Aztec Eternals

Shulot lay on the soft grass bed, tossing and turning all night.

The young man listened to the night rain outside the window, the sound of raindrops beating continuously, as if beating on his heart. His thoughts are like a long wind, drifting thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, flying to the distant capital in the lake, landing on a slim figure that he doesn't know yet, trying to see the smiling face of that beautiful figure clearly.

The night always makes the mind sharp. Xiulot clearly understands that this political marriage is the most important guarantee for the alliance between the two forces, and there is no possibility of cancellation or change.

As for Shulot himself, he felt a little awkward, and he had many longings, imaginings, expectations, complicated and unspeakable. Regardless of past life or present life, emotionally, he is still a teenager.

Early the next morning, when it was daylight, Shulot got up abruptly. He put on a robe casually, and went to find his old friend Akapu who lived next door.

Akap also got up early. He was wearing a neat priest robe, combed his hair, and wore a formal feather crown. He was sitting in the tent, holding a wooden board in his hands and studying. The young man took a closer look, and found that it was the first version of Chinese characters revised by himself and Avit.

"Akap, what do you think of this text?" The young man thought for a while, and talked about him first.

"Very good! The text you invented has accurate meaning, standardized writing, and is neat and beautiful. It is not only conducive to communication between the upper and lower levels, but also convenient to teach knowledge and help to inherit culture." Acap nodded with a smile, quite approving.

"Do you think grandfather will be willing to use these words? Can it be promoted on a large scale?" The boy asked with some concern.

"The high priest shouldn't object, especially since you invented it." Akap thought for a moment and smiled. "He has always had the idea of ​​reforming religion, and has also guided the priests of the city-state to discover and organize the stories and records of the Feathered Serpent God over the years."

"However, other priests may not be happy to see the norms of the text. The biggest resistance must come from the chief priests of the capital."

"The chief priest, Kechar, has always been old-fashioned and stubborn. They have held the right to interpret mythological records for generations, and often use signs and legends to interfere in the internal affairs of the alliance. The chief priests themselves have a lot of fertile land and a large number of warrior followers. This kind of The change in the text will touch their fundamental interests, and there will definitely be a violent counterattack." Acap analyzed seriously, and he looked at the boy with some concern.

Xiuluo nodded. The priest class was deeply rooted in the alliance, controlling the hearts of warriors and civilians alike. Wanting to forcibly overthrow the priest class is to fight against the majority of the alliance, which means self-destruction.

For the priestly class, only the Reformation was carried out. The standardization and popularization of writing is actually a kind of educational reform. Next, he needs to stand with the reformers within the priests, continue to attack and eliminate the traditional conservatives, and at the same time improve the literacy rate of warriors and civilians.

The next step is to reduce the privileges of the priests, modify the human sacrifice ceremony, improve the theological theory, sort out the priesthood system, decide whether to unify church and state or separate church and state, and so on. These reforms can only be advanced step by step. It takes time to accumulate people's hearts and wait for the further development of the situation, so as to give birth to the soil for the next reform.

The religious reform he hopes is destined to be a long and difficult process, unless some uncontrollable force suddenly sweeps away all obstacles.

After a few small talk, the boy looked around again. Well, no one was around, and neither was Bertard.

He just sat next to Acap, grabbed his old friend's arm, and asked in a low voice: "Acap, that...Alyssa, who you proposed for me yesterday, um, the princess, she looks so good Do you look good? How is your personality?"

Akap was taken aback for a moment, then the corner of his mouth twitched.

He forced himself to hold back his laughter, and asked jokingly: "The princess is only eleven years old, and she is still in the stage of family education. She is not old enough to go to school in Kalmycak. How could I have seen it? You should ask about this matter." Your Royal Highness."

The young man thought for a while, indeed, should he ask Avit? Then he touched the still sore cheek, thinking of Avette's fierce eyes, he suddenly shuddered. "Forget it."

"Actually, you don't have to worry about the princess's appearance, Shulot." Acap laughed, "What do you think of His Royal Highness?"

"It's not bad." Shulot thought about Avette's handsome face and the sharp facial contours, and answered realistically.

"Since this is the case, brother Wang's first wife is also a well-known beauty in the capital. How could their daughter be unsatisfactory? As for character, the royal family's family education has always been strict. Besides, the princess is still young, and everything has not been finalized. If you are really worried, take the initiative Get in touch."

"You have to cultivate your relationship with each other and experience beautiful things together. At the same time, follow the temptation and guide the girl's pure thoughts. When the princess grows up, she will grow up like soybeans wrapped around corn, clinging to each other. You will be a perfect fit!" Ah Cap smiled persuasively.

In the eyes of the young man, the old friend's gentle and jade-like face suddenly shone with "wisdom".

"Akap, you are so smart!" The young man stood up suddenly, hugged Akap happily, and rambled excitedly, "Let me remember it well and write a plan seriously!"

Acap just smiled lightly and touched the boy's forehead, um, it's okay.

The easy time passed quickly. In the evening of that day, Akap changed into casual clothes and bid farewell to the commander and the boy. Accompanied by several intelligence personnel, he will go to the Ottopan siege camp in the rain.

Then, Acap needs to get in touch with the head of Xiusoke there, inform the high priest and the king's brother of the decision to form an alliance, and integrate the Teotihuacan city-state legion into the alliance.

Avit also sent messengers separately. While contacting the officers at all levels of the besieged camp, he kept the next plan strictly confidential, just testing the attitude of the generals. In this way, he can confirm the old subordinates who are still obeying him, judge the swinging neutral faction, and clarify the king's loyalty. The identity of the chief intelligence officer gave him great operational convenience and cover.

On the other side, the envoys also communicated with the supporters in the three capital cities. He expressed goodwill to the High Nobles and the High Priestess, ensuring that they remained at least neutral in subsequent actions. Full promises to petty nobles and lowly warriors, and build up staunch supporters from the regiments they have previously commanded.

Finally, the commander began to purge the more than 10,000 warriors under his command: first marginalize the officers who were loyal to the king. Then, based on the rewards for military exploits not long ago, officers who are loyal to themselves will be promoted. Then, in the name of victory in the battle, ordinary warriors and militiamen were greatly rewarded, so as to gather the morale of the army.

Xiulot stayed with his followers all day, practicing martial arts and writing. Recently, when he faced Avitt, he felt a little frightened, so he decided to hide and adjust for a few days.

He now has 500 followers and has formed a bodyguard warrior regiment, with Bertard as the warrior leader of the bodyguard regiment. Relying on the backbone sent by his father, his personal guard group already looks like a strong soldier. The young man attaches great importance to the learning of characters from his followers, and he plans to train the Guard Corps into a future officer corps, while experimenting with new tactics and tactics.

The Longbow Guard in the army is also under his leadership. Now there are 150 longbows, and there are 200 guards, all of whom are senior warriors. They have been exposed to spear throwing, have a basic sense of distance for long-range shooting, and the skill of aiming and shooting.

Xiulot secretly opened up a training base in the mountains not far away, and trained the Longbow Guards day after day, rain or shine. At this time, their training program has changed from the overall flat shooting and projectile shooting to a fixed target within 200 meters.

Time passed in the wind and rain, and the waves surged under the river. An invisible big net is slowly and steadily unfolding.

Another two weeks passed by in a hurry, and the banks of the long river were peaceful. Until one drizzle afternoon, another canoe came suddenly.

The scout, covered in mud and water, galloped forward and fell headlong into the big tent. He had just come from the city of Jilotepec, day and night, for six days without stopping, without stopping the oars, and was almost completely out of shape.

"The city of Xilotepec rebelled seven days ago! The Otomi people also attacked the grain transportation camp on the bank of the Tampen River and the grain storage camp in the mountains. The specific casualties are not yet known, but the Otomi The logistics channel of the Topan siege camp has been temporarily cut off!"

The commander-in-chief and the boy looked at each other. The two looked calm and nodded slightly: "It's finally here!"

Early the next morning, the Tarasco camp on the other side of the river was also boiling. Just after noon, Tarasco's boat division repeatedly dispatched the upper and lower reaches of the long river, transporting multiple militia teams across the river, making a massive offensive gesture.

"The beginning of the rainy season has passed, and everything in the world is developing. It is really a perfect harmony between man and nature." Standing on the hill, the young man raised his head slightly, looking at the rainy sky, the magnificent world and the river.

There was a tranquility in the young man's heart, and even a trace of leisure. When things are coming to an end, you just need to be bold! He looked at the world in his eyes with a smile, and strode forward firmly, as if the world was walking towards him.