The sun gradually sets towards the west, dyeing the sky a light golden color.
Shulot was sitting cross-legged on the top of a hill, looking at the smoke from the kitchen in the distance. It was a golden village under the setting sun, and there were golden bean fields in the fields. Everything was so peaceful.
Time was soaked in peace, and the golden clouds gradually deepened silently, 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.
The negotiations with Guamare returned in vain. 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 built a castle on the hills a few miles away from the city.
A big camp.
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 complained with sleepy eyes and rubbed his face.
"Lord God! So early? Shulot, don't disturb me. I laid in wait all night and didn't wait for anything. Now let me catch up on my sleep."
"Avit, what is the plan today? Are the armies really going to disperse and plunder the villages?"
Shulot didn't wear a feather crown, revealing his delicate face. His face was still a little childish, but his profile showed perseverance, and his eyes were full of stubbornness. In the eyes of onlookers, he was a handsome and persevering young man.
The boy was sitting cross-legged next to Avitt. He waited for a while but received no reply. After thinking about it, he stretched out his finger and poked the teacher's nose.
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 the Tengu sacrificial robes and became a serious and noble priest again. 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 ordinary warriors put on tiger head feather helmets and tiger pattern leather armor, pretending to be jaguar warriors. Then he saw two thousand militiamen put on
Wearing the warrior's robe and uneven leather armor, he hurried out of the camp under the leadership of a real warrior.
Next, Totec pointed out five thousand-man warrior battalions one after another and scattered them in different directions. In this way, only a thousand elite Jaguar regiments and two warrior battalions were left in the camp. And in Guamare
From the top of the city, it seemed that there were only a thousand warriors and two thousand militiamen in the camp.
Later, Totec asked a dozen warriors to bring bright flags and wait on the nearest hilltop. As soon as they saw the Jaguar group in the camp dispatching, they would immediately raise the flag to summon the ambush in the distance.
It was already noon, and when the first wisp of green smoke rose from the village not far away, Avitt woke up. He washed up calmly, wore a formal sunstone cloak, and smiled towards Shuluo.
Come here.
Shulot was looking at the village not far away with a heavy heart.
At this time, the fire had burned into a raging flame, thick smoke rose from the raging fire, and silhouettes of figures were seen flashing in the distance, as well as silhouettes of warriors waving weapons. Figures kept falling to the ground in the field of vision, and faint howls were heard in the wind.
and crying. Finally, the dispersed crowd rushed out of the smoke and smoke and rushed towards the city of Guamare, which was several miles away.
Shulot stood up and watched the thick smoke gradually rising from all around, either far or near, and more and more civilians were fleeing to Guamare City. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart, 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 more and more out of character. He laughed and talked, not caring about killing and death.
"Tsk tsk! It will make you sad to see the Otomi people suffering... Look, where is the cold and just god of death and rebirth, Shulotel? It is simply the kind-hearted and crying goddess of rivers and lakes, Chalchihetlicui.
.”
Shulot looked in the direction of the commander-in-chief Totec, pursed his lips and said nothing. He wanted to talk to the commander-in-chief, thinking that he could kill fewer people and spare women and children.
"Lord God! 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."
"The real killing is very fast and silent. Looking at the excitement from a distance, it is actually just one or two hundred samurai and two thousand militiamen setting fires everywhere. Not many people will die... You think, the Legion
If we really want to take action, how can we let so many people flee to Guamare City?"
Shulot was startled and gradually recovered from a certain emotion in later life. 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 left. And this remaining softness, this emphasis on "people", is also the biggest difference between him and everyone in this era.
Shulot thought for a moment and then asked calmly.
"So, this was a decoy? We set up an ambush? Avitt, was this your idea?"
Hearing this, Avitt glanced at Shulot approvingly and nodded with a smile.
"Yes, this is my idea. There are now three thousand warriors ambushed in the camp, one thousand of them are elite jaguars. There are two thousand warriors in the mountains behind the left and right rear of the camp, half an hour away from here. And
Outside the city of Guamare, there are a thousand warriors in the woods two-quarters of an hour away. Everything is ready, just waiting for the fish to take the bait!"
Next, Shulot and Avitt stretched out their legs and sat in the center of the camp, leaning against the big tent in the center, quietly waiting for the big fish to take the bait. The commander-in-chief passed by Totec, who stood in the distance like a sculpture.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! A thousand Jaguar warriors are also sitting quietly in dozens of camps in the center. These elite veterans put their throwing spears and shields at their feet, and carried their war clubs on their backs.
Behind him, he was conserving energy with a relaxed expression.
There are a thousand warriors on each side of the camp, half of them have stopped showing off, and half of them are showing signs of slack guarding. The Mexica warriors are waiting silently, like tigers and leopards hunting in the jungle.
In expectation, the biggest "big fish" that may appear is the 5,000 Otomi warriors and 20,000 militiamen in the city attacking together. 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 five thousand warriors will ambush and come from three sides, and finally gather under the camp to completely defeat the enemy.
At this moment, no one knew whether the fish would take the bait or how big it would be. Hulot 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, and first asked a thousand Mexica warriors to guard the camp. He watched the Otomi warriors outside break open the wooden fence, cut open the wooden door, and then negotiated 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. Then he waved his hand and ordered Avitt and Jaguar
Soldiers prepare.
Avitt sighed in disappointment and said to Shulot.
"Damn it, there must be an old fox in the city-state of Guamare! The released warriors are all plainly dressed civilian warriors. They are probably related to the villages outside the city. And the rest of the noble warriors are almost all hiding in
In the city.”
Shulot thought for a while, and inexplicably remembered a roaring figure, and answered with a smile.
"Maybe it's an old groundhog."
Avitt shook it and smiled.
"Forget it! No matter what, since the fish is hooked, we should lift the rod."
Soon, Avitt led the Jaguar warriors to assemble in the center of the camp. These ace warriors and military nobles were all in their thirties to forties, and were in the golden age of experience and force. They held shields in their left hands and shields in their right hands.
Holding the spear-throwing device inserted behind his back, he was ready for battle.
Seeing the jaguars moving out, the warriors on the top of the mountain immediately raised their flags to summon reinforcements. The two ambushes at the rear immediately rushed towards the camp, and the ambush on 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 first battalion of Otomi warriors squeezed out a convex semicircle in front 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 lined up in a squad of a hundred people, and rushed to the front of the village gate one by one, throwing sharp wood and spears, and then throwing
He inserted the spear into his waist, quickly pulled out his war stick, and scattered to both sides to attack.
However, from a distance of twenty to thirty meters, the spears whizzed up to their highest speed, breaking through the leather armor of the Otomi warriors in an instant. Some even penetrated through the armor and stabbed the arms of the warriors behind. The ones who were shot
The warriors immediately fell to the ground like deer. Some died immediately, while others struggled on the ground and were trampled to death.
Shulot froze on the spot, shocked by the power of large-scale spear throwing at close range. By the time a thousand Jaguar warriors finished throwing spears, two hundred Otomi warriors who had died in battle had fallen at the gate of the camp.
horrible.
The brutal casualties in a short period of time caused the morale of the Otomi First Warrior Battalion in the camp to plummet. As the Jaguar warriors engaged in the battle, their superb martial arts, terrifying tiger heads, and terrifying roars were all constantly attacking.
The morale of the Otomi warriors soon reached the point of collapse among the hostile warriors who entered the camp.
The commander-in-chief Toteke saw the fighter plane and immediately ordered the 1,000 warriors who were in reserve to dispatch. A large group of warriors protruded from the damaged fences on both sides and began to clamp the two thousand warriors in reverse, just like
The open mouth of the snake. Next, when the ambush arrives, it will be a beautiful battle of annihilation.
News of the appearance of a large group of Jaguars quickly spread among the Otomi warriors. Outside the camp, the Otomi people discovered that they were ambushed and shouted in panic. The morale of the second warrior battalion was also rapidly declining.
"O original god! This is an ambush, a trap of the Aztecs!"
Seeing the Mexica warriors protruding on both wings and the ambush appearing in the distance, the Otomi warrior battalion commander outside the camp looked horrified. He immediately made a decisive decision and blew the conch horn to retreat. Then, he abandoned the battalion.
raised the battle flag, turned around, and ran away first.
"Didi!"
The conch horn sounded, and the Otomi warriors on the periphery immediately began to retreat in a panic but skillfully. They quickly dispersed in all directions, and at the same time ruthlessly abandoned the battalions that were still fighting in the camp.
The first warrior battalion of Otomi had already suffered heavy losses from spear throwing. At this moment, it was relying on the narrow village gate to struggle against a thousand elite Jaguar battle groups. When the two wings were exposed, the protruding Mexica
The morale of the Otomi people immediately collapsed when the samurai attacked from a flank!
"Gods! Ancestors! It's over! It's all over!"
The Otomi warriors abandoned their war clubs and fled, and then, under attack from three sides, they melted like ice and snow. The battle soon entered the stage of chasing people to the north. Three thousand Mexica warriors rushed out of the camp, slaughtering everyone everywhere.
The scattered skirmishers maintained their formation while pursuing closely, forming an organized fleeing battalion.
A fight started and ended quickly, less than two-quarters of an hour before the Jaguar warriors attacked! The enemy dispersed so quickly that the ambushing Alliance warriors did not even have time to catch up with the encirclement. The planned fish was not only small
, and only half of them were caught.
The pursuit lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the sky became completely dark. The Otomi warriors took advantage of the darkness and disappeared into the familiar mountain forest. The Mexica warriors guarded the captured prisoners and angrily gave up the pursuit.
A quarter of an hour of stalemate, two quarters of an hour of fighting, and then another one or two quarters of an hour of pursuit. This easy ambush only took four or five quarters of an hour. The Mexican army only lost less than fifty people.
Among them are three Jaguar warriors.
The Otomi people, who were defeated miserably, left behind more than 300 corpses of warriors and more than 500 prisoners. The remaining more than a thousand people fled in the darkness and were expected to escape back to Guamare at some time during the night.
city, or flee completely.
Avitt and Xurot looked at each other and smiled helplessly. They set up such a big net, but only caught some small fish and shrimps, and they didn't eat enough at all.
After a moment, Avitt shook his head and laughed.
"Ha! The old foxes in the city are so cruel. This time is stuck in the evening before dark. I'm afraid it was all calculated...just to use so many warriors as firewood!"
Shulot thought for a moment and soon understood the plan.
"The old woodchuck is so cruel. The city will probably defend to the end now. I'm afraid no one will fight again."
The two of them sighed together again, one sighing for the warriors in the city, and the other sighing for the civilians outside the city. The bloody earth was silent under the darkness, and even greater blood was about to come.
Then, the night gradually darkened and the stars lit up the sky. Everyone was immersed in the beauty of the night sky and temporarily forgot everything.
So there was no conversation all night, just a simple funeral.
