Aztec Eternals

The wind is mighty, the flags are flying, the marching warriors are full of fear, and the friction of armor is sonorous and powerful, showing the power of the king. Shulot led a thousand personal guards to patrol the valley, while observing the situation of the captives, while thinking about the handling of the various ministries.

Along the way, looking around, the meandering river flows through the valley, and the corn on both sides is lush. The Otomi serfs lowered their heads numbly, cleaning up the scattered debris, corpses and blood in the valley. Thousands of Guajili tribes laid down their weapons and cotton armor, and were scattered and detained in different camps. Their faces are full of unknown fear. And when the king's flag passed by, the dog descendants bowed their heads one after another, expressing deep awe and obedience to the strong man.

Seeing the Guakili bowing their heads, Shulot nodded in satisfaction. This Northern Expedition is to accept the invitation of the Otomi people, in order to prevent the dog descendants from going south. But by this time, the king's ambitions had swelled. He is eager to control the Northland as much as possible, and establish a preliminary rule of custody among the dog-born tribes.

The king ascended the hill and looked to the north. At the end of the undulating mountains is the boundless northern wilderness. It is two thousand miles from east to west, and more than two thousand miles from north to south, connecting with the Great Plains of North America. In addition to the eight tribes of dog descendants, more scattered tribes hunted in the north, chasing the bison on the wasteland, and migrated all the way to the depths of the Great Plains.

Conquering the North requires constant wars, and even more so, constant spread of influence. The first step is to take the Ottomi people as subjects and continue to assimilate them. The second step is to defeat the dog descendants going south, subdue some tribes, and establish a reputation among the wilderness tribes. The third step is to extend to the north and grasp important strongholds. Then based on this, the surrounding tribes were restrained, and trade and missionary work were carried out at the same time.

The above three steps are what Shulott needs to achieve in this northern expedition. With the basis of the first three steps, the fourth step is to imitate the Spaniards of later generations, immigrate to the real border, persuade the tribes of the dog descendants to settle down and cultivate, and then grant some autonomy, and gradually incorporate them into the ruling territory of the empire. The wilderness is vast, and conquest is an extremely long process, which belongs to the vision of a lifetime.

However, according to the trajectory of history, Western colonists will arrive within a dozen years and scatter the horses on the wasteland. In less than half a century, there will be hundreds of thousands of horses all over the Northern Mexico Wasteland and the Great Plains of North America. And all tribes on the wasteland will ride horses, evolving from hunting tribes to nomadic tribes. At that time, the difficulty of conquering the Northland will increase exponentially.

"So you need to conquer the north as soon as possible. However, the power of the alliance is limited, while the land in North America is unlimited, and there are cruel cold snaps from time to time. Let me think about it, how did the khans rule the grassland?"

Shulot thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly. He turned his eyes to the valley again, and asked after a while.

"Kaka, what do you mainly eat on the Coravea wasteland?"

"What to eat?"

Hearing this question, Keka stared round and froze. After a while, he counted his fingers and replied.

"The tribe eats everything, wherever they go! What grows in the soil includes roots, wild vegetables, corn, beans, pumpkins, and wild fruits. When the weather is good, the priests will ask everyone to plant some crops and wait for the next season Harvesting. Rabbits, deer, birds, frogs, snakes, worms, moles, mice, ants, lizards can’t be planted everywhere. If the times are really bad, they have nothing to eat, so they can only go to war with other tribes , capture other tribes and bring them back.”

Xiulot looked calm and nodded slowly. After thinking for a while, he asked again.

"Kaka, how does the land of the Otomi people compare to the wasteland?"

"It's much better! After everyone came here, everyone said that if they knew it, they would have gone south earlier to grab the land of the Otomi people. There is a lot of water, grass, and fertile land, and the yield of farming is also high. As long as one season of crops is planted, it can be supported. Ding of the tribe stutters for half a year. Chief, before you go north, everyone is planning to have a few more children and settle down here."

Coca scratched her head, with a bit of bitterness on her face.

"Well, Coca."

Shulot smiled faintly, looking into the eyes of Chief Red Frog.

"Would you like to take your tribe to the south to farm? The land there is more fertile. As long as you are busy in the field, you can eat all year round."

"As long as the field is busy, you can have enough food all year round"

Hearing this, a trace of longing appeared on Keka's face, but soon he came to his senses and replied cautiously.

"Great chief, the tribes in the wilderness are different from the tribes in the south. They are not good at farming and are used to moving around. Ordinary tribesmen may be satisfied with planing food in the fields, but the warriors in the tribe prefer to use the hunting tools in their hands." bow for food"

"Great chief, the wilderness people are born warriors, I am willing to hold the hunting bow and fight for you!"

Shulot was silent. Stephounds are indeed born fighters, excellent hunters, and the best light infantry. After this battle, with enough prisoners and established enough prestige, it is time to form a few thousand-man battalions of dog descendants. With a serious look on his face, he looked at Keka again.

"Kaka, the Red Frog Tribe in your hand, how many fighters are there now?"

"Two thousand. No, three thousand."

Keka looked at the serious expression of the great chief, trembled slightly, and answered truthfully.

"After the army arranges the valley, it will be dispatched again to conquer the Red Dog Alliance in the northeast. Keka and the three thousand soldiers of the Red Frog tribe will all go out with the army!"

"Ah, Great Chief, I am willing to lead the tribe and fight for you!"

Hearing this, Coca's eyes flickered.

"Please let me go back and prepare the warriors in the tribe."

"No need. Keka, you and the leaders of the tribe will stay by my side as personal followers. Well, I heard from the leaders that you have a red-haired bodyguard named Miwa who is also good at fighting, so let him lead three thousand Warrior!"

"Ah? Great chief, Miwa is very dull, how can he compare with me? He doesn't know how to fight, he only leads soldiers to charge!"

Keka's expression changed, and he explained eagerly.

"Stay very still, only charge?"

Shulot smiled.

"Very good, that's enough. The Red Frog Warrior just charge with all your strength, no matter how much damage you suffer in battle, I'll make it up for you!"

After speaking, the king stopped talking and strode forward. Under the protection of his personal guards, he patrolled the camps of ordinary tribes.

Ordinary tribes are roughly divided into three levels: chiefs, warriors, and tribesmen. From the chief to the tribal people, they are all equally poor, with very little personal property. The tribal warehouses are publicly owned, giving priority to warriors and males. Newborn children have a high mortality rate, and most of them are raised together. In the camp, the chief's clothes are complete and bright, especially red. The warriors are more muscular, because they are supplemented by the prey they shoot from time to time.

"Any village in the south is richer than ordinary tribes of dog descent. Well, the Guakili are tough and hard to tame, and they are poor and destitute. They regard life and death as nothing."

Seeing everything in front of him, Shulot was thoughtful. He went west along the long and narrow valley, inspecting the camps and appeasing the tribal leaders. Afterwards, the king passed by the humble town in the center of the valley, but did not enter. He just ordered in a deep voice.

"In the temple in the center of the city, erect the emblem of the Lord God! Send the priests accompanying the army to appease people in the temple. The captured dog tribes need to pray in the temple regularly!"

The king went west, passing through many abandoned camps, until he reached the mouth of the valley in the northwest. Berthard's expression was calm, and he followed His Highness again. The two continued to move forward, and soon came to a camp with the Red Crow banner.

"Your Highness, this camp has been abandoned, and the tribes in it have already escaped from the valley."

Berthard whispered back.

"There is only one old tribal priest left here, dying, and it seems that he won't live long!"