Aztec Eternals

The heavy rain in August poured down, opening a vast rain curtain among the undulating mountains. The tears of the Rain God turned into the Milky Way, and the roar of the Vulcan God turned into a climax, entangled and descended from the sky, sweeping the land of the plateau. The hot sun is cloudy, hot and humid and rainy. This is the vibrant midsummer, the Mexican plateau when the rainy season is at its peak.

King Avet, holding a scepter in his hand, climbed to the top of the tree snake city, looking at the cloud snake mountain city in the north. He looked calm, with a faint smile, and a little bit of unwillingness to do his best.

Looking around, the surrounding fields are green and everything is flourishing. Flocks of birds soar in the sky, and vultures circle the mountain tops. The lush forests undulate at the end of the sky, dyeing the mountains in the north with a layer of green. The fertile riverside fields are full of weeds more than one meter high, which can even cover up the whereabouts of warriors.

In midsummer, the Tlaxcala Basin is full of green vitality. However, beneath the vitality on the surface, there is cold cruelty. In the vast basin, the people of Fusheng disappeared, the rich villages were burned out, and the hope of continuation also disappeared.

"Villages are burned, young adults are dead, and fields are all barren. The northern Tlaxcala state will definitely be devastated this year! And the nearly 100,000 Tlaxcala remnants who fled into the mountains must have insufficient food. They can only abandon the old and weak. Eat everything."

Gilliam narrowed his eyes, looked at the mountains in the north, and fell silent. After the Eastern Expedition, the states of Tlaxcala will be the fiefdoms of His Royal Highness. If the army can distribute food and lure the remnants of Tlaxcala in the mountains, the vitality of the fief can be preserved to a greater extent.

However, in order to conquer Tree Snake City as soon as possible, the army of the North Road attacked day and night, causing great losses. The two royal armies responsible for the main attack suffered a total of 2,000 warriors and 2,000 militiamen. Among the casualties of the warriors, there were even more than 500 bronze armored elites!

And the three city-state legions suffered heavy casualties. Counting the night attack, a total of 3,000 warriors and 4,000 militiamen were killed or injured. All together, there were 11,000 casualties, nearly half of whom were warriors! This short siege was even more tragic than the previous battle of Feather Snake City!

"Attacking the strong city, there were so many casualties, and all the legions were full of killing intent. If you want to intercede for the people of Tlaxcala, there is no way to speak."

Thinking of this, Gilliam shook his head. As the chief intelligence officer, he knows what the various legions are doing. He also advocates making the best use of people, and doesn't like senseless killing. It's just that the army's morale is like this, and the king can't restrain it if he doesn't speak.

The casualties of the North Route Army were so heavy, after capturing the Tree Snake City, they naturally did not hold back. Tree Snake City with a population of more than 20,000, after the fall of the city, there were only more than 3,000 captured women and children, and one or two thousand descendants of gods and warriors as sacrifices. As for the remaining 5,000 warriors, more than 9,000 strong, all of them were turned into corpses. It is not known whether they died in the siege of the city or in the washing of the city after the city was broken.

At this point in the Eastern Expedition, two of the four snake cities were slaughtered, and seven or eight of the Tlaxcala tribes went out of ten. In the northern state of Tlaxcala, there used to be 400,000 core tribes and 100,000 men capable of fighting, which was the head of the four northern and southern states. At this moment, the 400,000 tribes were either slaughtered, captured, or scattered and fled. Of the more than 100,000 males, more than 60,000 were killed, and nearly 30,000 were captured, who became sacrifices for the great sacrifice not long after.

Under the rough numbers, there is endless blood, a complete conquest. And after the Eastern Expedition, the name of the old enemy Tlaxcala is about to sink to the bottom of the Tlaxa River, buried in the muddy sand, and will gradually become unheard of in the world!

"Gilliam."

Avit looked at the mountains in the north, without turning his head, nor did he glance at the weeds under his feet.

"Kings."

Gilliam bowed his head solemnly, putting away his wandering thoughts. He has seen the weeds under his feet, but the weeds will not stay in his heart.

"You said, did I conquer the Tlaxcalans in this Eastern Expedition?"

Avit narrowed his eyes, looked at the looming fortress in the mountain, silently clenched the magic staff in his hand.

"Your Majesty, you have conquered the Tlaxcalans! All tribes that resisted to the end and refused to surrender have been wiped out by the army. And after the great sacrifice of victory, the descendants of the Tlaxcalans will also be removed from the world. disappear!"

Gilliam saluted respectfully and replied affirmatively.

"Well. It's just that there are still two snake cities that have not been captured."

Avit nodded slowly, with a calm expression. There was not much joy on his face. His icy eyes looked towards the east, as if reaching the endless great lake.

"There are Totonacs in the east, Mixtecs in the southeast, Huastecs in the south, and the Mayans in the far east have not been conquered!"

"Kings."

Gilliam pursed his lips. He lowered his head, organized his words carefully, and tactfully advised.

"The altar on the top of the sacred mountain is built with solid rocks one by one. If it is in a hurry, it is empty, and there is a danger of collapse. The current priority is to stabilize the alliance and control the priests of the capital."

"Please lead the main force of the royal family as soon as possible, return to the capital in the lake, and suppress the Quartet of the Alliance! As for the remaining two mountain cities and Qiucheng, let them be handed over to His Royal Highness Xiulot!"

"Well. You're right."

Avit nodded, and exhaled quietly. Then, he turned around and looked to the south with a smile on his face.

"Calculate the time, the envoy sent should have arrived!"

The king's gaze seemed to span hundreds of miles, through the vast and desolate Tlaxcala Basin, through the burnt and dilapidated holy city of Cholula, to the cold and towering Yanfeng Mountain, and came to the camp of the densely populated Water Valley City.

Outside the camp of Water Valley City, there is a verdant green field with no end in sight. Tens of thousands of Mexica warriors are stationed here, while hundreds of thousands of Tlaxcalan people are busy.

In August, the farmland is full of vitality, and the tassels of the tall corn have already sprouted. It is the season when the growth is the fastest, the growth is the largest, and the most fertilizer and water are needed. The land after a fight is always extraordinarily fertile. The military priests in charge of Mintun also brought new composting techniques. The growth of corn this season is so good that the old Tlaxcala farmers are very surprised. Many people began to pray to the main god for a good autumn harvest.

At this moment, the king's banner of the Heilang is still erected on the heights of Shuigu City. Shulot sat cross-legged in the hall, staring at the map in front of him in a daze.

However, after not seeing him for more than two months, time has left traces of change on the young man's face. In his eyes, there was less of a passionate smile, and more of a calm and deep look. On his face, there was less youthful arrogance and more vicissitudes of calm.

Life and death are unforgettable. There are always some people who are willing to use their lives to make you grow. There is always a love that makes you mature after you lose it. There will always be some parting that makes the romantic boyhood go away forever.

Shulot stretched out his hand, and slowly slid south along the marks on the map. In his eyes, there was a hint of killing intent, as well as the coldness of a mature commander.

"Bothard, where did the black wolf's army go?"

Hearing this, Bertard spoke quietly, stretched out his hand under the flower bushes, and pointed lightly.

"Your Highness, the Black Wolf's Guajili Legion has captured the Huacong Village and captured more than 4,000 people. The Guajili Legion and the Tlaxcala Barracks are currently repairing in the Huacong Village. The northern important town of the Mixtec people, the sacred stone city Tehuacan, is less than a hundred miles away!"

Tehuacan, the sacred stone city, is the "Tehuacán" of later generations. In the Nahua language, the word means "land of the gods" or "land of stones". In the words of the Mixtecs, it is called "the ancient land where the gods dwell, and the fertile valley where the temples stand."

The valley where the God Stone City is located is the Tehuacan Valley. In this valley, there are not only the ancient God Stone City, but also a large number of ruins of the ancestors, as well as many small pyramid temples. In fact, this is one of the earliest areas where maize was domesticated, and samples of maize grains unearthed in later generations can be traced back to 3600 BC.

In this era, Shenshi City is the most important city-state city in the north of the Mixtec people. The Tehuacan Valley is a rich valley where tens of thousands of Mixtec tribes gather.

"very good!"

Shulot nodded in satisfaction. Afterwards, he thought for a while and asked in a deep voice.

"The rainy season is difficult, and it is not easy to go out. Bertard, tell me the truth! How many casualties did the black wolf army suffer when they captured Huacongzhai?"

"Your Highness, the Guajili Army suffered only 500 casualties during the two-month campaign, and they have already been replenished from the surrendered battalion."

Speaking of this, Berthard paused and lowered his head slightly.

"However, the 5,000 Tlaxcala battalions in his hands have been almost consumed."

Hearing this, Xiulot frowned, and his expression changed suddenly. He pursed his lips and said nothing. After pondering for a moment, his mood gradually calmed down, and his eyes became indifferent.

"Select another 5,000 people from the captured Tlaxcalin and send them to Heilang! Warriors who have experience in battle are preferred. Tell him that it is the busy season for farming, and the Mixtecs draw Not too many militiamen continue to go south, besieging Shenshi City, and burning the Tehuacan Valley!"

"Yes, Your Highness. Follow your will!"

Berthard bowed to his promise, and immediately recruited his own guards and arranged for a passer-by.

Xiulot looked indifferent, and continued to look at the map in front of him. His gaze moved westward and stopped at Xiaoliu Village, a hundred miles south of Daolu City. After a while, he stretched out his hand and pressed it, and ordered again sharply.

"Order, let the Feather and Goose Legion keep an eye on it, and don't leave Xiaoliu Village, thousands of Misteq warriors! When the peak of the rainy season is over, the Imperial Guard Legion will be dispatched to completely pull out the nail behind this! Then, The three legions went south from two routes at the same time, and captured the Mixtec Shanhe City in one fell swoop!"

Speaking of this, Xiu Luote's eyes became sharp, and the killing intent burned like a flame.

"Since the Mixtecs want to play with fire, I will set fire to their ancestral land of Western Capital!"

"Your Highness."

Seeing the killing intent in His Highness's eyes, Bertard pursed his lips, hesitating to speak. In the past two months, His Highness's murderous nature has obviously increased a lot. After a few breaths, the loyal warrior commander sighed secretly, bowed his head and obeyed.

"Follow your will!"

In a few words, the strategy of the South Route Army was determined. Shulot continued to look at the map, while Bertard stood by. Both of them were in a daze, and the hall fell silent.

In a high position, the quiet time is always short. Numerous decisions are concentrated to the highest power, just as water flows to the lower places. A few quarters of an hour later, Shield Weittles came from outside the hall, knelt on the ground, and responded loudly.

"Your Highness, there is an envoy from the king, coming from the north!"

I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival! Eat rice dumplings.