stepped forward, set up a simple altar again, ignited a terrifying blue flame, and raised unpredictable smoke.
Mysterious chants sounded, and the priests danced wildly. The guards cut off the headmen’s hair, and then threw it into the raging holy fire. Amidst the smog, the young priest danced at the end, chanting a simple and strange language, and then announced loudly.
“The Lord God controls everything, and also decides people’s life and death! When the hair of your soul is burned, your life is in the hands of the Lord God. Those who disobey the order will be punished by God, burned with pain, and turned into death Qingyan!”
The accompanying interpreter shouted sharply, conveying the young priest’s will. The heads were terrified, looking at the strange and unknown flames, listening to the curse of the priest of the gods, a thick shadow rose in their hearts. After a while, the chiefs finally broke out in a submissive cry, knelt down and knelt down with their trembling bodies.
“The Great Wizard of the Sun God!”
Hearing the translation, Xiuluo nodded. He beckoned again and asked the priests to use the psilocybin mushrooms they carried with them to prepare holy mushroom water. Then, he ordered the chiefs to drink it expressionlessly.
Looking at the color-changing potions, the dogborn heads trembled. They struggled, and under the persecution of the Mexica warriors, they drank slowly with fear.
But for a moment, the leaders first trembled with their hands and feet, and then danced uncontrollably. They roared and called unknown names, crying and laughing on their faces, the world in front of them was grotesque, as if the eyes of gods were watching them, with an irresistible power! Seeing this frantic scene, the Mexica priests were used to it, and the dog-born warriors were terrified.
The frenzied dancing lasted for two full moments. It wasn’t until they were exhausted that the leaders collapsed limply, their pupils were dilated, and their minds went blank.
Xiulot announced again sharply.
“The Lord God controls everything, and also decides people’s life and death! When the holy potion flows into the lungs, your life is in the hands of the Lord God. Those who disobey the order will be punished by God, rotten to death, and their souls will be swallowed by darkness forever!”
Listening to the translator’s words, the dog-born warriors cried out in fear and completely prostrated themselves on the ground.
“The Great Wizard of Death!”
Shulot once again looked around at the hounds, observing their faces. The latent arrogance finally disappeared and turned into fear from the heart. The young priest nodded. The deterrent effect of these rituals would not last long, but it was enough to last until the siege was over. Only under the dual control of mind and body, can these canines endure cruel casualties and last longer in battle.
Shulot finally waved his hand and let the dog-born warriors take their limp leaders to the wooden castle to rest. Then, he turned around and looked to the southwest at the Estuary Fortress. The siege there is still going on, but the outcome is about to be decided.
Two days later, nine thousand reinforcements boarded the navy’s fleet again and headed for the besieged camp outside the fortress. The mighty reinforcements passed by, attracting the attention of the head of the city. Under the banner of “crocodile”, Ospai stood alone on the watchtower, wearing the commander’s battle robe, his face was much older. He watched the enemy’s reinforcements slowly entering the besieged camp without saying a word, and laughed in a low voice.
“Okay, very good! The scenery here is beautiful, the river is surging, it is a good place for the ‘crocodile’ to belong to the kingdom of God! The glory that has been passed down for hundreds of years will end here. All the honorable nobles and brave warriors will exhaust all of them together. The lives of countless Mexica people have been shed here!”
Behind the “crocodile” nobles, the only remaining family warriors showed their will to die. The aristocrats who were close to each other looked at each other, their thoughts fluttered, and they remained silent.
The setting sun gradually descended, dyeing the sky and the earth into bright red, like an omen of the gods. In the curling smoke, the two Otomi legions stood opposite each other, also silent.
Giova looked complicated. He looked at the fellow warriors who had converted to the Lord God in front of him, and at the familiar figures on the opposite side, scenes from the past came to mind. Once, they fought against the Mexica together and bloodied the mountains and forests. Later, they parted ways, and one side abandoned the other and betrayed them. Now they joined hands again, under the banner of Mexica, and blew before the fortress of Tarasco. Things change without reason, like satirical poetry.
Natalie looked solemn and his face was like a sculpture. He remained calm, and everything in the past is no longer important at this time. After a while, he took two steps forward and performed a greeting.
“Praise the Lord God! Giova of Ottopan, it is a pleasure to meet you again here, to join the holy God and the Lord God to be supreme and omnipotent! He has saved all the lost Otomi people, and we will He fought and died for him!. May his faith spread throughout the world!”
Seeing Natalie’s bright eyes and listening to his pious praise, Giova opened his mouth, but was speechless for a while. After a while, he said the same in a dull voice.
“May the Lord God save all the lost Otomi people, and may His faith spread throughout the world.”
“Then, salute to you, companion of God War. Praise the Lord God!”
“I salute you, Natalie of Hirotepec, praise the Lord God.”
That’s the end of the conversation. The two Otomi legions looked at each other again for a moment before parting ways in the camp. Perhaps due to the influence of the subconscious mind, the garrisons of the two legions were actively separated far away. The two sides no longer communicate, as if separated by a vanished world.
When supper began, chaos erupted among the Chichimaker’s canine warriors like beasts in a cage. Howling and shouting, they fought hand-to-hand with each other, fiercely fighting for the food provided. Among the tribes, food is distributed according to strength. Within the tribe, only the strong can eat, while the weak are doomed to starve.
Soon, the guards rushed over after hearing the sound, but the dog-born fighters had already finished their battle and quickly arranged everything. The loser just sat down with his head bowed, secretly feeling ruthless in his heart, but no one complained to the Mexica. The guards looked at each other for a moment, then they calmly retreated without interfering with the customs of the dog descendants.
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A few hundred steps away, there is a low chant. Led by dozens of war priests, the Blessed Legion prayed before meals. The warriors looked solemn, holding the amulets around their necks, and chanted sincerely.
“Praise be to the Lord God Vitzilopochtli! He has given us food and we will fight for Him!. This battle is to the death!”
The orderly singing of praise gradually became louder, and gradually resounded through the entire camp, flying towards the blood-red setting sun. Hearing the familiar prayer, the Lancers also echoed. Under the leadership of the small group of priests, they also stood up in awe, singing the power and generosity of the gods.
In a pious atmosphere, many Mexica warriors also lowered their heads and put down the food in their hands, praying for the protection and blessing of the God of War, and praying for survival and victory in the war. At this moment, surrounded by the chants of the besieged camp outside the city, it was as if the Kingdom of God had descended.
Shocking chants drifted to the city not far away, and the young militiaman Weiziti was dozing off when he suddenly woke up from his dream. He opened his eyes, looked around nervously with a tired face, and held a spear in his hand. Beside him, the old militiaman Chivaco also struggled to open his old eyes and carefully looked at the situation under the city.
“Old man, what are the Mexica screaming about? These days they shoot arrows and attack the city during the day, and beat gongs and drums at night. They don’t even get a full night’s sleep. Now, they don’t even give them this moment of peace!”
Weitz was relieved to see no sign of the Mexica attacking. He tugged at the turban covering his head and stuffed the corner cotton cloth into his earholes, only then did he feel better.
Chihuaco listened attentively, the Mexica language was very similar to the Prepecha language, and he could vaguely hear something.
“They seem to be singing about a very powerful god called Vizichitli, who will bring them victory in the war!”
Amid the loud prayers, the old militiaman shuddered while listening. He smelled danger again.
Wezti looked at the camp below the city, and suddenly saw thousands of tribal warriors who were naked and howling. He looked at the tattered clothes of the tribal warriors, the disorderly scrambling, and the beast-like shouts, and laughed.
“Old man, look quickly! Who are these people? Worse than the poorest family in the village!”
The old militiaman heard the sound, looked at the “beasts” carefully for a moment, and shook his head solemnly.
“This is a barbarian who is not afraid of death.”
Wezti nodded half-understood. Before joining the war, he had never been more than fifty miles away from the village, and he had no impression of the dog-born in the north. Then, he searched for the core of the loudest singing, which was the samurai army that had just arrived today.
“Uncle, look! Who are these people? Everyone wears something shiny around their necks.”
The old militiaman then looked at the Divine Blessing Legion who was chanting loudly, and after watching it for a while, he shuddered again.
“This is the master who is not afraid of death!”
Having said that, the old militiaman looked pale. He continued to stare for a moment, then stamped his feet violently, making up his mind.
“No, stupid wood, this city can’t be defended anymore! We can’t wait any longer! I’ll go to the samurai master who fought so hard to defend the city last time, and I have to find a way out!”
Having said that, the old militiaman dropped the spear in his hand, looked at the other militiamen who were still watching blankly, and slipped down the city wall without stopping. At the end of the last defense of the city, he performed well and was praised by several samurai masters. He vaguely remembered the residence of a young gentleman, so he lowered his head and ventured there quietly.
On the second day after the reinforcements arrived at the camp, Shulot sent several captured Tarasco nobles to the fortress at the mouth of the river to persuade the defenders at the top of the city to surrender.
“Whoever opens the gate. Receives a reward!. Those who lead the army to surrender. Keep their identity unchanged!. Don’t be a resister. The captives can survive!.”
Before the envoys who persuaded them to surrender could say a few words, several feathered arrows shot at them with a “swoosh” and directly penetrated their heads, shooting them to death on the spot.
On the top of the city, the fierce “crocodile” noble put down the longbow in his hand, and looked fiercely at the nobles and warriors on the left and right.
“His Majesty’s reinforcements are on the way! We can hold on for a few more months! Those who dare to surrender will end up like this!”
The nobles echoed the marshal’s words in low voices, their eyes sparkling.
Ospai looked around, thought in his heart, and then continued to speak.
“The Mexica are bloodthirsty and warlike, and they are especially keen on sacrificing noble nobles! Now it is a war of gods. Once you fall into their hands, you will be at the discretion of the other party! Whether you can live and how long you can live are all unknown Count. In the end, it is inevitable to cut one’s heart and seppuku and sacrifice on the pyramid!”
Hearing this, the complexions of the nobles changed rapidly, gradually revealing a bit of sadness.
Seeing this, Ospai nodded slightly. He swung the obsidian dagger violently, cutting his palm, and swore loudly.
“I, Ospai of the ‘crocodile’ family, under the witness of the three gods and ancestors, swear here! I swear to live and die with the Hekou Fortress! If this battle can survive, I will give up the family’s glorious fief, and strangle this The land and population in the north and south of the Man River will be shared with everyone!”
Hearing the “crocodile” nobleman’s oath, the nobles big and small were stunned. After a while, they finally responded loudly and encouraged each other. The will to fight once again surfaced on everyone’s faces, whether true or not.
The Mexica Legion outside the city waited another day. This day was a rare tranquility, with no resounding war drums and no howling arrows. People cherish the quiet night and make many preparations that they don’t know whether they will be useful.
In the early morning of the fourth day, when the sun shone again, tens of thousands of warriors walked out of the camp, and the official siege battle finally began!