Aztec Eternals

A bonfire was burning in the simple tent, reflecting on the faces of the grandparents and grandchildren, bringing a little warmth. The clear moonlight fell from the zenith and fell into quite similar eyebrows, leaving two soft lights.

After a while, the high priest sorted out his emotions and asked with a smile.

"Shirot, my child. You have gathered so many people, is there enough food?"

Hearing this question, Shirot's expression froze. But in the face of grandfather, there is no need to hide. He pursed his lips and said frankly.

"Grandfather, the army's food is indeed a little tight. Fortunately, when the city was conquered, a large amount of food was obtained. Cholula is rich and has looted several batches one after another. Coupled with the demand for Cholula City, it can be roughly Support until the autumn harvest. The southern part of the kingdom is stepping up the construction of two-body canoes and increasing water transportation. In another two or three months, when the prisoners are brought back in batches, and the kingdom's food continues to be delivered, there will be enough surplus..."

Today, the food carried by the southern waterway can only barely cover the consumption of tens of thousands of prisoners along the way. And the military towns along the Tulsa River are all in the fields, and after the autumn harvest, it should be slightly better.

"Well, before I came here, I just issued a decree to send a batch of food to the South Road Corps. About 20,000 people a year."

Hearing the words, Shiroute looked happy. The high priest smiled and ordered carefully.

"Shirot, my child. The Southern Route Army hit here and completely wiped out the south of Tlaxcala. It has already fulfilled the requirements of the Eastern Expedition! Next, you should slowly accumulate food and grass, transfer the population well, and deal with Qiaolu. Pull the city, and beware of the allied forces of the Mistec and Zapotec... don't venture north again!"

"grandfather?..."

Hearing this, Shulot opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the high priest reaching out.

"The king of the north road has an army of 80,000 people, enough to completely suppress the Tlaxcalans in the north, and besiege the remaining three snake cities. The three snake cities are connected together, occupying natural dangers and being easy to defend and difficult to attack. Especially Cloud Snake City in the mountains, living on a mountain of one or two hundred meters, is almost a fortress that never falls, even more dangerous than Ottopan Mountain City!"

"...They are the ancestral land of the Tlaxcalans, equivalent to the capital of the Mexica Alliance. The defenders in the city are firm and have no way out, and they cannot be easily conquered. As for how long it will take to besiege these three cities, how? Take it, that's the king's decision!"

"Cloud Snake City is one or two hundred meters high, even more dangerous than Ottopan Mountain City?!"

Hearing this, Shulot frowned and pondered. He has never seen Cloud Snake City, but he has been to Ottopan Mountain City. With the siege ability of this era, to attack such a mountain city, even if there is a two-pound bronze cannon bombardment, I am afraid that it is not enough. Maybe, we still have to rely on a long siege to find opportunities.

In fact, the later Montezuma II was trapped under several fortified cities of the Tlaxcalans, and he was unable to fight for several years. Subsequently, the city-states and vassals within the alliance launched a premeditated rebellion, and he was forced to withdraw his troops to quell the rebellion, but his success fell short. Since then, his prestige has dropped to the bottom, and he can no longer command the legions of various states, and even the royal legions directly under him are difficult to control. In this situation of losing military heart and betrayal of various states, he took the initiative to welcome the white-skinned "Feathered Serpent" from the east, entered the magnificent lake capital, and wanted to restore his prestige in the name of God...

The high priest looked at the contemplative Shirot and smiled gently. He thought about it and asked again.

"Shirot, my child, food is the foundation of everything. You must always pay attention to the army's stockpile of food... There is a large area of ​​cultivated farmland outside the Water Valley City. What is the specific situation?"

"Grandfather, the South Road Corps, has been keeping food for three months. I still have 90,000 young prisoners in my hands, and they have not been transported. They gathered in this area and cultivated a total of 500,000 mu of cultivated land! ... It is still six It's too late to plant corn, but pumpkins are just right. The army will continue to use captives and plant more pumpkins to feed their stomachs. As long as the autumn harvest is in September and October, the food supply of the Southern Army Corps will be relieved! "

Ninety thousand young and strong people have cultivated 500,000 mu, about five or six mu per capita. This is labor as a prisoner, and it is very good to be able to do it to this extent.

The Mexica Legion was able to use the captives and farm outside the Water Valley City without worrying about the harassment of hostile tribes, indicating that the army's control over this area was already very stable. And as the commander-in-chief, Xiulote can let go of the hatred of his old enemies and let the Mexican Legion accept the Tlaxcalans, which shows the prestige and mind of the king even more!

"Shirot, you are born handsome, and even an outstanding king."

The high priest's face showed sincere relief. He stretched out his dry palm and, after many years, touched his grandson's head again.

At this moment, he looked at the heroic young man, and he had a lot of emotions stirring in his heart, and he wanted to talk about it... But when the words came to his mouth, he was silent for a long time, but only left a few earnest exhortations, his eyes contained gentle.

"...My child, you still have a long and long way to go. You walk steadily, don't be in a hurry, you will detour if you are in a hurry... I know that there is always an unknown hidden in your heart. But you are still young and have enough time to realize it. Don’t bear too much alone, there will always be someone who can share the burden for you and is willing to pay for you... In the future, you have to be good, good, and go. down..."

The voice of the high priest gradually became lower, almost inaudible. In the end, he just kindly rubbed his grandson's head, just like he often did when he was a child.

Feeling his grandfather's touch, Shiloh was stunned for a long time, and softness appeared in his heart.

He vaguely remembered that the last time his grandfather touched his head was before the westward expedition to Tarasco. And the last time, it was the big sacrifice of the capital city in the lake. I was released by the elders, and my grandfather rushed over from the holy city of Teotihuacan. Going further, he returned with Orosh's capture. He sat beside his grandfather, with his father, listening to his grandfather's expectations and arrangements...

Time flows like water, turning the youth into youth and the prime into old age. And when he was born, the middle-aged priest who once held a young baby high, laughed heartily, and named himself, is now very old. With a white head and a slightly stooped back, he stroked himself with his large, thin hands, a smile on his wrinkled face...

He is old... Only those eyes are still so deep, full of deep love and heart-wrenching nostalgia.

Shirot stared blankly at his grandfather, and an inexplicable shadow came to his mind. I don't know when, his eyes were wet, and he let out a low voice with some fear.

"Grandfather? . . . will you . . be here?"

"Well. My child, I'll be by your side . . . always."

Speaking of this, the high priest bowed his head slightly and turned his body sideways. His face fell into the shadow of the bonfire, but he couldn't see it clearly.

"Shirot, after a long journey, I'm a little tired... just sleep in your tent."

"well!"

Shirot nodded again and again. He pursed his lips and whispered.

"Grandfather, I'll sleep with you..."

"No. You are old, and now you are the leader of an army. You must always maintain your majesty."

The high priest raised his head, his eyes were bright, and his face was already a gentle smile.

"Besides, I will think about how to deal with the priests of Cholula tomorrow."

"...it is good."

Sherlot hesitated for a while, and nodded when he saw his grandfather's indifferent smile. He stood up, glanced at his grandfather again, and then turned to leave the tent.

The bonfire in the tent has not been extinguished, and a hunched figure is projected on the thick cloth tent. Facing the bonfire, the figure sat alone for a long time, not knowing what to think.

Shirott returned to the tent, slept for a while, remembered his grandfather's eyes, but couldn't fall asleep. Finally, he simply got up again and came to the main tent. The bonfire in the tent has not been extinguished, but the figure has fallen asleep.

"Well, grandfather is old. About alone, afraid to sleep in the dark."

Across the tent, Shulot watched the bonfire and saw the approximate location of his grandfather. Afterwards, he walked to the other side of the tent, dressed like this, and lay outside the tent. The night in late spring is not cold, and the clear moonlight falls on the face, like the light of the reception, and like the projection of another world.

Sherlot and grandfather were separated by a layer of cloth, and could vaguely hear grandfather's breathing. Only then did he settle down, and under the gentle moonlight, he soon fell asleep. This night, he slept very peacefully and did not have any dreams. Because, grandfather is by his side, just a stone's throw away...

Early the next morning, the high priest, fully dressed and armed with a scepter, set out on his way to Cholula.

"The High Priest, the Army of the South Road, the 50,000-strong army, is just outside the city of Cholula!"

Shirlot straightened his waist ~www.readwn.com~ confident and high-spirited. He stood in front of his grandfather, held his old hand, and said with concern.

"...You can talk to them! Cholula City, there is no choice. And with me, they will never dare to offend you!"

Hearing his grandson's words, the high priest raised his eyebrows and a sincere smile appeared on his face.

"it is good!"

"...Grandfather, go back quickly, come back early..."

"...it is good!"

The high priest nodded slowly, as if promising the oath of the ancestors. Then, he took a deep look at his grandson and turned away with a smile. Beside him, dozens of temple warriors stood guard like his shadow.

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