Aztec Eternals

The golden October is coming from the end of the wind and rain, the warm sunshine shines on the tropical plateau, and the coast of the lake area is still full of vitality and the grass grows and warblers fly.

The season of autumn harvest has come. Chihuaco was carrying a bamboo basket and holding farm tools, standing in the field in front of the camp. On his old smiling face, there was the joy of busy farming, and in the deep pupils, there was a golden hope. Hope is bred in the dark and long rainy season, and turned into a fruit that is within reach.

"Harvest!"

The old militiamen murmured. The 100,000 mu of lush farmland spread out in front of him, like the most moving and graceful long painting, extending to the end of the sky. The 10,000 garrison soldiers spread out according to the battalion, carrying bamboo baskets and holding stone sickles, and were busy in the harvested fields with their heads bowed.

"Blessed by the Lord God! I actually lived to see the harvest! It's like a dream."

Chivaco looked around greedily, his eyes glowing, as if he wanted to stay at this moment forever. There are busy figures in front of his eyes, whispered slogans echoing in his ears, and the pleasant fragrance of grains in his nose.

After the huge pumpkins were picked, they were connected into a bunch of yellow and green and dried in front of the hut in the distance. A large group of field soldiers carried rattan baskets on their backs and carried stone sickles, back and forth continuously. They piled the harvested beans into hills at the arbors in the fields, and then transported them back to the camp on a wheelbarrow. As the staple food, corn stretches out in patches of green, the bracts between the leaves are slender and plump, and the wrapper leaves of the ears are slightly yellowed. The final harvest is just around the corner!

"Uncle, what are you looking at?"

Wei Ziti, wearing a turban and carrying a sickle, leaned in front of the old militiaman. He followed the other party's gaze, and only saw ordinary harvest fields, ordinary busy people, in this unusual war-torn year.

"First harvest pumpkins, then harvest beans, and then harvest corn. One person needs to harvest ten acres, and my waist is almost broken!"

Wezti wiped the sweat off his face with his hands, complaining in a low voice. The busy farming has lasted for two weeks, and he still has more than three acres of beans to harvest.

"Hey, I didn't feel tired doing farm work in previous years, but this year I'm not used to the crops. I guess it's been a long time since I planted the land, and this time I planted too much land. Uncle, you are in charge of so many people now What! Why don’t you find a few people to do both of our work like Master Huitu? Uh, it’s good to share a little bit.”

Hearing this, Chivako finally turned around and reached out to pat Wezti's head heavily.

"Wood, after holding a gun for killing people for a year, you can't get used to the job of raising people? Even if you are a grass, you can't forget your roots, or you will become duckweed in the lake, and God knows it will float. Where are you going? That Mr. Huitu is different from our villagers from the root up.”

The old militiaman looked relaxed, and stretched his waist to look at the clear sun, showing a bit of peace, and chattering a little more.

".Besides, each person has 10 acres of land, and the farm tools for eating and drinking are ready-made, as long as you work hard. What can't be done? I have walked all the way from the corpse in the past two years, and now I can stay in the field. Peace of mind Sowing the fields and harvesting crops, sleeping peacefully until dawn, and delivering some food to the reeds when I have time, I wish I could go on for a long time!"

Hearing the old uncle's words, Wezti nodded obediently, anyway, the old uncle is always right. He continued to look around.

"Uncle, with so many people working together, the hare and the silly deer have all disappeared! Otherwise, if you hunt one or two, you can eat meat tonight. I eat pumpkin, black beans, and pancakes every day, and I don't even see oil and water. No, my mouth is really hungry! I can also send Lu Wei something good, she is cute and eats meat."

Chivaco first glanced at the wood, and when he heard the second half of the sentence, his expression eased a lot.

"Wood, when we were guarding the gates of the capital, although we had wine and meat, those days were imaginary, but now we are real. When we were in the village, how could we have enough grains every day, and pancakes during festivals?" Huh? I dare not even think about it. If people don’t starve to death, it will be a good year. Well, the reeds are still young, and they still have to grow. I will go to the priests in the camp to ask for some meat. I will finish my work in a few days and I will be able to leave the camp. When it’s time, you go to the family’s village and bring it to her.”

"Okay! Uncle, you want an extra piece of meat. Xiaoya Yuli's wife is pregnant. When I go to the village to look at the reeds, I will also drop by her!"

Weiziti nodded heavily, and cared about his brother's wife without any distractions.

Since the Tuntian Army selected the fields and set up camps and villages, the discipline of the army has been enforced, but the rules have been slightly relaxed. The relatives in the army were also gathered and arranged in several nearby villages, so that the army in the field could rest assured. Every few days, if the fields are not busy, the soldiers can take turns to go out of the camp and go to the village to visit their families. Recently it was Weitz's turn to bring up the battalion.

After the war, the young and strong lost a lot, and there were many lonely young women in the lake area. Under the arrangement of the priest, in the past few months, the single soldiers have been getting married one after another, and the ones who move so fast even have children. If there is enough food, I am afraid that there will be a wave of baby boom soon. Yuli Xiaoya, a bachelor among the seven militiamen, was among the first to get married, and the woman was a family member of a samurai who died in battle in the city. This kind of marriage between the militiamen in the country and the samurai families in the city was unimaginable before, but now it is commonplace.

"Yeah. Little Ya Yuli is really fast! Mu Mu, remember to tell him before you go. In the past few months, Lu Wei has also been taken care of by his wife. With you and Lu Wei here, I feel at ease."

"okay!"

The sun was shining brightly, and the two continued to work with their sickles, chatting casually.

It was not until the sun crossed the sky and the temperature rose to the highest level that a loud bone horn sounded in the wind, and it was time for lunch. Busy farming requires the most physical strength, and it also takes the most time. Under Xiulot's personal inquiry, the Tuntian Army set up a special lunch as a gift during the busy farming season.

The two stopped their work, carried the basket full of beans, and walked to the center of the camp together. The surrounding soldiers also gradually gathered together, and whispered whispers sounded on the trampled dirt road.

"The new king is really kind. He can work like a war and eat an extra meal at noon."

"The king is all of the blood of the eagle, so he must have a big heart and a lofty vision!"

"Nonsense! You haven't fought in the north, have you? The new king is His Royal Highness Mexica. He is a descendant of the black wolf god, the messenger of death, and he controls the lives of soldiers! As long as he uses his divine power, he will explode like a thunderbolt!" Roar like that, and smash the tens of thousands of legions into pieces!"

"Ah? Why did I hear the sages in the capital say that the new king is a descendant of the sun god, possesses the kingdom's heritage gems, and also inherits the divine power of the old king?"

".What you said is wrong!"

Listening to the various discussions, finally a militia battalion commander couldn't bear it anymore. He shouted frantically at the top of his voice.

"I asked the priest who accompanied the army, and he said, Your Majesty was born with the blessing of the Lord God, received divine inspiration from an early age, and carried the future of the entire world! The Lord God is supreme and omnipotent. Your Majesty is the messenger of the Supreme Lord God, so naturally Possesses a different divinity."

".He is the sun that creates new life, and the black wolf that controls death. He will also be like a flying feathered snake, bringing harvest, prosperity and hope! He devoured the former eagle royal family and extended his divine power to the lake He also regards this place as the country where he stands. He treats us equally, he is not only His Royal Highness of the Mexica, but also the god-king of the Prepecha people!"

The battalion commander's words gradually turned into chanting, and the surrounding militiamen gradually fell silent. Soon, some people started to chant the same. There is deep awe in the eyes of the soldiers, but also new expectations.

Amidst the chanting, Chivaco stopped in his tracks. He listened to everyone's words, his eyes became deep.

"Uncle, you have seen His Majesty the Mexica, what kind of man is he?"

Wezti scratched his head and asked curiously.

"What kind?"

The expression on Chivaco's face was complex and changing. He thought for a while, and then whispered to himself.

"It's just a nose and two eyes, but now it's a human being, and it will be a god in the future."

"What?"

Wezti didn't hear the last sentence clearly. He was about to ask, but the old uncle walked far away, so he had to hurry up.

After a while, the two arrived at the camp, and the aroma of the food wafted away in the wind, making people salivate. The two unloaded the beans from the wooden basket, and greeted the Mexica warriors guarding the food and agricultural tools. It has been a season in Tuntian, and the two sides have known each other for a long time.

"Lord God bless! Hochia warrior. The sun is good today, and the harvested fields are so beautiful!"

"Bless the Lord God! Captain Chivako. Yes, today is the sixth day, the auspicious day of the Sun God. It is suitable for fighting, killing and dying."

Huoqia smiled and nodded back, it was the old warrior from last time. He took out a shiny scythe from the wooden box on the ground, and continued to speak with a smile.

"A new batch of bronze sickles has arrived, and there are not many of them. You have made great contributions to the alliance, so you can use two of them first. These are much sharper and more durable than stone sickles!"

"Bronze sickle?"

Chivaco was a little surprised. He took the sickle from the samurai and scratched the green beans on the ground, and the green beans broke into two neatly cut sections.

"It's really useful! It's really different to use such an expensive thing as a farm tool!"

The old militiamen exclaimed in admiration.

"It's nothing more than harvesting beans. When harvesting corn later, it will be much faster and less labor-intensive to have this kind of convenient farm tool! Warrior Hochia, can you give me a few more for our team?"

"Oh, if someone else asks, there must be no one. But Captain Chivaco, you are different, I will give you half more! You are a character that His Highness has personally praised, and you are a 'soldier favored by fate', It will definitely be reused in the future”

"Ah thank you."

Hearing the word "reuse", Chivako's heart skipped a beat. He forced a smile and nodded, then took the wood to his camp, and then arranged for someone to pick up today's lunch.

Everyone sat on the ground and waited according to the battalion. The priests accompanying the army came with the lunch. Most of the priests were Mexica from the Alliance at first, and now there are many low-level priests from Prepecha. The priest prayed aloud in Qincongcan's dialect, and everyone repeated it together.

"Praise be to Lord God Vizilopochtli! He gives us sunshine, rain and harvest"

"Praise the Lord God!"

"Praise Your Majesty Shulot! He has given us food, security, and a home"

"Praise Your Majesty!"

In the harvest field, in the stable camp, everyone followed the priest's prayer and recited the words they had already memorized. In their hearts, unknowingly, a little bit of piety was born.

The overthrow of the kingdom, the reversal of high and low, and the change of gods. In the past two years, there have been too many shocking things, which have numb the hearts of the people of Prepeca. In this era of rapid change, not only is the resistance to reform minimized, but there are gaps in people's beliefs that can be filled. This is a piece of hard-won white paper, which is being painted by the king. The new picture scroll is rendered on the land of the feudal country, and even more engraved in the hearts of the people!

Soon, after praying and eating, everyone returned to the field according to the camp. They're going to be busy until the sun goes down.

Busy days, sufficient supplies, relatives who camped; legions to suppress, priests to guide, and team officers who are close to the alliance. The combination of all these together maintains the stability of the Tuntian Army, and gradually wins the hearts of the surrendered troops.

The same scene played out in dozens of villages in the Lake District. Tens of thousands of villagers are busy in the fields, praying in front of the altar. With the harvest of the farmland, their wandering hearts finally settled down, and the three gods who prayed quietly became the common sun god, and then gradually became the only main god.

Forty miles southwest of Ivacio City, at the foot of Chingambat Mountain, there is the most remote village in the Lake District. The villagers stopped in the fields, looking at the newborn sun and the golden fields, their faces were full of simple joy.

"Blessed by the three gods! In this year's situation, there is still a good harvest!"

"Hey, the sun god bless us! This year is really difficult! First, there were a few times of levying food, and the samurai in the capital were as fierce as tigers and leopards. The samurai, even the lake was dyed red. After two trips, half of the people in the village died."

"Yes, the priest of the village said that this year is a year of calamity. The sun falls from the sky and the moon rules the world. The goddess of the moon wants you to die, it is destiny. You can escape during the day, but you can't escape at night. Everyone will escape. no."

"No, the priest of the village has changed the term recently! He said that this year is the year when the old sun sets and the new sun rises. The Mexica have changed the sun, and the new kings are the sun, the black wolf, the feathered serpent, and the condor "

"Mexica people! The Mexica people destroyed the kingdom, and the Mexica people killed the nobles. Unexpectedly, the Mexica people sent out the grain again and strictly ordered us to cultivate; they also sent out the rations , help us survive the famine."

"The priest said that the new king is also our Preepecha king"

The villagers' discussions are full of imagination. They are full of awe of the myth, but also faded hostility to the alliance. Suddenly, a villager exclaimed in a low voice.

"Mexica Legion! Black Wolf King!"

Everyone became quiet in an instant. A battalion of Mexica warriors appeared at the end of the field, followed by a tall banner of the Black Wolf King. Soon, the villagers both respected and feared, knelt on the ground together, and saluted the flag from a distance.

Under the flag, Xiulot was dressed in a fine attire, observing the fields along the way. With a contented smile, he glanced at the villagers who were presenting their own salute not far away, and he felt emotional.

"Looking all the way, this year's harvest is good! The sunshine and water are considered suitable, and the cultivation is also considered vigorous. This season's corn planting is late, there are two weeks left, and it will not be harvested until mid-October. When the autumn harvest is completed, the closed country There will be no shortage of food, and the hearts of the people will truly settle down. The rule of the kingdom will no longer be eggs accumulated on rocks."

"Your Highness, how do you accumulate turkey eggs on the stone? Are they to be roasted and eaten?"

The warrior chief was taken aback when he heard this. Then he joked, laughing,

"The legion piles stones with force, and the king uses wisdom to ignite the flames. After a year of careful roasting, the hearts of the people will be ripe. Of course, this is also inseparable from the influence of the knowledgeable elders. Your Highness, in the past few months, Jia Di The chief of the village gathered a group of elites from Preepeca. They praised your prestige everywhere and had a great influence on the people."

"Well, Chief Jadiri has done a good job! Bertard, you don't have to worry. They are a group of people who are most aware of current affairs. They have no force in their hands and will always stand by the side of the strongest. We have to choose to accept them , to give the elites of Prepeca an upward passage.”

Xiulot smiled, and his words were full of confidence.

"Soon, I will imitate the old system of the alliance, set up community military schools in various places, and build a new priest school in the capital. I will give the Prepecha people another two upward channels. Only by cultivating a firm and reliable core, unite more and wave the flag Our strength can be like the flames in the pine forest, burning endlessly!"

Hearing this, Bertard nodded respectfully, with deep respect in his eyes. Around him, a thousand pro-army soldiers with longbows on their backs lined up in a tight line. They guarded the safety of the king, and they also left traces of chilling on the ridge.

"Ezpan, the copper mine is just ahead, right?"

Shulot turned his head with a smile and looked at the general who was a miner.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Ezpan bowed his head in salute. He looked at the familiar scenery around him, filled with emotion.

"Your Highness, this lake is Lake Tsirahun. From this lake, follow the small river to the west, turn over these hills, and you will reach Mount Qinganbat. The largest copper mine in the kingdom is located at the foot of the mountain!"

"In the local dialect, Chingambat means a mountain with a mild climate. There are also two ruins on the mountain, one is a Teotihuacan-style tomb, and the other is an ancient abandoned human sacrifice field. It is said that there is an ancient The descendant of the god died as a sacrifice and buried here. His divine power soaked the earth, and only then did the gold-plated copper mine form!"

Hearing this, Xiulot stood on tiptoe and looked at the distant mountains. A few flashes of light flashed by, vaguely streaked with golden color! The king looked at it for a moment, and then laughed heartily.

"Okay, order the whole army, hurry up! I can't wait!"

Chingambato in the Patzcuaro Lake District and Coalcomán in the Colima Mountains are the two largest copper deposits in the Miconcho region. Their reserves are all at the level of tens of millions of tons of copper, and they have been excavated until modern times. Sonora, Mexico also has the second largest copper mine in the world, Buenavista de Cobre, the largest open pit copper mine in North America. It's just that the northern plateau near California, near the Pacific Ocean, is too far away for the time being. (^_^)