Strange divine smoke floated out from the sanctuary, curling up all the way to the gathering clouds. Looking down from the sky, under the towering sanctuary is the magnificent Great Pyramid of Cholula, "
Artificial mountain "Trachvaltpetl!"
This ancient pyramid is more than 60 meters high and an astonishing 450 meters long and wide. It is the largest pyramid in the world. It has been expanded six times from the inside to the outside. It is mainly made of mud bricks and mixed construction.
Granite. On the outermost layer of the pyramid, many places are covered with soil and planted with various flowers and plants.
It was summer, and artificially planted flowers bloomed on the surface of the tall pyramid. Brightly colored butterflies were attracted and flew among the green and black bricks. The majestic ancient wonder has turned into a beautiful "Holy Flower"
Mountain"!
The main hall of the sanctuary had wide doors and windows open, and the intoxicating incense dispersed in the wind. Acap sat on a soft bearskin cushion, smelling the pleasant and gorgeous aroma, and looked at the vast sea of flowers blooming under his feet. He was inexplicably excited.
Smile, with joy and excitement, like a god high in the clouds, looking down at the world comfortably.
After a while, until the sacred smoke in the furnace burned out, the young priest and elder recovered from his heartfelt joy. Under the stimulation of the sacred smoke, his face turned red, his heart beat very fast, and he praised loudly.
"It's really the best divine smoke! Go to the Kingdom of God in a moment and feel the great joy, just like the purest holy water. Thank you, the messenger of the gods, the leader of the Priests of Petel! I don't know what kind of precious ingredients are added to this divine smoke.
Divine grass?"
The kind and noble old man laughed, his expression as usual amidst the divine smoke.
"It is true that many precious sacred herbs have been added. This is the unique inheritance of Cholula priests throughout the generations! Every portion of the sacred smoke prepared here is worth a box of gold. It is priceless but not marketable. The formula of this sacred smoke,
It has been handed down since the Toltec Empire, and it has been 600 years!"
Hearing this, Akap was amazed and showed respect.
Peter smiled proudly, with pride in his smile.
"The city of Cholula has been established for 1,800 years. Since the decline of the first holy city, Teotihuacan, it has gradually prospered as the second holy city. There are towering pyramid temples and small temples scattered throughout.
Tens of thousands of civilians serve, as well as thousands of noble priests! Although the layout of the two holy cities is similar, their prosperity is very different. Teotihuacan is the place where the gods left, and Cholula is the place where the gods return.
The land, the true sacred capital!”
Akap nodded repeatedly, smiled and praised. Then he changed his words and looked sincerely.
"The holy city of Cholula connects north and south trade and is famous for its richness and prosperity. It is only slightly inferior to the capital city on the lake. The Holy Mountain of Flowers in Cholula is magnificent and beautiful, comparable to the great temple of the capital city on the lake, Teotihuacan.
The Sun and Moon Pyramid is also known as the best in the world!
I heard that all the priests are direct descendants of the Toltec Empire, and the nobility has been passed down to this day. We Mexicans are also descendants of the great Toltecs. We all come from the same lineage. We are really brothers! The Mexica Alliance and Joe
The holy city of Lula should be an alliance with each other, and it will never be easy!"
Hearing this, the priest leader Petel's smile froze.
The holy city of Cholula has always been respected and far away from the flames of war. The many priest families in the holy city have been passed down for four to five hundred years without interruption. They are the true Toltec remnants, that is, the "civilized people in the city." And the Aztecs
People came from Aztlan in the far northwest, and they migrated for a long time and fought countless battles. Like the Tlaxcalans outside the Holy City, they were barbaric people with blood-stained hands, that is, "barbarians outside the city."
”.
For more than a hundred years, the Aztecs settled in the capital city of the lake, claiming to be descendants of the Toltecs and the blessed Mexica. Subsequently, they went on war campaigns and oppressed the world, and all states were forced to change their claims.
.But what the real history is, of course it is clearly recorded in the holy city of Cholula.
"Acap spoke like this in front of him, of course, not to humiliate himself, but to induce an alliance. In the past two months, the Mexica people have tested it several times, and their intention to form an alliance is very strong."
Petel's mind was spinning rapidly, and the smile on his face returned to its normal state. He thought about it for a long time, and then said with a smile,
"The Mexica Alliance is the successor to the great empire Toltec. The Mexica people are the race of gods chosen by the gods. The holy city of Cholula has always respected the will of the gods, and the alliance has long been a brotherly family. Toltec
The lineage is well known to everyone, why say anything more..."
Having said this, Petel changed the subject and returned to the divine smoke again.
"Elder Acap, although the sacred smoke in the Holy Land is good, the holy water in the capital city in the lake is equally extraordinary and unforgettable. The Mexica pharmacists are unique and famous throughout the world, and the chief priest Quetzal is even more good at it! Half a year ago
After hearing the news of his death, I regretted it for several days. I wonder when I can taste holy water again and feel the gift of God?"
Acap thought for a moment and sighed in his heart. The leaders of Cholula were very friendly to the alliance, but they were still unwilling to formally form an alliance with the alliance. This time the test was fruitless. His gentle and jade-like face always had a smile, and he was still gentle.
said.
"Although the chief priest has returned to the Kingdom of God, the inheritance of pharmacy has not ended. This trip is in a hurry...I have sent envoys to bring them the latest holy water. When the time comes, all the elders will be invited to feel the grace of God."
Petel nodded in approval and was really looking forward to it. He continued to expand the topic.
"That's great! I heard that the Great Alliance is reforming religion, increasing the number of priests, and participating in the management of noble fiefdoms. The Twelve Priests will formulate religious laws and manage the world on behalf of the gods?"
Akapu's mind turned around and he understood immediately. He admitted with a smile.
"It is indeed true. His Highness the Alliance received divine enlightenment, and the benevolent gods gave detailed words. The Alliance received the sacred will to spread the glory of God throughout the world and spread it to everyone's heart!"
Petel frowned slightly. He was naturally wary of new words.
However, outside the Holy City of Cholula, there are the Tlaxcala nobles, large and small, who actually control the entire state of Cholula. Although the priests are sacred, their power is limited to the Holy City, and they have been planning to expand outward for a long time.
The priest leader then laughed.
"Very good! What Elder Akap said makes sense. Priests participating in the management of noble fiefdoms and educating the people are responsibilities given by the gods. Please tell me in detail!"
Acap nodded and spoke with a smile.
"The states of Tlaxcala should indeed respect the will of the Holy City... In this crusade against the believers of the alien gods, the people of Tlaxcala are accepting divine punishment... The Alliance will always support the Holy City of Cholula...
The new priesthood is divided into five levels, and the priest leaders from various places guard one side... The priests and elders of the holy city should naturally occupy high positions, and the priesthood is equivalent to the twelve priests..."
In the magnificent temple, the sacred smoke was lit again. The messengers of the gods laughed and talked about the rise and fall of the world.
In the lonely mountain camp, a blazing bonfire was lit. "Black Wolf" Toltec, with his eyebrows like a sword, stood on the top of the tall wooden castle, watching the training of the longbow militia.
Taking the tribe as a unit, dozens of militiamen with long bows split up and attacked together, spreading out and turning like the wind, standing still and shooting like rain. Although the formation of the marching militiamen was ugly, they already had the flexibility of wolves and could roughly execute the command.
They issued military orders and adjusted their tactics independently. In the constant movement, the tribal hunters still maintained a certain degree of organization, just like a pack of wolves hunting collectively.
After a break in training, Toltec called the tribe leader and reprimanded loudly, pointing out the shortcomings of the tactics. His expression was fierce and his voice was like thunder. The leaders were frightened, bowed their heads and accepted orders, and scattered around to practice. The "Black Wolf" commanded the group.
Then he turned around and walked towards the big tent with a hidden smile of satisfaction. After a while, the majestic commander entered the big tent and took out a brand new paper book. His face fell. It was time to read and write again.
In the new camp in the north of the capital, hundreds of spear militiamen let out loud shouts, and under the leadership of the team leader, they carried out a real confrontation. The militiamen in the front row held wooden spears without spearheads and tried their best to stab the opposite side.
Hitting the thin shields. The militiamen in the back row pushed the shields, trying to make the formation tight and pushing the phalanx forward. The two phalanxes fought against each other until one side gradually became scattered, was squeezed and collapsed, and completely lost its team.
shape.
"Monkey" Kuruca then blew the conch to indicate that the winner was determined. He smiled slightly, patted the captains of the two teams on the shoulders cordially, and sincerely praised the victorious Guzman. Then, the new army commander
With a solemn look on his face, he summoned the commanders of each unit to explain the problems that had arisen between the two teams and mentioned the training that needed to be strengthened. From time to time, he would turn around and ask his adjutant Ezpin for his opinion.
Tarasco's surrendered general looked respectful and made detailed suggestions for improvement. The new army commander was very approachable, quickly got along with the militiamen, and also respected his adjutants. He promoted many outstanding cadres, including the gold miner Guzman.
It was one of them. The closer the legion commander appeared, the more Ezpan did not dare to underestimate him. Because unknowingly, the legion was firmly controlled by the other side.
Whenever night falls, Kuruca will always bring a pen and paper, go to the adjutant's barracks, and carefully consult the tactics of the spear phalanx. Although his appearance is as crude as an ape, his mind is extremely intelligent, his thinking is unfettered, and he can learn new battles.
The Dharma was understood very quickly. After a few days, Ezpan was impressed in his heart.
Soon, the confrontation training between the two spear phalanxes began again. Many other phalanxes carried out simulated marches around the center of the confrontational battlefield. Looking at the initially effective spear formations, "Monkey" Kulu
Ka finally nodded with satisfaction and started thinking about more complex tactics.
"I have wasted half my life, and the road has been full of twists and turns. Now, I finally lead an army alone. A broad and smooth road lies ahead of me. I must not let down His Highness's high expectations!"
Not far away, Ezpan looked at the standing legion commander, and then at the spear phalanx that was beginning to take shape. His eyes were envious and he felt the same. After a while, he turned around and looked at Lake Texcoco in the south.
. On the sparkling lake, a continuous stream of boats never stops, constantly transporting food and materials from the lake area, and also brings the latest war situation.
Beside the long bridge of Baishi, the legion commander Annatri waved a three-meter spear flag, and the huge naval fleet slowly set sail, heading north along the river. The fleet carried three thousand elite direct warriors, full of warehouses.
Dry military grain, as well as special weapons sealed in wooden boxes and wrapped in waterproof tarps.
Tepopolo's brows were high and he showed a kind smile. He stood behind Anatri, carefully looking at the heroic appearance of the female warrior, thinking about the importance of the navy to the fiefdom, and silently calculating in his heart.
Anatri finished commanding, and she was impressed by the warrior's keenness. She turned around suddenly, saw Tepopolo's wanton eyes, and raised her brows.
"Tepopolo, the 'Destroyer' of Tlatelolco, you insist on boarding my flagship and say you have important matters to discuss. Judging from your expression now, do you mean that you want to compete with me on this so-called important matter?
?"
Hearing this unceremonious question, Tepopolo's expression froze and his heart became angry. As a battle-hardened commander, he was also a brave warrior when he was young, and his confidence was not inferior to others. Later, he inherited the honor of the noble nobles.
He respected his position, was carefully served around him, and was always respected by others. Except for the king, no one dared to speak to him in this tone for a long time.
Tepopolo was only dissatisfied for a moment before he remembered the purpose of his trip, so he puffed up his chest and smiled heroically. Following the traditional custom, he slapped his thick chest with his thick right arm, showing off his strong body.
"'Source of Water' Anatri, I heard that you have never been married, and my wife has passed away for several years. Now, the majestic mountains have no rivers, and the spacious houses lack mistresses. The tall corns are not twined with beans, and the strong
My body needs comfort! Under the witness of Xochiktesar, the god of love, I declare my pursuit of you and make you a component of my palace!"
Annatri's eyes widened and his eyebrows raised.
"You have to prove your martial arts skills first before I will allow you to pursue! Whether the mountains are majestic is not just a matter of words. Whether the corn is strong is not just about appearance. Are you a ferocious and roaring jaguar, or are you shaking your head?
The hyena is barking wildly, let us see the truth on our hands!"
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With the support of the army, with the support of the navy, Heshang took the initiative. Having said that, as a famous warrior, he had no reason to back down. After thinking for a moment, he confidently took out his war stick and smiled fiercely.
"Okay! Anatri, under the witness of the gods, let us compete here! According to traditional customs, the winner will take away the most precious treasure that can be found from the loser!"
Anatri did not hesitate, and stamped the spear in her hand on the boat, making a loud bang. She laughed loudly, and the sound was like a resounding silver bell.
"Yes, this is what the samurai did. Witness the gods, let us start now!"
After speaking, Anatli shook her head and glanced sideways at Tepopolo. Then, she made a gesture to indicate to the other party to take action first.
Seeing this action, Tepopolo became angry again, and the desire to fight burned in his chest. Years of combat experience allowed him to keep his movements cautious and steady. He raised the shield in his left hand to protect the vital parts of his body, and the shield in his right hand.
Point the war stick diagonally, make a starting position that can easily exert force, and then quickly approach.
Anatli's eyes were like an eagle, holding the spear with both hands, lying horizontally in front of her. Her knees sank slightly, the spear shaft was retracted behind her, and the spear head pointed towards the opposite side, ready to attack at any time.
On the slightly rocking boat, Tepopolo took small steps and approached the female warrior. He suddenly jumped forward, raised the shield in his left hand, and hit the opponent's head, while blocking the trajectory of the spear. Then
, he leaned down low, swung his right war stick low, and struck at the opponent's waist. This was an extremely skilled stick-and-shield coordination. When the two hands struck together, they were powerful and heavy, without any confusion!
The attacks from up and down came at the same time. Anatli's eyes lit up, she let out a loud cry, and then she quickly retreated backwards. She was like a fish swimming in the water, sensing the current of the attack and avoiding the shield attack with great skill.
Then, she quickly moved sideways to the right, like a swift in the wind, following the oncoming wind, avoiding the stick blows with agility and agility.
One step forward, one step back, one turn and one move, everything happened in an instant. Tepopolo's swing failed, and he was shocked, so he quickly retreated and covered the middle door with his shield.
The female warrior did not pause, and her movements were smooth and fluid. She suddenly shouted angrily, strode forward, first with a stab that had been prepared for a long time, and accurately pierced Tepopolo's helmet, breaking half of it just right. Then,
She pressed the shaft of the spear and lifted it hard, and the helmet flew up and fell into the lake.
Tepopolo felt a pain in his forehead, and then a cold feeling on his head. If it was a battlefield, he would have been dead at this time. His eyes turned red, and he was about to raise his shield and swing his stick again, but he was hit hard on the top of his head, making him dizzy.
dizzy.
With one move, the helmet flew off. Anatli pressed the spear again and hit her opponent on the head with the spear shaft. Then, she quickly stepped forward, walking on flat ground on the swaying boat, and got closer to about one meter. Finally, she moved forward.
, the female warrior shouted angrily again, taking advantage of Tepopolo's dazed moment, she turned sideways and kicked her hind leg horizontally, suddenly hitting the opponent's shield.
The boat shook violently, and Tepopolo lost his balance in a trance. But in an instant, there was an angry shout in his ear, and an irresistible force came from the shield, kicking his body back two meters. Glory Noble
In an instant, he lost his footing and fell into the water with a splash. The slightly salty rainy season lake water continuously penetrated from his nose, middle and mouth, completely wetting his hair and armor.
The glorious nobleman finally came to his senses. He raised his head and shouted loudly, while paddling hard and splashing. A circle of small boats around him quickly came up to meet him. However, the coach's big boat sailed away, and it was far away in a moment.
Annatri stood on the bow of the boat and proudly carried her spear behind her back. The lake wind blew her long hair, and she looked up to the sky and smiled, leaving behind a powerful sentence.
"Tepopolo, you don't have any treasures that I value! Only those who can defeat me are mountains worthy of flowing water!"
Then, she swiped her spear and scolded the guards and sailors who looked in awe.
"Hold up the flag and speed up the march! Next, go to Lake Haltokan to meet the warrior army of Teotihuacan!"
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