Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Chapter 2163 - 1565: Chief Divine’s Blessing! Charge with Me!_2

"..."Having heard Aguda’s "will arrangement," Zuwaro remained silent for a long time before patting his brother-in-law’s shoulder, and said solemnly.

"I understand. Chief Divine protect you! I’ll be here waiting for your return!"

"Great! Wait until I return with the spoils of war!"

Maha Aguda grinned, waved his hand, and mounted his warhorse. Beside him was Wu Xiong, also on horseback, bidding farewell to his cherished friend Hu Nu. Then, the horses neighed softly, and the hooves began to stomp. In just two quarters, the two hundred cavalry disappeared over the horizon.

"..."

Zuwaro stood on the stockade wall, watching for a long time. It wasn’t until the morning sunshine became glaring that he let out a low sigh.

"This damned Western Sea Continent! Everywhere are cruel battles between tribes... Compared to these Western Sea Tribes, the tribes of the Northern Continent are like harmless hairless dogs. And the blood-sacrificing Nava Tribes seem like smaller Jaguars compared to the great Jaguars here..."

"Dada! Dada!..."

The first day of marching was neither rushed nor leisurely; the two hundred cavalry traveled only forty to fifty miles, almost at walking speed. To maintain concealment, Ao Hala didn’t head straight north but rather made a small loop to the west, adding ten more miles to the path. By nightfall, everyone’s first task was to feed the horses, continually feeding them. This time, even the grass seeds were finished, leaving only the hay carried on the horses’ backs.

"Ao Hala brother, how far is it to the Forest Tribe?"

"Ah Gu brother, it’s about ten more miles."

"Are we going to stay here overnight?"

"No. We’ll feed the horses until midnight, take a nap for a while until the dawn star rises when the night is darkest, then follow the North Star towards the Forest Tribe without lighting torches. We’ll likely see the opposing herd at daybreak, and when that happens, it’s time to accelerate the march and be ready for a surprise attack charge!"...

"Good! Send some people to lead the way ahead of my team to avoid getting lost in the dark. Also, have your men tie straps on their arms! I worry that in battle, it will be hard to distinguish between you and the opposing cavalry."

"Ah? Actually, the robes we wear aren’t quite the same as the Forest Tribe’s... Fine! I’ll have my men tie straps on both arms!..."

"Hmm!..."

Maha Aguda nodded with a smile. Then he took out a set of well-prepared armor from his horse and handed it to Ao Hala.

"Ao Hala brother! This set of armor, put it on."

"Ah? This armor? This is precious armor! Aguda brother, how can I be so shameless to accept..."

"Borrowing, not giving! I also borrowed a set for Bule. You lend me horses, I lend you armor, all for the convenience of battle!"

"Borrow from me?... Alright! Thanks, brother!"

Ao Hala was momentarily speechless but still changed into the armor and put on the iron helmet, expressing gratitude to Maha Aguda. He had experienced countless battles since young and had never worn armor. Once the heavy weight was on his body, his courage for battle seemed to suddenly increase significantly. As he kept touching the metal pieces inside the armor and the curve of the helmet top, it was evident that he cherished them dearly. Not far away, Bule was the same, both overwhelmed with excitement over the prized equipment that only the Ten Thousand Households Tribe possessed.

If at this moment someone proposed exchanging fifty horses for the armor worn by the two, they would probably grit their teeth and feel tempted to make the trade. After all, horses were plentiful on the prairie, but armor was truly rare and could be an heirloom treasure!

"It’s almost dawn! Let’s go!"

Maha Aguda looked at the time, estimating the daylight was near, and then went over to push the troops. The two hundred cavalry set out again, with dim starlight shining overhead as the silent warriors marched across the prairie. This boundless and vast feeling was something the Jurchen Cavalry had never experienced before. After all, the endless Black Water Forest always obscured the view, making it difficult to see far. At this moment, however, everyone mounted on horses gazed at the horizon, seeing only more flatland, as if entering a different world.

"Chieftain! Scouts have discovered night herders! The Forest Tribe must be very close!"

"Capture them for questioning! Inquire if their main force is in the camp? After questioning, kill them directly. Make sure no word gets out."

"Yes!..."

A few scouts went out again, and the grayish-white goats at the horizon seemed like spirit monsters in the black night fog. Herders sang leisurely under the starry night, unaware of the approaching danger. When the sharp arrows were shot, he suddenly fell off his horse, followed by a panicked half scream.

"Longevity Heaven! Who is it?... Ugh..."

The scouts from the River-side Tribe rushed forward swiftly, grabbing the herder’s throat and asking fiercely in a low voice. Moments later, a muffled scream and the flock lost their shepherd, slowly continuing to graze.

"Chieftain. The main force of the Forest Tribe is in the camp, just northeast, about six or seven miles away from us. They just completed the autumn festival, now gathering in the camp, wary of us, also preparing to contest the grasslands with us..."

"Ha! They’re all in the camp? Then it’s much easier! I was only worried they’d split and camp in different pastures... Being together makes it just right for a surround and hunt!"...

Wearing armor and riding a warhorse, Ao Hala’s face lit up with a smile. If the River-side Tribe were to act alone, facing these hundred or so gathered tribal bow cavalry, they might not be confident, with the odds fifty-fifty. But now, with the "Great Tribe’s" Armored Cavalry, it’s like chasing rabbits on horseback, catching them means a feast!

"Ah Gu brother! The Forest Tribe is only six or seven miles away. We can speed up, charge directly toward the opposing camp! When you see resistance, kill until there’s no more resistance, and everyone kneels!"

"Hmm!"

Maha Aguda nodded, turning to the ninety Jurchen Armored Cavalry and said solemnly.

"Follow our allies and pay attention to the straps on their arms! When you charge into the opposing camp, capture the main cavalry and kill! Don’t waste time on ordinary tribespeople. These people are our captives; don’t kill indiscriminately. As for the opposing cavalry... Kill at will, but refrain from randomly killing the horses!"

"Wushu, did you hear?"

"Ah?... Heard it, boss."

"Good! Then let’s go! Charge!"...

At Maha Aguda’s low shout, the speed of the mounts gradually increased, maintaining a pace like the rolling North American Wild Buffalo. Ao Hala led the light-equipped tribal bow cavalry, evident with slightly faster speed. They loosely skirmish at the front, encountering startled herders, unleashing a dozen arrows each to shoot them from the horse.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

"Enemy... ugh!"

"Dada da... thump thump thump!!"

The sound of hooves grew increasingly close and fast. Just two hundred cavalry charging made the grassland soil tremble. Soon, as the first light of dawn fell from the eastern sky, the fenced-in nomadic camp of the Forest Tribe was exposed to everyone’s sight.

"Woo! Woo woo!"

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"A large group of enemies is coming from the southwest!"

"Where’s my bow? Where’s my spear?!"

"Get on the horse! Get on the horse!"

Both sides were exposed in sight, the camp already in chaos. The outermost alert herders urgently blew the warning horn, the sound of death echoing through the camp.

At this moment, all the strong men of the tribe rushed to the horse pen, urgently mounted their warhorses. It was the iron rule of the prairie: facing a surprise enemy attack, regardless of weaponry at hand, one must mount a horse to have a chance!

As for the women and children in the camp, they huddled in the tents. They were the spoils of war from tribal skirmishes, having little choice and no time to arm them.

"Horse rope! Horse rope!"

Bule rode his warhorse, with several valiant scouts, spinning the nomadic tribes’ horse rope, then precisely hooked the fence. Following this, the cavalry ran their horses backward, only within a dozen breaths pulling down the fence, clearing a path for attack.

"The road is open! The road is open!"

"Longevity Heaven protect us! Kill them! Charge!"

"Haha! Chief Divine protect us! Charge with me!"