Aztec Eternals

The night was dark, drifting into the high priest's palace with flickering fire; Shadows fell from the ceiling of the bedroom, covering the young king who was tossing and turning. This night was so long and full of speechless thoughts.

Naxiu quietly guarded the corner without any interruption. She was just like a shadow, patiently accompanying the sleepless Highness.

It was not until the dawn of the morning star, and the light of Xiwei lit up from the east, that Shulot sighed faintly. A straightforward poem flooded into his heart, and he recited it out of his mouth.

"Taizong raised his righteous soldiers eighteen times, and Bai Yu and Huang Yue set up two capitals. Capturing Chong and killing Dou Sihaiqing, four out of twenty successes. Nine out of twenty, he will be the emperor, and five out of thirty will lead to peace..."

When he reached this point, Shulot suddenly stopped, alert in his heart. He sat up and looked at Naxiu in the corner with a blank face.

"Your Highness, what were you reading just now?"

Naxiu blinked, revealing a cat-like curiosity.

Shirot's expression changed, and after a while, he responded in a low voice.

"It was a poem about a king who lived through the ages. There were many feats of that king, some I wanted to do, some I didn't want to emulate..."

Naxiu tilted her head and thought for a moment. Tonight, His Royal Highness seems to be a little melancholy, and looks extraordinarily delicious... She licked her lips and persuaded softly.

"It's almost dawn... You haven't slept all night, but do you want Shadow Slaves to serve you and take a nap?"

"Well. I have a headache, and rub my head for me..."

After a while, Shiloh rested on Naxiu's sturdy thigh, breathing the charming fragrance and enjoying the gentle massage. He exhaled a long breath, gradually let go of his thoughts, and fell into a long and long dream.

In that dream, there is a tall tree of gods. The **** tree drops seeds, the seeds sprout into small trees, the small trees grow strong... The storm hits, the condor flies in the sky, and then thunder falls, hitting the tall **** tree... Finally, the rain passes and the sky clears, infinite Light rises into the sky...

"Ok!!"

Shirou suddenly opened his eyes. He looked towards the zenith, where the sun was already in the middle. He sniffed his nose, and the faint aroma of rice diffused in the room.

"Your Highness, you are awake."

Na Xiu Yingying smiled, stepped forward gently, and helped His Highness up.

"I've prepared your favorite grilled venison, fish fillet soup, turkey egg rolls and spicy stir-fried vegetables. Next to it is honey herb tea and dried cactus fruit..."

"okay."

Shulott nodded. Under the service of Naxiu, after a brief shower, they began to enjoy lunch. Life has been much more comfortable since he had a woman by his side to take care of him. If Bertard was there, he would just call him up on time to practice martial arts...

After lunch, he looked up at the noon sun and gave orders in a deep voice.

"I woke up a bit late today, but the scheduled itinerary remains the same. In the afternoon, I'm going to see the cattle domesticated by the alliance. I guess I won't be able to come back in time, so I'll stay there at night."

"Follow you, Your Highness."

Na practiced a ceremony, and immediately went to arrange. But within two or three quarters of an hour, the group was properly arranged. Two hundred guards guarded His Highness's flag and went straight to the long bridge southwest of the capital.

The capital around the lake is crowded with people, the plains along the lake have been reclaimed, and large floating fields have been built even on Lake Texcoco. The oxen (Bison) domesticated by the alliance can only be kept in the mountain pastures in the southwest of Texcoco Lake, which is forty or fifty miles away from the capital city in the lake.

All of them are elite warriors, and they arrived at the mountain pasture after rushing for half a day. When Shilot climbed the hill, he saw a wide wooden fence and huge herds of cattle in the distance. Dozens of herdsmen are busy in the pasture, preparing hay for feeding. At least half of them were dressed as northern tribesmen. At the height of the pasture, there is a small wooden and stone camp, where a small team of bow-wielding warriors is stationed, guarding the royal family's "giant beast" tribute.

Seeing the elite warriors of the brigade coming, an older short-haired warrior hurriedly ran down from the fort. Dressed in the costume of a military nobleman, he walked in front of Shilot in two steps, kneeling respectfully and salute.

"Military nobles, Mo Hei, greet the incarnation of the gods and the invincible His Royal Highness Shulot! May you be like a grizzly bear in the north, fast and fierce, full of unmatched power!"

"The Lord God bless! The military nobles are indifferent, may the light of the Lord God illuminate you!"

Shirot nodded lightly. He thought about the unique name Mohe and asked.

"Mo Hei, listen to your name, is a warrior naturalized from the northern tribe?"

Hearing this, Mo Hei hurriedly saluted and explained eagerly.

"Your Highness, my grandfather was a warrior of the northern tribes who surrendered when the ancestor Montezuma conquered the Northeast Vastec. It has been more than 30 years since I was born. I have lived in the capital city in the lake since I was born. My father also served as the hair-cutting guard of the former king, the Asaya cartel, and was killed in the rebellion that quelled the city-state of Chalco..."

"Oh! It turned out to be a samurai family loyal to the royal family."

Hearing this, Shilot understood in his heart. In the history of the alliance, almost every generation of ancestors recruited brave barbarian warriors to join the army, and even accepted them as their own pro-army. Because in some cases, the loyalty of the barbarian samurai is more reliable. For example, in the Royal Guard of the kingdom, there are also many Tex warriors, Otomi warriors, and newly recruited canine marksmen.

"Mo Hei, which tribe in the north did your grandfather come from? How did you get the job of managing the giant beast?"

"Uh..."

Mo Hei scratched his head and answered sincerely.

"His Royal Highness, my grandfather was killed in the war of the alliance very early. I don't know his origin. I heard my father mention it twice. It seems that the ancestral tribe lived by the endless lake, fishing, hunting and planting for a living. At the same time hunting ferocious cattle... and a very, very turbulent, very, very long river, coming from the northwest, into the endless lake..."

"The herd of cattle... the great river in the northeast... the endless lake..."

Xiulott pondered for a moment, looked at Mo Hei's rough appearance, and a vague guess came to his mind.

"Mo Hei's grandfather, probably from the Koaweik tribe in the lower reaches of the Rio Grande..."

"Your Highness, my grandfather has dealt with wild bulls a lot, and has a lot of knowledge of the wasteland. My father also learned some, and passed it on to me. Therefore, when the immortal elder passed down the decree, to tame the giants of the north. When I was a beast, I had this opportunity to serve the noble royal family and manage these irascible bulls..."

Mo Hei carefully watched His Highness's expression and replied carefully.

"Then, I stayed in the mountains, established pastures, and domesticated these giant beasts for five years..."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Shulot was very interested and asked in a deep voice.

"Mo Hei, how many cows are there in the current pasture?"

"His Royal Highness, in the past five years, the Vastec people have donated 40 ox cubs every year. It takes 2-3 years for the cubs to grow up. After the oxen mature, they will mate in the summer, and the female oxen will mate in the summer. It takes 9-10 months of pregnancy to give birth to cubs... Now, the second batch of cubs has been bred in the pasture, and there are about two or three hundred cattle except for the disease and various accidental deaths."

"Huh? Only two or three hundred heads?"

Hearing this number, Shiloh frowned and his face sank. The Vasteks donated 200 oxen in five years, and two more calves were bred in the pasture. As a result, the number of cattle has hardly increased?

"Your Highness..."

Seeing His Highness's expression, Mo Hei hurriedly bowed to the ground and continued to explain.

"The oxen are wild and very violent. Domesticating them is very different from domesticating turkeys. They run fast, they are huge, and their nature is unrestrained. Male oxen often break through fences, run into nearby mountains, and even run to Village farmland, gnawing crops. Adult cattle are strong and stubborn, and it is difficult for herdsmen to forcibly drag them back to the pasture. Even if they are brought back, cattle that have escaped once will often escape again. In such a situation, often only longbow warriors can be dispatched to shoot these oxen to death!"

"And in the summer when they are in heat, the male cattle will rush into each other fiercely in order to occupy more females, and they will be unstoppable. The victorious cattle will also drive the losing opponent out of the pasture, or seriously injured.. ."

Having said this, Mo Hei paused, and stretched out his finger to the hundreds of cattle.

"Look, Your Highness, these oxen are slightly smaller in size, and most of them are females. Only one-tenth of the males are reserved in the pasture for breeding when they are in heat. And the newly-born oxen, if they are males, will The ranch will only be selectively reserved..."

Mo Hei tells the story of cattle domestication in detail. These experiences are all that he spent a lot of effort, combined with the knowledge passed down by his grandfather, and worked hard to find out. And many experiences are gained at the price of the shepherd's life.

While Bertard listened, he arranged for janitors to guard the pastures. Mo Hei glanced at the guard warrior who was wearing bronze armor and walking loudly, his expression suddenly changed, and he warned carefully.

"His Royal Highness, these chilling armored warriors can easily disturb pregnant female cattle... Female cattle are pregnant for nine to ten months, and usually only give birth to one cub at a time. During pregnancy, they are very sensitive. If When encountering large crowds, strange warriors with murderous intent, and strange noises that they have never heard before, they will feel threatened, alert, and restless... and when they are disturbed to a certain extent, they will take the initiative to attack, or Sudden miscarriage..."

Hearing this, Shiloh glanced at the herd of cattle in the valley. Many of the adult cows turned around and pointed their horns in the direction of the guard warriors in a guarded posture. He pondered for a while, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Bottard, choose a high place on the outskirts, and let the janitors camp there. We'll be outside the ranch tonight, sleeping in the open air."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The samurai commander followed the order and re-armed. Although the herd of oxen remained on guard, they relaxed a lot as the warriors moved away.

Afterwards, Shilot frowned while listening to ~www.readwn.com~.

"Male is unrestrained by nature. It is easy to escape as an adult, and it will fight during estrus... Females are more than nine months pregnant, can only give birth to one child, and are easily frightened and miscarried... North American bison is really difficult to domesticate!"

The male cattle weigh 900 kilograms, run at an amazing speed and have a huge impact. They can last for a quarter of an hour at 60 kilometers per hour, and they are like medieval-era tanks. Similarly, male cattle are short-tempered and do not have a strong territorial concept. They like to roam around, and it is difficult for ordinary wooden fences to restrain them. For the Mexica Federation, let alone domestication of male cattle, driving them to farm, even simple domestication at a fixed location, is difficult to fully achieve.

In contrast, female cattle weigh about 500 kilograms, and if they have enough food, are pregnant or have cubs, they won't move around, and are more inclined to take care of their cubs. The mountain pastures are able to domesticate some docile female cattle in the closed valley by virtue of the terrain.

Sherlot listened patiently for a long time. Afterwards, he looked into Mo Hei's eyes and asked in a deep voice with some kind of long-term expectation.

"Mo Hei, can the cattle that have been domesticated in the mountain pastures for many years be mounted on their backs and charge the enemy?"