Aztec Eternals

October is the end of the rainy season, and the sun finally spreads generously on the earth, illuminating the way back.

October is also the season when the harvest is completed, and it is the joy for farmers to obtain food. At this moment, Shilot was standing on the hill, looking to the south from a distance.

There is the edge of the Mexica Valley, and the fields are already full of withered and yellow corn stalks. You can vaguely see farmers busy in the fields, picking up the missing grain. The monsoon carries the unique fragrance of grains, which is the taste of harvest. That is the land of the Mexicans.

In the Mexican highlands, the autumn corn harvest often begins in mid-September and is completed by the end of September. This will be the main ration for farmers in a year, which determines their life and death.

And when he turned and continued northward, there were only barren fields in front of him, a field full of withered grass, a village that was turned to ashes by the Otomi guerrillas, and the faint bones between the villages.

These Otomi villages were doomed to destruction in the war. If they did not take in the Otomi partisans, they would be considered enemy destruction. And once accepted, the Mexican punishment will follow. In this way, this land has become an uninhabited ghost land in the long battle.

"The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster in a thousand miles. This is the land of the Otomi people." The young man sighed faintly.

And close to the army, there were hundreds of fresh, thin, hunched corpses lying all over the place. The warriors of the vanguard are replacing worn obsidian blades.

Just now, the front of the army was suddenly attacked by a group of Otomi guerrillas.

Two or three hundred Otomi militiamen, armed with stone spears and wooden sticks, roared wildly, and suddenly rushed out of the mountains. They were driven by more than a dozen Otomi warriors, and they slammed into the front of the Jaguar warriors and the directly subordinate warriors. They were mercilessly beaten by the battle sticks and turned into warm corpses on the ground, without causing even a trace of damage.

They were like harmless moths that fell into a bonfire, making a crackling sound and then turning to ashes.

The militiamen have just engaged with the warriors of the Mexica. The samurai who hid behind did not stop, turned and fled into the forest. They have done their job of driving the militias to their death.

The howls of wild dogs echoed in the mountains and forests. Their eyes were red, and they had eaten corpses long ago. At this time, they were attracted by the large-scale army and hung far behind. Based on the barren experience of their dog life, these dangerous bipedal beasts will kill each other and then bring them new food, just as the battle has just ended.

Sherlot was wearing a helmet that covered his face, wearing a coyote priest uniform, and holding a topaz scepter. He stepped on the ground in front of him, and the soil was slightly dry and hard in the sun. Compared with the soft muddy ground in the rainy season, this kind of ground is much more comfortable to walk on, and it is more suitable for warriors to fight.

"This attack is pointless! The trees are clear, the ground is dry and the weather is clear. The militias have absolutely no advantage in the terrain and are not numerous enough to inflict any harm on the Mexica warriors. The Otomi Totally crazy!"

The boy looked at the militiamen who were thin like reed sticks. These peasants cannot even be called soldiers. They are just feeble, starving mad victims.

"The peasants must have had a very hard time this year. The rapid consumption of food by the war, coupled with the great famine of the whole year, before the new year, at least three out of ten peasants must die, and the rest are on the verge of death."

Bertard sighed. The vicissitudes of life, the samurai chief was born in the commoner class, and felt the suffering of farmers.

"Even so, for the sake of the war, the nobles of Otomi will still take away the last ration of the peasants and let more people starve to death. They have to fill the warehouses that have been empty because of the siege, and their own dining table."

"So." Shirault frowned, "If we leave Hirotepec, not only will they not provide relief to the local farmers, but they will desperately plunder to fill their granaries?"

"Of course! The city of Hirotepec was also besieged by us for four months, and then we were forced to hand over 30 years of tribute. Because of the siege, their autumn harvest last year was not completed.

I planted some this spring, and I just harvested a little pumpkin and soybeans in the first two months, but it was only a drop in the bucket. The corn was not harvested, and the priests and nobles seized the opportunity to revolt and fight us again. Now the two armies face off, and the fields are either deserted or burned. In the city of Hilotepec, there are still up to four months of food!

If we don't collect the rations of the peasants, what should we do if our army is besieged again? For their own survival, the nobles will mercilessly let the peasants die!

Now is also the time when they don't care about casualties the most. The crazy guerrillas of the Otomi are deliberately reducing the number of militias. Rather than let the militias consume food, or starve to death, let them do us some harm, so that the starving people will not start a riot. This is the truth of nobility! "

Bertard's eyes were calm and deep anger.

After fighting for decades, he has long been accustomed to the life and death of warriors, but he cannot forgive the brutality of the nobles and the hardships of the commoners. He wants change to happen. Thinking of hope, the samurai chief glanced silently at Shulot and stopped talking.

The young man frowned in thought. He remembered the temple calculations before the decisive battle, and Avit taught him what is the commander's perspective. In the commander's mind, life is nothing but a calculated number.

According to his and Avit's original plan, the army would negotiate with the Otomi people, rescue Kassar, who was in charge of the rear of the palace, and the three thousand warriors directly under his command, and then exchange food with the Otomi people for prisoners. After the peace talks, the whole army went south, evacuated the land of the Otomi people, quickly entered the capital, and officially inherited the throne in the capital.

In the end, control the food supply in the capital and subdue Atotonilko's army of 30,000.

But now it seems that he still needs to think carefully about how to deal with Hilotepec City. This city-state has fallen into its weakest, and it also has its last madness.

Walking in a hurry, the two walked past the icy militia's corpse. The samurai did not spend time burying their enemies, and had no interest in the odds and ends that might be on the militia.

The brigade of samurai had just passed by when the pack of wild dogs swarmed up behind them. They have long been impatient to wait. But this time, they didn't need to laboriously dig out the corpse from the soil.

After thinking silently for a long time, the boy asked again.

"Since there is a shortage of food, why did the nobles of Hilotepec rush to revolt? Are they really willing to sacrifice themselves for Ottopan City?"

Bertard looked towards the mountain forest in the west, which was the direction of Ottopan City. He pondered the known information.

"The main reason is hatred. The priests hated the Legion of Mexica, and so did the nobles and warriors."

The boy remembered the altar that was dragged away, the priests who cut their faces and swore. There are also piles of confiscated tributes, many of which are engraved with the family crests of nobles. At the end were the offerings of the three thousand males, and their relatives who cried after them.

"Also, Ottopan and the Tarascara must have given them certain promises. Such as food supplies, and such as army support. If the army of Mexica withdraws, they can also withdraw from the nearby peasants and wildlings. Among the tribes, they plundered food for three or four months without leaving any way out."

The young man recalled the countless burning villages and fields under Ottopan City, and the cruelty that tens of thousands of civilians were killed that night. These were experiences he couldn't forget.

"Is there any surplus food in Ottopan City? They almost ran out of food." The boy obviously didn't believe it.

"How can the promises of the city-state be counted? Ottopan City was desperate at the time, so naturally they would try their best to deceive and promise. Now, they must be trying their best to loot the peasants in their own territory, consume their own militia, and guard against the Mexicans. Or the attack of the Tarrascos.

As for the Tlaxcalans, let's not say whether they want to. Before Atotonil Kebang did not get through, it was impossible for them to transport food to the Otomi people. "

The young man nodded in agreement~www.readwn.com~ Although the long siege war dragged down the Mexicans, the huge gap in national strength and the complete destruction of agricultural production also exhausted the Otomi people at this time. The city of Hirotepec simply could not count on the promised support.

"Since Ottopan City and Hirotepec City are not in the same heart, there is a lot to do here. Let's deal with them separately!"

The civil war in Mexica has just ended, but Otomi's foreign war continues. The situation in the world changes, and everything will change with it. It just depends on how people who adapt to the situation do it.

After marching in a hurry for three days, the mountain camp finally reappeared in front of Shulot. Under the magnificent sunset, the youth's command flag was raised high, carrying the king's corpse and divine scepter, and the morale of the 4,000 troops was high.

In front of him, the scale of the mountain camp has expanded again. The densely packed camps expanded, and the flags of different city-states flew between the camps.

Tens of thousands of city-state warriors are stationed on the periphery. They were yellow-faced, skinny, and tired from their journey, but they still had the savageness of warriors. At this time, they were making a fire and cooking with hope. The smoke rose from the camp, reflecting the evening glow, heralding a sunny tomorrow.

"It seems that the 20,000 warriors from the outer city-states have surrendered. Food is the lifeblood of the army. Whoever controls the food will control the power of war!" The young man couldn't help but smile.

Seeing the returning army, the samurai along the way stepped forward one after another. They respectfully saluted the coyote priest and the legion commander, and peeked at the king's corpse in awe, as well as the shining topaz scepter in the boy's hand.

Sherlot responded with a confident smile of a victor, nodding his head.

"Now, our strength has grown again! The warriors of Mexica will once again unite under the king's banner, making all enemies tremble."

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