"You stupid turkeys can even hurt such a small settlement!" In front of Shulot, the Jaguar Orosh was furious and roared at several warriors who were scratched by spears and short arrows.
"Take care of the wound quickly, apply yucca juice on me, and apply the leaves of the ink tree on it. If you are chosen by Shulotel, the god of death, you will die in the rain forest when you return!"
After hearing this, the warriors took out the small sisal bags they had prepared and took out these natural medicines to treat each other's wounds.
As a classical military society that fought for decades, the Aztec city-states already had an effective method of dealing with injuries. Yucca and ink trees are two effective antibacterial plants.
"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, so that I can come and catch them at the next big festival. "
"Captain Orosh, there is a hunter here with an injured leg."
"Huh?" Orosh glanced at the tribal hunter on the ground. Shulot finally regained some of his attention and looked at the hunter.
The hunter was about thirty years old and had a weathered 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 body was curled up, leaning against the fire pit without saying a word.
Orosh came closer and kicked the spear away from the ground. Then he looked at the other person's slightly curled hands and calluses, his pupils shrank slightly, and he touched the obsidian rod with his right hand. "You can't keep this! Marli, you were shot by a hunter just now, so this hunter will be handed over to you."
"Okay, Captain." A warrior with leaves on his right shoulder came over holding a long stick with a cruel smile on his face. He swung his long stick fiercely at the hunter on the ground.
At the moment when the long stick was swung, the hunter kicked off his right leg suddenly and jumped up from the ground like a hound. Immediately, the hunter stretched his right arm, and at some point there was a bone arrow in his right hand, which was thrust straight into Marli's neck.
Marley leaned back in horror and swung the long stick in his right hand.
Just as the arrow was about to penetrate his neck, an obsidian war club arrived first. First, the stick body slapped the hunter's arm, and the arm immediately twisted and deviated from the target. Then the tip of the stick slammed forward, hitting the hunter's chin, and there was a cracking sound of bone cracking.
Shulot then saw the hunter's eyes widen suddenly, showing the familiar look of hatred again. The long stick broke the hunter's cervical spine. The hunter's head tilted, and then his body fell weakly to the dirt ground.
Marly came back to his senses and swung his body on the ground angrily, swinging along the stone stick like an old rag doll.
Shulot heard a suppressed cry and saw a twitching young body not far away from the children. A little girl of eleven or twelve years old was crying and looking at the hunter on the ground.
"That's enough!" Shulot, who had been having ups and downs of emotions, finally couldn't help but say, "Stop, he's already dead! What's the glory in torturing the corpse of a heroic warrior?!"
Marly turned around suddenly and glared at Shulot, with a wolf-like bloodthirsty light in his eyes.
"Stop, turkey!" Orosh frowned, "Be more alert next time. Go and do something serious and tie the young captives together."
Only then did Marly stop, glared at Shulot again hatefully, turned around and left.
"Xulot, how was today's hunting?" Orosh strode closer and patted the young man's shoulder affectionately.
"Xulot, he killed a quasi-warrior today, and his shield thrusting action was great." Tels stepped forward and replied.
"Not bad!" 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 Wushen's eyes for a while, and then slowly closed the hunter's eyes. The crying sounds not far away seemed louder.
Orosh looked at Shulot's movements 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 palm, but one palm less." Tels ran back excitedly to report.
"5 times 10 minus 5, that's 45." Shulot calculated silently in his mind.
This tribe, which only numbered more than 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 fierce jungle? Even if he delays for a while, he will regain his strength after more than ten years, and he will be targeted by the prisoner team again, continuing this bloody cycle.
"In this era of cruel fighting, what can I do?" Shulot thought silently as he looked at the burning settlement.
"Okay! There are about two or three prisoners per person, and we can prepare to return." Orosh nodded and shouted loudly, "The battle is over! Now, you can go and have some fun on your own. But turkeys, let me Remember: none of the sacrifices you can bring back are killed!"
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 chose to explore, then happily picked up a prisoner and walked towards the dark woods.
Shulot suddenly noticed that Marley, the cruel warrior, walked directly towards the crying girl.
"Marli, what are you going to do!" Looking at such a helpless girl, I thought of the fate she faced. Shulot was really angry. The young man rushed forward, raised his shield powerfully, and held it against Marli.
"That old hyena almost stabbed me to death with an arrow!" Marley also roared, "I want to get it back from his daughter!"
"Asshole, you coward! A coward for attacking a child!" Shulot said angrily.
"What did you say!" Marli's eyes suddenly turned red, and he reached for the war stick behind his back. Cowards are the most despised existence in Mexican society, which worships warriors.
"Don't draw weapons against your own people!" A roar came, and the "Jaguar" rushed over like a ferocious beast. He held Hulot down with his left hand and pulled hard with his right hand. Marli suddenly stepped back and was almost thrown away. Fly out.
"Xulot, what's wrong with you?" Orosh separated the two of them and looked at Xuelot dissatisfied.
"Marley is going to do something to that girl."
"That girl is the hyena's..."
"Shut up!" Orosh turned around and yelled. The scowl on his face was more obvious than ever. "Marli, no matter what you want to do, you are not allowed to do anything to one of your own!"
"Xulot is a warrior and is about to become a noble priest! War priests are sacred in the army. You must respect his will, let alone such an insignificant thing! Apologize to him."
"But Shulot is only twelve years old..."
"Apologise, Makali!"
"I'm sorry, Shulot, I was wrong." Makali lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. He apologized word by word, glanced hard at the girl hiding in the corner, turned around and left.
Orosh watched Makali leave with an angry expression. He then turned around, glanced at Shulot, and smiled slightly.
"Yes, 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 the jaguar that rules them. .”
Then Orosh glanced at the girl huddled in the corner again, "This girl is too young and too thin to bring back to the city. Whatever you want to do, do it here."
After hearing this, Shulot 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.
"Get out of here! Go as far north as possible, and don't come back."
The beautiful girl forgot to cry. She looked at Shulot in confusion, wondering if she understood.
The boy nodded and smiled gently at the girl.
"Thank you, teacher." Shulot turned around and looked back, but saw no one. Orosh was already gone. The other children didn't know when to hide away.
The softness of the previous life emerged in the young man's heart. He took off the obsidian dagger from his waist and placed it on the ground. He glanced at the girl one last time before turning around and leaving silently.
"I wish I could hide all my softness here, and then truly face the world! Everything can change, I am, and so is the world." The young man sighed slightly. Then, he straightened his spine and showed determination.
As if he had experienced some kind of baptism, Shulot strode forward. Behind him, the girl's cry came again.
This time, the boy didn't look back. Like a newborn tiger cub, he walks towards the forests of Central America, facing the future destined to fight!
