Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 608 - 304 Night Raid

The sunlight illuminated the vibrant cactus flowers, and a gentle breeze stirred the streams in the valley. The weather in September remained warm. On hearing the words of the Black Wolf Chieftain, Ico’s forehead broke out in fine beads of sweat. He stammered as he spoke.

"Ah, Black Wolf Chieftain... although we Pamus Samurai are familiar with the terrain, we are not adept at night battles..."

"No need for a night battle. You will secretly enter through the mountains at night, and attack the encampment in the valley at dawn. The Vanguard elites will attack the mouth of the mountain in the early morning, joining you in a pincer movement to utterly break these Canine Descendants!"

"Ah, my lord, you have never been to the interior of the valley. The valley is long and narrow, twenty to thirty miles from east to west, and there are multiple camps on both sides. There’s another camp blocking the valley’s path two miles behind the forward camp at this entrance. Only by breaking through both camps can we enter the wider hinterland..."

"Oh? There are two camps?"

Upon hearing this, Toltec was taken aback and asked urgently.

"What is the terrain of the rear camp like?"

"The rear camp is not much different from the front camp, only slightly wider. Once the rear camp is taken, the army will face no more obstructions."

Ico replied with his head bowed. Black Wolf thought for a moment, then patted Ico’s shoulder.

"Two camps, if we attack from the front, who knows how long it will take. To defeat the enemy quickly, we must achieve the element of surprise! Ico, summon your courage and resolve, and be a man like the Jaguar!"

"Ah, Chieftain, infiltrating the valley, there is always the risk of being discovered by the Canine Descendants. The narrow mountain paths also prevent a quick retreat; it’s truly too dangerous... General Mespa, what do you think..."

Ico’s body trembled slightly, turning to Mespa as if seeking aid. The other coughed softly.

"Black Wolf Chieftain, we can discuss the attack slowly..."

"His Highness will arrive in five days! If we, with an army in hand, make no progress and are blocked by these rat-like Canine Descendants, how shall we explain to His Highness?!"

Toltec glared furiously at Mespa.

"General Mespa, you are also familiar with the terrain. Why not you personally lead the troops and sneak into the valley?"

"Uh..."

Mespa suddenly fell silent. This northern expedition was to reclaim his ancestral fief. He had led his troops northward, battling wherever possible. But to personally lead a nearly suicidal stealth attack was asking too much... Let Ico go instead.

"Ah, General Mespa, Black Wolf Chieftain..."

"You timorous fish-rat! The valley is your fief! The Canine Descendants are your enemies! Show some warrior’s honor!"

Toltec stared intently into Ico’s eyes, like a fierce beast.

"Ico, I’m giving you five hundred Pamus Samurai. Infiltrate the valley tonight, attack from inside and outside at dawn. This is a military order!"

There was no backing out of battle, the strike was set. The middle-aged nobleman Ico trembled for a moment before mustering some valor, bowing his head to receive the order.

"I will obey your orders, Chieftain!"

The slanting sun slowly set, and the legions outside the valley withdrew to their camp. A cheer erupted from the camp of the Canine Descendants, while the Pamus Samurai were visibly upset, but the Mexica Samurai remained calm and composed. They had campaigned for many years, always victorious, and today’s sortie was merely a probe; the fiercer assault was yet to come.

Upon returning to the main camp, Toltec first called upon five hundred Pamus Samurai. Black Wolf personally inspired their morale, then entrusted them to the Nobility Ico to feast well. Afterward, he ordered the Temple Crossbowmen and the Vanguard to rest and build up their energy, and had his men check the Clay Tribulus that had accompanied the army, carefully inspecting each one to prepare for tomorrow’s strike.

Darkness came swiftly, and the earth grew quiet. Ico led five hundred Pamus Samurai, who knew the terrain well, to silently leave the rear camp and blend into the deep night. Without lighting conspicuous torches, they used their memory of the landscape to grope their way into the mountains. For a nighttime attack in the mountains, knowledge of the paths was crucial, hence the choice of Pamus Samurai.

The faint moonlight fell on the land as a large mass of moving shadows entered the mountains, disappearing into the mountain shadows, becoming indistinguishable. Only the Canine Descendants’ Scouts lit sporadic bonfires in the mountains, like flowers of the night.

Ico carefully avoided the light wherever possible, and if it couldn’t be avoided, he dispatched elite squads to advance. Sharp War Clubs swung, and swift Feathered Arrows were shot. Dots of fresh blood blossomed in the mountains, with faint clamor, but the sound did not carry far.

Two hours later, Ico took a deep breath. The perilous and narrow mountain path was behind them, and the five hundred warriors had ascended to a mid-mountain ridge. Now they would turn along the ridge towards the East to reach the rear of the valley camp. He stood on the ridge and looked northward, only to see dense bonfires in the Canine Descendants’ camp and shadows of vast cornfields by the stream. Each bonfire represented hundreds of gathered Canine Descendants. Ico counted the bonfires, shuddering involuntarily. He then looked towards the center of the Valley City-State, where the tall stone Temple was ablaze with lights, seeming still busy inside. Ico prayed briefly to the Primordial God for ancestral protection before turning eastward. The warriors behind him lowered their voices to pass along the order to turn.

The valley stretched for dozens of miles, and so did the Mountains. On a ridge several miles away, two red-haired warriors sat cross-legged on a mountaintop, gazing at the moonlight gracing the Earth with Divinity.

"Amoxtli, you invited me out for a drink so late, but didn’t even bring a piece of groundhog meat?"

Ivican held a small leather water bottle, carefully sipping Rice Wine. For the wilderness Canine Descendants, whether it be Tequila, honey liquor, or fruit wine, all were their favorites, although rarely enjoyed.

"Give it a rest, Ivican. This Tequila is a treasure of our Tribe; I had to coax it out of Chieftain Kakalo... alright, here, for you, some fine dried venison."

Amoxtli rummaged in his shirt for a while, finally producing a bundle of dried venison wrapped in leaves, handing it over to Ivican reluctantly.

"All yours, eat up!"

"Ow! Meat and drink, what’s the occasion today? An ancestral Sacrificial Rite? Or, the Blessing Day of the Moon God? No, it’s still early. Amoxtli, could it be that your Tribe’s Chieftain is finally on his deathbed, so he handed you his position and the tribal storehouse?"

Having caught the scent, Ivican could tell it was indeed fine venison. He looked at his friend with surprise and curiosity. On the wilderness, venison was truly precious and not eaten on just any ordinary day.

"What nonsense! Although Chief Kakalo isn’t well, it’s still not a problem for him to live a few more years."

Amoxtli punched Ivican, making him reel back. He then steadied his friend and said in a low voice,

"Haven’t seen you for a few days, right? Got some good stuff to enjoy a meal. The great army of the Cactus Tribe has arrived at the mouth of the valley. The three Great Tribes have ordered the gathering of the warriors from various Tribes; who knows when we will be pushed to the front... So, how was the battle at the valley mouth today? I heard the Red Cat Tribe won and repelled the Cactus Tribe’s attack?"

"Pah! Win the battle? What a joke."

Ivican spat, bit hard into the venison, and washed it down with more Rice Wine.

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"The Red Cat Tribe lost seven hundred warriors, and the red-haired lost five or six. The other side only left behind over three hundred men, and that was with the protection of the camp and the advantage of terrain! Tonight, Chief Mizili kept complaining in front of the Chieftain. Now the warriors of the Red Frog Tribe have gathered at the rear camp, and depending on the situation tomorrow, they might be sent to the front. Each of the ordinary Tribes has to send their red-haired warriors to the frontline, and other Tribal Warriors take turns to follow."

"Ah! How did the Red Crow Tribe arrange this? We have to guard the northwest valley mouth, don’t we?"

"They’ll probably draw some warriors. The Red Crow’s allied Tribes always have to send troops to the East."

Upon consideration, Ivican’s ears twitched suddenly.

"Huh, did I hear something?"