Father Mavie

Chapter 845 Montezuma III (two in one, please subscribe!!!)

Snapped!

The golden cup hit the ground heavily, and the rich golden wine splashed around. Montezuma III, who was wearing a crown, sternly asked his city administrator: "Why did the mission of the Church of Truth appear in the city! Who let them in?" of!"

City Administrator Pars was trembling, and he was the only one who signed the document. It was obvious that Montezuma III knew about this matter, but because there were so many ministers involved, he had to pretend not to know to exert pressure. give an order.

As long as the city administrator, prime minister and other ministers use the donkeys to drive Goncharov and others out of the city, nothing will happen. When they get up early tomorrow morning, it will still be good for you and me.

Pars understood that he also knew what to do to calm Montezuma III's anger, but...

"Your Majesty, there are no missions from the Church of Truth in the city." Pars said with a trembling voice: "They are workers, workers hired by the Pluto Chamber of Commerce."

"That's just an excuse they use to disguise themselves! An excuse!"

Montezuma III was furious: "They say they are workers of the Pluto Chamber of Commerce, do they mean they are workers? Why are you so stupid! Drive them out immediately!"

Pars bit the bullet and said: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. They have complete procedures and fully comply with the imperial laws you established. If they are driven out regardless of the justice of the law, who will respect the royal family in the future?"

His pupils contracted slightly. Montezuma III stared closely at the city administrator Pars who was kneeling in front of him. He was breathing heavily, and a muffled thunder sound like a roaring lion came from his chest. He was very angry and would soon be unable to suppress his heart. of anger.

Although it was Pars who contradicted him, what really made Montezuma III feel troublesome was the high-level empire represented by Pars!

The Aztec Empire was only a hundred years old, and it should have been its most powerful period, but Montezuma III understood that the royal family's control over the empire was no longer what it used to be.

After all, more than ten years ago, the Aztec Empire lost the war with the United States of America and ceded a large area of ​​northern territory, including California, Nevada, Utah, Texas and many other lands.

It was precisely because of that war that the Aztec Empire lost more than half of its territory and could only retreat to the south to survive.

It was Montezuma's father, Montezuma II, who started this war. After losing the war, Montezuma II fell ill and was unconscious before his death. He kept muttering: "God is too far away from us, and We're too close to Citigroup again"

Montezuma III kept these words in mind. Since he came to the throne, he has always wanted to regain the lost northern land. Especially since the Civil War broke out in the United States of America, he has always wanted to send troops to attack. However, the southern slave army is supported by the Doomsday Party. He is half a member of our own family, but he can’t fight, and he doesn’t want to help.

If it was just like this, Montezuma III would not be discouraged. He believed that an opportunity would appear one day, especially after the southern slave army retreated steadily. He felt that the opportunity had arrived.

As long as the northern army defeated the southern slave army and the United States of America was unified, wouldn't he be able to legitimately launch a war?

By then, not only will the Doomsday Party support him, but he will also receive support from the Church of Truth!

After all, it was well known that Pope Marvel was hostile to the United States of America.

If the Church of Truth can be united, they will attack from the north of the United States of America, and the Aztec Empire will attack from the south. Attacking from both sides, with a large army pressing down on the border, the United States of America will not be able to care about each other!

Grand plans and ambitions are all wonderful, but reality slapped Montezuma III in the face.

The Church of Truth refuses to ally with the Doomsday Party!

The plan was ruined before it was implemented!

What made Montezuma III even more annoyed was that the Doomsday Party actually rejected his war proposal! If he insists on provoking a war, the Doomsday Party will not give him any support!

In addition, there is opposition even within the empire. High-ranking ministers are unwilling to start a war. They feel that life is wonderful, so why take risks?

The empire was suffering from internal and external troubles, and something like this happened. Montezuma III was not only angry but also sad.

These important officials of the empire have long forgotten their mission as Aztecs, the bloodshed of white people killing their own kind, and the history of hatred.

They were corrupted, corrupted by white people's thoughts, greedy for wealth and immersed in their own desires. Greed made them suck the glory of the empire like leeches, sucking the spinal cord of the people, making the empire weak and vain. , becomes vulnerable!

Only those Indians who had fled from the north still maintained a strong fighting spirit. This was something Montezuma III was slightly pleased about. For this reason, he specially trained an Indian army to prepare for emergencies.

Now it seems it's time to put it to use.

Montezuma III lowered his eyes, turned around, and waved his arms: "Back off!"

City Administrator Pars was relieved: "I obey, your great Majesty."

After Pars left, Prince Huna came to his father's side. While watching the city administrator's leaving figure, he bent down to pick up the golden cup that fell to the ground: "Father, why are you so angry? What's the problem? You can discuss it with Mr. Russell!”

Russell Lister, the high-level gospel of the Doomsday Party, his status is second only to the party leader. Montezuma III's face darkened when he heard this name, and he coldly snorted: "Don't bother him!"

"Mr. Russell is a consultant to the Empire from the Doomsday Party. Father, do you hate him?"

"How many times have I told you not to interact with him!" Montezuma III scolded: "The Aztecs are descendants of the Sun God! The Doomsday Party does not respect the Sun God and will be punished sooner or later!"

Hu Na nodded: "We now need to use the power of the Doomsday Party to hide our strength and identity, and we cannot fall out with them."

"You just understand."

His face softened slightly, Montezuma III sighed: "Don't imitate your brother. He is idle all day long and does not want to make progress. The throne must be yours in the future. You must inherit the will of the Aztec Empire and lead the Aztecs to the future." brilliant!"

"Yes, father, I will definitely work hard."

"Go to your mother and don't go out tonight."

After speaking, Montezuma III walked out of the stone hall and came to the temple directly below the sun disk. An old priest with white hair covered with bones was praying. When he heard footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes.

Montezuma III first put his hands together in worship, and then asked: "Is it okay now?"

The old priest nodded slightly, stood up with the help of the two wizards, walked aside with a cane, and gave up his position.

It is now noon, and the hot and dazzling sunlight shines from the center of the sun disk, shining straight on the black stone in the center of the temple. The surface of the black stone is glowing with a bright green light, flowing like a liquid.

The old priest was sitting on this stone to pray just now. This time it was Montezuma III's turn. However, Montezuma III took one more step than the old priest. After kneeling on the black stone to complete the tedious prayer process, he took two thin black stones handed over by the wizard and placed them on his eyes. He raised his head and looked through The center of the disk looks up to the sun.

When you normally look up at the sun, you will always be blinded by the sun's scorching and dazzling rays. Staring forcibly will only hurt your eyes. In severe cases, you may even become temporarily blind or lose your vision. If you wear sunglasses, you will see a continuous haze. The golden sphere emitting arc light and the black stone tablets worn by Montezuma III have a similar effect, except that

What he saw was more than just a golden ball.

Under the influence of the black stone flakes, the sunlight that is constantly emitted from the sun begins to distort, like wisps of swirling smoke, or like small snakes drilling in the jungle, intertwined together, forming an indistinguishable mass. Phantom.

At the same time, Montezuma III also heard a whisper in his ears. He listened carefully, like some kind of dull whisper that only sounded in the middle of the night.

"Tonatih, I want to borrow your power to make my soldiers invincible."

"Yes, yes, I understand that I can't be exposed now"

"I must do it, otherwise the Aztecs will be corrupted by foreign ideas, and many people are no longer loyal to you."

"You agree? That's great. With your help, I will be able to restore the glory of the Aztec Empire!"

With devout thanks, Montezuma III took off the black stone piece, with a joyful expression on his face. After clasping his hands to the old priest, he quickly walked out of the temple.

As soon as he left, Huna came to the temple with his hind legs.

"Master Priest, may I pray?"

"Of course, Prince Huna, the great Tonatih will treat every believer equally."

In the deep courtyard of the palace, in a field with countless wooden stakes, a legion of thousands of people are undergoing fighting training. Judging from their appearance and skin color, they seem to be no different from the Aztecs, but their unique clothing and faces are unique. It is painted with colorful patterns, full of primitive and barbaric atmosphere.

This is a regiment of Indians, selected from multiple tribes migrating from the north. Each of them is a strong adult man, shouldering the mission of protecting the tribe.

The training has been going on for several years, day after day, never slacking off. These people have been trained to become brave soldiers. They come here not because of money, but just for the hope of revenge.

Montezuma III was recognized by them because he had the same aspirations as them.

This is not a simple matter. The Indians and the Aztecs have a long history of hostility. If it were not for the United States of America, the Indians would never accept the olive branch offered by Montezuma III, let alone the subsequent events. Approved.

What was placed on the shelf next to it were not the spears or bows that had been used against the whites, but the serious Edward No. 1 bolt-action rifle, which was an advanced weapon purchased by Montezuma III from the United States of America.

Those who fail to keep up with the times will be eliminated. Montezuma III, who wants revenge, certainly knows this. He will not be stupid enough to let his soldiers carry spears and bows to fight the United States of Citi. If he wants revenge, he can only be more advanced than the United States of Citi. !

To this end, Montezuma III made a lot of efforts. He built schools, set up factories, attracted investment, and prepared to change the Aztec Empire from top to bottom, from the inside out.

His plan went very smoothly. The Aztec Empire became richer and stronger day by day. Just get rid of the unavoidable moths that appeared.

It is difficult to achieve great things if you are kind-hearted and soft-handed.

As soon as Montezuma III appeared, the soldiers stopped training one after another and came to him, hoping to hear the words "The time has come" and "The opportunity for revenge has come" from his mouth.

"I need you to help me get rid of these people."

Under the hopeful gaze, Montezuma III took out a list and map. The list was written in Indian characters, and the map was a map of Mexico City with the route and address marked on it.

The leading Indian took the map and list and accepted them silently. They did not need to ask anything. Over the years, Montezuma III had never made any request to them, not even an order. He just kept training them and delivered them every day. The best food, the best herbs, and sent home letters and money to their families, helped the Indian tribes migrating from the north to settle, distributed fields, cattle and sheep, and gave them a living area.

Recognition was not formed overnight, it was more of a subtle change, but what really made the Indians recognize it was the oath taken by Montezuma III.

"I will definitely take you to revenge."

That day, Montezuma III cut his palm open with a sharp blade, made the heaviest blood oath in the eyes of the Indians, and made a promise at the price of his own soul.

Today, Montezuma III asked them to get rid of the prime minister and city administrators in order to prepare for the future attack on the United States of America.

"I'm going to remove all the peace officers to make the streets safe, but only for an hour."

After explaining, Montezuma III turned and left. He believed in the abilities of these soldiers and one hour was more than enough.

The sun gradually set, night fell, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street. Until midnight, the back door of the palace suddenly opened, and a group of soldiers rushed out, all barefoot, carrying rifles, running silently on the street at extremely fast speeds.

They divided their troops into several groups and followed the pre-discussed route and followed the map to find the residences of the prime minister, city administrator and other important officials of the empire. Facing the high wall, one person leaned against the wall, and the other rushed towards him, stepping on the palms and shoulders of his companions. He jumped onto the wall, then turned around and reached out to hold the arm offered by his companion. In just ten seconds, he broke through the first line of defense.

In the dark, their skin color was their best cover. Under the witness of the moon, they quietly and quickly pulled out the dagger from their waists and slit the guard's neck. When they came to the bedroom, the prime minister was panting on the body of a young girl. , unaware of the approach of death.

A sharp knife pierced the back courtyard. The prime minister's eyes widened and he was about to let out a howl like a slaughtered pig. His throat was cut open and hot blood spurted out. Before the young girl could react, the soldier twisted it. her neck.

The scalp was cut off with the blade and put into the bag. The soldiers quickly retreated and came in a hurry.

Go in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)