Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

After speaking, Knight Thomas turned his head, and just like when he arrived, left with his head high in big strides. Under the large tree, only the furious and helpless Pedro remained. This veteran camp commander of the holy war, like a red-eyed bull, couldn’t help but curse.

"Damn Santiago Knight Order! This group of church paupers dispatched to the East for expedition! Without a full set of plate armor, yet pretending to be noble knights in front of me? Carajo! Even without a horse, my title is still a royal knight bestowed by the queen!..."

Camp Commander Pedro cursed for a while, listening to the gradually receding sound of the warhorses, his face flushed with anger. And the newly appointed company captain Knight Alonso hurriedly arrived, urgently asking upon meeting.

"Lord Pedro! Why did Lord Thomas leave with his cavalry? His cavalry left directly, so what should we do? If we, equipped with armor as veterans of the holy war, encounter those fleeing natives strong with gold, how can we chase them, how can we catch up?"

"Damn it! Thomas decides to leave! How can I stop him? These unreliable knights, can’t endure the slightest hardship!..."

Alonso’s worry was not without reason; Pedro’s fierce face stretched long, similarly irritated as he waved his longsword. In actuality, given the elite status of the Castilian Expeditionary Army, whether veterans of the holy war or Shenluo mercenaries, as long as they fight head-on, they can easily crush the Taino tribes several times or even ten times more than themselves.

However, these elite infantry in armor faced an embarrassing reality. That is, when these familiar-with-terrain, unarmored Taino tribes no longer engage them head-on but instead turn to flee upon meeting,... the infantry of the expeditionary army is immediately blindsided. Their legs are too short, completely unable to catch these local natives!

On the northern plains, where the terrain was relatively flat and the view broad, with the advantage of cavalry, they could capture quite a few native prisoners. But upon entering the Central Mountain Range, the terrain suddenly changed to Iberian Peninsula rarity of dense forest hills. This kind of forest and mountains not only restricted cavalry movement but also severely depleted the stamina of the expeditionary army’s medium and heavy infantry.

In this way, even when occasionally encountering small groups of native tribes in the mountains during searches, apart from the elders and children, the young strong familiar with the terrain and women can all escape. For them, apart from killing, of what use are the elders and children?

"Carajo! These damned knights can’t endure or sacrifice at all! If they were under my command, I’d certainly teach them what company discipline is with a bullwhip!..."

Pedro cursed a few more times before picking up his personal horn and blowing it hard.

"Woo! Woo!..."

"Ah? Camp Commander, is this the horn for retreat? The natives’ village must be right in front! Just another day or two of searching..."

"Search my foot! Even if we find it, we won’t be able to catch anyone, seize any valuables! They will certainly take gold and pearls with them when they escape! Robbing a bunch of mush, burning down a native village, killing some elders and children, what use is it!"

Pedro stood on tiptoe, grudgingly gazing at the Central Mountain Range running across the whole Great Island of Puerto Rico. Then, he turned around, looking at the fast-gathering veteran company and those protesting Shenluo mercenaries, pointing his sword northwards. This battle-hardened, murderous veteran camp commander stood like this on a mountain rock, beneath a seventy-meter-high exotic silk tree, and shouted angrily.

"Almighty shelter us! I order you to retreat! Entire marching columns! Turn around, back to Isabella Castle!"

"What’s the noise about? This is a military order! Next time a scout finds the location of a native village, we’ll switch to light armor and bring hunting dogs. Try to strike by surprise and catch all the natives together!"

With the command of the officer, the Castilian Expeditionary Army thus turned back. Their clumsy armor and shining weapons were like hunting dogs that hadn’t bitten into the meat, emitting the discontented "shouting" of metal collision.

And when these white-skinned evil demons finally disappeared beneath the northern mountains, only then did scattered shadows of Taino people appear within this deep forest. With lingering fears, they looked down the mountain, muttering the names of ancestors and All Gods, thanking Heavenly Divine and Earth Mother for protection while deeply hating the evil demon’s ruthless slaughter.

"These evil demons emerging from the depths of the Abyss! Like eight-armed squids... Someday, I will sever their tentacles and chop off their reflective heads! Ancestors bear witness! I must make the enemies who killed Father die!"

A young girl with her hair tied, chest painted with tree patterns, holding a flint spear in hand, was glaring hatefully down the mountain, she was Ana, the daughter of Alamana Chief. And beside Ana was another forty-year-old "elderly" Female Chief, wearing grass clothing similar to the forest, crowned with parrot feathers, the grandmother of the Sky Tribe. She squinted her elderly eyes, watching the strange lightning disappearing down the mountain, sighed wistfully.

"Earth Mother’s ridge has protected her children! The four-legged beasts of evil demons stop at the ridge, unable to run like the wind. Even those thick-skinned sharp claws of evil demons, if encountered by tribes, have a chance to escape..."

"Oh Ancestors! Please tell me... how have these evil demons come and why do they slaughter? Is it true, as the Western Sea Tribe’s prophecy states, this is the inherent nature of evil demons?... Is there truly a Great Shaman in the tribes of the Western Sea who can communicate with the Divine Spirit above? Are their Divine Spirits truly mightier than Earth Mother?"