Aztec Eternals

Shulot lay on the soft grass bed, tossing and turning all night.

The boy listened to the night rain outside the window, the continuous percussion of the raindrops, as if percussion in his heart. His thoughts were like a long wind, drifting thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, flying to the distant capital city in the lake, landing on a slender figure that he didn't know yet, trying to see the smile of that beautiful figure.

Night always makes one's mind quicker. Scholot clearly understands that this political marriage is the most important guarantee for the alliance between the two forces, and there is no possibility of cancellation or modification.

As for Shulot himself, he had some awkwardness in his heart, and he had a lot of longing, imagining and looking forward to it, which was complicated and unspeakable. Regardless of his past life or this life, emotionally, he is still a teenager.

The next morning, when the genius was dawning, Shirault suddenly got up. He put on a robe and went to find his old friend Acap, who lived next to him.

Acap also got up early. He was wearing a neat priest's robe, his hair was combed, and he wore a formal feather crown. He was sitting in the tent, holding a wooden board in both hands and studying. The young man took a closer look, but it was the first version of Chinese characters revised by himself and Avet.

"Acap, what do you think of this text?" The young man thought for a while, and spoke to him first.

"Very good! The words you invented have accurate meaning, standard writing, neat and beautiful. It is not only conducive to communication between the upper and lower levels, but also facilitates the teaching of knowledge, and helps to pass on the culture." Acap nodded with a smile, quite approving.

"Do you think grandfather would be happy to use these words? Can it be promoted on a large scale?" The boy asked worriedly.

"The high priest shouldn't object, especially since you invented it." Acap thought for a moment and smiled. "He has always had the idea of ​​reforming religion, and has also guided the city-state priests to discover and organize the stories and records of the Quetzalcoatl God over the years."

"However, the other priests may not be happy to see the norm of the text. The biggest resistance is definitely from the chief priests of the capital."

"Chief Priest Kechar has always been old-fashioned and stubborn. They have held the right to interpret mythological records for generations, and often use omens and legends to interfere in the internal affairs of the alliance. The High Priest itself has many fertile lands and a large number of warrior followers. This kind of The change in writing will touch their fundamental interests, and there will definitely be a violent counterattack." Acap analyzed seriously, and he looked at the boy with some anxiety.

Shulot nodded, the priest class was deeply rooted in the alliance and held the hearts of warriors and commoners. If you want to forcibly overthrow the priest class, you are fighting against the majority of the alliance, which means self-destruction.

For the priestly class, only religious reforms were carried out. The standardization and popularization of writing is actually a kind of education reform. Next, he needs to stand with the reformists within the priesthood, constantly crack down on and eliminate the traditional old school, while increasing the literacy rate of the warriors and commoners.

The next step is to reduce the privileges of priests, modify human sacrifice rituals, improve theological theories, sort out the priesthood system, decide whether to unify or separate church and state, and so on. These reforms can only be advanced step by step. It takes time to accumulate people's hearts and wait for the further development of the situation, so as to nurture the soil for the next reform.

The religious reform he wanted was destined to be a long and difficult process, unless some uncontrollable force suddenly swept away all obstacles.

After a few chats, the boy looked around again. Well, there was no one around, and Bertard wasn't there either.

He just sat next to Acap, grabbed his old friend's arm, and asked in a low voice, "Acap, that... Alyssa, who you proposed to marry me yesterday, um, princess... Well, does she look good? What's her personality like?"

Acap was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth twitched.

He forcibly restrained his laughter and asked jokingly: "The princess is only eleven years old and is still in the stage of family education, not yet the age to go to school in Kalmykka. How could I have seen it? You should ask about this matter. Your Royal Highness."

The boy thought about it for a while, indeed, should we go and ask Avit? Then he touched his still aching cheek, remembering Avit's fierce eyes, and suddenly shivered. "Never mind."

"Actually, you don't have to worry about the appearance of the princess, Shirott." Acap laughed, "How do you think His Royal Highness looks like?"

"It's pretty good." Sherlot thought about Avette's handsome face, and the clear facial contours, and answered truthfully.

"In this case, the king's wife is also a famous beauty in the capital, so how could their daughter be unsatisfactory? As for personality, the royal family's tutoring has always been strict. Moreover, the princess is still young, and everything has not yet been finalized. If you are really worried, take the initiative. Get in touch."

"You have to cultivate feelings between each other and experience beautiful things together. At the same time, you need to guide the girl's pure thoughts. When the princess grows up, it will be like soybeans wrapped around corn, leaning on each other and growing up. You will definitely be a perfect fit!" Karp smiled and persuaded.

In the eyes of the young man, the old friend's warm and jade-like face suddenly flashed with the light of "wisdom".

"Acap, you are so smart!" The young man stood up abruptly, hugged Acap in joy, and babbled excitedly, "Let me recall it and write a plan seriously!"

Acap just smiled lightly and touched the boy's forehead, um, it's okay.

The easy time passed quickly. That evening, Acap put on his casual clothes and bid farewell to the commander and the boy. Accompanied by several intelligence officers, he was going to the Ottopan siege camp in the rain.

Then, Acap needed to get in touch with Captain Husok there, to inform the high priest and his brother of the decision to form an alliance, and to integrate the Teotihuacan city-state army into the alliance.

Avet also sent messengers separately. While contacting the officers at all levels in the siege camp, he kept the next plan strictly confidential, just testing the attitude of the generals. In this way, he can confirm that he still obeys his old subordinates, judge the swaying neutral faction, and clarify the king's die-hard loyalty. The identity of the chief intelligence officer gave him great convenience and cover.

On the other hand, the messengers communicated with the supporters of the three capital cities. He expressed goodwill to the high nobles and the high priesthood, ensuring that they remained at least neutral in subsequent actions. The petty nobles and lowly warriors are fully committed, and staunch supporters are formed from the legions previously commanded.

In the end, the commander began to purge his ten thousand warriors: first, marginalize the officers who were loyal to the king. Then, based on the rewards for military exploits not long ago, the officers who are loyal to themselves are promoted. Then, in the name of victory in battle, he gave great rewards to ordinary samurai and militiamen, so as to win the hearts of the army.

Shulot stayed with his followers all day, practicing martial arts and writing. Recently, he was a little worried when facing Avit, and decided to hide and adjust for a few days.

He now has 500 followers and has formed a Guards samurai regiment, with Bertard serving as the samurai commander of the Guards regiment. Relying on the backbone sent by his father, his guard regiment already has the appearance of a bit of a strong soldier. The young man attaches great importance to the study of the words of his followers. He plans to train the Guard Corps into a future officer corps, and at the same time experiment with new tactics and tactics.

The Longbow Guards in the army also belonged to him. Now there are 150 longbows, and the guard has a full 200 people, all of them are more senior samurai~www.readwn.com~ They have been in touch with throwing spears, and have a basic sense of distance for long-range shooting, as well as the ability to aim and shoot. Skill.

Shulot secretly opened a training base in the forest not far away, rain or shine, and trained the Longbow Guards for days. At this time, their training program has changed from the overall flat shooting and projectile to a fixed target within 200 meters to focus fire.

Time passes in the wind and rain, and the waves are raging under the river. An invisible big net is slowly and steadily unfolding.

Another two weeks passed in a hurry, and both sides of the long river were peaceful. Until a drizzly afternoon, a canoe suddenly arrived again.

The muddy scout galloped on his legs and plunged headlong into the tent. He had just arrived from the city of Hilotepec day and night. For six days, the people did not stop, the boat did not oars, and he was almost completely exhausted.

"The city of Hilotepec had rebelled seven days ago! The Otomi people attacked the grain transport camp on the banks of the Tempon River and the grain storage camp in the mountains at the same time. The specific casualty information is not yet known, but the supply of The logistics channel of the siege camp of Toppan has been temporarily cut off!"

The commander-in-chief and the boy looked at each other. The two looked calm and nodded lightly: "Finally here!"

Early the next morning, the Tarasco camp on the other side of the river was also boiling. Just after noon, Tarasco's boat division was dispatched repeatedly in the upper and lower reaches of the long river, transporting several militia teams across the river, making a large-scale attack.

"The beginning of the rainy season has passed, and everything in the world is developing. It's a perfect harmony between man and nature." The boy stood on the hill, raised his head slightly, looked at the rainy sky, and looked at the magnificent world and river.

There was a sense of tranquility in the young man's heart, and even a trace of ease. When this time comes, you need to be bold! He smiled and looked at the world in his eyes, and strode forward firmly, as if the world was walking towards him.