The sun gradually sets towards the west, dyeing the sky a light golden color.
Shulot sat cross-legged on the top of the hill, looking at the smoke from the kitchen in the distance. It was a golden village under the setting sun, and golden bean fields in the fields. Everything was so peaceful.
Time was soaked in peace, and the golden clouds gradually deepened in silence, condensing into red cloud waves. Not long after, before the sunset fell into darkness, Shulot raised his head again, but only saw the bloody sky.
Negotiations with Guamare were fruitless. Seeing that it was already afternoon, Totec was not in a hurry to divide his troops and plunder. Instead, he asked the warriors to join the militia and build a large camp on the hills several miles away from the city.
The legion then rested peacefully, as if defenseless, waiting for guests from afar.
It was a quiet night.
The next morning, Shulot got up early, put on a light robe, went to find Avitt who was sleeping, and asked about today's plan.
Avitt said with sleepy eyes: "Xulot, don't disturb me. I laid in wait all night and didn't get anything. Now let me catch up on my sleep."
"Avit, what is today's plan? Are the armies really going to disperse to plunder the village?" Shulot didn't wear his feather crest, revealing his delicate face, childish cheeks, resolute profile, and stubborn eyes. In the eyes of onlookers, this is a strange and handsome young man.
The young man was sitting cross-legged on the head of Avitt's bed. He waited for a while and got no reply. After thinking about it, he stretched out his finger and poked the nose of his teacher and friend.
Avitt's nose twitched slightly, then he couldn't help sneezing, and finally woke up. "Hey, Shulot, don't make trouble. We will plunder the village for sure, but we will have other plans later. Just follow me and let's go fishing together."
After saying that, he covered his head with a thin cotton quilt, turned around and fell asleep again.
Shulot felt helpless and had to get up and go back to the house. He put on the feather crown and Tengu sacrificial robes and became a serious and noble priest. Then he sat cross-legged in the center of the camp, waiting for the commander-in-chief's order.
Soon, the warriors in the camp were mobilized. Shulot first saw a thousand warriors put on tiger head feather helmets and tiger pattern leather armor, regaining their identity as jaguar warriors. Then he saw two thousand militiamen put on warrior robes and uneven leather armor, and hurried out of the camp under the leadership of real warriors.
Next, Totec pointed out five thousand-man battalions of warriors and scattered them in different directions. This left only a thousand Jaguar Chapters and two warrior battalions in the camp. From the perspective of Guamare City, there were only a thousand warriors and two thousand militiamen in the camp.
Totec asked a dozen warriors to bring bright flags and wait at the nearest hilltop. As soon as they saw the Jaguar regiment in the camp, they would immediately raise the flag to summon an ambush.
It was already noon, and when the first wisp of green smoke rose from the village not far away, Avitt woke up, washed himself in a hurry, wore a formal sunstone cloak, and smiled to Xiulote Come.
Shulot was looking at the village not far away with a heavy heart.
By this time, the fire had burned into a raging flame, thick smoke was rising from the raging fire, and figures were seen flashing in the distance, as well as silhouettes of warriors waving weapons. There were constant figures falling to the ground in the field of vision, and faint howls and cries could be heard in the wind. Finally, the scattered crowd rushed out of the smoke and dust and rushed to the city of Guamare, which was several miles away.
Shulot stood up and watched the thick smoke gradually rising from all around, far or near, while more and more civilians fled towards Guamare City. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable, but he had no way to speak, and then Avitt grabbed his shoulder.
"Oh, Shulot, my student, is your heart made of soft cotton?" After getting along with the boy for a long time, Avitt became less and less formal. He chuckled and said, "You will be sad to see the Otomi people suffering. Look, where is the indifferent and just god of death and rebirth, Shulotel? It is simply the kind-hearted and crying goddess of rivers and lakes, Chalchihet. Liqui.”
Shulot looked in the direction of Totec, pursed his lips and said nothing. He wanted to talk to the commander-in-chief, thinking he could spare the women and children.
"Don't leave. Totec has no intention of talking to you about these villagers right now." Avitt smiled and put his other hand on the young man's shoulder, making the two of them face to face. "Don't worry, today's target is not these villages."
"It looks lively from the outside, but in fact there are only one or two hundred warriors and two thousand militiamen setting fires everywhere. Not many people will die. If we really want to take action, how can we let so many people escape to Guamare City?"
Shulot was stunned for a moment, then gradually recovered from some of the emotions of later generations. Although this emotion appeared less and less, it was still deeply engraved in his soul and indelible. And deep in his heart, there is always a softness. This is also the biggest difference between him and everyone in this era.
Shulot thought for a moment and then asked calmly: "Is this a bait? We set up an ambush? Was it your idea?"
Avitt glanced at Shulot appreciatively. "Yes, this is my idea. There are now three thousand warriors ambushed in the camp, one thousand of them are jaguars. There are two thousand warriors each in the mountains behind the left and right of the camp, half an hour away from here. Guamare There are a thousand warriors in the woods half an hour outside the city. Everything is ready, just waiting for the fish to take the bait."
Next, Shulot and Avitt sat in the center of the camp with their legs stretched out, leaning against the big tent in the center, quietly waiting for the big fish to take the bait. Totec stood as a sculpture in the distance.
A thousand Jaguar warriors also sat quietly in dozens of tents in the center. They put their spears and shields at their feet, and carried their battle clubs behind their backs, conserving their strength with a relaxed expression.
There were a thousand warriors on each side of the camp, half of them had stopped fighting, and half of them appeared to be lax on duty. The Mexican warriors waited silently.
In expectation, the biggest fish was that the city's 5,000 Otomi warriors and 20,000 militiamen came to attack. This is also the upper limit of the fishing net.
If the Otomi people mobilize their entire army, the three thousand warriors in the camp will immediately hold the camp and call for reinforcements from the top of the mountain. Then an ambush of five thousand warriors came from three sides, and finally gathered under the camp to completely defeat the enemy.
At this moment, no one knows whether the fish will take the bait or how big it will be. Shulot just watched quietly as the thick smoke loomed in the distant sky and the sun set towards the west.
It wasn't until the sun set in the west, less than an hour before sunset, that Shulot heard a sudden noise. The city gates of the city several miles away suddenly opened wide, and more than two thousand warriors swarmed towards the camp.
Totec finally moved. He observed for a while. He first asked a thousand Mexica warriors to guard the camp. He watched the Otomi warriors outside break open the wooden fence and open the wooden door, and then fought with the guards at the gap. Fighting together.
Totec then waited for a full quarter of an hour, watching dozens of warriors from both sides fall to the ground. He saw that the gate of Guamare City was closed and no one came out. He then waved his hand and ordered Avitt and the Jaguar soldiers to prepare.
Avitt sighed in disappointment and said to Xurot: "There must be an old fox in the city-state of Guamare. The people released here are civilian warriors with simple and simple clothes. They are probably related to the villages outside the city. Almost all the noble warriors are hiding in the city."
Shulot thought for a while, and inexplicably remembered a roaring figure, and said with a smile, "Maybe it's an old groundhog."
Avitt also smiled and said: "No matter what, since the fish is hooked, it's time for us to lift the rod."
Soon, Avitt led the Jaguar warriors to assemble in the center of the camp. These ace warriors and military nobles are all in their thirties to forties, and are in their prime years of experience and force. They hold shields in their left hands and spear throwers with spears inserted in their right hands, ready for battle.
Seeing the jaguar in action, the warriors on the top of the mountain immediately raised their flags to summon reinforcements. The two ambushes from the rear immediately rushed towards the camp, and the ambush from the side went directly to the gate of Guamare, which could be reached in half an hour.
Totec asked the warriors at the entrance of the village to retreat to both sides, and more than a thousand Otomi warriors poured in one after another. The assembled 1st Battalion of Otomi warriors squeezed out a convex semicircle on the front side of the camp.
Seeing the protrusion where the enemy gathered, Avitt immediately waved his hands vigorously, and the drums of attack sounded instantly. The Jaguar warriors formed a squad of a hundred people, and rushed to the front of the village gate to throw spears and spears. Then they inserted the spear throwers into their waists, quickly pulled out their sticks, and scattered to attack on both sides.
However, from a distance of twenty to thirty meters, the spears roared to their highest speed, breaking through the leather armor of the Otomi warriors in an instant, and some even penetrated through the armor and stabbed the arms of the warriors behind. The warriors who were shot immediately fell to the ground like deer, some died immediately, and some struggled on the ground.
Schlott was shocked by the power of large-scale spear throwing at close range. By the time a thousand Jaguar warriors finished throwing their spears, two hundred Otomi warriors who had died in battle had fallen at the gate of the camp. The hit rate was terrifyingly high.
Twenty percent of the casualties in a short period of time caused a sharp drop in morale of the Ottomi First Warrior Battalion in the camp. As the Jaguar warriors engaged in battle, their superb martial arts, terrifying tiger heads, and terrifying roars were constantly damaging the morale of the Otomi warriors, and the warriors who entered the camp were on the verge of collapse.
Totec saw the fighter plane, and immediately sent out the last thousand warriors who had died out, protruding from the damaged fences on both sides, trying to clamp the two thousand warriors in reverse. In this way, when the ambush arrives, it will be a beautiful battle of annihilation.
News of the appearance of a large group of Jaguars ahead spread quickly among the Otomi warriors. The morale of the Second Warrior Battalion outside the camp was also rapidly declining.
When he saw the five hundred Mexica warriors protruding from the left and right, trying to stick together, and the ambush team appearing in the distance, the commander of the second warrior battalion, who was born in a military aristocracy, quickly realized that something was wrong and decisively sounded the retreat signal. Snail number.
The Otomi warriors of the second battalion immediately began to retreat in a panic but skillfully. They quickly dispersed in all directions and ruthlessly abandoned the first battalion in the camp.
The Otomi First Warrior Battalion suffered heavy losses due to spear throwing at the beginning, and now relied on the narrow village gate to struggle against a thousand elite Jaguar battle groups. At this time, the two wings were exposed, and the Mexica warriors protruding from the left and right attacked. The morale of the first battalion immediately collapsed.
The Otomi warriors abandoned their war clubs and fled, then melted like ice and snow under attack from three sides. The battle soon entered the stage of chasing death and chasing north. Three thousand warriors rushed out of the camp, unilaterally killing the warriors of the first battalion of Otomi while pursuing the second battalion.
At this time, it was less than two-quarters of an hour before the Jaguar warriors attacked, and the ambushing warriors did not have time to catch up to fight. Only half of the planned fish were caught.
The pursuit only lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the sky turned completely dark. The warriors of Otomi disappeared into the familiar mountains and forests under the cover of night, and the Mexicans could only give up the pursuit in frustration.
There was a stalemate across the camp for a quarter of an hour, and the Jaguar warriors attacked for two quarters of an hour and pursued for a quarter of an hour. This battle lasted only an hour. The Mexicans lost less than fifty men, including three Jaguar warriors.
The Otomi people abandoned more than 300 corpses of low-level warriors and more than 500 prisoners, leaving more than a thousand people fleeing in the darkness, and were expected to return to Guamare City at some time during the night.
Avitt and Shulot looked at each other and smiled helplessly. I set up such a big net and only caught some small fish and shrimps.
Avitt sighed: "The old fox is so ruthless. Even in this time, he treats so many warriors as cannon fodder."
Xiuluo nodded: "The old woodchuck is so cruel. The city will probably defend to the end and never go to war again."
They both sighed again, one sighing for the warriors inside the city, the other sighing for the civilians outside the city.
Then the night grew darker and the stars lit up the sky. Everyone was immersed in the beauty of the night and temporarily forgot everything.
So there was no words for the whole night, just a simple funeral.
