September is the end of the rainy season, with sporadic raindrops and gloomy skies. Under the sky, there is a solid wooden camp, and there are tens of thousands of Mexica warriors inside and outside the camp.
Last September, the boy followed King Tisoke's army and left here. In September of this year, he returned with the army of King Avit's brother. Come and go in a hurry, life is like a reincarnation, what changes is only the heart of the warrior.
Standing outside the camp, Shulot carefully observed the defense of the city. The camps in all Mexican tribes were always similar.
The outermost perimeter is a dense wooden fence. The fence is within the range of throwing stones and bows and arrows, and is the first line of defense that hinders the enemy.
Further inside, there is a wall made of logs. The height and thickness of the fortress wall determine the maximum defense capability of the camp. The wall here is only more than two meters high and less than one meter wide, but it is enough to form a garrison advantage and give the attacker enough physical punishment and attack attenuation. At this time, all damaged parts inside and outside the wall have been repaired.
There are dense warriors on the wall, neatly dressed and carrying weapons and shields. They are probably on guard against the Otomi people at any time. There were also a large number of militiamen among the warriors.
Shulot was surprised to find that the militiamen were also armed as much as possible. They were basically all equipped with shields, some held samurai war clubs, and some wore ill-fitting damaged leather armor. The boy took a closer look at the patterns on the leather armor, and found that they were in the shape of the Otomi people.
The young man couldn't help but nod in approval, and at the same time he said with a solemn expression: "The commander here is very good. The losses of a storm will be huge."
As the simple warriors shouted on the wall, the defenders in the watchtower stopped when they heard the sound. Although there was some commotion among the warriors near the village wall, and some people made questioning noises, they still obeyed the orders.
Shulot continued to watch and recognized the flag on the back of the simple warrior: "This is the flag of the legion-level commander. The warriors in the camp all obey his command, and it is very likely that he is the current commander Kuruka."
Avitt nodded. He said nothing, just waiting for Chengtou's reaction.
The simple warrior stood behind the watchtower on the wall of the village, and first issued a few instructions to mobilize the defense troops in the camp. Then, he carefully covered his figure and looked out of the camp through the gap in the watchtower, looking at the flag of Ketoko among the army.
Not long after, a group of warriors climbed up the wall of the village and shouted in unison to the army outside the camp: "Are the reinforcements from Tenochtitlan outside the camp? Please ask Commander Ketoko to come forward and speak. Commander Ketoko, please come forward and speak!"
Shulot looked at Avitt.
The teacher pondered for a moment, then waved his hand to let Stanley go down. Not long after, Ketoko was escorted. The elite warriors dressed him in the fine uniform of a commander, and then "surrounded" him tightly.
"Open the village gate." Avitt stared sharply at Ketoko's trembling body, "You are the true third-level honorable noble of the alliance. Otherwise..."
Hearing this, the giant bear-like Stanley stretched out his thick and powerful hands and gently hugged Ketoko's neck, as if he was touching a delicate and fragile jade. Two days ago, it was the same hands that easily broke Ketoko's back flag.
Ketoko immediately felt as if he was electrocuted, and his fat body shook like chaff. He was so weak that he was almost half-carried by the warriors and walked to a position less than a hundred meters away from the village wall. His command flag was also held high by the warriors.
"I am Ketoko, the commander of the reinforcements!" The trembling voice was a little too sharp and out of tune.
Looking at the large number of warriors on the wall, the great nobleman Ketoko was shocked and seemed to have found some kind of strength. Then, his face became excited and he continued to open his mouth, wanting to shout loudly to remind Chengzhai of something.
At this moment, Stanley's big hand gently and timely placed it on the back of Ketoko's neck again.
A certain power left quickly. Ketoko opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't say a word. It was like performing a silent pantomime in front of tens of thousands of warriors in the camp.
Stanley was a little anxious. He tried to keep his face calm and put a little force on his hand on the back of his neck. Then he opened his mouth slightly and said softly: "Let them open the door!"
Ketoko trembled again, but still opened his mouth and remained speechless. At this moment, he neither had the courage to resist and warn the city, nor did he have the courage to betray and open the gate of the camp.
He just stood there blankly, staring blankly at the top of the city, like a puppet that had been drained of all life, becoming both mute and deaf.
Shulot couldn't help but shake his head. Avitt also frowned.
The noisy warriors gradually quieted down and looked at the scene in front of them. There was a strange silence on the walled city. Soon, a tense atmosphere began to spread inside and outside the camp, and the warriors touched the weapons on their backs uneasily.
Avitt finally shook his head. He gave the order with a serious expression, and the 20,000 warriors outside the camp unfolded one after another, forming a fighting formation, and gradually surrounded the Xilotepec camp.
Shulot continued to observe for a while and found that the warriors in the walled city had not yet taken off their weapons, with obvious confusion and hesitation on their faces.
The young man then suggested: "Avit, you might as well put on the divine costume of the divine king, pick up the divine staff, and go to the camp to recruit surrender again. Even if it fails, it can shake the hearts of the people in the camp and facilitate the next attack."
Avitt hesitated for a moment, then decided to take a risk. After all, there are no long bows on the city, only simple bows with little power. He put on the red animal helmet, held the gorgeous feather shield tightly in his left hand, and raised the gemstone staff in his right hand. Under the cover of the heavy shields of hundreds of jaguar warriors, he came to the gate of the city.
"Open the gate quickly, the new king is here!"
"King Tisok was attacked in Otopan and has been killed by the cruel Otomi people! The noble king's brother has succeeded to the throne in Tenochtitlan and became the incomparable sacred Tlatoani!"
Shulot and Akapu also followed. Wearing convincing priestly robes, they shouted solemnly to the top of the city in the simple and simple accents unique to priests.
Qingyue's ancient voice echoed through the camp, bringing shocking news.
Like a herd of deer facing a jaguar, the camp was in an uproar for a moment. The warriors on the wall whispered to each other and looked down at the city in shock. Their eyes were focused on the majestic and solemn Avitt, and on the shining gem staff, and they let out bursts of exclamations.
The simple warriors behind the wall also poked their heads out and looked carefully at Avitt in the king's attire. He took another look at the young man in the coyote priest uniform, peered around at the 20,000 warriors surrounding the camp, and finally scolded the left and right angrily.
"The king is not dead yet, you stupid turkeys! Those below are rebels and enemies!"
Shulot's eyelids twitched. He looked up at the simple warrior jumping on the wall and suddenly became very interested in him.
The confrontation up and down the wall continued. The warriors finally took off their shields and weapons, and the murderous intent spread. Years of training bring about muscle response. Willing or not, confused or not, the warriors of Mexica are ready to kill. The battle is about to break out.
Avitt's brows furrowed deeply.
He stared at the simple warriors shouting on the wall, and a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes. Then he turned slightly sideways and looked at the young man beside him: "Shoot him to death!"
Xiulote nodded. He gestured to Bertard, who was not far away, and pointed to the command flag on the wall.
Bertard bowed as ordered. He summoned the best archers in the Longbow Guard, and fifty longbows were aimed at the simple warriors on the wall at the same time. Soon, the bowstring was pulled open, causing a dull buzzing sound.
As soon as he saw the archer's movement, the simple warrior on the wall jumped back quickly, like an alert ape. He hid behind the thick watchtower again, seemingly prepared.
The long bows resounded like thunder, and the long arrows flew like lightning. Dozens of feather arrows arrived in an instant, piercing deeply into the spot where the simple warrior had just stood. The archers were no more than a hundred meters away from the village wall, which was the most powerful distance for horizontal shots. The armor-piercing copper arrowheads were completely inserted into the village wall and penetrated the wood by more than an inch.
Shulot saw a hand quickly reaching out from behind the watchtower, feeling for the size of the arrow that had penetrated the wood, tugging on one of the arrows to keep it from moving, and then quickly taking it back, like an ape stealing a peach.
The young man couldn't help but laugh.
Avitt didn't smile. He raised the staff high and swung it forward vigorously, conveying the command to attack.
Soon, the drums of attack were sounded. The sound of war drums is rapid and low, accompanied by the terrifying roar of the Jaguar warriors. Twenty thousand warriors raised their weapons and prepared to charge and destroy the wall in front.
However, at this critical moment, the shrill conch horn sounded in the camp, and the gate of the camp suddenly opened.
Shulot saw the plainly dressed warrior again. He was wearing leather armor, hunched over, carrying a command flag, holding a thick shield high, and walked out under the protection of a dozen shield-bearing warriors.
"We surrender!" The simple warrior walked out of the village gate, took off the command flag behind his back, and threw it to the ground. Then in front of everyone, he knelt down on the ground, not forgetting to keep his heavy shield in front of him.
Seeing this scene, the young man was stunned.
