Aztec Eternals

Rainy nights in August are long and beautiful. The warm wind swirls around the bosom, the stone lotus blossoms and falls, and the clear dew slips through the grass. Birds sing and sing, foxes wag their tails gently, jaguars crouch down and howl... until the night is dark, and the clouds and mists disappear, only a clear song lingers, touching the heart.

"The moon sets and the sun rises, and the rain and wind are sudden all night; I search for the secrets, until my back hurts; the flowers bloom and fold, which makes people refreshed, intoxicated and I don't know where to go~~"

On the morning of the second day, Shirott walked slowly, stepping on the pattering raindrops, and came back to the main hall to discuss matters with the long-awaited samurai chief. And Naxiu, who has always been standing around, um, she was inconvenient to move today, so she didn't show up.

"The precipitation this month is still so abundant!"

Shilot stood in front of the window, looking at the low-hanging sky, reminiscing about the wind and rain last night. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"The end of summer is hot and rainy, which is the peak period for the rapid growth of corn. As long as enough rain is fed, there should be a good harvest this fall."

"Not bad. God bless you! The growth of corn in the fields is very gratifying."

Bertard nodded quietly. He picked up the purple pottery kettle, brewed a cup of hibiscus tea, and handed it to His Highness. Then, he looked at His Highness, who was a little tired, and politely advised him.

"Your Highness, it is hot and rainy. Although the corn grows tall, it has the risk of growing leggy. It needs sufficient sunlight to shine... Although this cloud and rain is good, you can't be greedy."

"Indeed! If it rains and there is no sunshine, and the corn stalks grow too long, lodging will occur and the harvest will be damaged... eh?"

Xiulott took a sip of the scented tea, savored the rich floral fragrance, and nodded in agreement. Immediately, he saw the piercing gaze of the samurai chief, and after a little stunned, he came to his senses and responded with some embarrassment.

"...The battle is hard, and I take a break from time to time..."

"Your Highness, you haven't practiced martial arts in the morning for a long time."

Bertard smiled and clicked. He also took a sip of scented tea, which naturally led to the topic.

"As a samurai, you must always exercise a strong body, condense a firm will, and store the essence of 'Yin Hortel' in your liver... Your Highness, it's better to accompany you to practice tomorrow morning!"

"Get up early and practice martial arts?"

Hearing the words, Shiroute's eyes flashed. Ten years of memories poured into his mind, making him a little dazed. From the age of ten, he trained as a samurai with the jaguar Olosh. From the age of thirteen, the target of sparring became a loyal samurai chief until he got married at the age of nineteen last year. Before I knew it, the training of the samurai had been put down for a year...

"The Ronin from Douluo"

"it is good!"

The young king thought for a moment, then looked solemn and nodded decisively. He stared at the quiet samurai chief and said with emotion.

"Bottard, at my current position, there are fewer and fewer people who can persuade me... If you leave soon, who else will be in the kingdom to replace you?"

"His Royal Highness, Jaguar Orosh, has rich experience and keen eyesight, and can take charge of the overall situation of the kingdom. He is loyal to you. After I leave, among the generals, he should be headed by him."

"Yeah. Jaguar Olosh is a general left to me by my father and a teacher when I was young. I have always trusted him very much. It's just that he has to sit in the kingdom and can't accompany me."

Shilot pondered for a while, then took another sip of tea and asked with a smile.

"What about other than that?"

"Veteran General Etalik is firm and steady, and has a strong style. He is from His Royal Highness's family samurai, with deep experience and loyalty to His Highness. Among the generals, he should be second."

"Veteran Etalic is a general left by my grandfather. He is old and strong, and can entrust me with important tasks to sit in the south for me. However, although Etalic is healthy and able to fight the enemy, he is over fifty. .."

"His Royal Highness, your family has many warriors, who have followed for generations, and their loyalty has been tested. The high priest has already gone to the kingdom of God, and the commander of the Eagle Legion is by the king's side. You are their only loyal Lord... Temple Guard Chief Elvi, High Priest and Chief Guard Ekat, and High Priest and Guard Eva, can all fight for you!"

Bertard thought about it for a while, and emphasized the recommendation.

"Head of the bodyguard, Ekater, his martial arts are not inferior to me at all. Your Highness, you can call him to your left and right, keep you safe with you, and continue to practice martial arts."

"Captain Eckart?"

Shulot closed his eyes and meditated, and a resolute and steady figure appeared in front of him. It was also the family warrior he had been familiar with since he was a child.

Eckart had guarded his grandfather for many years, and his loyalty was beyond doubt. On the night of his grandfather's death, he even led the dead, set fire to the holy city of Cholula, and rushed back and forth.

"Okay! Bertard, you reminded me well! . . . um, any other suggestions?"

The samurai chief hesitated for a while before speaking cautiously.

"His Royal Highness, your relatives and brothers are all getting older... Maybe you can cultivate one or two."

"Huh? My kin brother? You mean..."

"It's up to His Highness to decide!"

Bertard bowed his head and saluted without saying much.

Shiloh pursed his lips and thought silently. In this era when the noble and the lowly are born and the family is higher than the state, the relatives of the monarch often hold great power. Even with some unspeakable risk, most of the time, they are the king's most important support force, and their loyalty will definitely trump other gods.

The elder Trakael was the brother of the first king, Montezuma, and he also successively raised three of Montezuma's grandsons as kings of the alliance.

"Do the math, Huwari is four years younger than me, and I am sixteen this year; Hugargo is five years younger than me, and fifteen years old this year. Both of them have completed basic warrior training... The elder brother is like a father, and his father has The two younger brothers are handed over to me, and I always hope that they can achieve something. At this time, there will be no major changes in the Eastern Expedition...

Sherlot thought for a moment and then made a decision.

"Send envoys to call them both from the capital of Qin Congcan to the army! Start with the guards of the personal guard battalion, and don't give them any preferential treatment."

In Nahuatl, cuauhtli means white eagle and galgo means greyhound. Well, eagle and dog are both favorite names for Mexicans. Therefore, the meanings of the names Xiuvari and Xiujiago are "Xiu Baiying" and "Xiu Greyhound".

"Follow your will, Your Highness!"

Bertard saluted respectfully, and Shulot nodded in thought.

The family samurai of the father and grandfather, the relatives and brothers of the royal family, are all loyal forces that can be relied on. In addition to them, the rest are the trusted generals he has cultivated with one hand and one hand.

"Bottard, among the generals, who can be the third?"

Hearing this question, the samurai chief looked solemn. He thought for a long time and answered cautiously.

"His Royal Highness, the hereditary noble Kuluka, is smart, thoughtful, simple and loyal. He can take the heart of a warrior militia, and is full of respect for His Royal Highness. "

"Haha, Monkey Kuluka! Over the past few years, he has guarded the north for me, managed the Canine Flag Team, and stably controlled the Chapala Lake District and the Otomi three states... A commander who is really good at fighting will not There will be extraordinary victories, but there will be no wisdom and bravery. Because everything is prepared, there is no need to take risks."

Shilot smiled, took a sip of tea, and said something meaningful.

"Monkey, after a few more years of training, he can become a marshal! I once thought of sending him to the big event in the East. However, I am worried that he is too flexible and not easy to put too far. After all, some loyalty , don't use time and distance to test..."

Hearing this, Bertard froze in his heart. He immediately fell to his knees and bowed his head to the king.

"His Royal Highness! The Lord God bears witness, I am loyal to you!..."

"Bertard."

The young king raised his eyes and looked at the knelt samurai chief. Then, he stretched out his hands and held up the other person himself.

"Between you and me, although we are monarchs and ministers, we are actually teachers and students. I trust you as much as I trust my siblings. I will entrust you with everything in the Eastern Islands. If it is suitable for the Taino people in the east, I will also trust you. The land can be made king..."

"Your Highness! Please don't say any more."

The knight's forehead was sweating, and his calm face showed fear.

"You are the exalted sun, to surpass everything in the world!"

"Um."

Shilott smiled and said nothing more. He changed the subject and asked gently.

"I heard that you are going to marry your niece to the black wolf Toltek?"

"Yes, Your Highness! My niece, "Pearl" Ashali (a) is sixteen years old, and she is of age to marry. Toltec is the junior I have always valued..."

Bertard's expression was still a little nervous.

"Your Highness, if you think it's not right, you can cancel the engagement..."

"No, it's a good engagement."

Shilot nodded with a smile, and he was not dissatisfied with the marriage of the trusted generals.

"Among the generals, next to the monkey is the black wolf Toltek. He is unparalleled in bravery, sharp and unparalleled, and has great military exploits. His character is actually straightforward and simple, even a little simple... You entrusted your niece to him, you read it right!"

Speaking of this, Xiuluo paused, the corners of his mouth raised.

"Bottard, it's you who are over forty, neither married nor have any children. I have already instructed Naxiu to send you two Tlaxcala girls tonight. While there is still time, leave a descendant in the kingdom before going to the east!"

"Your Highness! This...I..."

Bertard's expression was cramped, he hesitated, and his face was a rare red face.

Shirott smiled and commanded solemnly.

"Bottard, this is the king's order for you, it must be obeyed!"

"No, Your Highness...I...I already have children."

"What? What did you say?"

Bertard gritted his teeth, lowered his voice, and whispered back.

"It's a girl, just two years old. At the head of the navy of the Alliance, next to Anatri... According to the custom of the Anna family, the girl belongs to her..."

"Huh?! You and Anatri, have a two-year-old girl?"

Shulot's eyes widened, and he looked up and down at the samurai chief who would bow his head in embarrassment, and was really impressed. This is done in a secret way, and there is no rumor in the Kingdom of the Lake.

"Bottard, why don't you pick up the girl and take it with you to raise it? Or, I will send an envoy to propose to King Avet for you."

"Your Highness... no need."

Hearing this, Bertard shook his head, calm and firm.

"The navy family of the alliance is an independent inheritance and does not lean towards any side of the royal family. If Anatri and I marry, they will not be able to continue to lead the navy... She is unwilling to leave."

"As for the child, if she is nurtured in the navy family, it is very likely that she will succeed the name of the mother of the lake 'Annatri' and become the next navy head... And I am by His Royal Highness, bearing the responsibility I have a heavy responsibility, and I have no time to teach my children.”

"..."

Shirot looked at the quiet warrior chief, and after a while, he sighed faintly.

"Bottard, thank you for your hard work."

"Your Highness..."

The monarch and the minister were silent for a while, drinking tea at the same time. After a long while, the low voice of dialogue sounded again in the hall.

"After the black wolf, how will the generals be sorted?"

"The hereditary noble Ezpan is in awe of you. He guards the southwest, has a ruthless style, works decisively, and is as stoic as a wolf. After the black wolf, he can be the fifth."

"and then?"

"Barda, the eagle warrior, is loyal to the royal family and respects you. He has deep experience and is a general of the Imperial Guard Corps. He works calmly. He's sixth."

"Um... keep going."

"Following, is the poet-commander Balamo, who guards the northern wasteland. He is kind, thoughtful, not afraid of hard work, and has no ambitions... Director of Industry and Mining, Nekali, is in charge of the copper and iron mining area. He Experienced in battle, resolute, diligent and strict, and devout... Artillery Battalion Commander Tupa, keen, studious, loyal and obedient... Kingdom generals, as long as your Highness is in power for one day, you will be undivided and loyal. reliable!"

Shirot nodded in satisfaction. At this moment, the people mentioned by the two rulers and ministers are the generals who hold real power in the kingdom and command more than a thousand people.

"Very good! Any more?"

"In addition to the senior generals of the kingdom, there are generals from Tarasco who have surrendered, as well as the canine generals who are good at fighting... Red Frog Keka, tough and brave to fight. Red Monkey Ozuma, flexible and intelligent. Red Deer Massa Special, good at raiding. The red salamander, Arno, is good at governing the army..."

"The canine generals..."

Shirote's eyes flashed and he thought carefully. Canines are flexible in their beliefs, have simple dialectical thinking, and are quick to accept new things. Such characteristics are very suitable for dealing with the coming European colonists...

"Bottard, if you choose one of the four canine generals to go to sea with you. Who do you want?"

"what?"

Bertard looked surprised. He looked at His Highness's serious expression, thought for a moment, and then gave an affirmative answer.

"Your Highness, I want Arno, the red salamander."

Shirot was very interested and looked at the calm samurai chief.

"why?"

"Because, the red salamander chief Ashlot is dead, and there is only Arno in the kingdom."

Bertard smiled and explained in detail.

"Ano used to hide his name and farm in the village. Compared with the other chiefs, he did not have much ambition... The Eastern Islands are thousands of miles away. If the generals have too much ambition, they will become the kingdom's leader. Hidden danger."

"...Um."

Xiulott pondered for a long time, looked at the sincere samurai captain, and nodded heavily.

The family generals left by the father and grandfather, the relatives and brothers cultivated by the royal family, the cronies who came from civilians, and the generals who returned from the war... They together control the military power of the Kingdom of the Lake, and they both cooperate and restrain each other. And what brought them together was the only king in the kingdom!

"No, there is still a power on the water. Although this power is small at present, it has an infinite possible future!"

The young king's eyes flickered, his thoughts fluctuated. After a few breaths, he straightened his spine, looked towards the west, and spoke in a deep voice.

"The kingdom's exploration fleet, where is it now, and how long has it been resting?"

"His Royal Highness, it has been half a year since the kingdom's expedition fleet returned. Now, the two captains headed are resting in Zicao City, where the kingdom's southern navy is stationed."

"Having a rest for half a year is enough!"

The corners of Shilot's mouth twitched, and he announced that Wang Ling could not be refused.

"Send messengers and let the two expedition captains drive the longboat along the Tulsa River and head eastward! Within a month, they will arrive at the water valley city camp, waiting for new dispatches."

"His Royal Highness, the middle section of the upper reaches of the Tulsa River is extremely steep and difficult to navigate..."

"It is rainy in summer, and the water level of some tributaries rises, so small boats can pass. Well, send some local fishermen to guide. In addition, along the upstream, arrange Tlaxcala people. If it is really difficult, mobilize thousands of people and tow them on land. over!"

"This... boating on land?..."

Hearing this, Bertard looked surprised. He thought about it for a while, then nodded again.

"Indeed, although the longboat is long, it is not heavy. As long as there is enough manpower, it is feasible to tow. At present, among the South Route Army, there are many prisoners, and the most important thing is manpower."

"Ha ha!"

Shilot laughed loudly and made a decision. He looked at the statue of the Lord God, and prayed loudly with the determination and will of a king.

"God bless! Riding on dry land is naturally a grand plan to go to the vast East!...I am here, waiting for them to come!"Click to download this book Station APP, massive novels, free to read!