Aztec Eternals

The sacred fire was ignited, and the smoke of the sacrifice rose in the square, bringing a breath of divinity. The altar stood high, and the priest's singing echoed in the valley, like the whispers of the gods.

".The sun rises in the wilderness, and the main god, Vitzilopochtli, ascends to the highest! He is supreme and omnipotent. He controls the divine world, rules all parts of the world, and also rules the people of the wilderness! Supreme The Lord God blesses the alliance and bestows the divine power of thunder and flames! Under the watchful eyes of the Lord God, the sacred Northern Expedition has achieved a perfect victory!."

Shulot was wearing a complicated sacrificial attire and stood at the highest point of the altar. Holding his emerald scepter aloft, with arms outstretched, he prayed to the Supreme Lord God.

The square is full of solemnity. Under the altar and the altar, there were hundreds of priests singing, thousands of warriors killing, and tens of thousands of surrendered Guajili tribe. At this moment, tens of thousands of people knelt on the ground, bathed in the light of the Lord God, prostrated themselves at the feet of the king, and offered their initial surrender.

"Supreme Lord God! In order to thank you for your protection, I offer you the most noble sacrifice. He is the culprit of the southern invasion, and he is also the descendant of the northern wilderness! He has the blood of divinity and was killed by the army of the Lord God. "

Shulot's chant became louder and louder, and the accompaniment of the priests also echoed into the sky. Soon, the priest king waved his divine scepter, and the eight wooden cannons exploded like thunder. The faces of the Guajili tribe in the audience showed horror, which immediately turned into deep awe. In the eyes of tens of thousands of people, the dead leader of Chichika was wearing a wolf robe, lying on a stretcher sprinkled with spices, and was carried on the altar by four priests.

Xiulot had a solemn face, as if possessing divinity. He held his breath secretly, chanted a few more lines, and threw Chichika's body into the holy fire. Then, he prayed to the Lord God again, offering dead coyotes, peaceful white-tailed deer, and bountiful river fish. For these two coyotes and white-tailed deer, thousands of warriors worked hard all day to catch them from the mountains in the east.

"Praise the Lord God, you have given us a long life! Praise the Lord God, you have given us peace after death! Praise the Lord God, you have given us the harvest of the fields and the victory of the Northern Expedition!"

The chanting of the priest of the main god echoed in the small town, accompanied by a strange dance, as mysterious as a priest of the wasteland. The heads of the various ministries fell down in the front square, their faces full of awe. Behind them, there are densely packed tribesmen like an ant colony.

"Ozoma, isn't the Great Chief Death God the incarnation of Death God? Why does he keep singing about the Lord God, the Sun God, and the God of War?"

Red Deer Chief Massat fell to his knees. Although he was full of awe, he didn't seem to affect the whisper.

"Hush! Silly deer, what are you thinking about?"

Red monkey chief Ozuma replied in a low voice with a pious expression on his face.

"It's not easy? The main god is the biggest, and the god of death is the second. Although the great chief of the god of death is powerful, he is not very old, and he is not the leader of the Southern Alliance. Above him, there is a great chief who is the incarnation of the main god. When the great chief is dead, The Great Chief Death God will become the Great Chief God!"

"Ah, so it can be changed? Then it depends on who has the most mana and who is stronger."

"Of course! If you are strong, you are naturally blessed by the gods. Right now, the Great Chief Reaper is the strongest, so why don't we all listen to him?"

The low whispers were scattered in the smoke, and then quietly stopped. For the headmen of the wasteland, it is necessary to fear the gods, but after the reverence is over, they can do whatever they want. If you want to introduce the belief in the Lord God into their hearts, you need a long-term conversion.

"God has come, watch His people! Offer up your devotion and give your soul to the Lord God!"

Soon, several high-pitched chants sounded. The priests poured tens of catties of sulfur into several piles of holy fire, and the faint blue flames rose rapidly. Seeing this mysterious spell, the people of the Guakili tribe suddenly fell into chaos, shouting with fear.

However, in front of thousands of elite warriors, they had no choice. Xiulot looked around the crowd, took a deep breath, and roared loudly.

"People of the Lord God! Drink all the blood and wine, offer your hair, convert to the Lord God, and go to shine His glory!"

The sound of "dong dong" drums sounded in an instant, followed by the singing of the priest of the main god, and the battle dance of the Mexica warriors! Guajili's various ministries, with thousands of people as a unit, came forward in batches to accept the baptism of the priests. The red-haired warriors of the tribe have always been fearless in life and death, and regard death in battle as the way home. However, at this moment, when they watched their red hair turn into blue smoke and fly into the sky of the Mexica Kingdom, they actually showed deep fear.

Sacate and Ozoma are no exception. The two dog-born chiefs offered their hair and drank the blood wine, and they were led to the edge of the altar. They looked at each other, and for the first time saw real anxiety in each other's eyes. In this era, the rituals of gods and souls will always have real constraints in people's hearts. But in the wilderness where the power of the king is beyond the reach, only the power of theocracy still has power.

Shulot stood solemnly on the high platform, staring at the people in front of him. After the conversion ceremony begins, he doesn't need to do it himself, he just needs to be a divine sculpture. With this free time, he lowered his eyes, thinking about the arrangements after the Northern Expedition.

The three-way army pursued and attacked for seven or eight days, and wiped out all the ministries in the valley. The Eastern Route Army even caught up to the tails of more than 3,000 Red Crow warriors, and bit off hundreds of young dogs. Afterwards, under the leadership of Chief Red Crow, hundreds of red-haired hunters fought to the death, and then covered the tribal brigade and boarded the corresponding bamboo rafts and boats. It was not until more than 2,000 tribes went along the Tampeng River, and the hundreds of elites who were cut off fled away in the dark, that the pursuing army returned.

With the Northern Expedition here, everything is settled. Among the eastern dog descendants, the red dog, flamingo, and red salamander were completely wiped out. The red dog and chief flamingo died in battle, and chief red salamander disappeared. The Red Deer and Red Monkey tribes suffered heavy losses and surrendered to the Alliance. Only the unexpected rise of the Red Crow tribe brought thousands of tribes with them and fled eastward in a hurry without knowing where they were going.

Before the Northern Expedition, there were about 60,000 to 70,000 tribes of dog descendants in the east. During the Northern Expedition that lasted for several months, 10,000 young and strong dogs died or disappeared, more than 10,000 tribes migrated eastward, and three to four thousand old and weak fled to the northwest wilderness. The remaining 40,000 dog descendants surrendered to the coalition forces. At this moment, they knelt at the feet of the king, converted to believe in the supreme god, and accepted the baptism of the priests.

After capturing the valley, Shulot had another 40,000 mouths under his command. The food seized in Palms City was limited and could not sustain the army for too long. After the sacrificial ceremony is held today, within three days, the first batch of more than 10,000 dog descendants will go south and embark on a migration road of more than 700 miles.

When the Northern Expedition reaches this point, it can be declared over. The Third Route Army mobilized in June and July, dispatched troops in early August, captured the valley in early November, and sacrificed the leader of the red dog. Thousands of members of the Red Fox tribe fled to the west, tens of thousands of people from the Red Crow tribe fled to the east, the three tribes of the Red Dog, Flamingo, and Red Salamander were killed in battle, and the four tribes of the Red Frog, Red Cat, Red Monkey, and Red Deer returned. , Countless calculations and ambitions were scattered in the wind, and finally it was a clean white expanse!

More than 100,000 dog descendants went south, more than 20,000 people were killed and injured, and more than 20,000 people fled. The remaining more than 60,000 tribes were captured and surrendered by the alliance, and they will soon become the subjects of the kingdom.

"More than 60,000 people, most of them are young and strong men and women, and they are brave and brave. They are excellent soldiers!"

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Shulot's face. After many battles with the Dogborn, he changed his original plan. It would be a pity if these warlike Guakili tribes were used as serfs. He planned to reorganize the ministries and organize them into fifteen or six 4,000-member banner teams, and place them in Hekou County, which has the smallest population. Afterwards, a Guajili Legion will be formed from the more than 60,000 tribes, with two 3,000-man war regiments under its jurisdiction, which will be handed over to the red frog and red monkey chiefs respectively according to the king's promise. Of course, this legion must first convert to the main god devoutly, accept the management of the war priest, and then integrate enough kingdom officers.

Shulot glanced at the chiefs lying on the ground, then moved his eyes to the Otomi nobles of the three kingdoms who were guarding.

At the beginning of the Northern Expedition, the three states of Otomi mobilized a total of 16,000 samurai and 10,000 to 20,000 militiamen to maintain the food road. The Mexica Legion dispatched 8,000 elite soldiers, including 6,000 guard warriors and 2,000 longbow militiamen. At the end of the Northern Expedition, the Parmus Legion had been disbanded, and the remaining thousand were merged into the Mexica Legion. In the remaining two states, there are still more than 10,000 warriors left.

All in all, Otomi Sanbang suffered 5,000 samurai casualties, and thousands of militiamen responsible for transportation. After replenishing the Otomi warriors and dog-born captives, the Mexica Legion is still full of 8,000 people. It's just such a long journey, which lasted only three months, and consumed all the food in Otomi Sanbang and Guohekou County. From the perspective of actual logistics, the southern coalition forces can only go so far.

First, the dog descendants invaded the south, and then the allied forces marched north. The Otomi nobles in the three kingdoms suffered heavy casualties, and the remaining private nobles were deliberately integrated. Shulot planned all the way, and the kingdom was finally able to intervene, transforming the priests of the original gods, and initially controlling the three kingdoms of Ottomi.

If it were simply described in one sentence, it would be that the Otomi Three Kingdoms had finally integrated from the disloyal appearance of the vassal alliance to the loyal subjects of the kingdom.

After the initial mastery of the three states, the number of Dingkou in each state was recorded. Before and after the Northern Expedition, Otto Panbang in the south had a population of about 200,000, which remained basically unchanged. The population of Guamare State in the west has decreased from nearly 200,000 to about 150,000. In the north, Palms State was the worst, with the population reduced from 150,000 to 60,000 to 60,000, leaving only a fraction of the original population. When the three states are combined, there are only a little over 400,000 people left in each of the Otomi ministries. You know, a few years ago, including Xilotepek, there were millions of Otomi people!

"Cruel war will cleanse everything, destroy the old production relations, and give birth to a new productive class. I will give birth to them with my own hands!"

Shulot opened his eyes, and the flames flashed from his eyes. Counting now, there are three main achievements of the Northern Expedition. The first was to capture tens of thousands of dog-born Dingkou, the second was to subdue the three states of Otomi, and the third was to obtain a stable outpost in the wasteland, the city of Palms.

In the singing of the priests, he thought about the follow-up arrangements of the Three Kingdoms.

"Pams State will continue to be governed by the local nobles, but the city of Pams will be directly ruled by the Alliance, with Paramo as the city lord. The 6,000 freed serfs and prisoners of war will be the most valuable asset in Pams City. Well, leave Paramo with five hundred Mexica warriors, a thousand Parmus warriors, and recruit another five hundred from the prisoners of war. That's two thousand warriors, enough to defend the city of Palmus."

After the Northern Expedition, more than 100,000 Guajili descendants were wiped out. Within two generations, the Guajili tribes were unable to invade the south. However, the tribes of the wilderness migrated to each other, chasing prey and water. The large gap left by the Guajili people may soon be discovered by the Toboso people, Jumano people and even the Concho people in the far north, and then gradually migrate south.

"The population in the Palms Valley is still too thin. Even if the fugitives around are gathered, there are only less than 20,000 people."

Shulot stared at the blazing holy flame, silent.

"It is still necessary to leave 5,000 dog-born tribes to fill the population of the valley, and also establish a 1,000-person dog-born camp."

Thinking of this, the faces of the chiefs flashed in the king's mind, and finally settled on the most harmless face.

"Well, you have faced the power of new weapons, been frightened by the alliance, betrayed by red foxes and red frogs, and experienced the despair of being sacrificed, this is you, Red Cat Chief Mizli!"

Shulot smiled lightly. After being captured, Mizli has been imprisoned in the Red Fox Valley, receiving the teachings of the priest of the main god. On the way back to the army, he will personally assess one or two to decide the opponent's fate.

"Flexible city lord, 25,000 Dingkou, 3,000 warriors. The balance between the Mexica, the Otomi, and the Guakili. With this arrangement, even if they are separated by seven hundred miles, at least a dozen or so can be maintained." year!"

The king lowered his head slightly, looking at the rich Palms Valley and the vicissitudes of Palms City. Then, his eyes continued to look south, across the journey, to the mountain city hundreds of miles away.

"The Guamare state in the west maintains the autonomy of the aristocrats, with the Chief Chalki as the leader. The mountain city of Ottopan in the south is a key node. Although it has promised autonomy, it needs to set aside a fief nearby and station a kingdom's army. "

Shulot sniffed the burnt air lightly, with a calm and relaxed expression. He has already thought about it in his heart, and his will cannot be violated.

"The 2,000 longbow militiamen of the First Long Spear Corps were stationed around the mountain city and set up barracks! As for the vacancies of the First Long Spear Corps, they were filled by dog-born captives. Reclamation in Hekou County. And after the dog descendants convert to the main god, they will send out a thousand archers to make up for the vacancies of the imperial guards.”

The sun at noon gradually set to the west, and then slowly set. The rays of the setting sun dyed the sky red, and it was another splendid sunset. The sacred sacrificial ceremony lasted for a day, and all 40,000 Guajili tribes were baptized.

In the red sunset, under the gaze of tens of thousands of dog descendants, Shulot took off his sacrificial clothes and put on the wolf robe representing the chief. Then, he himself stretched out his hand, facing the holy red sky, and scattered Chichika's ashes in the wind, and scattered them into the vast wasteland.

This is the tradition of the wasteland, and it is also the inheritance of the chief!

Seeing this scene, tens of thousands of Guajili tribe were stunned on the spot, and the small town was silent for a while.

Red monkey chief Ozoma has long been prepared. He was the first to stand up, raised his hands, and led the guards around him, shouting as hard as he could.

"Praise the Great Chief! The powerful Great Chief Death is the real Lord of the Wasteland!"

Then, Chief Red Deer and Chief Red Frog stood up and cheered together. But for a moment, the sound of shouting echoed in the valley, carrying the power to shake people's hearts.

"Great Chief Death! The real Lord of the Wasteland!"

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Xiulot laughed boldly and looked to the north. The wilderness in the north is two to three thousand miles long, and further north is the boundless North American continent. There are endless lands and endless journeys!

The grand sacrificial ceremony came to an end in the night. Shulot invited Chief Guakili to have a dinner with the Otomi nobles. At the end of the dinner, it became a ceremony of allegiance. The king smiled and appeased each of them, and shook everyone's hair.

Three days later, the first group of legions and tribes began to move southward, and the subsequent southward migration team stretched for nearly a hundred miles. The Guakili tribesmen blew their horns, howled like wolves, sang sad songs, and disappeared at the end of the mountain road. They will leave the familiar wasteland, go to the unknown southern fertile land, and go to the powerful cactus kingdom.

More than ten days later, the king's banner of the black wolf left the city of Palms, and under the escort of thousands of soldiers, embarked on the long road back to the south.

The flying king's flag fluttered, and Shulot boarded the Taniguchi camp. He turned around for the last time and looked at the wilderness in the north, and there was another red sunset, as if calling at the end of the mountains.

The king listened calmly for a moment, then nodded. He smiled and said to the sunset.

"Don't worry, I will come! In my lifetime."

Make up for yesterday's chapter, just finished writing. ^_^