Aztec Eternals

The morning sun lights up the whole world, and the warm breeze wakes up the sleeping people. Just like the feathered snake **** bestows light and wisdom, and promises peace and prosperity of all things.

Sherlot knew that today was an auspicious day. According to the Aztec calendar, today is the twelfth day of the first month of the new year. It represents herbs and salvation. The symbol is the herbs in the pelvis, which belongs to the sphere of the Quetzalcoatl **** of feathered snakes. .

Shilot got up very early, he was wearing a formal priest's uniform, and the feather crest covered his forehead again, this time with additional blue, red and green feathers.

Feathered Serpent is one of the four most important gods, the God of Wind, the God of Peace and Prosperity, the God of Light and Wisdom, and the Lord of the West. On the first holy day of the new year, a sacrifice should be held for him. And in prosperous city-states, the sacrifice often developed into a New Year's celebration.

According to the duties of a priest, Shilot built a shrine in the west, and then placed a golden disc with a diameter of one foot in the center of the shrine to symbolize light. Around the golden plate, there is a neat circle of turquoise to symbolize wisdom.

Afterwards, he placed silver bowls in the four corners of the altar, and placed medicinal herbs in the bowls to symbolize healing and salvation. Finally, he inserted blue, red and green feathers under the golden plate to symbolize the incarnation of Feathered Serpent.

In this way, a simple Feathered Serpent altar is complete.

In the war, if we keep simple together, the sacrifices of the city-state will be much grander. Thulot once attended the New Year's celebration in Teotihuacan. On that day, the Moon Square will be covered with gold, silver, precious stones and bright feathers, thousands of people will celebrate and dance together, men, women and children will sing songs of blessing, all so beautiful and unforgettable.

Afterwards, the warriors gathered under the stage, they put down their weapons, took off their leather armor, and paid tribute to Feathered Serpent. Pray for the wounded to recover and the dying to be saved.

Then, Shirot came on the stage and sang the sacred song of the sacrifice. The voice was fierce and clear, and it fluttered into the distance, like the waves of the Great Eastern Lake:

"...Finally, Feathered Serpent God left the weeping people,

He rides on the green snake's raft,

With a pious priest,

into the endless lake,

to the far east.

With a sad face, he promised everyone:

The prosperous flowers will return every spring,

Just as I bless you.

Farewells are short-lived withering,

I will return from the lake in the east,

to bring back peace and prosperity,

Bringing back light and wisdom,

Save you again!

"

It was not until the end that the warriors collectively turned to the east and fell to their knees. They approached the unknown great lake, whispering the name of "Ketzalcoatl", and praying for the return of the Feathered Serpent. Then the ceremony ended in silence.

Shiloh wiped the tiny beads of sweat on his forehead and drank some water. The ceremony was very peaceful as a whole, and it felt like a peaceful mass.

Feathered Serpent God is a rare benevolent **** in Aztec mythology. He does not like people to bleed for himself, and is clearly opposed to human sacrifice. Therefore, the Mexica warriors did not drag out yesterday's Otomi prisoners and sacrificed directly to the gods.

But in the eyes of the commander-in-chief Totec, the fate of these captives was already doomed. The Mexica warriors only wandered in the peaceful and peaceful spiritual world for one morning, and immediately returned to the war world of blood and fire.

Totec first gathered the warriors in a team, ready to fight at any time. Then let a thousand warriors **** the more than five hundred captured Otomi warriors to a stone's throw outside the city of Guamare, and execute the prisoners one by one in front of the defenders. There was a wailing and screaming in the distance, and soon there was silence again.

Shulot lowered his eyes, his principles had already regressed a lot. He can accept the execution of hostile warriors without changing his face. Just like what my father said, since they are on the battlefield, the life and death of the samurai are determined by their destiny.

Totec's face was cold and hard, and his brows were slightly wrinkled. Although the city head was flustered for a while, no enemy troops left the city after all. In this case, the plan to lure the enemy is over, and the next step is to destroy all the villages.

Immediately, the commander-in-chief sent a thousand jaguars and two thousand warriors to continue to garrison the camp. These three thousand people will be led by him personally, guarding the city of Guamare.

Seirot watched him sit down in the tent again, and indifferently took out the wooden map full of red circles, and divided the remaining 5,000 warriors and 2,000 militia into seven battalions. Pointing to seven locations on the map, the samurai nodded with cruel expressions.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, and Shilott saw the thick smoke rising in the distance again, no sound could be heard in the wind, and the world seemed to be still peaceful. After a long, long time, the warriors returned one after another in battalion, sweating slightly on their faces, as if they had just gone out for a run.

They looked as usual, and replaced the worn obsidian sharp pieces on the battle sticks, and blood flowed out of the gaps in the weapons.

From the rise of the thick smoke to the return of the samurai, this time, Shilot did not see a single figure fleeing to Guamare City. Everything is like a silent mime, and life disappears after the fireworks without causing any waves.

Totec drew red crosses on the seven red circles, and then had a few conversations with the warriors, looking at the noon sun through the gap in the tent. He divided the seven thousand into fourteen groups of five hundred, and the warriors scattered out of the camp.

Seeing all this, the young priest finally couldn't sit still.

Shirot gathered his courage and walked into the tent, stood in front of the ruthless Totec, held the commander's strong arm, and stared at him with a pair of ruthless and cold eyes.

"What's the matter, Shirot?" A smile appeared on Totec's grim face, "Today's sacrificial ceremony went well."

"Commander, today is Feathered Serpent's first divine day. On this auspicious day to celebrate the New Year, we shouldn't make so much blood."

"Huh?" Totec frowned. "You mean to save the village until tomorrow and then destroy it? But we have already started, and more people will escape until tomorrow."

"I mean, we can show mercy. Soldiers and men are potential threats, but we can spare women and children." Sherlot said seriously.

"The king's order is to kill all the Otomi people." Totec shook his head and said, "Shirot, don't be so childish, you are a priest."

Then, without waiting for Shirault to continue speaking, Totec grabbed Shirault's arm and pointed at the city of Hirayama in the distance: "Can your catapult hit Guamare City?"

Shulot looked at the city and shook his head, "The current catapult is not powerful enough. Although it can hit the city, its power is limited."

Totek nodded: "We don't have time to besiege the city. Since we can't conquer the city, we can only burn down the village and farmland!"

After speaking, he turned to his side again and looked at the boy seriously: "Shirot, the Ortomi people are not worthy of sympathy! If you have time, hold more sacrifices for the soldiers, or study that trebuchet well."

Then he waved his hand and asked the guards to take Sherlot out of the tent.

Shulot hesitated for a few steps outside the tent, suddenly remembered a person, and hurried away.

Entering the side tent, Sherlot saw Avette sitting cross-legged in front of the earthen platform, writing something on a wooden board. Occasionally, messengers and scouts communicated to report military information.

Xiulote leaned over to take a look and was surprised, but the traditional Chinese characters on the board were Fangzheng: "One hundred and ninety-eight villages were found along the way. Today, 21 of them are expected to be burnt down, and the task can be completed within ten days and return..."

Seeing Shulot, Avette smiled, pointed at the wooden board and said, "How is it, my writing is good, right?"

Shuluote nodded, but within a few months, Avit has been able to write Chinese characters exactly, which is really good.

Afterwards, Shirot asked eagerly: "Avit, the commander-in-chief wants to kill all the Otomi people. Can we show mercy?"

Avit asked with a smile: "Shirot, don't you know that the Otomi people are our enemies? If the Otomi militiamen are put into the mountains, the warriors of Mexica will suffer heavy losses."

Shulot replied, "I understand. I'm not talking about the men of Otomi, but the women and children."

"Oh! I understand." Avette laughed, his eyebrows curved into two flying arcs. "After the new year, you are thirteen years old, Shulot, and you are at the age of longing for adulthood."

"It's better than this, I'll go and tell Totec, let the warriors bring you a few Otomi girls and turn you from a boy into a man, and you won't be so soft-hearted."

Shulot's mouth was dry for a while, and his face was flushed by Avette's teasing. This guy really did it.

"You see, although priests can't marry, as long as you take these Otomi girls as concubines, they will be saved." Avet continued to persuade him, "The great Montezuma I had hundreds of concubines, Hundreds of kinst warriors were born. You could also have hundreds of Otomi girls."

Shiloh was stunned for a while, then stood in the same place and pondered. His IQ had become negative after a day of torment. At this time, he clenched his fingers and muttered words, thinking about how many girls he had to save.

Seeing that Shulot was also thinking seriously, Avette became worried again.

He stretched out his hand, flicked Shulot's forehead hard, and said seriously: "Shirot, what do you think! We warriors in Mexica, but unlike other weak tribes, warriors' adult rites are After the age of fifteen, a good samurai comes later."

"Too much singing too early will seriously damage the health of the body, lose the wisdom of the mind, and lose the vitality given by the gods. Those famous jaguar warriors can often temper their bodies and suppress the desire to sing until they are twenty years old! Xiuluo! Special, I hope that before the age of eighteen, you will not be attracted by the songs of the opposite sex." Avit put away his smile and said seriously.

"But I really want to save innocent women and children." Shirault looked at each other stubbornly.

"There are no innocent people in this world. Everyone has a reason for death. Women can weave and farm, and raise children. Children will grow up and take up weapons to kill."

"Give me a reason, don't use what you said before about life and equality." Avette said seriously. "As long as you can convince me, I will convince Totec."

Shiroute began to think calmly.

"We can capture them and bring them back to the Alliance." Sherlot replied.

"We don't have enough food, and we don't have people to take care of them."

"It will take more than ten years for these women and children to threaten us." Shirault said again.

"Indeed, what about ten years later?"

"Ten years from now, we will be strong enough to completely conquer the Otomi people and turn these civilians into the citizens of the Alliance." Sherlot said confidently.

Avette looked at Shulot, nodded slightly, but said, "Maybe, this is the first reason. But now, I don't see the benefit of letting these people go. Are there any other reasons?"

"We can capture these people and bring them to the city of Guamare to exchange food with them. The army is short of food now," said Sherlot.

"What if the city-state doesn't exchange food for it?"

"Then if we let them go too, the city-state will lose its heart."

"What's the point of the people's hearts?" Avette chuckled, "But it's good to change some food. This is the second reason. But why should I help these civilians? Give me another reason."

Avette stared into Shirault's eyes, as if waiting for something.

Shiroute pondered it over and over, and after a long time he said, "This is what I think in my heart. It is not the law of the world to cherish life, but it is my preference, which makes my heart satisfied."

"Oh? But we killed these people's husbands and fathers, and they won't appreciate you."

"I don't need the gratitude of these people, I just need to make my heart calm and satisfied." Sherlot replied in a low voice, but seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

"So, it's just your hobby, right? It's not the law of heaven that you should abide by. Hobbies are subordinate to a great cause." Avette asked gently, as if with a hypnotic charm.

"Yes, this is just my hobby. It has nothing to do with the world's laws. It is subordinate to a great cause." Sherlot repeated with difficulty.

"Okay! Cherish life is Shirot's hobby. This is the third reason, the reason that really touched me."

Avette finally clapped his hands and smiled: "Shirot, remember what you said today. No matter what the memory of the past is. Life and equality are just your hobbies, just like some people are lecherous, some are belligerent, and some are Good wine, it's just a kinder hobby."

"When conditions permit, you can act according to your hobbies. But hobbies must be subordinated to great causes. It is not the bottom line."

"The bottom line cannot be violated, then it becomes weakness, and weakness brings death. Unlike mortals, a great ruler must never have weaknesses. So, Shirot, whatever you have in your memory, forget the weak part! ” Avette pressed Shirott’s shoulder hard, staring at him firmly, his eyes full of anticipation.

"And as rulers, our only cause is this country, the future of the Mexicas, and the supreme power in this world!" After leaving the last sentence in a low voice, Avit finally burst out laughing. Full of hidden ambition and longing.

He gave Sherlot a strong hug, turned around and strode away, walking towards Totec's tent.

Shilot was still standing in the same place. He wanted to take the first and most difficult step towards becoming a great ruler.