Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The red-haired Deputy Captain Mique laughed heartily, thinking that being a captain makes one think too much, not as carefree as before. He pounded his own chest forcefully, patted the greatbow on his back, and the quiver at his waist, smiling as he spoke.

"Don’t worry! With these things here, once we dive into the southern forests, we’ll find all sorts of food! The village by the river is gone; it doesn’t matter! Being so close to the sea, the firearms made it impossible to hide. The stone projectiles shot by the cannon are like thunder, terrifying, so better to stay far away for safety... Moreover, this land is too flat. Facing a herd of wild buffalo in open terrain is hard! Those demon-like four-legged cavalry aren’t they riding people’s buffalo? We should lure them into the mountains or forests to see how we can deal with them..."

"Hmm! According to the Cat Owl Chief Priest’s description, those four-legged cavalry should look like that, smaller than buffalo but more agile and accurate! Mounted on them is a demon wielding a long spear..."

Upon saying this, the red-haired Captain Chabo paused, glanced at the sailors around him, and drew closer to speak in a low voice.

"Chief Divine protect us! What the Owl Chief Priest said, about capturing the four-legged horses whenever possible... just hear it, don’t dwell on it! When hunting buffalo on the wilderness, how can you hold back? The best is to use a trick, make a rope or vine pit, break the horse’s legs, like capturing buffalo on the plains! If you think about capturing it alive while catching buffalo, and get rammed for it, you won’t survive!... So, don’t bother capturing them alive, just kill them outright! The same goes for demons, don’t keep prisoners! Who knows, maybe they’re carrying the plague?"

"Mique, did you hear that! You run fast, so I’m not worried about anything else. I’m just concerned about those horses and the unseen plague. If you see demons coughing, or with pox, shoot them dead from afar, don’t pick up their equipment! Didn’t the Owl Chief Priest say, the plague only spreads through contact, no contact means no problem!"

"Also, if any of the close combat warriors or locals catch the plague... make sure you don’t go near! Be smart, and have your men be smart, stay away from the plague! Do you understand?!... Mique, my brother, you must survive!"

Upon hearing such detailed advice, the red-haired Captain Mique blinked his eyes, feeling touched, but only smiled and nodded.

"Alright! Got it! Chabo, my brother, don’t worry! I will definitely come back alive!"

"Hmm! Chief Divine bless us!"

On the landing beach, the two tribal brothers who had walked together on the wilderness clenched their fists and thumped each other’s chests. A trace of reluctance flashed in their eyes, but soon, it dispersed in the wind.

Deputy Captain Mique turned around and looked at the fifty Dog Descendant Shooters with bows on their backs. Each wore light leather armor, carried a greatbow, and slung bundles of arrows and arrowheads. This kind of bulky setup certainly wasn’t suitable for combat, so they must find a safe supply point to store their materials...

Thinking of this, Deputy Captain Mique headed towards the village and met with Huitu Puapu who was coming towards him.

"Captain Huitu Vanguard! It’s getting dark, we must quickly move south, find a safe valley to spend the night. Then, finding a village for supplies and storage is most important! Ideally, in the southern mountains..."

"Chief Divine witness! Deputy Captain Mique, I think the same. The guide from West Bay Tribe will take us to their allied villages... We’ll first settle down, scout the demons’ movements and positions, observe their army, then try to strike their small formations!"

"Okay! Let’s do that! Once we finish exploring this village, we move south immediately!"

The two battle-hardened veteran captains thus reached an agreement. An hour later, the hundred-member vanguard squad finally finished inspecting the entire village. They found no survivors, but not many corpses either, only much bloodstain residue and some broken demon arrows. Finally, eight or nine round stone projectiles weighing eight to ten pounds were found hidden in huge pits on the ground.

"Oh, Chief Divine! Such heavy stone projectiles! Penetrative ground impact...and steel arrowheads!"

Captain Huitu Pu and Deputy Captain Mique exchanged glances, a sense of unspoken unease rising in their hearts. Frowning, Huitu glanced at his mobile-friendly leather armor and at the steel arrowheads, murmuring.

"Mique, it looks like we need to prepare some wooden shields to fight against the demon army."

"Hmm, shields might be useful! But on the wilderness, it’s usually whoever takes the first move that wins!"

"First move?..."

"Yes! It could be an ambush set-up first, a feigned lure ambush, or an unexpected surprise attack, even a night raid! Like the Owl Chief Priest said, guerrilla..."

Deputy Captain Mique stroked his chin, recounting how wolves on the wilderness hunt buffalo, forming a general idea in his mind.

"Facing formidable enemies, fighting head-on isn’t good. Like wolves on the wilderness, unless the opponent is extremely weak, they never attack head-on. When facing particularly strong buffalo, they keep circling around, looking for the sides or back, and sometimes circle for days! Once they see a chance, they pounce quickly, bite, claw, and go..."

Hearing these wilderness hunting tales, Huitu Puapu scratched his head, like listening to stories from another world, unsure what to say. His past experience in samurai array battles was unsuitable for the "guerrilla" strategy talked by the Cat Owl Chief Priest. The warriors of the Kingdom fought in battles that were "crushing"...

"Captain Huitu, Deputy Captain Mique... the fleet is leaving!"

A call came from the ship, and Huitu and Mique looked over, seeing three light sailing ships already turning their bows, two heading west, and one east. Captain Chabo stood on the bow of the one heading east, waving farewell to the vanguard camp on the shore.

"Chief Divine bless us! Full sail, set course east! The village of North Bay Tribe where the demons landed is 200 miles east... Lookout be vigilant! Anchor at sea at night, extinguish all torches!"

"Yes! Chief Divine bless us!"

The white-skinned and yellow-skinned sailors responded in unison, skillfully handling the sails. At an unknown time, the top of the mainmast of the ship fluttered a wrinkled red and white royal flag of Portugal. On other sails, messy dark colors had been painted, appearing extremely shabby. And the white-skinned Boatswain Bartomele stood in the lookout tower of the mainmast, holding a strange Divine Eye Glasses, gazing out over the eastern sea.

"Oh, Holy Father of Huitzilopo! This is truly... truly an incredible demon—oh no, a Chief Divine magical artifact! It can double the distance for lookout! This is a true naval battle wonder!..."

At this moment, Bartomele in the lookout tower of the Stone Spear was full of incredulity, marveling at this magical artifact personally bestowed upon the ship by the great Archbishop of Cuba. Another same artifact was handed personally by Xiu Maoying to Deputy Captain Mique on shore...

As for poor Huitu Puapu, bearing the title of Captain but didn’t receive any of the only two Divine Eye Glasses. He only received a personally bestowed "Hummingbird Talisman". This talisman wasn’t even a common Gold Talisman, but a Priest’s Obsidian. Of course, Tomate Chief Priest also gave him a promise, that one of his sons could stay by Tomate’s side to become a Priest of the Chief Divine!...

"Let’s go! May the Chief Divine bless us!"

Huitu Puapu looked at the coast for a moment, gazing towards the unseen Cuban homeland. Then he pulled out a Cohiba, took out his firestone, reluctant to light it. Finally, he just clamped it in his mouth, inhaling the familiar fragrance, and carried his spear towards the southern hills and mountains.

Behind him, the red-haired Chabo, with a crossbow on his back and wearing the Divine Eye Glasses, glanced around the foliage of Brave Island, moving lightly and quickly. Further back, a hundred vanguard warriors, carrying supplies and equipment, silently followed, led by the Taino guide, melting into the long grass under the twilight~~