Aztec Eternals

As the sun goes west, it reflects the boundless magnificent sunset glow, emitting a golden brilliance all over the sky, like a sacred flame ignited in the sky of the Kingdom of God.

Under the sky, in the camp among the mountains and forests, the accompanying priests quickly built a simple altar. They set up a raging holy fire in front of the altar, and then sang simple and lofty hymns, and the camp was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere.

Shulot put on a gorgeous sacrificial attire and stood majestically on the altar. Through the flames in front of his eyes, he looked at the tribe hunters kneeling in awe, and chanted loudly.

"Praise be to my god Vitzilopochtli!.Sacrifices to Him!"

Hearing His Highness's will, Toltek took out a captured fresh wild deer, and respectfully walked to the altar. He knelt down on one knee, lowered his head, and pressed the wild deer to the altar with both hands. The priest next to him held down the head of the wild deer, and placed a large pottery basin under the slender neck.

Only then did Shulot take out the obsidian dagger that was sacrificed, and prayed loudly with a solemn face. Then, his voice stopped abruptly, and his movements suddenly became violent. The sacrificial dagger slashed across the neck of the wild deer, breaking through the soft barrier, allowing the warm vitality to flow out and pour it into the pot. The wild deer struggled violently for a few moments, but was held tightly by the strong Toltek, and soon became motionless.

Shulot stood up and continued to chant, calling for the coming of the Lord God. The warriors and priests proceeded with the next steps. Soon, the whole wild deer was thrown into the scorching bonfire, and the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh. Then, the aroma of roasted meat turned to pungent burnt burnt. The blood in the clay pots was blended into blood wine, poured into rows of clay cups, and placed next to the holy fire to be warmed by the hot flames.

Looking at the awe-inspiring and obedient faces in the audience, Shulot nodded in satisfaction. This is a burnt offering without leaving any meat. The complete sacrifice is presented to the main god through the flames, and the burning "fragrance" is used to praise the sacrifice and express the piety in the heart. This kind of sacrifice existed widely in the sacrifices of Shang and Zhou Dynasties. In the early stage, people were sacrificed, and in the later stage, cattle were sacrificed. In the teachings of the cross religions, this is the best sacrifice, and sheep or birds are often used as sacrifices.

Shulot has been promoting religious reformation. When he can call the shots, he will use animal sacrifices instead of the common human sacrifices.

The young priest didn't think any more. He intoned the next part aloud.

"Praise be to my God, Vitzilopochtli!. Give Him all my body, mind and soul!"

This is the part of swearing allegiance. The priests sprinkled sulfur powder into the bright yellow holy fire, and the flame suddenly turned blue, and the pungent breath came to the face, as if connected to another world.

The tribal leaders were urged to the altar by the warriors with uncontrollable fear. Facing the burning holy fire, they knelt hard in front of the priest, bowing their heads deeply. Afterwards, the priests shaved their hair mercilessly, and threw the long hair that had been stored for many years into the fire. The flames rose high, and the black smoke brought the souls of the converts into the Kingdom of God and handed them over to the Lord God.

Xiulot announced solemnly and solemnly.

"The Lord God is supreme and omnipotent. He is watching you all the time, giving you light, food and offspring. He controls your soul, decides where you go after death, and goes to the Kingdom of God or the Abyss. From then on, you become the Lord God believers, and become His warriors, fighting to spread the glory of the Lord God!"

After promising the present and future generations, Xiulot took out more than twenty sun talisman necklaces and put them on the tribal leaders one by one. It is a reward for their allegiance and a pledge of conversion. Afterwards, the chiefs gulped down the staghorn wine, and then firmly grasped the silver necklace, the pure gold sun hummingbird. Feeling the talisman in their hands, under the guidance of the priest, they knelt down and praised the Lord God, chanting his name over and over again.

In the lofty ceremony and mysterious atmosphere, the hunters came forward one after another, shaved off all their hair, drank the fishy blood wine, and knelt down together to pray to the main god. They changed their bodies and kept their hair cut to prove their piety, and also slightly increased their agility. They were injected with faith, converted to the main god, and used religious ideas to maintain their loyalty to the alliance.

Xiulot represents the gods, standing majestically on the altar until the end of the allegiance ceremony. He looked at the bald hunters in the audience, and then at the new longbow made of bows, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"They should be given another cotton robe and a long scarf wrapped around their heads." The young man thought of the classic monk-soldier look, smiled slightly in his heart, and nodded solemnly.

When the long ceremony ended, the sun had set and the sky was full of stars. In the school grounds, more bonfires were lit, and the smell of food began to permeate, which was the beginning of the night banquet.

Beside the bonfire in the center, Shulot put on a relaxed samurai robe, and surrounded by his followers, he drank wine and ate meat happily. When the wine was half full, the tribal leaders who had just converted came here respectfully and hand in hand. They will dance to the honorable and sacred "Great Chief".

Xiulot readily agreed. He sat cross-legged in the middle, accepting gifts from everyone. Thousands of tribesmen sang ancient mountain songs together, praising heroes and ancestors, and the desolate voice drifted into the distance. The older hunters played the bamboo flute and the bone xun. The melodious sound of the flute and the simple sound of the xun are like the sounds of nature.

Then, the headmen in costumes with feather crowns appeared on the stage. They stepped alternately, shaking the bells of their siblings, waving the sticks with holes, and whistling like the wind. After dancing for a few moments, from time to time a leader came forward respectfully, knelt down in front of His Highness, and held up personally roasted venison, bird, rabbit, wild goose, and even a black eagle that symbolized death.

Shulot nodded with a smile. He signaled to Bertard that it was okay, and then took the food with his own hands, taking a symbolic sip of each. Whenever he tasted a gift, a group of tribesmen cheered and danced in unison. When all the offerings were over, the camp was full of jubilation and shouting.

"The Great Chief! The Great Chief! The Great Chief!."

Xiulot carefully identified the dialects of these tribes, and then laughed. With a big wave of his hand, the warriors surrounded by his attendants also stood up together. They sang poems of flowers and death, beat low-pitched war drums, blew heavy conch horns, and presented warriors' war dances to His Royal Highness!

The intense dance was accompanied by the earth-shattering music, and the cheers were accompanied by the singing of poems, just like smooth wine, which made Shulot feel extremely relaxed and refreshed! He drank the tequila in his hand, forgot all the troubles in the capital, recalled the loud banquets he had had, laughed and sang loudly.

No one can hear His Highness's song clearly, even the samurai commander who has been with him for many years can only guess. He felt the young man's full of pride, looked at his flying spirit, and tasted the deep nostalgia from that unrestrained heartiness.

Unknowingly, the night gradually darkened. The bright moon rose to the top of the zenith amidst the singing, and then drifted silently to the west. The moonlight is fading away, shining on the gradually extinguished bonfire on the ground, taking away the distant dream.

When the first ray of dawn illuminates the sky, the rhythm of the body wakes up the hangover Shulot on time.

In the largest cabin, the boy suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the dim dawn, pressed his forehead hard, and moaned softly, feeling a little bit reluctant for a moment.

"When I dreamed back last night, the fragrance of flowers filled Zhengyi. The homeland is only in the old dream~~"

The next two days remained busy. After the ceremony and feast, the loyalty of the tribe hunters was finally maintained at an acceptable level, and slowly improved with the teachings of the military priests.

Xiulot personally presided over the next training. The training of longbow hunters is not complicated. In terms of martial arts, they only need to practice bow and arrow repeatedly, and practice the short dagger that they carry when they unstring the bow.

In terms of tactics, as militiamen, they don't need to practice formation, as long as they can understand the orders of drums and conch sounds, and understand the flags indicating the direction of attack. Specifically in the battalion, they only need to follow the tribe as a unit to practice simple and effective tactical actions such as gathering, dispersing, attacking, retreating, extending wings, and shooting at fixed points.

Xiulot stayed for another two days. Under his urging, more than 2,000 Tlaxcala bows were finally shipped from the armory, and the tribal hunters were preliminarily refitted. There are also seven or eight hundred new-style longbows, and the old hunters with excellent archery skills are given priority. The remaining longbows are still being mobilized one after another. Of course, such a costly military weapon will only be delivered reluctantly by His Royal Highness after repeated pressure.

During his spare time in training, Shulot would always gather the officers in the camp and tell them his understanding of the Longbow Militia. It wasn't until the sun in April shone on the earth, and there was more moisture in the air, that he called Toltek, and finally told him.

"Toltek, my black wolf. The battlefield positioning of the longbow militia is a continuous and powerful assistance, and when they occupy a strong position, they can shoot effectively. Their most important ability is mobility, and they must run faster than all warriors. All fast!

The Longbow Militia avoids all forms of melee combat and always keeps a distance from the enemy. They would harass forward before a battle, and move quickly in the heat of battle, looking for flanking opportunities. The most important of these is to maintain an orderly retreat when being pursued! You need to practice pursuit and retreat with samurai and them.

In addition to fierce battles, the mountain people can be active in the mountains and forests, relying on the advantage of the range of bows and arrows, to continuously attack the enemy's camps and grain roads. Just like what the Otomi militia once did! "

Toltek nodded seriously. He took out the pen and paper, drew moving little people on it, and then wrote down one, two, three, four.

Shulot took the young warrior's notebook, flipped through the records of the previous pictures, and nodded in relief and helplessness. He pressed Toltek's shoulders again.

"Toltek, when I go out at the end of the month, I will take away all the longbow warriors, but I will give you a group of warrior guards as the core force to control the longbow militia. I never worry about your outstanding bravery, and I believe in you Flexible wisdom. However, I have higher expectations for you. To be an excellent commander, you need to learn more! There is no one else here, and I want to issue a new military order to you.

There are still 180 days until October, and you have to remember three words every day. When you lead the longbow militia and see me again, you must master at least five hundred words! If you can't complete this task, you will hand over the militia to the adjutant during the Western Expedition, and come to my camp to write every day! "

Toltek's confident and high-spirited face suddenly became bitter. He thought about it, and tried to argue.

"Your Highness, you can't count like this! I remember three words every day, and I forget two the next day. In fact, there is only one every day."

Shulot has strode out of the tent, leaving a commanding order in the wind.

"Then remember five words every day!"

Berthard smiled, patted Toltek on the shoulder, and left with a smile.

Shulot bid farewell to his venerable followers and left the camp in the mountains. He had no time to explore the sights of the sacred mountain, but made a quick trip to busy Lake Texcoco.

Although he did not return in January, he has always maintained close ties with the capital. The high priests dispatched priests to accompany the army, and the envoys of the Divine Revelations reported the latest progress from time to time, and Avit also sent people to inquire about the new army and new weapons. The Mexica war machine continued to run, and important spring plowing was also in preparation.

Shulot, in light clothes and simple clothes, ran all the way with the guarding warriors. He has received the latest notification that there has been new progress in the gunpowder weapons on Skyfire Island. Not long after, the boy went boating on Lake Texcoco, bypassed the majestic capital city in the lake, and came to Tianhuo Island on the south side of the lake.

Seeing His Highness's flag from a distance, Esco had been waiting on the pier for a long time. He saluted respectfully, and then, under His Highness's inquiry, reported the latest soil salt inventory. Shulot calculated the amount of gunpowder that could be made in his mind, and nodded slightly satisfied.

Next, Esco announced to His Highness respectfully and proudly.

"Your Highness, the output of nitrate in Tianhuo Island has reached 200 jin per day! With the reduction of nitrate collection and the abundance of salt workers, the output of nitrate will be further increased!"

Shulot looked not far away, the twenty or thirty new heads on the fence, nodded calmly and slowly. April is here, the climate is getting warmer and the rainy season is coming. The collection of nitrate in saline lands is starting to be difficult and will soon stop completely.

"Esco, you're doing a good job! Again, the boiled soil nitrate should be sealed and stored in cans, scattered and hoarded. Be careful when handling. How long can the remaining nitrate be consumed? Urine nitrate Has the development progressed?"

Esco replied with a smile.

"Your Highness, don't worry, the stored nitrate is piled up like a mountain! According to the current consumption rate, it can be maintained until the cold season at the end of the year. At that time, the nitrate can be collected again."

Afterwards, Esco paused slightly and spoke in a low voice.

"As for the development of urine nitrate, I will redouble my urging to Moreno, the leader of the salt workers, and add this task to other salt workers!"

Shulot glanced at Esco's fierce expression, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Okay. Esco, you can handle it yourself, I just want the result!"

After all, Shulot patted Esco's shoulder affectionately. He thought for a moment, then took out the sun necklace with the pure gold amulet hanging on it, put it on the excited steward of Nitro, and then whispered.

"Salt workers need devout beliefs to maintain their enthusiasm for work. I will send a few priests to stay here, and they will further control the salt workers."

After finishing the order, Shulot kept a serious face. He turned around, looked at Talea who was waiting quietly with spring water in his eyes, and approached slowly majesticly. Then, seeing the expectant expression of the potter girl, he hesitated for a moment, and finally smiled.