Aztec Eternals

The setting sun reflects the red sky and warms the earth. Between the sky and the earth, there are tall wooden poles, tied hair, and densely packed heads. More than 800 pairs of wide-open eyes, staring in mid-air, gathered into a group. From a distance, it looks like "dandelions" fluttering in the wind.

The dandelions cast their eyes on the dead, looking at the sky and the earth unwillingly. These gazes, falling on the sky, turned into a deep red glow all over the sky, falling on the ground, there were tens of thousands of prostrate figures. Those figures cringed, trembled, hunched over, wept, and exposed in despair.

Now, the dignity, order and traditions of all tribes have been shattered by the copper axes of the Prepeca warriors, leaving only the fear engraved in the bone marrow and the completely numb obedience.

The brutal denunciation lasted for half a day, and the subsequent execution was extremely neat. More than 20 hidden noble warriors were finally exposed by the desperate moth people, and there were hundreds of young men who participated in the riot. Then, under the witness of the setting sun, the remaining 800 captives, no matter Trask nobles, warriors or moth people, were pushed to the ground by the spear warriors and executed one by one!

The copper ax swung, the head hung high, the bright red flowed wantonly, and the wailing pierced and disappeared. When the sun was setting and the crows were singing in the sky, the square in the center of Babai Town was dead silent, and there was no longer any potential resistance.

Pimon, the commander of the spear battalion, panted slightly while holding the curly axe. There was a strong smell of blood in his nose, his eyes were red, like a wolfhound of death, he swept across hundreds of headless corpses, and looked at the captives who would cry in fear. After a while, Pimon exhaled, facing the emblem of the main god, and lowered his head.

"Praise the Lord God! He casts black eyes from the blood-colored sky! He takes away the sacrificed souls, conducts the final judgment, and blesses the pious!"

Loud praises sounded in front of the altar of the Lord God. The spear warriors' battle clothes were blood-stained, full of murderous looks, praying to the emblem of the main god. They had just carried out the trial and execution, and there was a touch of blood in their eyes, but also full of firm piety, as if they were going to sacrifice themselves for the gods at any time.

After a while, the samurai ended the prayer of offering sacrifices, and also completed the consolation of the soul. Pimon straightened his spine again. He looked at the tens of thousands of prisoners who were trembling in fear, and ordered sharply.

"Scatter them, the original team leader, all abolished! Reorganize, with 20 people as a small team. There will be a competition in the small team, and the team leader and deputy team leader will be selected according to bravery!"

After the captives rioted, Pimon thought for a long time. He made up his mind to completely disperse the captives and disintegrate all traditional dignity within the tribe.

And a team of twenty people is exactly the carrying capacity of a new double-hull canoe. The two heads of the main and the deputy correspond to the two ships of the catamaran. More importantly, "twenty" is the number of fingers and toes together, and it is also the largest number that ordinary Burakumin can recognize!

After a while, under the orders of the spear warriors, the fearful and obedient captives were divided into teams of twenty. Then, each team started a simple wrestling competition to choose the strongest two.

"The team leader and the deputy team leader are responsible for managing the subordinates. No matter what their backgrounds are, they are the leaders of the twenty people! They are also the team leaders recognized by the kingdom, and they can directly talk to the warriors of the kingdom!"

Pimon looked at it for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction. After the team leader is selected, the captives have a new team. Kingdom warriors don't have to deal with individual Burakumin, they just go to the team leaders. In fact, in the previous escort, the warriors' internal management of the captives was basically equal to nothing.

"Very good! Tattoo the foreheads of the team leaders, and engrave the emblem of the Lord God!"

Hearing this, the war priests accompanying the army walked out of the team. They took out sharp obsidian daggers, deeply scratched the pattern of sun hummingbirds on the foreheads of the selected captives, and then smeared a blue dye that could kill bacteria. Tattooed faces are usually treated only by senior warriors of the tribe. And no one is qualified to engrave the sacred emblem of the main god.

In the tribes of the northern plateau, this face tattooing ceremony does not have any insulting meaning, and is even a rare honor. The face tattoos of the American tribes cannot be compared with the tattoos and tattoos of the Chinese dynasty.

The red sun is slowly setting, and the mountain wind is blowing violently. Under the urging of the spear warriors, the selection of team leaders and the tattooing of priests are constantly advancing. Pimon stood in front of the altar of the main god, looked at the sacred symbols, and was silent in thought. He thought for a while, then turned around again, walked towards the two captains of the expedition team, and bowed his head.

"Respected hereditary nobleman Puap, expedition leader Chivako, God bless you!"

"Lord God bless! Respected military nobleman Pimon!"

The two were respectful and returned the salute in unison. Having seen the scene of the execution just now, the attitude of Huitu Puapu has never been better.

"Two captains, you just saw that I executed those rebels and wiped out all the hidden poisonous snakes. Now, the captives have been scattered and a new team leader has been elected. These methods have been developed over the years. , I learned from Commander Ezpan."

When Pimon said this, he paused. There was still some worry in his resolute expression.

"It's just that breaking up the captives and disintegrating the tribe may reduce resistance. But there is still a long way to go, so how can we reduce the escape of captives?"

"Um"

Pu'ap touched his chin, silent. He subconsciously looked at Chivako, but the other party lowered his eyes and remained silent. Puap shook his head secretly.

"Hey! This old guy is so soft-hearted! It seems that he can't be counted on for this kind of problem. But, I have experienced so much along the way, and I have some ideas."

Thinking of this, Puap grinned and answered confidently.

"Bless the Lord God, Captain Pimon, this is easy!"

"Oh? Dear Huitu Noble, please give me some pointers!"

"On the way here, I heard that Your Majesty has given an upper limit for the death of prisoners. At most, they can only die by 20%?"

"Yes! Your Majesty was inspired by God and has always been kind. It's just that these rebels launched a riot and must be severely punished! Witnessed by the Lord God! The warriors have already restrained themselves."

"The Lord God bears witness! Battalion Pimon, the journey is long and the number of warriors in custody is limited. If you want to reduce escapes, you must let the captives bite each other like training dogs! You have chosen the leader of twenty people, which is very important. Good. Next, it is best to put the power and threat of execution on their heads!"

"Huh? What do you mean?."

"There are twenty days in January, and there are four fierce days of death. A team of twenty prisoners is allowed to die four! The leader of the team selected is the strongest two, that is, the leader of the twenty people. Wolf. The wolf leader is in charge of everything about the wolf pack, and so are the two team leaders!"

"Give the two most vicious team leaders a stone spear and a dagger, which can easily suppress their subordinates! From now on, they can not only control the food and property of their subordinates, but also control the life and death of their subordinates ! And no matter how they oppress, bully, beat, or even execute their tribal people, the samurai will turn a blind eye and acquiesce in their actions!"

Speaking of this, Puap's eyes flashed with a wolf-like fierce light. This is the most naked law of the jungle, allowing the two elected leaders of the Tlaxcala team to enjoy higher power than ordinary captives and control the life and death of their subordinates, and they have since become the minions of the warriors' management.

"Ah?! The selected team leader becomes the chief wolf who is in charge of the life and death of his subordinates?"

Pimon was startled, and asked in surprise.

"However, Your Majesty said that the maximum casualty rate is 20%."

"Then tell them! No matter how you deal with it, you can only die at most four! Every time you stop in a village, the warriors will make a final count. If each team dies or flees on the way, once it exceeds four, the two teams will be killed." Heads, all beheaded and executed!"

"Tell the team leaders that if the number of people is really not enough, go to capture the escaped captives, capture the wildlings you encounter, or find a way to get them from other surplus teams! In any case, the warriors of the kingdom only look at the heads ! As long as the captives under my command are brought to all the team leaders according to the number, they will be given priority to become militiamen in the village where the captives are placed, and even become the leader of the small tent of the flag team, and continue to be superior to others!"

Pu'apu's words, like a low wolf howl, echoed in the heart of Battalion Commander Pimon. And around the two, there were the shouts and low cries of the captives, like the low crowing of deer.

"The wolf and the stag, the warrior and the wolf of the captive stag, catch the fleeing stag."

Pimen frowned, thought for a while, and then nodded in admiration.

"Dear Huitu nobleman, your suggestion is very reasonable! Separate the captives from the top and bottom, let the team leader be the wolf leader, so that the soldiers can take care of the captives. However, I have no right to give priority to the last one. To make the decision, let the army commander make the decision. As for the first few items, the power and threat of execution."

Battalion Commander Pimon gripped the copper ax tightly, grinned, and thanked him sincerely.

"I'll deal with it right away, soon. After the matter of the captives is settled, I'll hold a dinner party tonight to cleanse you up! Not to mention, the snake-born lady among the captives looks like a snake from top to bottom. It's just as creamy and will definitely satisfy you!"

"Haha! Thank you Lord God, thank you!"

Speaking of this, the two warriors from Patzcuaro both grinned at the same time, very happy. In this bloody evening, they decided the life and death of tens of thousands of Traxcala people, and also decided what would happen to more than 100,000 captives in the future. In their hands, they held both the blood-stained copper ax and the talisman of the main god, which were located on top of the human body.

In this fertile land, Prepeca's loyal warriors followed in His Majesty's footsteps and finally became the new conquerors. A steady stream of wealth, land, and population all came from conquests, fueling the kingdom's military machinery. And as long as the wars and victories continue, the loyalty of the warriors will not change in the slightest!