MTL - Aztec Eternals-Chapter 2 captive
"You stupid turkeys, you can get hurt even if you fight such a small settlement!" In front of Shilot, the jaguar Orosh was furious and roared at several warriors who were scratched by spears and short arrows.
"Don't hurry up and treat the wound, put yucca juice on me, and then put the leaves of the ink tree on it. If you are chosen by the **** of death, Shurotel, you will rot in the rainforest back!" The warriors smelled Yan took out the prepared small sisal bag and took out these natural medicines to treat each other's wounds. As a classical military society that has fought for decades, the Aztec city-states already have an effective set of methods to deal with injuries. Yucca and ink tree are two effective antibacterial plants.
"And you, what are you doing tying up these old men and children, are you carrying the rainforest for more than ten days! Let me go, the old men, children, and thin women are all set free, so that I can come and catch people at the next big festival. "
"Captain Oloshi, here is a hunter with a broken leg."
"Huh?" Olosh glanced at the tribal hunter on the ground, and Shiloh finally regained some attention and looked at the hunter. The hunter is about thirty years old, with a weathered face and slightly lowered eyes, his left leg is twisted in an abnormal posture, and his right leg is surrounded by scattered spears and single bows, and his body is curled up, silent. By the fire pit.
Oloshi got closer and kicked the spear off the ground with one kick. He glanced at the other party's slightly curled hands and calluses, his pupils shrank slightly, and his right hand touched the obsidian stick. "This can't be left, Marley, you were shot by the hunters just now, and the hunter will be handed over to you."
"Okay, Captain." A samurai with leaves on his right shoulder walked over with a long stick, his face full of cruel smiles. At the moment when the long stick was swung down, the hunter's right leg slammed, and the hound generally jumped up from the ground, his right arm stretched, and a bone arrow was added to his right hand at some point, and it went straight to Marley's neck.
Marley leaned back in horror, and waved the long stick in his right hand. Seeing that the arrow was about to be inserted into the neck, an obsidian battle stick came first. The stick hit the hunter's arm, and the arm immediately twisted away from the target. Then the tip of the stick slammed forward and hit the hunter. On his chin, there was a crackling sound. Shirott saw the hunter's eyes widen suddenly, the familiar hateful eyes, and a deformed face, and then landed weakly on the soil ground.
Marley came back to his senses, and angrily slapped his body on the ground, his body swaying along the stone stick like a worn-out rag doll. Sherlot heard a suppressed cry, and saw a twitching young body among the children not far away. An eleven or twelve year old girl looked at the hunter on the ground while crying.
"Enough!" Shirot suddenly couldn't help rushing forward, "He's dead!"
Marley turned his head sharply and stared at Shilot, with a bloodthirsty light like a wolf in his eyes.
"Stop, turkey!" Olosh frowned. "Be alert next time. Go, do something serious, and tie the young captives together."
Only then did Marley stop, glaring at Shirault again, turned around and left.
"Shirot, how was the hunt today?"
"Shirot, he killed a quasi-warrior today, and the stabbing action with his shield is great." Tells stepped forward and replied.
"That's right!" Olosh finally smiled and nodded, "Ters, go and count the prisoners. I prepared the two over there for you. Sherlot, what are you doing?"
Shilot squatted down, looked at the godless eyes for a while, and then slowly closed the hunter's eyes. The cry not far away seemed to grow louder.
Orosh frowned again when he saw Shirault's actions, "Okay, he is also a worthy warrior. Shirault, don't waste your time on dead enemies."
Shirot nodded silently, not knowing which sentence he said for Orosh, or none at all.
"Captain, I've counted them, and the qualified prisoners have a total of two palms of one palm and one palm away." Teres ran back excitedly to report.
"5 times 10 minus 5, that's 45." Sherlot calculated silently in his heart. The tribe had at most a hundred people, and lost 45 young men and women in one go, plus a few who died in battle, almost completely destroyed. How long can the remaining fifty old, weak, sick and disabled survive in this fierce jungle? Even if it lasts for a while, after more than ten years of recovery, he will be caught and targeted by the prisoner team, and the **** cycle will continue. "What can I change?" Shirott looked at the burning settlement and thought silently.
"Okay! There are about two or three prisoners per person, and we can prepare for the return journey." Olosh nodded and shouted, "The battle is over! Now, you can go and have some fun yourself. But the turkeys give me Remember: none of the sacrifices you can bring back are allowed to be killed!"
The warriors responded with a bang, and quickly removed the shield of his left hand and stuck the obsidian stick behind his back. Then he happily carried a prisoner and walked towards the woods. Sherlot suddenly noticed Marley, the cruel warrior walked directly to the crying girl.
"Marly, what are you doing!" For the first time, Shilot was really angry, he rushed forward, and used his shield to withstand Marly.
"That old hyena almost stabbed me to death with an arrow!" Marley also roared, "I want to get it back from his daughter!"
"You bastard, you coward! A coward who does something to children!" Sherlot said angrily.
"What did you say!" Marley's eyes suddenly turned red, and he reached out to touch the battle stick behind him. Cowards are the most despised beings in the warrior-loving Mexica society.
"Don't take out weapons to your own people!" A roar came, and the "Jaguar" rushed over like a beast. He held Shirot down with his left hand, and pulled his right hand hard, and Marley stepped back suddenly, almost being thrown. fly out.
"Shirot, what's the matter with you?" Oloshi separated the two and looked at Shirlot dissatisfied.
"Marley is going to do something to that girl."
"That girl belongs to the hyena.."
"Shut up!" Oloshi turned his head and shouted. The anger on his face was more obvious than ever. "Malley, no matter what you want to do, I'm not allowed to do anything to myself!"
"Shirot is a warrior and will soon become a priest! The war priest is sacred in the army, you must respect his will, let alone such an insignificant matter! Apologize to him."
"But Shulot is only twelve years old..."
"Apologize to him, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Makkali!"
"I'm sorry, Shirot." Macali lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. He spat out his apology word by word, then glanced fiercely at the girl hiding in the corner, and turned away.
Olosh watched Makali leave with anger. Only then turned around, glanced at Xiuluot, and smiled slightly: "Yes, Xiuluot. Dare to fight against warriors stronger than yourself is the way of the brave. These warriors are unruly wolves. You can only be the jaguar that rules them if you grow stronger than everyone else."
Then Olosh took another look at the girl in the corner, "This girl is too young and too thin to bring back to the city-state. Whatever you want, just do it here."
After listening, Shilot nodded and stepped forward. The girl shrank back in fear. Sherlot took out the cotton cloth in his pocket and wiped the tears and ashes from the girl's face, and saw an unexpectedly beautiful little face. Then Shilot took off the dry food bag from his waist and stuffed it into the girl's hands, leaving his tentacles cold. So Shilot took off his waistcoat again and put it on the girl. "Leave here, go north, the farther the better, don't come back." The girl forgot to cry a little, and stared at Xiulott in a daze, wondering if she understood.
Shiloh smiled at the girl. He was about to turn his head: "Thank you, teacher." Turning to look, there was no one, Olosh had already left. The other children didn't know when to hide away. So Shilot thought for a while, took off the obsidian dagger from his waist, and put it on the ground. One last look at the girl before leaving without looking back.
"Let me hide all the softness here, and then really face the world. Everything can be changed, I am, and so can the world." Sherault thought when he left, and he seemed to hear crying again in his ears. .
