Aztec Eternals

On the way to the King's tent, Sherlot looked at the sky. Deep sky, high clouds, no longer warm sunshine, with cold wind.

"It's the end of December now, and the end of the year will soon be the end of the year." Sherault thought.

The king in the tent is still high above the throne, with a face like a god, his eyes are slightly closed, and it seems that the ancient well has no waves. Today's meeting, the war priests were not present. On the right side of the tent is still the commander of the army in the double-sided cloak of the sun stone, and on the left side of the tent are the commanders of the city-state army wearing feather crowns and different cloaks.

Shiroute saw his father also standing at the front of the left side of the tent, his face full of fortitude and worry. It wasn't until he saw the two who came in that Husok smiled happily, exchanged glances with Hulut, and then nodded to Avit next to him.

Afterwards, Shilot followed Avette to the right and stood still. He looked around, most of the generals in the tent were worried, and the familiar leaders couldn't help but whisper, and the atmosphere seemed a little restless for a while.

After a while, when the commander and the heads of the various legions had arrived, Tissock opened his eyes and glanced around with sharp eyes. The voice in the tent gradually became quieter, until it was completely quiet.

Sherlot recalled the scene of the king discussing matters in the past, observing everyone's demeanor and the quiet time. It appears that the prestige of the king has declined.

"I called you here this time, one is to understand the casualties of each legion, and the other is to discuss the next step." Tissock looked at the city-state legion commanders, "How about your casualties?"

The generals reported the losses of the Legionnaires in turn, scolded the cunning of the Otomi people, and complained about the lack of food and grass, hoping that the king could distribute another batch.

Shiroute saw Tisok's brows slightly wrinkled.

It has been more than three months since the siege of the city, and the casualties during this period are indeed much greater than expected. The rainy season is not acclimatized to the soil and the mountains and forest guerrillas. 50,000 Mexican warriors have already died of more than 600 illnesses and more than 400 killed in battle. The accumulation of nearly 2,000, even the military aristocratic jaguar warriors have died twenty.

In more than three months, the elite samurai lost 3,000 casualties. Shilot was a little surprised by this number. Fifty thousand Otomi warriors may not be able to bring this casualty to the army.

It can be seen from this that logistical and environmental damage to the army is sometimes far greater than that of large-scale battles.

The commanders don't care about the militia, so there are no specific casualties. Shilot only knew that the battalion and the militia in the rear also lost three or four thousand people, most of which were concentrated on the troops that maintained the transportation of mountains and forests. Half of them died in the difficult mountains and forests of the rainy season, and half of them were killed by the guerrillas of the Otomi squad.

Tisok's brows furrowed even tighter.

"How about the casualties of the Otomi?" The king looked at Totec.

Totec hesitated for a rare moment, but he stepped forward and said loudly, "We have found more than 2,500 bodies of Otomi militiamen. As for the remains of the samurai... less than a hundred."

There was an uproar in the tent, Otomi's militia had a casualty ratio of two to one to three to one with the Mexica warriors, which was a completely unacceptable number. It seems that the Otomi people have finally found a way to deal with the Mexica warriors, Shirot thought.

The king tried his best to calm down, and let the generals in the tent be quiet.

Afterwards, Tisok asked Avit seriously: "Where did these Otomi people come from? How many more?"

"The militiamen come from Guamare and Palms. Apart from these two places, there are also a small number of warriors from farther west or northern city-states." Avit also replied solemnly, "The number of warriors is estimated to be more than a thousand, and the militiamen It's hard to count, because the villages in these two places can still mobilize tens of thousands of people out."

Hearing the number of tens of thousands of people, the generals made a noise again. Everyone was clamoring to look good on the Otomi. Shulot listened intently for a while, and found that no one had mentioned withdrawing troops yet. The inability of the Otomi people to fight head-on gave everyone a feeling of weakness and bullying, an illusion that victory was in sight.

This time, even the king couldn't quell the noise of the big tent, and he had no intention of quelling it either.

Tisok asked Totec to step forward, and the two discussed a few words in a low voice. Then, Shirott saw Totec nod his head with a cold face and cold eyes, and then slapped his chest heavily with his left arm, expressing his promise.

After a long time, it was quiet in the tent. Tisok nodded, and Totec strode to the center, standing behind a chest-high stone platform, and announced the king's decision to the generals.

"The king decided to divide two divisions to attack the city-states of Guamare and Palms. One is directly under the royal family, and the other is handed over to the city-state coalition. Each division has eight thousand warriors, at least one thousand jaguars or eagles to fight. The regiment, put on the clothes of ordinary samurai."

"Each route comes with 2,000 soldiers from the villages directly under the command of the village, which are used to carry food and loot, and the loot is given priority to food." Totec's gaze focused on the faces of the city-state heads, staring fiercely until the heads of the states nodded their heads. agree.

"There are three goals for this expedition. First, go straight to the cities of Guamare and Palms, and ask the city-state to submit to the tribute, sever the alliance with the Ottopan people, and withdraw the militia who attacked. "

"Secondly, if Guamare and Pams are unwilling to withdraw reinforcements and break the alliance, the partial division will show weakness to the city-state and induce them to go out to fight."

"Again, if the Otomi people are still huddled in the hole like mice." Totek paused, glanced at the generals again, then removed the obsidian long stick behind his back, "Marquavitel", and raised his hands high , the muscles expand, and a downward swing is made.

Shirott heard a loud noise, and the stone platform in front of Toket exploded with a bang.

The generals were horrified and looked at Totec with fear and obedience in their eyes.

The dust obscured the figure of the commander-in-chief. Shirot couldn't see his red eyes, and only heard a cold voice uttering every word: "Let the warriors destroy all the villages and burn everything! No matter men, women or children, don't take prisoners in this battle, Not a single one is left alive!"

The generals looked at each other and were speechless for a moment, and then they agreed with a bang, and the murderous intentions roared.

Shulot was horrified, as if he saw boundless blood coming towards him.

Ever since he came to this world, Shilot found that although there were **** human sacrifice rituals, in fact, the Aztec army never made senseless killings.

The Mexica warriors would only capture the sacrifices that they could take away, and then let the old, weak, sick, and non-threatening teenagers go away, so that the village could continue to multiply.

It's like a jaguar hunting, only catching food that satisfies survival. Not like cats, who kill for fun for no reason. That's a waste of sacrifices.

The same is true for the promotion of samurai. It only counts the number of living and captured soldiers, and opposes simple killing.

Theologically speaking, sacrifices belong to God. Only the life sacrificed in sacrifice can satisfy the requirements of God. The world needs a steady stream of sacrifices as fuel to keep the sun running.

The Mexica warriors needed a continuous village and a steady stream of sacrifices. This is a realistic law of the jungle, and sacrifices are food for survival. Usually it is not like the Ming Dynasty army slaughtered villages for wealth, and did not leave alive to avoid civilian pressure.

On the other hand, offerings also have different levels. The sacrifices of the gods are the most pleasing to the gods, the blood of the nobles is second, the ordinary warriors are qualified, and the inferior militia are just an optional extra. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

This is also the reason why Hilotepec City would rather sacrifice all its wealth than open its gates: it is far better to sacrifice three hundred noble aristocrats than three thousand commoners.

Up to now, the wars that Shulot has experienced are all low-intensity tributary wars, unlike the cruel wars of conquest of different cultures when the Yuan and Qing Dynasty rose.

He has been able to face the war, but he is not ready to face the real cruelty.

But at this time, because of the threat of food supply, the army faced a crisis of survival. The warriors of Mexica were like wasps that had been stabbed in their nests, and they scattered murderously. They have to put aside the principle of catching sacrifices and use the absolute cruelty of cats to deal with mouse attacks.

The generals then scattered out of the tent, lit up the elite warriors, carried the cold light battle stick, and brought enough obsidian sharp tablets to consume.

Shulot was a little dazed. He was moved forward by Avetra, and his footsteps were not stable. In a trance, I saw my father striding forward.

Afterwards, Hussock hugged Shurott hard, and lowered his head to his ear: "Shirot, I know you've always been soft-hearted, but being soft-hearted is meaningless, my son. You must have the strength of a samurai!"

"Life is just a flower blooming, everything will die silently, and you will always see blood everywhere. The blood of commoners, the blood of warriors, the blood of nobles, the blood of priests, even my blood, and yourself!"

"Samurai, you are calm and take death as your way home." After saying this, Hussock lowered his head and kissed his son's forehead. Then another hard hug, and then turned away. Olosh next to him glanced at Shulot with some worry, and turned around.

In the end, only Avit was left. He turned sideways, glanced at Shulot, smiled slightly, and continued to drag the boy halfway, striding forward.