Aztec Eternals

The bright morning sun rose to the sky, and Dadan's banquet ended. In the vast camp, the curling smoke of the kitchen scattered into the sky, and the singing of the priests was flying far away. Soon, under the leadership of the war priest, tens of thousands of warriors began to line up and pray in low voices. Facing the red sun in the east, they praised the light emitted by the sun god; they sang the victory bestowed by the god of war, and they also looked forward to the grand ceremony after the war!

In this barbaric Warring States period, the low level of productivity limited the atmosphere of pleasure. Light water and wine are hard to intoxicate, and the function of food is mostly etiquette and food. Regardless of civilians or warriors, life is difficult, the hierarchy is strict, life is light and death is heavy, and gods are devout. The militaristic society of the Union required the militiamen to continue plowing and fighting; and for the noble warriors, it required abstinence, fighting, sacrifice, and god worship. Thus, throughout the Union, the truly fascinating public activities are the religious ceremonies of all kinds.

"The important affairs of the country are only for the military and sacrifices. The same is true for the alliance!"

Under the new rising sun, Xiu Luote was wearing a black wolf's priest's uniform, a slender priest's feather crown, and a jeweled priest's scepter in his hand, sitting on a three-meter-high altar. Even though he hadn't slept all night, he was still in good spirits, with a bright light in his eyes. Under the teaching of his grandfather, the young priest clearly understands that religious rituals control people's hearts, which is the foundation of his long standing. No matter how great military achievements he has made, religious power cannot be left in the hands of humans, and important ceremonies of the legion must be presided over by him personally.

Thinking of this, Shulot raised his head and held up an obsidian lens in front of his eyes. He observed the direction of the sun, and solemnly shouted orders to the low-level priests under the altar.

"The sun is rising, the gods are rising, light the sacred fire!"

The raging holy fire was ignited immediately, and the warm heat wave was transmitted in the wind. A lot of spices were thrown into the fire, burning out a rich fragrance, just like the breath of gods.

"The earth shakes, the warriors dance, the priests sing!"

The warriors of the temple danced wildly, and the priests sang simple ballads. The earth is shaking, and the white clouds are swaying, until the ancient distance.

"Bury the dead, and their bodies will return to the embrace of the earth, giving birth to a prosperous field!"

A huge pit had already been dug at the border of the camp. Thousands of warriors surrounded the pit and put the bodies of the war dead into it. A distant mourning song fluttered in the camp, accompanied by whispered messages and blessings.

Shulot watched for a moment with a heavy expression. Tarasco's army was extremely tenacious, and this decisive battle was also extremely tragic. Both sides fought to the last moment. The total force invested by the Mexica Alliance was about 18,000, and the casualties reached an astonishing 5,000 people. Due to the brutality of the fighting, the proportion of casualties was particularly high. At this moment, there are more than 3,000 corpses buried, and half of the remaining 2,000 wounded are seriously injured.

Calculating carefully, the 3,000 religious legion on the right wing fought the enemy to the death, and was broken through by the copper ax guards. It was the army with the heaviest casualties, almost half of which was lost. The 3,000 Holy City Legion on the left was slightly better, with nearly a thousand casualties. The 6,000 Long Spear Corps of the Chinese Army suffered a lot of shooting from bows and arrows, and was once again attacked by the copper ax guards, with as many as 1,500 casualties. Fortunately, with the blocking of paper armor and rattan cards, most of the arrows' injuries were not serious, and most of the wounded in the Chinese army could recover. The 3,000 shooting army of the rear army also suffered more than 600 casualties, one-third of which were the pro-army that Shulott valued.

In Yoku's final assault, five hundred jaguar warriors killed more than sixty people. More than sixty military nobles went to the Kingdom of God! In the eyes of the nobles of the alliance, this is the most significant loss of this battle. In contrast, the 2,000 longbow militiamen of the Heilang killed 700 or 800 people in order to block the reinforcements from the capital, but the commanders didn't take it seriously at all.

After counting this, Xiulot sighed softly in his heart with a solemn face.

"The Copper Axe Guards are the real tough ones. The Tarasco King Army is the first strong army that was destroyed in my hands!"

Soon, Xiulot's spirit was lifted again. He raised his head and looked around at the tens of thousands of Mexica legions, this is a force loyal to him! Then, the young priest's eyes rested on the prisoner in custody for a while, then he raised the magic staff in his hand, and chanted again with a blank expression.

"Sacrifice the enemy, use their blood, call the sun god to come!"

Accompanied by the shouts of the priests, the war dance of the warriors became more and more frenzied. The fierce battle drums were beating, and the senior warriors imitated the calls of jaguars and eagles, howling to the sky. A desperate commotion broke out in the prison camp not far away, and was quickly suppressed by the alliance warriors. Two thousand elite warriors dragged the same number of captives all the way to the huge pit.

Shulot raised his eyes slightly, and continued to look at the distant sky. Counting the reinforcements from the capital, the Tarascos invested 13,000 legions in this battle, of which 10,000 kings were absolutely elite. After the war, the entire army of the Tarasco Imperial Guard was wiped out, the royal warriors were out of ten, and the pike militiamen were also exhausted. Under the all-night pursuit of the Mexica Legion, the last more than 10,000 Tarasco Legion perished. Only less than 2,000 routs escaped and ascended to heaven, most of them were reinforcements from the capital.

In the post-war count, about 7,000 enemy troops were killed, and about 4,000 royal troops were captured, most of them wounded. Sacrifice after the war has always been the alliance's practice, and it is difficult for the seriously injured to escape the fate of death. Shulot only left behind two thousand strong warriors and militiamen. The faint howls of the remaining two thousand captives were drowned in the sound of shouts, and the dazzling bright red poured into the deep pit. Then the sound was weak, the bright red flowed out, the sacrifices turned into ice, and the sun god descended to the earth!

"In the middle of the day, the gods descend, and the kingdom of gods opens! The gods have come to fetch the souls of the dead!"

Qingyue's shout echoed in the sky, followed by a sky-shattering shout. The warriors in the camp suddenly made a noise. They cry out their last blessings, farewell to the dead souls rising to the red kingdom. After a long time, the shouting gradually died down.

Shulot raised the scepter in his hand again and sang the final farewell.

"God has left, with the souls of the dead! The warriors who died for God have gone to the glorious kingdom of God, turned into beautiful flowers and plants, and will enjoy peace and joy forever! Praise the Lord God and call God's name three times!"

"Praise the Lord God Vitzilopochtli! Praise the Sun God Vitzilopochtli! Praise the God of War Vitzilopochtli!"

The cries of the camp boiled to the extreme, and turned into shocking and orderly prayers. All the Mexica warriors fell to the ground at the same time, and they put their faces deeply on the ground, offering the most devout salute to the Lord God! Soon, the camp was silent, only the distant flute and the distant sound of the wind remained.

Shulot closed his eyes slightly and read silently for three minutes before finally singing.

"The ceremony is complete! The sun god returns to the sky and promises a good harvest this year; the God of War blesses us, and the Western Expedition will soon be victorious!"

The deafening cheers sounded again, and even the air became lively. The warriors all got up from the ground with smiles on their faces. They greet each other, fists and arms, looking forward to a good harvest in the fields, and even more eager to win the war. The samurai in charge of the funeral began to fill the pit with earth. The warriors of the Alliance were buried in the main pit, and the sun and hummingbird symbols were carved on the mound. The dead of the kingdom were hastily buried in the surrounding auxiliary pits, and lived with their former enemies for a long time, living next to each other.

After the ceremony was over, Shulot slowly stepped down from the altar, sweating all over his back. The weather in April has become hot, but the solemn sacrificial attire cannot be sloppy. Accompanied by Bertard, he returned to the commander's tent, changed into a comfortable single clothes, rested for a while, and then went to a partial tent in the rear camp again.

The side tent is not big, but it is firmly guarded by more than a dozen warriors. Shulot opened the tent door and looked directly at the grass bed in the tent.

Suangwa, King of Tarasco, was lying on the bed with his eyes tightly closed and a peaceful smile on his face. His injured right arm has been finely bandaged, the arrowhead has also been taken out, and a clean white robe has been put on his body. Looking at it now, it looks like a sleeping white deer. Beside Su Angua, an old priest saluted respectfully, and the young priest also nodded in return.

"How's Suangwa doing?"

"Dear Chief Priest, the wounds on his body have been meticulously healed. I fed him powerful knife water last night, and he has been sleeping until now."

"Okay! Don't stop the priest's potion. If there is not enough, send someone to the rear to recruit. Remember, he is the most sacred sacrifice. You must keep him alive, and you must not let him commit suicide!"

Hearing this, the old priest nodded in fear and replied respectfully.

"President, please rest assured! The psychedelic holy water and the anesthetic knife water are used alternately. He will never have the chance of committing suicide, and he will soon lose his sober thoughts!"

"Well, good. Now, wake him up!"

The old priest took out a jar of light yellow potion and fed it into Su Angua's mouth. After a while, the young king coughed hard, shook his head in pain, and finally woke up again from his deep sleep.

"Yoku. Armor me"

Shulot stood quietly, staring at the pale king, without saying anything.

"Bring me honey water. Guard? Yoku!"

Su Angua yelled, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, meeting Shulot's gaze. His expression was first surprised, then confused, then confused, and finally turned into anger.

"Damn! You are"

"Commander of the North Mexica Road, Shulot."

Hearing this, the young king's pupils shrank violently. He subconsciously touched his waist, and there was a sharp pain in his right arm, but he didn't feel anything. He looked at the clothes on his body again, looked at the Mexica warriors on both sides, suddenly his face turned pale, and he lost all his strength.

Shulot shook his head slightly. Many of the priest's potions act on the nerves. Although the effect is powerful, it will seriously affect the user's thinking and make the memory confusing. The high priests and senior warriors of the alliance will use potions carefully to avoid adverse effects.

"The gods let us meet! Greetings, Kasonchi of the Prepechas, Condor of Tarasco! Shulot of Mexica greets you!"

Hearing the familiar greeting, Su Angua tightly pursed his white lips and bowed his head in silence. After a while, the pride of the royal family forced him to look up, and replied in a low voice.

"Witness of the Three Gods! Hello, Commander of the North Mexica Road. The king of Tarasco salutes you!"

Shulot nodded with a smile. He smiled and looked at King Hui's expression before speaking gently.

"Your Excellency Su Angua, how does your body feel? Is there any discomfort? The alliance advocates etiquette. If you have any requests, you can ask them here!"

Hearing this, Su Angua gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. After a while, he answered in a low voice.

"I'm fine. Your Highness Mexica, if you have anything to say, just say it!"

Shulot pondered for a while, he did have some ideas. The young priest smiled again.

"In that case, let me be blunt. Your Excellency, you have already been defeated, and the Kingdom of Tarasco has no more legions. Although the king's capital Qincongcan is a mighty city, it is impossible to resist the attack of the alliance legion. The war has come At the end, enough lives have been lost. For the lives of the residents of the capital and for this year's spring plowing, are you willing to come forward and recruit Qincongcan City?"

The young king was silent. He raised his head and looked at the white tent, as if sitting on a cloud. Xiulot waited patiently for a long time before asking again.

"Your Excellency, what do you think?"

"What will the Mexica Union do with me?"

Su Angua stared at the boy and asked a question with a cold expression.

Shulot lowered his eyes slightly and continued to speak gently.

"The alliance will try its best to meet your requirements. You will be the most sacred guest of the alliance until you go to the kingdom of God in glory."

"Satisfy my request and go to the Kingdom of God with glory? Damn it, greedy coyotes! You treat me as a sacrificial offering?! Cough, cough"

Su Angua thought for a moment, then suddenly understood. He roared angrily, waved his arms, and then coughed violently.

The Mexica warriors on both sides immediately drew out their batons and took a step forward. Shulot waved his hand and told the warriors to retreat. Then, he looked at the king of Tarasco calmly, with a touch of pity in his eyes.

This look seems to have a stinging power. Su Angua coughed and turned his head to avoid the boy's eyes. The young king continued to think for a long time before looking at Shulot again.

"If Qincong Chancheng surrenders, can the royal family of Tarasco be preserved?"

Hearing this, Xiulot shook his head slowly.

The young king was silent again. He thought for a long time before looking expectantly at Shulot.

"Falling into your hands, my fate is already doomed, but the blood of the Condor can't be cut off in my hands. I can give you the Qin Cong Can City, and I can recruit the nobles in the south for you! I don't want to save the entire The royal family, but please leave a bloodline and seal it in the remote southwest. Your Highness Mexica, I implore you, a benevolent heart like the Feathered Serpent God, to grant my reasonable request!"

This time, Xiulot thought for a long time. Retaining the royal family is contrary to the instructions of the elders; enfeoffing the Southwest is not in line with his own plan. And such a promise must be sworn to the gods. After careful consideration under the witness of the nobles and priests, he still shook his head slowly.

"Your Excellency, please change the conditions!"

"I only have this condition! If the blood of the condor is cut off, everything in the kingdom will be meaningless! If all the civilians in Qin Congcan die, so what?! If the Mexica cut off the royal family of the three gods, they will definitely die. Be punished by the three gods! All the ministries of the world will unite to attack you, brutal Aztecs!"

Suangwa's words turned into a growl. He clenched his fists and stood up from the grass bed with all his strength, about to rush towards Shulot. With a calm expression on his face, Xiulot took two steps back silently. The samurai commander Berthard beside him stepped forward at the same time, firmly restrained Su Angua, and pressed him firmly on the grass bed. King Tarasco's eyes were red, he recognized Berthard's identity, and struggled again.

"It's you! The warrior who killed Yoku! Damn it, you His Majesty Mexica who sank into the abyss! I am the king of Tarasco, give back my kingdom, my legion, and my general!!"

Seeing the mad King Tarasco, Shulot shook his head helplessly. He gestured to the old priest, and the other party took out a can of light green potion again, then forcibly pinched Su Angua's chin, and skillfully poured it into his mouth. After a dozen or so breaths, King Tarasco suddenly stopped, his whole body went limp, and he fell asleep peacefully again.

"Forget it. Take care of him, and I'll come back in a few days."

After a few orders, Shulot turned and left. Things are busy after the war, and he still needs to prepare the army and send troops to the capital as soon as possible!

The long wind blows and blows the pines and cypresses by the lake; the sun shines and turns into waves on the lake. The legion's messengers ran across the wilderness of the Lake District, quickly spreading the news of the Alliance's victory in the decisive battle to all directions. In the spread of news, people's hearts are shaking, the world is changing, and the alliance is advancing.

The captives were sent north, and the grain came south. After the decisive battle, the Mexica Legion only rested for two days, and rushed to the northwest like a flood, and came to the lake of Patzcuaro, watching the last Chin Cong Chan City. Soon, the advance army of Wuqian South Road, as the vanguard, first set up camp under the city of Qincongcan, cut off the surrounding roads, and blocked the lakeshores on the west and north sides. Then, more than 10,000 northern troops arrived one after another, completely surrounding the capital!

The king's army was destroyed, the enemy army besieged the city, and shocking news came at the same time. The majestic Tarasco king's capital was suddenly in a panic, and the nobles and priests were full of panic. The sacrifices on the Yakata pyramid continued all night, and the sacrifice ceremony did not stop for a moment. The chief minister immediately brought all the descendants of the royal family into the palace, and then vigorously rectified the army in the capital.

In Qincongcan city now, counting the defeated army who fled back, there are only more than 2,000 warriors. Most of them are noble private soldiers and priest guards, and only a quarter of them are loyal and direct subordinates. There are nearly 20,000 militiamen in the city, and nearly half of them are Tekos tribesmen who are about to move.

Faced with this situation, Zinjini showed unprecedented toughness. He dispersed the samurai directly under him, controlled the militia in the city, and then suppressed the unstable nobles and tribal people. But in just two days, hundreds of heads fell to the ground. Relying on the prestige of the chief, the defense of the capital was barely established. But beneath the surface calm of Lake Patzcuaro lies unseen deep rapids.

Another day later, the banner of the black wolf appeared in the east of Chin Tsung Can City. More than 400 jaguar warriors and more than 2,000 shooting regiments, surrounded by the supreme Mexica commander, came 300 steps away from the city wall.

Shulot stood under the towering city walls, watching the magnificent city. At the end of this April, after a full year of fighting, the Mexica Legion finally came to the city of Chin Cong Chan and besieged the capital of Tarasco! The kingdom of the Prepecha people is about to perish, and the large-scale Western Expedition is about to come to an end!