Swinging the sword to cut through the clouds and dreams

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America!

The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years!

But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America!

Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Weizti finally caught up with the progress. Panting, he dragged Chiwaco to the pavilion between the fields. The neatly organized fields were clearly demarcated, with a large thatched pavilion every some distance. Inside the pavilion, there were several large barrels and a corner piled with farming tools and seeds, with a simple altar for the Chief Divine in the center. It was raining today, and the sun wasn't too fierce. Once the rain stopped, it would be impossible to work under the midday sun; they would have to rest in the shade.


Chapter 242: Spring Plowing, Military Farming, and Fields_2