Aztec Eternals - Chapter 587

The sparse raindrops fell from the deep sky, slow and slow, and fell silently. The sparse long wind blows along the long river, neither cold nor hot, just right. It is the season of late summer and autumn harvest. In the deep forest, there is no fragrance of ripe grains, only the ever-blooming flowers and trees attract flocks of hummingbirds and butterflies.

The exploration fleet stayed in Babai Town for two days before setting sail again. Battalion Piedmont personally led two hundred warriors and eight hundred prisoners Ding Zhuang, and followed along the Tulsa River. The expedition fleet was fully loaded with the team’s food and went upstream. After traveling for forty miles, they encountered the first obstacle, the first Sancha River mouth.

“This is the estuary to the east.”

Pimen leaned on a spear and stood on the beach beside the rocky river. He pointed to the upper reaches to the north of the estuary, and then to the branch to the south of the estuary.

“The north of the river mouth is the upper reaches of the mountains. Next, we have to turn to the north and continue upstream. The mountains in the north are very steep, and the river course is also steep. From here, the Ding Zhuang will have to pull the fiber.”

Chiwako stood on tiptoe, looking at the cascading mountains in the north, and the falcons hovering on the top of the mountain, with a look of amazement.

“What a big mountain! One after another, twisting and twisting, without a head!”

Afterwards, he looked to the south again, looking at the equally vast mountains and narrow tributaries, and asked aloud.

“Where does this branch flow go?”

“I didn’t walk through it myself. The local guide said that the Atoyac River branched many times, and all went south into the territory of the Lowland Mistecs, and some went southwest into the territory of the Tepanic… In fact, the south is a large area of ​​mountains and forests where all kinds of savages and villages live together.”

“Huh? Atoyak River? Dashui River?”

Hearing this, Puap was a little surprised. The name Atojak coincides with Lake Atojak in the south of the kingdom. In fact, its meaning is a great water, “big water river”.

“Yes! In the upper reaches of the Tulsa River, the water is very fast and very large. That’s why it is called the Atoyake River by the locals.”

Pimmon smiled and explained.

“The farther northeast you go from here, the deeper you go into the heart of the Mistec. Sometimes you even meet their tribal scouts. The warriors have fought with them, captured Dingkou, and suffered losses. But this kind of In the mountains, there is no way to expand the force, and it is difficult to pass the samurai of the brigade, so don’t worry.”

“I see.”

Chiwako narrowed his eyes, looked at the mountains and birds, and nodded.

“Blessed by the Lord! Let the villagers prepare to pull fiber, let’s hit the road as soon as possible!”

Soon, Laxian’s slogan sounded from the river, echoing in the mountains on both sides. Most of the expedition team disembarked and marched with the spear warriors. During the day, the Ding Zhuangs were shirtless, pulling the thick sisal rope and dragging the long boat slowly northward. In the dark, the samurai gathered in a circle, branching out to patrol the team and watching over the entire team.

The curling smoke rises in the silent and desolate valley, bringing the aroma of food, and even attracting wolves in the jungle. The Prepecha warriors under custody immediately lit up, carrying spears and big bows, and they all chased up. After a short fight, there were a few more pieces of fragrant wolf meat in Chihuaco’s pottery bowl at night.

The team’s food was in the hands of the warriors, most of which were stored in the longship’s hold. The warriors were careful about the food, but they were not afraid of the people fleeing. Everyone stepped on the stream, trudging through the deep mountains and forests, and went northeast for 80 miles, and came to the second Sancha River mouth.

“Here, the Dashui River is divided into two more. The northeast is the upstream, and the southeast is the downstream tributary. We have to continue to the northeast upstream.”

Speaking of this, Piedmont paused, looked serious, and clenched the spear in his hand.

“This is already the territory of the Mistec people. If you go further, you will meet the other side’s mountain tribe. If you follow the downstream tributaries and go southeast for 150 miles, it will belong to the Mistec people. Yeguo City. A hundred li further along the river is Oak Valley City. There are two lush valleys there, and the tribes gathered are in the tens of thousands.”

“Yeguo City, Oak Valley City?”

“Yes! It’s the hinterland where many Mistec tribes gather! Your Majesty will take us sooner or later to conquer these mice nesting in the mountains one by one!”

Pi Meng stood up straight, looked at the mountains in the south, and subconsciously held the amulet on his chest.

“Blessed by the Lord God, the kingdom is invincible!”

“Conquering all the ministries in the mountains…”

Chiwaco narrowed his eyes again and looked southeast. The mountains there seem to be a little flatter, but they are still ups and downs. And the current big river, although it needs to be pulled when it goes upstream, is the only smooth way to connect.

“It’s not easy to march on these 100,000 mountains. If you want to travel smoothly, you still have to rely on these rivers!”

Chiwako narrowed his eyes, his thoughts drifted away. He knew how powerful Nanfang Mountain Road was, so he couldn’t help but feel a little worried. However, at this moment, he looked at Peimon’s fanatical and pious expression and said nothing.

“Hey, yo! Keep going!”

The mountain road is difficult, and it is not easy to pull the fiber. Thousands of people marched on the way, and only traveled more than 20 miles a day. It was not until sunset, when crows burst forth, that everyone stopped by the river.

“This is the third Sancha River estuary. It is divided into the east and the northwest. The east is the mainstream of the upstream, and the water volume is sufficient. The northwest is another upstream tributary that merges into it. There is not much water, and it is barely able to sail.”

At this point, Pimeng’s vigilant expression relaxed a little. He took a long breath, took out a deer stomach water bag, and took a few sips.

“We are here, turn to the northwest, and will not go east. If we go further east, although we can get through, we will hit the big tribe of the Mistec. A hundred miles northeast, there is a mud swamp in the mountains. , with thousands of stoker militiamen, and an indeterminate number of warriors.”

“The swamp village?”

Chiwako scratched his head, chewing on the name.

“It sounds like there should be water, and the terrain is low, so that swamps can form. The mountains, forests, swamps, undulations, this southern land is really a big piece of rotten land!”

“…I don’t know why His Majesty, who deserves to be struck by lightning, brought us thousands of miles to toss in this ravine and creek? Going forward, it is the source of the big river in the mountains, dangerous and wild, what is there? Good to go?…Uh, God of Destiny, I always have an ominous premonition! Definitely, definitely not a good thing!…”

The old militiaman’s hunch always came true. And this time, it was even more effective. However, a moment later, a naked and tattooed Mistec scout appeared on the high mountain on the bank of the East River. He stared at the large group of small dots by the river, stared at the big boat he had never seen before, and his mouth widened in surprise. Afterwards, he raised the snail horn between his neck, puffed out his cheeks, exhausted his strength to suckle, and blew it violently.

“Di, Di Di! Di Di Di!”

The shrill sound of the snail horn sounded on the high mountains, flew over the boundless sky, crossed the mountains and forests in the south, and spread all the way to the distance!

“Quick! Quick! Put on your armor and take out your shield! The archers get on the boat and prepare to shoot! Then distribute stone spears to the prisoners, and line up on both sides of the warriors! Tell them that if there is no food, if they flee in the mountains and forests, they will die. And if it falls into the hands of the Mistec people, it will also be sacrificed!”

Hearing the snail number warning from the Mistec, Battalion Commander Pimon instantly became smart. He immediately threw away the water bag in his hand, summoned the surrounding warriors, and put on the bronze middle armor given by His Majesty.

Soon, with the help of their teammates, more than 40 elites also changed into bronze armor, holding a big axe, standing in front of the battle, ready to fight. In order to save stamina when marching, they usually do not wear armor. Wearing heavy and hard armor, the morale of the samurai has changed. This is a real and powerful blessing!

Unfortunately, in the entire spear battalion of 1,000 people, there were only fifty pairs of bronze armor, and almost all of them were brought out.

As for the remaining one hundred and sixty warriors, after distributing crude stone spears, they drove the unarmored captives to the left and right flanks. They put on long spears and long bows, while supervising Ding Zhuang on the two wings, while guarding the commander in the center.

Puapu looked sharp, UU read www. uukanshu.com took a fleet of 100 samurai and boarded the long ship that was docked. They stood between the shields on either side of the longship, and they also set up big bows. The team wading through the water is very slow and is the best target.

The chaotic shouts sounded by the river, and Ding Zhuang, the prisoner of the army, was a little flustered and moved a little, but was suppressed by the fierce team leaders. The fear of the execution more than ten days ago is still vivid in my mind. As long as the warriors’ team does not collapse, the prisoners will not flee for a while.

“Di Di Di!”

The harsh sound of the snail horn became more and more rapid. After another quarter of an hour, in the forest opposite the long river, the Mistec team finally walked out. Thousands of tribal warriors, holding stone spears, throwing spears and hunting bows on their backs, gathered on the banks of the open river. Thirty or forty canoes, also carrying one or two hundred tribal elites, poured out from the tributaries in the forest.

Such a light boat weighs only a few hundred pounds and can only carry five or six people, similar to a raft. But they have a very shallow draft and can be towed ashore with ease. When the current is downstream, it travels quickly in the mountains, while when it is upstream, it needs to be carried by manpower.

“Rain God Zavi, bless the people in the rain and expel the tiger people in the north!”

Hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors shouted on the other side of the river, waving their weapons, intimidating the enemy hundreds of paces away. In the boiling shout, a Mistec goddess with a feather crown on his head and a bundle of feathers on his back, also carrying a sharp bronze spear, appeared on the bank of the Dashui River.