Chapter 205 Harassment

The night wind blew southward from the capital, across the fifty-mile plains, and stopped at Patzcuaro City. When the morning light illuminated the sky and the earth, the envoys from the capital hurriedly set off and continued to run southeast. More than a dozen warriors with the hummingbird family crest escorted two cloaked envoys, passing the large group of militiamen transporting grain, and walked quietly and silently in the plains.

They bypassed the dilapidated village, walked through the uninhabited hills, and came to the sparse woods. The light trees on the tropical plateau were cherry red, which were fresh new branches that had just sprouted in the spring breeze. The long grass up to one meter covered the forest, swaying in the wind. The slender grass tips were dotted with long blue spikes, like a sea of ​​lavender.

The soft green cicada flowers were entwined between the branches, forming layers of pink buds, waiting for the blooming season. Their flowering period is very long, starting from the first rain in April until the end of the rainy season in October. The trumpet-shaped flowers will grow and die in the wind and rain, accompanied by the songs of the people in the lake who are busy with farming. That is the beauty of the water town, engraved in the hearts of every Tarasco.

"When the red cicada flowers bloom and the tears of the gods fall, the food supply of the Mexica people will become difficult. The fate of the kingdom is accompanied by flowers. Can we hold on until the end of the rainy season?"

Seeing the familiar flowers and smelling the fragrance in the wind, the messenger slowed down and stopped for a while. He had a heavy secret in his heart and knew the whole picture of the war, so his expression was a little sad.

Suddenly, in the distance of the forest, several refracted lights flashed. The messenger was slightly startled, and then the alarm sounded. This is... Obsidian!

"Beware!"

Dozens of lurking hunters stood up and surrounded the messenger's team in an instant. Their clothes were covered with long grass, like monsters emerging from the grass and trees. Only the tall leader at the head was wearing green warrior leather armor. Then, the hunters pulled the longbow without hesitation, making a continuous buzzing sound. "Swish, swish" the rain of arrows came in an instant, completely piercing through the warriors of Tarasco, and they fell to the ground one after another, and the screams of agony instantly echoed in the forest.

The leader of the warriors concentrated and aimed for a moment, and then burst into a roar.

"Hit the leg!"

A feather arrow flew like lightning, accompanied by the whistling wind, and pierced the thigh of the messenger in the center. The messenger immediately lost his balance and fell under the bright light tree. The deputy messenger who was accompanying him trembled, crouched in front of the messenger, and tried to help him up.

Toltec shouted loudly, fired four arrows in a row, and shot down all the standing enemy warriors. Then, he pulled out the war stick at his waist, swung it hard, and led the surrounding tribal militia to the fallen messenger.

The messenger barely sat up and looked around. The warriors on both sides all fell to the ground, either seriously injured or dead. He looked at the young deputy messenger next to him. The deputy envoy was trembling all over after the sudden change. He pulled out the long dagger from his waist with difficulty, but he couldn't hold it steady.

The envoy took another look at the approaching Mexica and swallowed hard. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already full of cruelty.

"Come here."

The envoy stretched his right hand to his waist and barely called the deputy envoy with his left hand.

The young deputy envoy heard the shout and trembled again, then hurriedly leaned over to approach.

"We can't escape. For the sake of the supreme king, the news must not be leaked. So."

The envoy's expression was distorted and his face was full of cruelty. He stretched out his left hand, grabbed the deputy envoy, and then stretched out his right hand holding the dagger, swiftly and forcefully scratched the other's neck, and blood splattered immediately.

The deputy envoy's eyes suddenly widened, there was a cold pain in his neck, and the fear of dying was in his mind. He opened his mouth, vaguely "woooo" twice, and fell on the envoy, waiting for death to come weakly.

Seeing this sudden scene, Toltec was startled. He shouted angrily, rushed forward, and approached the messenger within ten steps in an instant.

The messenger gritted his teeth fiercely. He suddenly exerted force with his right hand, and with a "puff", he inserted the dagger into his left chest, sinking it to the handle. Then, the intense pain made his pupils shrink sharply, and the blood loss made him completely lose strength. He silently raised his head and fell down, opened his eyes and looked at the red cicada flowers that had not yet bloomed, and his mouth opened and closed, and he was silent in a moment.

Toltec leaned over anxiously, checked the two messengers who fell to the ground, and then stood up in annoyance. He went to check the warriors with the hummingbird family crest, and interrogated the injured survivors, only to find that they were messengers from the royal capital, going to the king's camp in the southeast.

"Damn it! These messengers are so fierce, what news do they want to convey?"

Toltec frowned, and fumbled on the messenger for a while, only to find two wooden signs with hummingbirds painted on them, and a jade letter. He stood up, watched for a while, then waved his hand and called his trusted warriors.

"Did these hummingbird warriors tell us any useful information?"

"Boss, your army and the Chapala Corps fought a decisive battle on the western plains. Thirty thousand enemy troops were destroyed in one day. God bless your highness! A real victory!"

The trusted man shouted with joy on his face.

Hearing this, Toltec smiled and waved his war stick and shouted loudly.

"Good, good, very good! God bless your highness, I, Toltec, am very happy! Gather the scattered teams, go back to celebrate with wine tonight, and drink up all the stolen wine! You will be my messenger, and return to Huayamo Fortress tomorrow to congratulate your highness and report the latest military situation!"

"Thank you, boss!" The trusted man also laughed out loud. Then, he looked distressed and counted on his fingers.

"What military intelligence should be reported? In the past month or two, we attacked five, six, and seven grain transport teams, and intercepted two, three, and four messengers. Then we killed two patrolling warrior teams, looted more than a dozen noble estates, and sacrificed hundreds of nobles and warriors. Is it okay for me to say this?"

"Stupid, really stupid!" Toltec stretched out his hand and knocked on the head of his confidant, saying angrily.

"What's the point of your nagging! I asked you to read more books and fight less, but you didn't take it to heart. Remember, report to His Highness: First, under the attack of our Black Wolf Corps, the grain transportation of Patzcuaro was reduced by half, and thousands of militiamen were killed and scattered. Second, there are many messengers from the capital to the southeast recently. There should be some urgent military intelligence to convey, but the specific content is unknown. Three"

Toltec scratched his head, thought for a while, and asked his confidant.

"Have you made any new discoveries in the past few days?"

"New discoveries? By the way, the number of people transporting food in the Tarasco people is increasing, but the amount of food transported is obviously decreasing."

"The amount of food is decreasing? There are so many enemies in the southeast, and the amount of food consumed every day is a fixed amount. Under our harassment, in order to maintain sufficient food supply and make up for the losses along the way, they should transport more food and grass, why is it decreasing?"

Toltec continued to speak thoughtfully.

"Third, the enemy's food transported to the front line is decreasing, or the food is insufficient, and there should be changes on the southeast front line. Your Highness, please send a large army to move south as quickly as possible."

The confidant nodded and kept all of this in mind. Then, he joked with a shameless face.

"Boss, you said so much, it's hard for me to remember it all. Why don't you take out a pen and paper and write it down for me?"

"Get lost!!"

Toltec shouted angrily and knocked the confidant's head hard. Then he turned around and walked away without looking back. The laughter drifted away, leaving behind only the long grass stained with blood and the red cicada flowers that were about to bloom.