Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"The Tail Feather Clan is a small clan, with a population of no more than tens of thousands, and not many samurai. Their ruling center lies fifty miles south in Dzibilchaltun, the stone-carved city, and eighty miles south in Tiho City. They have only these two city-states, and the coastal Tail Village, besides collecting tribute annually, is almost unmanaged, without any Divine Descendant Nobility or stationed samurai."

Tiho City, known in later generations as Mérida, is also the largest city of Mexico on the Yucatan Peninsula, famous for its tourism industry around historical monuments.

"The Tail Feather Clan, a small clan of tens of thousands..."

Old Militia Chiwaco pondered for a moment, then made a decision.

"We didn't have time to resupply at Salt Village, and the fleet's food and water are running low. Old Pu, take more warriors ashore and make sure to adequately replenish food and water. Remember, trade well with the villagers, using gemstones and gold and silver from the ship as exchange, no forced dealings!"

"Alright. I'll follow your orders."

Puap looked at the simple village and the desolate coast, uninterested, nodding slightly. Watching the journey about to end across the Lowland Maya, yet still having no solution to the Divine Eagle Curse upon him, filled him with deep sorrow!

The old militia sternly glared at Puap for a few moments. Then he turned to Priest Tomate.

"Praise the Chief Divine! Priest Tomate, would you..."

"Praise the Chief Divine! I wish to go ashore and take a closer look at this peculiar Chaos Temple!"

Priest Tomate, full of enthusiasm, embraced the scriptures once more. To him, anything related to the Divine holds endless charm.

"Oh! Let Tikalo accompany me and provide some explanations!"

Chiwaco hesitated for a moment, glanced at the peaceful village and coast, and then at Tikalo, who was dressed in full attire, and nodded slightly.

"...Alright! Then I'll stay on the ship, make sure to return as soon as you can! May the Chief Divine protect us!"

"May the Chief Divine protect us!"

The three quickly reached an agreement. Priest Tomate took Tikalo and immediately boarded a small boat heading to shore. Meanwhile, Huitu Puap led two hundred of the Kingdom's Warriors and Tribal Warriors ashore in succession. After the recent encounter at Salt Village, he made sure to bring enough men, all in full armor. The old militia stayed at the bow of the ship, gazing at the southern continent and then looking toward the distant homeland, lost in thought.

The sun rose and then slanted westward, the dusk dyeing the clouds. Flying birds rose from the eastern woods, with the faint calls of partridges. Sailors moved back and forth along the coast, yet the beach remained tranquil. This rare peace seemed destined to continue indefinitely.

Puap, leading the warriors, busied themselves for most of the day, only managing to replenish fresh water, while food was still insufficient. He stroked his chin, pondering whether to delve further inland to find other villages for trade, when suddenly he heard the warning sound of a bone whistle!

"Toot! Toot toot!..."

Atop the Chaos Pyramid, two alert Prepecha Warriors furiously blew their bone whistles. Then several scout warriors hurriedly ran from the south, shouting loudly.

"Mayans! Maya Warriors! A large group of Maya Warriors is charging toward us!"

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Puap's face changed dramatically. He hurriedly, in a fluster, put on the medium bronze armor he took off due to heat, simultaneously shouting stern orders.

"Quick! Quick! Everyone armor up! Drop the goods in your hands, take up your arms, rally quickly!"

The anxious Huitu warriors swiftly donned their armor, deploying the trusted aide to organize the ranks. Then, carrying a greatbow, holding long spears, and slinging a bronze axe, he dashed up the small Pyramid Temple. Standing at the high point of the temple, he looked far toward the south, only to see a massive group of Maya Warriors hurriedly approaching from several miles away, raising clouds of dust on their march.

"One hundred, two hundred, four hundred, six hundred... at least six or seven hundred people!"

Puap stood on tiptoe to count roughly the other side's numbers. The opponent's marching speed was extremely fast, and in just a brief moment, the armors on their bodies could be seen clearly.

"Ah, most of them are wearing leather armor and wooden armor? All elite Maya Warriors! Where is this group from? Wasn't it said that the Tail Feather Clan was just a small tribe? Tikalo!..."

After a moment of observation, just as the Huitu Warrior was about to call out, the Mayan merchant arrived gracefully. Narrowing his eyes, he watched the approaching troop, observing the Heavenly Serpent Family Crest on their armor, with such excitement on his face that it flushed red.

"They're here! They're here! They've finally come! Hahaha!... Human effort can overcome! I've done so much preparation, finally waiting for this day, this moment!"

Mayan merchant Tikalo bit his lip hard, clenching his fists under his luxurious robe, digging his nails into his flesh. The sudden pain from his lips and palms forced his face to regain its composure. Casting a silent glance at the southeastern mountain forest, he lowered his eyes. Once opened again, his expression was one of grave solemnity. He glanced at the still absent Priest Tomate and quickly moved to stand before Huitu Warrior, speaking in a low voice.

"Captain Puap, this band of Maya Warriors is charging at us ferociously, filled with hostility, I'm afraid!"

"Hmm?"

Puap furrowed his brows, gazing at the hundreds of approaching Maya Warriors, impatiently urging.

"Speak quickly! I need to get down and organize for battle immediately!"

"Look at their armor, it's even more elite than that of the Canul Guardian Clan. And see the serpent-shaped family crest on their armor! Such a crest belongs only to the strongest clan!"