Aztec Immortal - Chapter 321
Chapter 312 The Kings of the Wasteland
The mountains undulate on the plateau, and the birds fly far away. The sun rises and the moon sets, the sky and the earth are always boundless, and time and space are boundless to the distance. Trailing smoke and dust rose in the distant sky, and the vast team walked from the horizon to the front. As the sun sets and the moon rises, the sky becomes dusk, and the army stops.
Shulot, clad in bronze armor, climbed the hill near the camp. He looked to the north, and the sky was dyed by the sun, reflecting colorful light and shadows on the mountains. The light and shadow change, the clouds dance, the earth meets the sky, but it is so unpredictable.
“Like the eyes of the gods, looking at the hearts of ordinary people.”
The king looked at the sky calmly, his thoughts flying in the vast world. He already knew the battle situation in the valley, so he came day and night.
The Toltecs attacked the valley. In just two days, the imperial guards suffered 800 casualties, the Palmers warriors suffered 500 casualties, and the light archers suffered 200 casualties. Fifteen hundred people were killed or injured, and Hei Lang himself was injured and lay in bed, unable to walk.
Shulot lowered his eyes slightly, and then looked into the distance. At this moment, the mountains of the valley are at the end of the line of sight, but only twenty or thirty miles away. The scouts of the two sides communicated with each other and ran on the wasteland.
The king’s gaze was fixed on the sky, as if feeling the state of mind of the gods. After a while, he whispered calmly.
“It’s also like a painting brush of a god. Use the sunset as water and the night sky as ink. When the ink is dipped into the pen, it is a picturesque sunset. The gods use the sky as a painting, and the king uses mountains and rivers to answer. My brush and ink are the same.”
The warrior commander came in a hurry, and when he saw His Highness’s calm expression, he slightly stamped his feet. At this moment, he suddenly thought of the ancestor Montezuma. After pausing for a few breaths, he respectfully stepped forward to ask for instructions.
“Your Highness, the legion camp has been set up, and the gunpowder and food have been properly arranged. The civilian husband is preparing dinner.”
Xiuluo nodded. The mountains on the wasteland were undulating, and the march was quite slow. Among the 3,000 imperial troops, 2,500 were armored, armed with eight wooden cannons and gunpowder, and 2,000 militiamen transported food. Fortunately, they will be able to arrive at the Taniguchi camp tomorrow.
“Botard, where are Giova’s legions?”
“According to the messenger’s report, Prince Giova’s East Route Army is fifty miles north of the army. They will continue to move northeast for a day, occupying the key points in the northeast, and guarding against the Red Dog tribe in Palms City. The Red Dog tribe There have been frequent mobilizations recently, and they are mobilizing on a large scale, and may come to support the Red Fox Valley. The scouts of the Eastern Army have fought their red hair many times, and it is estimated that there will be a battle.”
“Send an envoy and tell Giova! Let him stop marching, build camps on the spot, control the nearby mountain roads, and cover the northeast of the army. The corn has not yet been harvested. Since the Red Dog tribe is mobilizing at this time, they will definitely send troops. Dog descendants March quickly, beware of being attacked by them!”
Bertard took out a pen and paper, took notes quickly, and drew a simple figure before handing it to the king. Shulot glanced at it twice, and then stamped the seal. Then the two personal guards took the jade talisman and the decree, and immediately ran to the northeast.
“Where’s Chalki’s army?”
“Your Highness, General Chalki’s West Route Army is fifty miles to the west. They sent envoys to ask for instructions, should they join the Central Army?”
Shulot pondered for a while, then shook his head.
“Send an envoy and order Chalkie! The West Route Legion does not need to meet up, go directly to the northwest valley entrance of the Red Fox Valley. Since the dog descendants got into their pockets by themselves, they must not be let go. Well, let Chalkie Speed up, and send two thousand elites to block the door first! Within two days, he must seal the entrance to the valley in the northwest, preventing most of the dogs from escaping!”
“Follow orders, Your Highness.”
Bertard bowed his head and continued to write. Commander Chalki was illiterate, so the samurai commander drew a sketch map and repeated the message. Soon, two more messengers left in a hurry.
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“Bothard, the painting is good. The mountains and rivers are well marked. The graphic text is also very vivid.”
Shulot smiled and patted the warrior commander on the shoulder. Afterwards, the king turned around and looked at the smoke in the camp.
“The journey is long and there is a long way to go. After the Northern Expedition is over, the various ministries of Otomi must select young children to study in universities in the capital! More priests who can read and write must also be sent.”
Smoke curled up into the dark sky. Groups of bonfires swayed in the camp, and a large group of warriors patrolled around the camp. Outside the camp, night covered the land. Two figures with hats hid in the shadows of the grass. They were dignified, peeping towards the Mexica camp several miles away.
The aroma of food wafts from afar. Ivican swallowed and cursed in a low voice.
“Aw! It’s tortillas. Damn it, the cactus tribe is really rich! This season, the warriors can still eat delicious tortillas! I can only eat pumpkin every meal.”
“Evikan, have you counted the smoke?”
Amoxi asked in a low voice.
“The smoke is thick and black, all mixed together, how can I count it? There are few trees and grass in the wasteland, and I don’t know what they are burning. I obviously didn’t see them chopping firewood.”
Ivican tried hard to watch for a long time, but still shook his head.
“Amoxi, during the day, you saw the marching team, how many people are there?”
“About 4,000 to 6,000. There are a large number of thick skins of platinum cotton armor in front, and a large group of militiamen transporting grain behind. They are carrying strange wooden beasts, and piles of grain are piled on the wooden beasts!”
“Oh, I saw it too! There are eight long wooden beasts in the middle of the team, painted with strange patterns, and they are enshrined and walked by hundreds of people. There are always some strange and magical things in the cactus tribe. But the one in front of them It should be the personal guard tribe of Chief Death! It’s not uncommon to have these.”
Ivican nodded. He looked at the tall black wolf flag in the center of the camp, as if seeing the mysterious priest totem in the tribe. After a while, he spoke again in awe.
“Amoxi, look at the smoke and dust of this march, it is indeed the size of a large tribe. The Chief Death God personally led the tribe, and brought so many evil things, can Taniguchi still hold on?”
Amoxi was silent for a while, then shook his head.
“This kind of thing. I’m an ordinary tribal redhead, how would I know.”
“Ah! Amosi, the chief recruited all the redheads to join the red fox army. Now, you are a member of our red fox tribe! I know how smart you are. Without you, I would not be able to succeed A few days of credit. By the way, the chief promised to give me a thousand warriors! In the future, I will lead the tribal warriors, and you will be the deputy leader. Well, I will give you the management of your tribe’s manpower. We two brothers, together Across the wasteland!”
Several days have passed since the brutal Battle of Taniguchi, and all the ministries in the valley suffered heavy losses. The Red Cat Tribe lost three quarters of its fighters, the Red Frog Tribe lost a quarter, and the Red Fox Tribe lost a hundred. Faced with this situation, the three major tribes began to recruit a large number of warriors from ordinary tribes to divide up the population and make up for the losses caused by the war.
Amosi did not speak. After a while, he repeated it slowly.
“Okay, Ivikan. We are two brothers, and we will roam the wilderness together.”