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!

At the end of September, the corn in the Lake Region had just matured, bending the green stalks. The fragrance of the grains carried in the wind, along with flocks of birds that came attracted by the scent.


The farmers of the village were mobilized, sleeping in the fields day and night, to kill the birds and beasts that stole the corn. These hard days would last for more than ten days, until the corn was fully ripe, and only then would the farmers begin to harvest.


In this era, to maximize yield as much as possible, corn was always harvested late. Tender corn was a luxury for the nobility, while the majority of the common people ate corn that was old, yellow, and hard, biting into which could chip a tooth. From an agricultural perspective, this was to fully utilize the after-ripening process of the crops. It wasn't until the leaves turned yellow, the husks white, and the stalks died completely, that one or two more dou could be harvested.


Chapter 371: The Creation of the Military Workshops, the 2-pounder Divine Eagle Cannon!