Aztec Eternals

Xiulott strode out of the papermaking office, and in the fear and admiration of the craftsmen, he left a small but stalwart back. After turning the corner and walking for a while, he stopped and his heart was pounding.

After pausing for a moment, the boy calmly raised his head and looked at the sky. The scorching sun was scorching hot, the sun was bright, and several clear blue smoke rose from the eastern sky. When the warriors arrived, he went straight there.

Burning charcoal and bricks requires a lot of raw materials and occupies a large area, so they are arranged in the east of the Shenqi Institute, close to convenient waterways. This piece is on the outskirts of the city and has beautiful scenery. Originally, there were many residences of Texcoco nobles. There were green willows in gardens and green pines in flowing water.

However, after the **** sacrifice, the great nobles of Texcoco went to the kingdom of God, the minor nobles were imprisoned and trained, and the land was requisitioned by Shen Qi together. Now, part of the noble residence has been converted into a research center, and the rest is used as a samurai residence and a community of artisans. As for the thousands of local civilians, only a few people can move out, and most of them are under the jurisdiction of Shenqi, and they have been incorporated into military households and used as labor for servants.

In the classical militarized society, all things are military first, and the administration is often brutal and powerful, and it is directly effective.

According to Shilott's plan, all artisans involved in important projects will be moved here, relying on the divided waterways to form a new gated community. In the community, the households were organized into Qimin, and the warriors were stationed to complete the personal control of the craftsmen. Outside the community, sentries are set up, strictly sealed, and the approach of unrelated people is prohibited.

His idea came from the Venetian island of Murano: to isolate senior production craftsmen, to control the formulation of glass and mirrors, to promote research and development incentives, and to minimize technology leakage. Of course, there are still twenty-four years before the birth of the first Venetian mirror. And the wealth secret of the Venetian mirror will be maintained for one hundred and fifty years.

The group of people walked in a hurry, and with great momentum, passed through the house and the waterway, and arrived at the lake after a while.

Shulot raised his head and looked around, not far away, was the light on Lake Texcoco. The continuous fleet continued day and night, the sailors on the oars were dripping with sweat, and the warriors accompanying the boat were stubborn and resolute. They transported food and supplies to the camp in the north, and then returned to the capital to return tribute to the various states.

The young man stopped for a moment, and his thoughts flew far away.

"October besieged the city, and January is over. The elders have repeatedly postponed the New Year's sacrifice, are they waiting for news from the north? Reform ultimately requires the sacrifice of life, both ours and the enemy's.

And the tribute of the new year has begun. Do the vassals of the north and south dare to refuse the tribute? The wars of the Mexicas have never stopped, and the wars of the Mexicas are about to begin... The divine revelation will bring an unparalleled war to end all wars! ..."

Sherlot quietly looked ahead. Not far away, the villagers rowed small boats, dragging wooden rafts floating in the water, loaded with fine-textured clay, and turned from the lake shore into the waterway. Immediately, under the supervision of the samurai, they unloaded the wood and clay to this newly built military artisan district.

Next, the wood is dried and split into firewood, which is used as the raw material for burning charcoal; after the clay is piled up, the mud is practiced to make the mud billet for burning bricks. The drying of wood and the accumulation of clay are time-consuming, often taking months, and the raw materials used come from stockpiles. But chopping firewood, refining mud, and making billets are extremely labor-intensive.

As far as the young man's eyes could see, hundreds of people were bowing their heads and bowing their heads, using simple stone tools, busy beside the empty river bank, and the sound of chopping wood and scraping of billets could be heard in the distance.

Dozens of garrisoned warriors were scattered around the center and periphery. They grouped together and fought each other with bladeless sticks for fun. On the ground of both sides of the fighting, there are scattered belongings, and the surrounding warriors are watching intently, probably winning or losing a gamble. A little further away, there are a few middle-aged warriors scattered here and there, half leaning against the shadow of the big tree, resting with squinting eyes.

This place is far away from the strict divine revelation, and is guarded by some worthless wood and dirt. The warriors are obviously lax in discipline and relaxed.

Shirott's brows furrowed slightly, and then eased away again.

It doesn't matter here for the time being, and it's not easy to criticize the loyal warriors of the direct line. Although the Sharia has banned gambling, it has not been promoted after all. Military gaming has always been difficult to ban, as long as it is not too large and affects the military's combat power, it is reluctantly acceptable.

And such a form of martial arts will help improve the warrior's combat power and consume excess energy, but it is worth promoting. As for the purge of military discipline, we have to wait until before the war.

In an instant, the young man's thoughts changed. Afterwards, he raised his head slightly, stared at the green smoke in front of him, and the mound of firewood and charcoal under the green smoke, waiting peacefully.

A slight and sharp eagle's cry echoed from under the tree, and the guarding warriors jumped up like frightened cats. They looked around vigilantly, and when they saw the elite guard warriors, they reacted quickly. With a few precise kicks, the samurai players kicked the property on the ground into the mounds and grass, showing their extraordinary ball-playing ability. Then they trotted to meet, standing neatly. The middle-aged warrior under the tree also straightened his back, staggered and alert.

Seeing the reaction of the samurai, Shirot nodded slightly. The young man shifted his gaze and saw a middle-aged and elderly warrior walking steadily from under the tree. His eyes are like copper bells, his cheekbones are high and his body is strong, and he looks quite fierce, but his face is full of familiar smiles.

Seeing the old samurai's kind smile, Shilot also smiled slightly.

This place is quite important in his future planning, and naturally it is handed over to the trustworthy old man of the holy city, the civilian warrior Etalik. Speaking of which, the old warrior Etaliq, grandfather guard Elvi, and nitrate steward Esco belonged to the same family. They also served as the guards of the Butterfly Palace and followed the holy city royal family for several generations.

With the growth of the Holy City lineage, these retainer-like private army warriors were successively promoted. They held important middle-level positions in various places, expanded the influence of the Holy City, and became a natural faction in the new military and political group of the alliance. The branch of the royal family where Shulot is located relies on these loyal direct line powers~www.readwn.com~ to be able to grasp the actual central power and establish a firm foothold in the capital.

The reason for the faint opposition between the teenager and Avit lies not only in the supreme power, but also in the two different royal factions. The two royal families have their own roots and are connected by blood, but there is a contradiction in power.

Driven by the forces of different factions, it is difficult for them to cooperate with each other inside and outside the brothers and fully trust them like Montezuma I and the elders. And in the distant future, only when the two royal families merge into one can they run in with each other again and rebuild the balance of power!

At present, only by relying on the vassals of the direct line, Shirot can realize his will, not the king's will. These retainers and warriors come from the inheritance of generations, they are solid and cohesive people, and they are also the accumulation of the most lacking in the rough heroes.

After a while, Etalik walked up to the boy with a smile. He knelt down on one knee and bowed in a low voice.

"Your Highness, I pray for you. May the tengu protect the sun and the sun rises in the sky."

Hearing this, Bertard's eyes lit up, he looked at the old warrior carefully, smiled kindly at the other party, and saluted the convenience.

Shilote thought for a moment, then shook his head helplessly. He intentionally reminded two words.

"Etalic, it's better to be cautious when stationed outside."

Etalek smiled knowingly, but said.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, the warriors look loose, but they are actually very alert. There are people always paying attention to key positions, and there is nothing wrong with these craftsmen!"

Hearing this, Shilot observed the middle-aged warriors under the tree again, and saw their open eyes, the throwing spears on their backs, and the position they controlled... The boy nodded slowly.

The two chatted a few more times, and Etalik respectfully led the way. He pinched his lower lip, the eagle chirped again, and the warriors scattered. The old samurai led His Highness towards the charcoal pile filled with blue smoke.