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The rising sun rises from the sacred mountain in the Eastern Valley, illuminating the fertile plains of the Western Lake District. On the plain, there are crimson marks of fighting, extending to the end of the river. In the center of the interlaced traces is the endless Mexica camp, like a hunter in a red spider web, enjoying the peace after hunting.

The army camped in the open air, simple in shape, but full of chills. More than 20,000 legion elites were stationed in the camp, guarding a large number of prisoners. The patrolling elite warriors stretched their bows and held sticks, and spread out for several miles, alerting the southeast.

In the distance, there was a loud eagle cry, and then the fierce figure of a jaguar warrior appeared. Wearing colorful leather armor, they escorted enemy warriors with their wrists tied. These elite chapters have no shortage of meat on weekdays, have night vision capabilities, and are the only troops that pursue overnight. In order to capture the prisoners' exploits, they chased out all night and spared the worthless militiamen. At this time, they finally returned with satisfactory results.

Shulot sat cross-legged in the big tent in the center, handling the complicated military affairs after the war, listening to the warriors' reports one after another. Even if he hadn't slept all night, he was still in high spirits and kept all the military information in his heart. It wasn't until the smoke rose from outside the tent and the guards served steaming tortillas that he relaxed and stretched his waist to look at Olosh beside him.

"So, in this war, we killed more than 1,500 soldiers, defeated 30,000 Chapala Corps, and captured more than 10,000 prisoners?"

The majestic jaguar warrior nodded. He looked at the calm young commander and said with a gratified smile.

"This is a divine victory, and it is also an epic that will be sung and sung! Nearly 50,000 warriors lined up for a decisive battle on the plain, shouting to the sky, and even the flying birds were scared to fall by the sound of fighting! Well, Let the poets write down the poem: The Lord God watched the battlefield of the battle of the gods, and blessed the highness of the divine revelation. He sent down a thunder of incomparable power, and gave the Mexica a doomed victory!"

After laughing, Orosh recalled what he saw in the battle and made a brief summary.

"The Chapala Legion is actually quite brave, and the militia are not afraid of death like dogs. Only when the wolves are commanded by the fox will they be wiped out and completely disintegrated. Of the 30,000 enemy troops, less than a third can escape back to the Lake District. One, that is, the three thousand warriors of the Feather Legion, and more than six thousand militiamen who have lost their fighting spirit. After this battle, the Chapala Lake District can no longer pose any threat to the back road!"

Sherlot thought for a while, then smiled knowingly. After this big defeat, the Chapala Lake District will be violently turbulent inside, and the outside will be chaotic.

The Feather Family who escaped was mainly responsible for the defeat, but was the only commander who retained the main force of the samurai, leaving him with not many choices. Regardless of whether the dispatched messengers played a sufficient role, when the news of the collapse of the main force in the Lake District came out, the Guamar dogs who migrated to the north and the Tecos tribe who resisted in the west would definitely react and attack the weakest enemy.

"Then there were about 10,000 badly wounded or killed enemy troops, and the warriors didn't count them carefully. We didn't have any extra wound medicine. If the wounded Chapalas couldn't walk on their own, they would always return to dust, so it's better offering sacrifices."

Shulu nodded calmly. On the battlefields of the Middle Ages, there was a lack of medicine and transportation, and serious injury meant death. This is often the case even for one's own samurai, if they have no special status, let alone a captured enemy.

"The last 10,000 enemy troops are now our surrendering troops or captives. In the camp, there are about 3,000 Chapala warriors who surrendered and captured, including the Sky Legion, which are worth spending a lot of effort to reorganize. Those who surrendered There are 2,000 skilled archers in the militia, which are rare elites and can be used."

"The remaining 6,000 Chapala militiamen are a huge number of troubles. They will create too much burden on the logistics, and they are also a very unstable group of young people, and they need enough manpower to suppress."

Speaking of which, Olosh paused slightly. He looked at the resolute young commander, with indifference ignoring life and death in his eyes, and Senhan who did not hide in his words.

"According to the convention of the alliance, the army is out on an expedition. Once a great victory is achieved and there are too many prisoners, there will be sacrifices on the spot after the war. I will sacrifice my life to the Lord God, and thank the God of War for the blessing!"

Hearing this, Xiulote lowered his eyes slightly, the balance in his heart swayed left and right, constantly weighing.

In a labor expedition, logistics is always the biggest pressure. The hinterland of Tarasco has been confiscated by the enemy. Except for the sturdy aristocratic manor, the countryside is full of refugees, young and old, and the weeds of the farmland. The long supply line starts from the capital city in the lake, goes down the river, transits through the estuary fortress, and then reaches the Huayamo fortress at the forefront. Every piece of food that arrives at the front line is very precious, which is the basis of the legion's expedition.

At this moment, the more than 10,000 unstable prisoners caused trouble to the Legion even more than when they were enemies.

After a while, Shilot shook his head and made up his mind.

"Olosh, religion is being reformed, and the Lord God wants to show mercy. If the alliance wants to establish a firm rule here, it cannot leave too much **** hatred. Although the killing of the captives will be done once and for all, it will lose the hearts of the people. Since I stand high On the mountain, you should focus on the distance. It is better to let the captured militia go away and let them spread the bravery and kindness of the legion to the distant Lake Chapala region.”

Oloshi first agreed loudly. Then, he frowned slightly and proposed in a low voice.

"His Royal Highness, simply releasing the captives may not have the effect you expected. The sun is burning with blood, and light and slaughter go hand in hand. We always have to screen the captives and reward and punish one or two."

Xiulott pondered for a while, and finally his expression became solemn, and he ordered aloud.

"Then assemble the priests of the army, sacrifice the wounded of the enemy, and hold a grand conversion ceremony for the prisoners! I will personally officiate, Etaliq and Natalie as deputy, and then let the religious warriors participate. Let Eze Pan told the militiamen that as long as they believe in the Lord God, they are the people who are blessed by God and can be released with tolerance!

Hearing this, Olosh saluted respectfully, bowed his head, turned around and strode away.

Soon, the priests set up high platforms, lit the roaring holy fire, and sang quaint songs. And the religious warriors were clad in armor and fierce, with fanatic expressions on their faces, forming a broad circle. This is the beginning of the ritual ceremony.

The Chapala captives, crying and howling in fear, were escorted by thousands of Mexica warriors to the camp where the ceremony was held. Then, the Tarrascos who had already surrendered came forward. They used the accent of the Lake District to appease the captives of Chapala, and relayed the will of His Highness: as long as you convert sincerely, you will be forgiven!

The captives slowly quieted down. Sacred chants wafted in the wind to the far reaches of the Lake District. When the sun rose to the sky, Shulot, dressed in solemn sacrificial clothes, climbed to the highest altar and sang ancient sacrificial verses.

Then, the faint blue flame was ignited, and the priests prayed loudly to the Lord God and danced madly. The warriors swung their weapons, thumped their shields, and let out a frenzied cry. Finally, the gunners ignited the leads of the wooden cannons, making the god-given weapon thunder again, resounding through the heavens and the earth! Amid the thunderous thunder, tens of thousands of captives crawled in horror. They bowed to the flames of the Lord God, to the roaring wooden beasts, and bowed down in fear.

Then the Temple Guard blew the death whistle, announcing the offering. The **** bless warriors then walked calmly, dragging in thousands of wounded enemy warriors, as well as hundreds of captured Chapala nobles. They are merciless, waving sacrificial daggers in front of the holy fire, allowing vitality to flow and life returning to the earth. The priests used the blood of the Baiyin family to mix the converted blood wine, placed it around the holy fire, and then summoned the sky warriors in the front row.

In the huge and exciting ceremony, Horta was the first to step forward. He raised his head in fear, looked at the glorious and solemn His Highness on the high platform, and then lowered his head to drink up the blood and wine. The strong fishy smell melted in his mouth. This was the smell of a glorious nobleman, and it was also the end of the Baiyin family. Thinking of this, he couldn't help shaking his hands and feet, knelt down in front of the holy fire, and handed his hair to the priest in front of him.

The old priest swung an obsidian dagger, cut off the head of the Sky Patriarch, and threw it into the blue fire. The scorched light smoke rose, and also took away part of the soul of the young master. With a kind smile on his face, the old priest said short prayers. With the words that seemed to possess magical power, Horta turned to the sun in the sky and sang the praises of the Supreme Lord God.

"Praise the Lord Huitzilopochtli! He is supreme and omnipotent. He who believes in God is saved... no matter where he was born, what his bloodline is..."

In the irritating smoke, Horta burst into tears and read the last sentence in a trance. Afterwards, the two thousand surrendered sky warriors stepped forward one by one, drank and cut their hair, changed their faith and saluted. They followed the successor of the head of the family, and since then they have allegiance to the alliance and devote themselves to the embrace of the Lord God.

Only a few dozen warriors refused to convert, and were immediately dragged away by the Temple Guard and sacrificed to death. The same thing happened to the samurai who did not want to surrender. The muffled screams were drowned out in the high prayers and passed away without a trace.

After the Chapala warriors, the captured militia. The militias watched the refusal with a longing to go home. Most of them obediently converted to the Lord God, fell to the ground in awe, recited inaccurate names of gods, and prayed to the blazing flames. Genius one second remember https://www..(com) https://m.

The conversion ceremony was grand and long, accompanied by progressively louder chanting. Until the sun sets in the west, the name of the main **** "Vizilopochtli" has resounded on the field and was deeply engraved into everyone's heart!

Sherlot stood for half a day and sat down with his legs crossed. His expression is solemn, like a sacred sculpture, and he does not make unnecessary words. Olosh took his place and announced loudly that the captured Chapala militia had all converted to the glory of the Lord God. In addition to the archers, the remaining 6,000 prisoners will be released on the spot as promised!

Afterwards, the surrounding Mexica warriors separated from left to right, leaving a passage to the west. Seeing that the release was coming as promised, the Chapala militiamen couldn't believe it, and no one dared to move for a while. They looked at each other, complex emotions changing on their faces, urging each other with their eyes.

Ezpan repeated it again in Tarasco dialect, demanding that the militias not flee to the south, but only go west to their homeland.

Only then did a bold prisoner stand up. He recited the name of the Lord God aloud, looked around nervously, walked out of the crowd one step at a time, until he was more than ten paces away from the Mexica warriors, and suddenly ran fast to the west.

Seeing this scene, the prisoners in the camp were silent. They were apprehensive, watching the warriors on the periphery, making sure that no one was dispatched to arrest, or raise their bows to shoot arrows, and suddenly became restless. The Chapala militiamen walked with their heads bowed, chanting the newly learned name of the Lord God, as if they were chanting a talisman for protection. They were like a panicked herd of deer, swarmed and scattered, then scurried westward until they became little dots on the horizon. The fastest terminal https://m..c/o/m

Horta knelt on the ground and looked at the militiamen heading west, showing deep envy. Then, he glanced at His Highness smiling on the high platform, and suddenly a trace of intimacy and some inexplicable trust emerged.

"Perhaps, allegiance to the Alliance and following His Highness would be the right choice..."

The young Sky Clan lowered their heads~www.readwn.com~ and held the sun talisman around their necks, praying softly, this is a gift from His Highness.

Xiulote smiled and watched as the six thousand militiamen chanted the god's name and were released one after another.

He knew that most Chapalas were only in awe for a while, and as long as they could escape back to their hometown, they would regain their belief in the Three Gods. However, this experience will be like a seed, planted in their hearts, waiting for the changing times to sprout one day in the future. It is also like a brand, imprinted in the soul of the militiamen, forever distinguishing them from the people around them.

"After solving the back-road threat and dealing with the current affairs, it's time to go south to the capital!"

Shulot stood up. His eyes were bright, looking to the southeast sky.

From the battlefield to the southeast, only a few days away from the battlefield, is the capital of Tarasco, Qin Congcan. Many soldiers of the Chapala Corps escaped. The result of this war will quickly spread to the capital city, to the south, and then to the front line in the southeast. The battle situation will change again, and new fighters will come.

Afterwards, Shilot turned around, looked at the way from the northeast, and calmly walked down the high platform. With a hard punch, breaking the enemy's arm, it must be quickly withdrawn, accumulating the next wave of offensive. And the next attack will be the enemy's key point!

On the second day, the main force of 20,000 Mexicans went north, and under the watchful eye of Tarasco scouts, they brought 5,000 troops back to the northeast fortress of Huayamo. For more than ten days, the army has been continuously training and dispatching, and has maintained minimal contact with Qin Cong Can City, a hundred miles away in the south.

In the southeast of Qincongcan, outside the small town of Patzquali, the traces of the Mexican army became more and more active. The longbow hunters kept attacking the people who were carrying grain, but the capital of Tarasco was short of warriors and had no soldiers to send. When the warm March comes with the spring breeze, the food route to the southeast will be difficult to maintain!