Aztec Eternals

The golden October came from the wind and rain, the warm sunshine illuminated the tropical plateau, and the shores of the lake area were still full of vitality, with long grass and warblers flying.

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The season of autumn harvest has come. Chihuako, carrying a bamboo basket and agricultural implements, stood in the field in front of the Tuntian camp. On his old smiling face, there was the joy of the busy farming season, and in his deep pupils, golden hope flowed. Hope was nurtured in the dark and long rainy season and turned into a huge fruit within reach.

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"It's a good harvest!"

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The old militiaman murmured. One hundred thousand acres of lush farmland unfolded in front of him, like the most moving and graceful long painting, which continued to the end of the sky. The 10,000 soldiers in the field were scattered according to the battalion, carrying bamboo baskets and holding stone sickles, bowing their heads and busy in the harvested fields.

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"Blessed by the Lord God! I actually lived to see the harvest time! It's like a dream."

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Chiwako looked around greedily, his eyes glowing, as if he wanted to stay at this moment forever. His eyes were full of busy figures, whispered slogans echoed in his ears, and his nose was filled with the pleasant fragrance of grains.

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The huge pumpkins have been picked, connected into a large string of yellow and green, and dried in front of the thatched hut in the distance. The large group of soldiers in the fields carried rattan baskets and stone sickles on their backs, going back and forth continuously. They piled the harvested beans into hills in the pergola in the fields and carried them back to the camp by wheelbarrow. And the corn as the main food stretches out into pieces of green, the buds between the leaves are slender and plump, and the wrapped leaves of the continuous ears are slightly yellowed, and the final harvest is just in front of you!

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"Uncle, what are you looking at?"

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Wizti, wrapped in a hood and carrying a sickle, approached the old militiaman. He followed the other party's gaze and saw only the usual harvest fields, the usual busy people, in this unusual war-torn year.

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"First we will harvest pumpkins, then kidney beans, and then corn. If one person needs to harvest ten acres, my waist is almost exhausted!"

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Weitzite wiped the sweat from his face with his hands and complained in a low voice. The tense farming has been going on for two weeks, and he still has more than three acres of kidney beans that he has yet to harvest.

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"Hey, I didn't feel tired doing farm work in the past, but this year I'm not used to the way of crops. I guess it's been too long since I planted the land, but this time I planted too much land. Uncle, you are taking care of so many people now. What! Why don't you find a few people to do the work for both of us like Mr. Gray Dirt? ... Uh, it's better to share a little."

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Hearing this, Chiwako finally turned his head, reached out and patted Wezti's head heavily.

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"Wood, after holding a gun that kills for a year, you can't get used to this job of supporting people? Even if you are a grass, you can't forget your roots, or you will become duckweed in the lake, and God knows it will float. Where are you going? That old man of gray soil, from the root, is different from our villagers..."

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The old militiaman had a languid expression, stretched his waist and looked at the sunny sun, showing a bit of safety and a little more nagging.

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"...Besides, everyone has ten acres of farmland, food and farming tools are readily available, as long as you put in your effort. What can't you do? I have walked all the way from the corpse in the past two years... Now I can stay. In the fields, planting and harvesting crops with peace of mind, sleeping with peace of mind until dawn, and going to deliver some food to the reeds when I have time... I wish this day could last for a long time!"

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Hearing the old uncle's words, Wizti nodded obediently. Anyway, the old uncle always had a point. He continued to look around.

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"Uncle, with so many people working together, the hare and the silly deer have all escaped! Otherwise, if you hunt one or two, you will be able to eat meat tonight. I eat pumpkin, black beans, and pancakes every day, and I can see even a little oil and water. No, my mouth is really greedy! ... I can also send some goodies to Reed, she is cute and eats meat."

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Chiwako first glanced at the wood, and when he heard the second half of the sentence, his expression became much relieved.

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"Woo, when I was guarding the gate of the capital, although there was wine and meat, that day was empty, but now it is real. When we were in the village, how could we have enough grains every day, and we had enough cakes during festivals. Ah? I can't even think about it, it will be a good year if people don't starve to death... Well, the reeds are still small, and they still need to grow. I will go to the priests in the camp to ask for some meat at night. When you leave the camp, bring it to your family's village."

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"Okay! Uncle, you want more meat. Little Ayuli's mother-in-law is pregnant. When I went to see the reeds in the village, I also brought her a copy!"

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Wezti nodded heavily, and cared about his brother's wife without any distractions.

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Since the field army selected the fields and set up camps, the discipline of the army has been practiced, but the rules have been relaxed a little. The relatives of the army were also gathered and arranged in several nearby villages, so that the army in the field could settle down. Every few days, if the fields are not busy, the soldiers can take turns to leave the camp and visit their families in the village. It's just recently Wizz's turn to bring up the battalion.

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After the war, Ding Zhuang lost a lot, and there were many young widows in the lake area. Under the arrangement of the priest, in the past few months, the single soldiers have been married one after another, and they even have children. If food is plentiful, I'm afraid there will be a baby boom soon. Young Yauli, a bachelor in the Seven Militia, was one of the first to get married, and the woman was a family member of a samurai who died in battle in the city. Such marriages between village militiamen and city warriors, previously unimaginable, are now commonplace.

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"Yeah. Little Yayuli is really fast! Wood, remember to tell him before you go. In the past few months, Reed has also been taken care of by his mother-in-law... With you and Reed here, I can feel at ease. now..."

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"okay!"

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The sun was shining brightly, and the two of them continued to work with their scythes, chatting casually.

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It was not until the sun crossed the sky and the temperature rose to the highest level that a loud bone trumpet sounded in the wind, and it was time for lunch. Busy farming requires physical strength the most, and it is also the most time-consuming. Under Shulot's personal intervention, the Tuentian Army specially set up a lunch as a blessing during the busy farming season.

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The two finished their work, carrying a basket full of kidney beans, and walked towards the center of the camp together. The surrounding soldiers also gradually gathered, and low whispers sounded on the dirt road that was trampled.

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"The new king is really kind and generous. His work can be like fighting a war, and he has an extra meal at noon."

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"The king is from the blood of a condor, so he must be broad-minded and look high!"

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"Nonsense! Have you never fought in the north? The new king is His Royal Highness Mexica. He is the descendant of the black wolf, the messenger of the **** of death, and he controls the lives of warriors! As long as he uses his divine power, it will explode like thunder. roar like a roar, and then smash the tens of thousands of legions into pieces!"

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"Ah? Why did I hear the sages in the capital say that the new king is the descendant of the sun god, has the inheritance gem of the kingdom, and also inherited the divine power of the old king?"

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"...What you said is wrong!"

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Listening to the various discussions, finally a militia battalion commander couldn't help it. He raised his throat and roared frantically.

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"I asked the priest who accompanied the army, and he said that His Majesty was born under the blessing of the Lord God, received divine inspiration from childhood, and carried the future of the entire world! The Lord God is supreme and omnipotent. His Majesty is the messenger of the Supreme Lord God, so naturally have a different divinity."

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"...He is the sun that creates new life, the black wolf that controls death, and will be like a flying feathered serpent, bringing harvest, prosperity and hope! He devoured the former condor royal family and extended his divine power to The land in the lake also regards this place as his kingdom. He treats us equally, as the highness of the Mexicas and the god-king of the Prepechas!  …”

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The battalion commander's words gradually turned into chanting, and the surrounding militia gradually quieted down. Soon, someone also chanted the same. There is deep awe and new expectations in the eyes of the soldiers.

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In the chanting sound, Chiwako stopped. He listened to everyone's words, his eyes became deep.

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"Uncle, you have seen His Royal Highness Mexica, what does he look like?"

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Wizti scratched his head and asked curiously.

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"What's it like?"

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The expression on Chiwako's face was complicated. He thought about it for a while, then muttered to himself in a low voice.

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"It's just one nose, two eyes... but now it's a human being, and later it's a god."

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"What?"

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Wizti didn't hear the last sentence clearly. He was about to ask, but the uncle had gone too far, so he had to quickly follow.

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After a while, the two came to the camp, and the aroma of the food wafted in the wind from a distance, making people drool. The two unloaded the beans from the wooden basket and greeted the Mexica warriors who were guarding the grain and farm implements. It has been a season in Tuntian, and both sides have long known each other.

"Blessed by the Lord! Warrior Hokia. The sun is good today, and the harvest fields are really beautiful!"

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"Blessed by the Lord God! Captain Chiwako. Yes, today is the sixth day, an auspicious day for the Sun God. It is suitable for battle, slaughter and death."

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Hochia smiled and nodded in return, it was the old warrior from last time. He took out a shiny sickle from a wooden box on the ground and continued with a smile.

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"A new batch of bronze sickles has arrived, but there are not many. You have made great contributions to the alliance. You can use two of them first. They are much sharper and more durable than stone sickles!"

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"Bronze sickle?"

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Chiwaco was a little surprised. He took the sickle handed by the samurai, and scratched slightly on the bean on the ground, and the bean was broken into two neatly cut sections.

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"It's really useful! It's really different for such an expensive thing to be used as a farm tool!"

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The old militiaman exclaimed in admiration.

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"It's okay to harvest kidney beans. When harvesting corn later, there are such convenient farm tools, but it's much quicker and less labor-intensive! ... Warrior Hoqia, can you give my team a few more?"

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"Oh, if someone else asked, it would definitely be no. But Captain Chiwako, you are different, I will give you half more! You are a character that His Highness has praised himself, a 'a warrior favored by fate', It must be reused in the future..."

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"Ah...Thank you."

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Hearing the word "reuse", Chiwako felt a shudder in his heart. He reluctantly smiled and nodded, then pulled the log to his camp, and then arranged for someone to pick up today's lunch.

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Everyone followed the camp, sitting on the ground and waiting. Arriving with lunch was the priest who accompanied the army. Most of the priests were originally Mexicans from the alliance, and now there are many low-level priests from Prepeca. The priest prayed aloud in a splendid dialect, and the crowd repeated it.

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"Praise the Lord Huitzilopochtli! He has blessed us with sunshine, rain and harvest..."

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"Praise the Lord God!"

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"Praise Your Majesty Shroud! He has given us food, stability, and a home..."

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"Praise Your Majesty!"

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In the harvest fields, in the stable camps, the people followed the prayers of the priests, reciting the words they had memorized. In their hearts, a dash of piety was born unconsciously.

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The overthrow of the kingdom, the reversal of the noble and the lowly, the reform of the gods... In the past two years, there have been so many shocking things that the hearts of the Prepecha people have become numb. In this era of dramatic change, not only has resistance to reform been minimized, but there have also been gaps in people's beliefs that can be filled. This is a piece of hard-earned white paper that is being painted by the king. The new picture scroll is rendered on the land of the feudal kingdom, and even more painted in the hearts of the people!

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Soon, after praying and eating, everyone followed the camp and returned to Tanaka again. They have to keep busy until the sun goes down.

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Busy days, enough sustenance, relatives who are camped; legions that are suppressed, priests who guide, and team officers who are close to the alliance. All of these are combined to maintain the stability of the Tuentian Army, and gradually gather the hearts of the surrendered troops.

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The same scene plays out in dozens of villages in the Lake District. Tens of thousands of villagers were busy in the fields, praying at the altar. With the bumper harvest of the farmland, their wandering hearts finally settled down, and the three gods when they prayed quietly became the common sun god, and then slowly became the only main god.

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Forty miles southwest of Ivacio City, at the foot of Chingambat Mountain, lies the most remote village in the Lake District. The villagers stopped in the fields, looked at the newborn sun, looked at the golden fields, and their faces were full of simple joy.

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"Blessed by the three gods! In a year like this year, there is still a good harvest!"

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"Hey, the sun **** bless us! This year is really difficult! First, there were several raids for food. The warriors in the capital were as fierce as tigers and leopards, and they didn't even leave their rations. Then the soldiers crossed the border, killing them everywhere, and killing people everywhere along the Great Lake. The samurai, even the lake is dyed red. After two trips, half of the villagers died..."

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"Yes, the village priest said that this year is the year of disaster. The sun falls from the sky and the moon rules the world. If the goddess of the moon wants you to die, it is your destiny. You can escape during the day, but you can't escape at night, no one will escape. no..."

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"No, the village priest has changed his words recently! He said that this year is the year when the old sunset sets and the new sun rises. The Mexicans have changed the sun, and the new kings are the sun, the black wolf, the feathered serpent, and the condor. ..."

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"Mexicans! The Mexicas destroyed the kingdom, and the Mexicas killed the nobles. Unexpectedly, the Mexicas sent grain again, and strictly ordered us to cultivate; they also issued rations. , help us survive the famine..."

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"The priest said that the new king is also the king of our Prepecha..."

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The villagers' discussions are full of imagination. They were filled with awe for the myth, and their hostility to the Alliance subsided. Suddenly, a villager exclaimed in a low voice.

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"Mexican Legion! Black Wolf King!"

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The crowd became quiet in an instant. A group of Mexica warriors appeared at the end of the field, followed by a tall black wolf king flag. Soon, the villagers were both respectful and awe-inspiring, knelt on the ground together, and saluted the flag from a distance.

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Under the flag, Shulot, dressed in fancy clothes, observed the fields along the way. With a satisfied smile, he glanced at the villagers who gave spontaneous gifts not far away, and felt emotion in his heart.

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"It seems that this year's harvest is good! Sunshine and moisture are suitable, and cultivation is also effective. This season's corn is sown late, and there are still two weeks before the harvest. The food will no longer be tense, and the hearts of the people will truly settle down. The rule of the kingdom is no longer an egg accumulated on a stone."

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"Your Highness, how do turkey eggs accumulate on the stone? Do you want to bake them?"

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The samurai chief was startled when he heard the words. Then, he joked with a smile,

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"The legion uses force to build stones, and the king uses wisdom to ignite flames. After careful roasting for a year, the people's hearts will become familiar... Of course, this is also inseparable from the influence of knowledgeable elders. Your Highness, these past few months , Chief Jatiri has gathered a group of elites from Prepecha. They praised your reputation everywhere and have a great influence on the people. "

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"Well, Chief Jatiri did a good job! Bertard, you don't have to worry. They are a group of people who know the most current affairs. They have no force in their hands and will always stand by the strongest. We must accept them selectively. , to the elites of Prepecha, an upward passage."

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Shulot smiled, his words full of confidence.

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"Soon, I will imitate the old system of the alliance, set up community military schools in various places, and build a new priest school in the capital~www.readwn.com~ I will give the Prepecha people another two ascending channels. Only by training firm and reliable people At the core, unite more outsiders who are waving flags and shouting, so that our strength will burn like a flame in the pine forest, burning inexhaustibly!"

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Hearing this, Bertard nodded respectfully, with deep admiration in his eyes. Around him, a thousand soldiers were carrying long bows and lined up in a tight line. They guarded the safety of the king, and they also left traces of chilling on the ridge.

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"Ezpan, is the copper mine just ahead?"

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Shilot turned his head with a smile and looked at the general who was a miner.

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"Yes, Your Highness!"

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Ezpan bowed his head in a salute. He looked at the familiar scenery around him and was filled with emotion.

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"His Royal Highness, this lake is Lake Qilahun. From this lake, follow the river to the west and climb over these hills to reach Chingambat Mountain. The largest copper mine in the kingdom is located at the foot of the mountain!"

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“In the local dialect, Chingambat means mountain with a mild climate. There are also two ruins on the mountain, a Teotihuacan-style tomb and an ancient abandoned human sacrifice stadium. It is said that there are ancient The godborn sacrificed and died, and was buried here. His divine power soaked the earth, and only then formed the striped gilt copper mine!"

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Hearing this, Shiloh stood on tiptoe and looked at the mountains in the distance. A few streamers flashed by, vaguely the golden color of the stripes! The king looked at it for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

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"Okay, order the whole army, hurry up! I can't wait!"