Aztec Eternals

The morning sun rises, the clouds are full of clouds, this is the autumn light of September. The mountain wind is bleak, and the long-rolled wolf flag is shining. The smoke of the cooking smokes the birds, and the eagle feathers flutter. Outside the flat water valley city, the continuous Mexican camp is bathed in the bright morning light, and the voices of people are gradually coming.

"Drip, Drip!"

The trumpet sounded, and tens of thousands of legion warriors woke up from their sleep. They adjusted their armor, maintained their weapons, and prepared their morning meal.

"Woo~! Woo~!"

The desolate horn pierced through the vast valley, awakening dozens of miles and more than 20 camps. Under the orders of the militia captain, thousands of Tlaxka mothmen emerged from the humble shacks and burrows. Then, everyone, men and women, young and old, gathered in front of the emblem of the main **** in the center of the camp.

Soon, under the guidance of the priest of the main god, more than 100,000 people raised their heads together, facing the morning light in the east, and praying to the supreme god!

"Praise the **** Huizilopochtli! She is so high and so powerful! She gives us sun and rain, harvest and food!  …"

The chaotic prayers sounded in the vast valleys, like the showers in the rainy season, and melted into neat thunder. This kind of gathering prayer, every time it is held, is so unforgettable, deeply in the hearts of the villagers and samurai!

At this moment, many Tlaxcalans who had just converted to the Lord God couldn't help shedding tears. In the sky, there seems to be a ray of light falling on their barren and dry hearts, dispelling the darkness of death and bringing new hope! Everything, like the farmland near the Tuntian camp, where the harvest is imminent, heralds, perhaps, a peaceful future.

"...Praise my God! She protects me, with spears and plows, in the whole world, writing new chapters!"

Sherlot, wearing a sacrificial robe, raised his hands high, facing the red sun in the sky, shouting the king's prayer. Standing at the head of Shuidu City, he looked around, and the endless cornfields came into his sight.

The corn in the field is lush and green, and most of the plants have one or two cobs, and very few are lodging leggy. Coupled with the passing of the rainy season, the weather is sunny and the weather is very suitable for harvesting. This year's year, in the water valley city area, is obviously a rare harvest!

"The land after the fight should always be more fertile... The use of compost has also helped a little..."

Sherlot's eyes were bright and his spine straight. He looked at the endless green and golden farmland in front of him, with a satisfied smile on his face, like a sincere child, even his voice became clear.

"500,000 acres! 500,000 acres of harvested fields! I took the Guard Corps and stationed here for nearly half a year, personally managing various camps, and guiding more than 100,000 Tlaxcalans, just for this scene!"

Looking at the star-like eyes of the king, and listening to the proud announcement of the king, Naxiu's heart also beat fast. She held on to her heart with difficulty, her eyes gradually became hazy, like dew in the sun, and she rushed to the light of the sun without turning back.

"Congratulations, Your Highness! You are the real king!"

Bertard bowed his head respectfully, and said with sincere admiration.

"The harvest fields are where the people's hearts are and where the divinity is! You are the immortal Shulotel, who is in charge of new life and death, and will bring pure and bright vitality after destroying the rotten death!"

"Ha ha!"

Hearing this, Shiloh laughed heartily, his body felt comfortable, and even his pores opened. Construction and creation always bring long-term happiness. At this moment, the happiness and satisfaction in his heart is better than leading ten thousand people to fight on the battlefield!

The sun is slowly rising, birds are circling in the sky, farmers are busy in the fields, warriors are training in the camp, everything is in order.

Shilot walked down the city, changed into a light white robe, and walked into the main hall in the city. He sat cross-legged in the hall, with Naxiu with a short dagger behind him, and Bertard with a bronze sword on his left. On his right side, is a resolute and calm middle-aged warrior. The warrior's face was a little old, but his eyes were as sharp as a falcon.

"Bottard, September is coming to an end, the rainy season is over, and the autumn harvest should be fine. King Avet sent a messenger again, urging him urgently... In two days, I will take the 4,000 Praetorian Guards to the north. , to meet the king of the tree snake city!"

Speaking of which, Shirot glanced at the calm samurai chief, then looked at the middle-aged samurai on the other side, and smiled gently.

"This time going north, in addition to the 4,000 Imperial Guards, there are also the 8,000 Feather Wild Goose Corps, the 8,000 Flower Tree Corps, and the 1,000 Elite Fire Warriors recruited from various ministries to supplement the King's newly created hair-cutting guards... There are more than 20,000 people in total. As long as the army prepares food for 20 days, when the army of the Northern Route Army is in, there will naturally be food supply."

"Your Highness, you... only bring four thousand imperial guards?"

Hearing this, Bertard pursed his lips and asked in a deep voice.

It is only one hundred and fifty li from Shuipucheng to Tree Snake City. The large Tlaxcala strongholds along the way were swept away by the North and South Corps. It only takes ten days for the South Route Army to go north, even with a slow-moving artillery battalion. However, after more than 100 miles, they were the two states controlled by the Northern Route Army. And the King's Legion has an absolute advantage...

"Yeah. Four thousand imperial guards, including three thousand heavy armor and one thousand artillery battalions, are quite enough!"

Shirott smiled confidently and made a decision.

"As for the remaining 3,000 guards... Bertard, I'll give it to you! The news has come from the Black Wolf that Shenshi City sent an envoy to express submission, and the Mistec people have shrunk in an all-round way. His Guaquili The legion will return in a few days. The scouts in the south also confirmed the movements of the Mistecs."

"... Now that the threat of the road is removed, half of the royal army and militia can be drawn from the Yamaguchi fortress group and Daolu City to fill the main camp of Mizugu City. This is the three thousand Mexican warriors and the three thousand Lake District militia. , a total of 6,000 people. The Pan Python Legion has more than 10,000 people, although they are mainly militiamen, they can also be used to maintain the camps in various places. Plus the 15,000 people in the hands of the black wolf..."

"Bottard, my loyal warrior chief, sit in the south for me! After I leave, the thirty thousand warriors in the south will all be under your command!"

"Be optimistic about the camp in Water Valley City, complete this year's autumn harvest, and appease the more than 100,000 villagers in Tlaxcala! ... By the way, Black Wolf said, he will bring back more than 20,000 Mistek youths. You But help me, transport these precious people back to the Kingdom of the Lake!"

Hearing that he was sitting in the south, Bertard was shocked. He opened his mouth in surprise and asked worriedly.

"His Royal Highness, this time north, the guards around you?"

"Haha! It doesn't matter. The captain of the guard, Ekater, is very skilled in martial arts and has guarded his grandfather for many years. This time, he will be by my side when I go north, providing military staff and participating in the guarding. Well, this is also the advice you gave me before."

After finishing speaking, Shilot kindly stretched out his hand and patted the middle-aged warrior on the right on the shoulder. The other party was his grandfather's personal guard, and he was also a family samurai he had known since childhood.

"Eckart, I'll ask you to go north this time!"

The former high priest and chief guard, the middle-aged family warrior Ekat, immediately fell to his knees and bowed his head to pay homage.

"Your Highness, you are the heir to the royal family of the holy city! I will swear to guard by your side, just like my father, grandfather and brother! I will stand in front of you, whether it is thunder, arrows, spears and axes, It's still poison!"

Seeing Eckart, who was facing the king and saluting on his knees, Bertard pursed his lips, and mixed emotions surged in his heart. However, he knew that His Highness had already chosen a new path for him. All this is unavoidable after all.

After a few breaths, the quiet warrior chief knelt down on one knee and gave a deep salute.

"Your Highness, follow your will, my only sun!"

"very good!"

Shirot nodded slightly, his expression was calm, but he had an increasingly mature majesty. He pondered for a while, counted the food in the camp, and asked solemnly.

"Bottard, how is the transfer of Tlaxcala youth going?"

"His Royal Highness, since the Eastern Expedition, the Army of the South Road Kingdom has always taken the acquisition of Dingkou as its top priority. Before attacking the Holy City in June, the Army of the South Road captured 120,000 soldiers of Tlaxcala, killed 30,000 and transported 30,000. , all young and old under the age of 35."

Bertard paused for a moment, looked at His Highness's calm face, and spoke cautiously.

"The holy city of Cholula... After the pacification, another 90,000 people were captured and 30,000 people were killed. In the past three months, a large number of newly built canoes have been launched in the kingdom, and the transportation has been accelerated. A total of 60,000 people have migrated before and after! Come, the South Route Army has captured 210,000 people, and has already migrated 90,000 people. There are about 120,000 people who are stationed in the valleys around Shuigucheng, responsible for the autumn harvest of 500,000 mu of fields!"

"Good! Good! Nearly half of the population of more than 200,000 people have migrated! As long as these 200,000 tribes are placed in the southern part of the kingdom, the strength of the kingdom in the lake will have a reborn growth!"

The young king is very satisfied. He turned and looked to the southeast. When the Black Wolf's Guaquili Legion returned, there would be 20,000 more young men. These migrating tribes and young adults have all been wiped out of the original nobles and chiefs, and can be completely in the hands of the kingdom! And these more than 200,000 people stabilized~www.readwn.com~ can support a full-time army!

"In this strife in Central America, after all, it's up to the legion in hand to speak!"

Shulot lowered his eyes, thought flashed in his heart, and wild hope surged in his chest. After a long time, he beckoned, let Bertard approach, and said another key priority, which was also the final arrangement.

The bonfire is slowly swaying without the wind. The moon sets and the sun rises, another two days of flowing water. The flowing water goes south and goes north against the Tulsa River, which is the original source of the river. And the towering White Snake Hill City, Cloud Snake Mountain City, is just north of Heyuan, sixty or seventy miles away.

At the end of September, the king's flag of the black wolf was erected high, and surrounded by 4,000 imperial guards warriors, it slowly traveled to the north. The heavy bronze cannons were dragged by the civilians and contained the power of destruction. And the huge number of city-state legions have already taken a step forward and went to the king's camp outside the tree snake city.

The king walked along the mountain road, from the harvested southern fields to the wild and grassy north. It's just that this time, there is no high wolf flag behind him, only a silver box that seems to be cold, but makes him warm.

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