The brilliant morning sun rose into the sky, and Dadan's banquet also came to an end. In the vast camp, the smoke from cooking stoves dispersed into the sky, and the songs of the priests floated far away. Soon, under the leadership of the war priests, tens of thousands of people
The warriors began to line up and pray in low voices. They faced the red sun in the east and praised the light radiated by the Sun God. They sang about the victory bestowed by the God of War and looked forward to the grand ceremony after the war!
In this barbaric Warring States period, the low level of productivity limited the hedonistic atmosphere. It was difficult to get intoxicated with light water and wine, and the function of food was mostly for etiquette and satiety. Whether civilians or warriors, life was difficult and hierarchical.
They care less about life than death and believe in gods. The military society of the Alliance requires militiamen to continue farming and fighting; while for noble warriors, abstinence, fighting, sacrifice, and worship of gods are required. Therefore, throughout the Alliance, there is a truly fascinating public
Activities are a wide variety of religious ceremonies.
"The most important affairs of the country are military affairs and sacrifice. The same is true for the alliance!"
Under the new rising sun, Shulot was wearing the priest's uniform of a black wolf, a slender priest's feather crown on his head, and holding a jeweled priest's staff. He was sitting on a three-meter-high altar. Even though he had not slept all night, he still looked energetic.
Yiyi has a bright light in his eyes. Under the guidance of his grandfather, the young priest clearly understands that religious rituals control the hearts of the people, which is the foundation of his long-term existence. No matter how great military achievements he has made, religious power cannot be faked in human hands.
, and all important rituals 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 position of the sun and gave a solemn order to the low-level priests under the altar.
"The sun rises, God rises, light the sacred fire!"
The blazing holy fire was immediately lit, warm heat waves were carried in the wind, and a large amount of spices were thrown into the fire, burning out a rich fragrance, just like the breath of the gods.
"The earth shakes, the warriors dance, the priests sing!"
The temple warriors danced feverish war dances, and the priests sang ancient songs. The earth was shaking, and the white clouds were swaying, reaching into the ancient distance.
"Bury the dead, and their bodies will return to the embrace of the earth, giving birth to prosperous fields!"
A huge pit has long been dug at the border of the camp. Thousands of warriors surrounded the pit and put the bodies of the war dead into it. Distant lamentations floated in the camp, accompanied by whispered messages and
bless.
Xiulote stared at it for a moment, with a heavy expression on his face. The Royal Tarasco army was extremely tenacious, and this decisive battle was also extremely brutal. Both sides fought until the last moment. The Mexica Alliance invested a total of about 18,000 troops, and suffered casualties.
A staggering number of more than 5,000 people. Due to the brutality of the battle, the proportion of casualties was particularly high. There were more than 3,000 corpses buried at this time, and half of the remaining 2,000 wounded were seriously injured.
Calculating carefully, the three thousand religious legions on the right fought to the death with the enemy, and were broken through by the Bronze Ax Guards. They were the unit with the heaviest casualties, losing almost half. The three thousand holy city legions on the left were slightly better.
There were also nearly a thousand casualties. The Chinese Army's 6,000 spear corps withstood a large number of bow and arrow fire, and was attacked once by the Bronze Ax Guards, with as many as 1,500 casualties. Fortunately, they were blocked by paper armor and rattan plates.
Most of the injuries from the arrows were not serious, and most of the wounded in the central army could recover. The 3,000 shooting troops in the rear also suffered more than 600 casualties, one-third of which were close soldiers whom Shulot valued.
In Yuku's final assault, more than 60 of the 500 Jaguar warriors were killed. More than 60 military nobles went to the Kingdom of God! In the eyes of the nobles of the alliance, this was the most significant loss in this battle.
In comparison, Black Wolf's two thousand longbow militiamen suffered seven to eight hundred casualties in order to block the reinforcements from the royal capital, but they were not taken seriously by the commanders at all.
After thinking about it, Shulot looked solemn and sighed softly in his heart.
"The Bronze Ax Guards are the real tough guys, and the Royal Tarasco Army was the first powerful army that was destroyed in my hands!"
Soon, Shulot's spirit was lifted again. He raised his head and looked around at the tens of thousands of Mexican legions. This was the power that was loyal to him! Then, the young priest's eyes paused for a moment on the prisoners in custody, and he raised his head high.
He picked up the magic staff in his hand and started chanting again with an expressionless face.
"Sacrifice the enemies, use their blood, and call for the coming of the sun god!"
With the shouts of the priests, the warriors' war dance became more and more fanatical. The fierce war drums beat, and the senior warriors imitated the calls of jaguars and eagles, howling to the sky. A burst of despair erupted from the prisoner camp not far away.
The commotion was quickly suppressed by the alliance warriors. Two thousand elite warriors dragged the same number of prisoners until they walked to the huge pit.
Shulot raised his eyes slightly and continued to look at the distant sky. Counting the capital reinforcements, the Tarascans invested 13,000 legions in this battle, of which 10,000 royal troops were the absolute elite. After the battle, the tower
The entire Lasco Guard army was wiped out, not a single royal warrior was left, and the spear militia also suffered all casualties. Under the Mexica Legion's all-night pursuit, the last more than 10,000 Lasco Legion was destroyed. Only less than
Two thousand defeated soldiers escaped and ascended to heaven, most of them were reinforcements from the capital.
During the post-war count, there were about 7,000 enemy soldiers killed and about 4,000 captured royal troops, most of whom were injured. It has always been the alliance's practice to sacrifice after the war, and it is difficult for those who were seriously injured to escape the fate of death.
Shulot only left behind two thousand strong warriors and militiamen. And the remaining two thousand captives...The faint miserable howl was drowned in the sound of shouting, and the dazzling bright red poured into the deep pit. Then the sound was weak
, the bright red flowed away, the sacrifices turned into ice, and the sun god came to the earth!
"At noon, God descends, and the kingdom of God opens! God has arrived to pick up the souls of the deceased!"
Qingyue's shouts echoed under the sky, and the sky-shaking shouts rose. The warriors in the camp suddenly made a noise. They shouted their last blessings and bid farewell to the souls of those who died in the battle. They rose up to the red country. After a long time, the shouts
Then it gradually fell silent.
Shulot once again raised the staff in his hand and sang his final farewell.
"God has left, taking with him 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 Huitzilopochtli! Praise the Sun God Huitzilopochtli! Praise the God of War Huitzilopochtli!"
The shouts in the camp boiled to the extreme and turned into shocking and neat prayers. All the Mexica warriors fell to the ground at the same time. They pressed their faces deeply to the ground and offered the most devout salute to the Lord God! Soon, there was silence in the camp.
Only the distant flute and the distant sound of wind are left.
Shulot closed his eyes slightly and chanted silently for three minutes before finally singing.
"The ceremony is completed! The Sun God returns to the sky, promising a bumper harvest this year; the God of War blesses us, and the Western Expedition will be victorious!"
The deafening cheers sounded again, and even the air became lively. The warriors got up from the ground with smiles on their faces. They greeted each other, clenched their fists and crossed their arms, looking forward to the harvest of the fields, and even more eager for the victory of the war. Responsible
The funeral warriors began to fill the pit with soil. The warriors of the Alliance were buried in the main pit, and the symbols of the sun and hummingbirds were painted and carved on the soil. The dead of the kingdom were hastily buried in the surrounding secondary pits, where they remained with their enemies while alive.
Accompany each other and live next to each other.
At the end of the ceremony, Hulot slowly walked down from the altar, sweating all over his back. The weather in April had become hot, but the solemn sacrificial clothes did not allow for any sloppiness. Accompanied by Bertard, he
Returning to the commander's tent, he changed into comfortable single clothes, rested for a while, and then went to a partial tent in the rear camp again.
The tent was not big, but it was firmly guarded by more than a dozen warriors. Shulot opened the tent door and looked directly at the straw bed in the tent.
King Suangua of Tarasco is lying on the bed with his eyes tightly closed and a peaceful smile on his face. His injured right arm has been carefully bandaged, the arrowhead has been removed, and he has been put on a clean
The white robe looked like a sleeping white deer at this moment. Beside Suangua, an old priest saluted respectfully, and the young priest also nodded in return.
“How is the situation in Suangua?”
"Dear Chief Priest, all the wounds on his body have been carefully treated. I gave him powerful knife water last night, and he has been sleeping until now."
"Okay! Don't stop using the priest's potion. If it's not enough, send people to the rear to recruit. Remember, he is the most sacred sacrifice. You must keep him alive and never let him commit suicide!"
Hearing this, the old priest nodded fearfully and replied respectfully.
"Please rest assured, Chief Priest! If you use the psychedelic holy water and the anesthetic knife water alternately, he will never have the chance to commit suicide, and he will soon lose his sober thoughts!"
"Well, okay. Now, wake him up!"
The old priest took out a jar of light yellow medicine and fed it into Suangua's mouth. After a while, the young king coughed hard several times, shook his head in pain, and finally woke up from his deep sleep again.
"Yuku... put some armor on me..."
Shulot stood quietly, staring at the pale king, without saying anything.
"Bring me honey water... Guard? Yuku!"
Suangua shouted out, his eyes widened suddenly, and he met Xuelote's eyes. His expression was first surprised, then confused, then confused, and finally turned into anger.
"Damn! You are..."
"Commander of the North Mexica Road, Xiulote."
Hearing this, the young king's pupils shrank violently. He subconsciously touched his waist, and felt a stinging pain in his right arm, but found nothing. He looked at the clothes on his body again and looked at Mexica on both sides.
The samurai suddenly turned pale and 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 confused. The high-ranking priests and senior warriors of the alliance will use potions carefully to avoid undesirable effects.
Influence.
"The gods have brought us together! Hello, Casonchi of the Prepecha, condor of Tarasco! Xuelot of Mexica greets you!"
Upon hearing the familiar greeting, Suan Gua pressed his white lips tightly and lowered his head in silence. After a while, the pride of the royal family forced him to raise his head and replied in a low voice.
"Three Gods witness! Hello, Commander of the North Road of Mexico. The King of Tarasco greets you!"
Shulot smiled and nodded. He smiled and looked at the king's expression before speaking gently.
"Your Excellency Suangua, how do you feel physically? Are there any discomforts? The Alliance advocates etiquette. If you have any requests, you can make them here!"
Hearing this, Su Angua gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. After a long 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 moment, he did have some ideas... The young priest smiled again and spoke.
"In that case, I will tell you the truth. Your Excellency, you have been defeated, and the Kingdom of Tarasco no longer has an army. Although the royal capital Qin Congcan is a powerful city, it cannot withstand the attack of the alliance army. The war has come
At the end of the day, enough lives have been lost. For the lives of the residents of the capital, and for the sake of this year's spring plowing, are you willing to come forward and surrender Qincongcan City?"
The young king was silent. He raised his head and looked at the white tent, as if he was sitting on the clouds. Shulot waited patiently for a long time before asking again.
"Sir, what do you think?"
“What will the Mexican Federation do with me?”
Su Angua looked at the young man and asked coldly.
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 with glory."
"Meet my request and go to the Kingdom of God with glory?... Damn it, greedy hyena! You treat me as a sacrificial offering?! Cough, cough..."
Su Angua thought for a moment and suddenly understood. He roared angrily, waved his arms, and then coughed violently.
The Mexica warriors on both sides immediately pulled out their war clubs and took a step forward. Hulot 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.
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This gaze seemed to have stinging power. Suangua coughed and turned his head, avoiding the boy's eyes. The young king continued to think for a long time before looking at Shulot again.
"If Qin Cong Can City surrenders, can the Tarasco royal family be saved?"
Hearing this, Shulot slowly shook his head.
The young king was silent again. He thought carefully for a long time before looking at Shulot expectantly.
"Landing into your hands, my fate has been decided, but the bloodline of the Condor cannot be cut off in my hands. I can give you the city of Qincongcan, and I can also recruit the nobles of the south to surrender for you! I don't ask to save the entire
The royal family, please leave a bloodline and entrust it to the remote southwest. Your Highness, Mexica, I beg you, please have a kind heart like Quetzalcoatl, to grant my reasonable request!"
This time, Shulot thought for a long time. Keeping the royal family was contrary to the instructions of the elders; enfeoffing the southwest was inconsistent with his own plan. And such a promise must be sworn to the gods and made under the witness of the nobles and priests.
..After careful consideration, he slowly shook his head.
"Your Excellency, please change your conditions!"
"I only have this condition! If the bloodline of the condor is cut off, everything in the kingdom will have no meaning! All the civilians of Qin Congcan will die, so what?! If the Mexica people cut off the royal family of the three gods, they will definitely
Suffer the punishment of the three gods! All the tribes in the world will unite to attack you, the cruel Aztecs!"
Suan Gua's words turned into a roar. He clenched his fists with both hands, stood up from the straw bed with all his strength, and was about to rush towards Xiu Luo Te. Xi Luo Te looked calm and took two steps back silently. The warrior Chang Berta beside him
De stepped forward at the same time, firmly restrained Suangua, and pinned him firmly on the grass bed. King Tarasco's eyes turned red, and he recognized Bertard's identity, and struggled again.
"It's you! The warrior who killed Yuku! Damn it, you Mexica Highness who has sunk into the abyss! I am the king of Tarasco, give me back my kingdom, my legion, and my general!!"
Seeing the mad King Tarasco, Hulot shook his head helplessly. He made a gesture to the old priest, who took out a jar of light green potion again, and then forcibly held Suangua's chin.
, poured it into his mouth skillfully. After only a dozen breaths, King Tarasco suddenly stopped, his whole body became weak, and he fell asleep quietly again.
"Forget it. Take good care of him and I'll come back to see him in a few days."
Shulot gave a few instructions and turned to leave. Things were busy after the war, and he still had to prepare his army and send troops to the royal capital as soon as possible!
The long wind swept across, blowing the pines and cypresses by the lake; the sunlight fell, turning into ripples on the lake surface. The legion's messengers ran on the fields of the lake area, quickly spreading the news of the alliance's decisive battle to all directions. In the spreading news,
People's hearts are shaking, the world is changing, and the alliance is moving forward.
Prisoners were sent north and food came south. After the decisive battle, the Mexican Army only rested for two days before rushing northwest like a flood, arriving at the lakeside of Patzcuaro, eyeing the last city of Qincongcan. Soon
Quickly, the 5,000 South Road advance troops served as the vanguard. They first camped under the Qincongcan City, cut off the surrounding roads, and blocked the lake shores on the west and north sides. Then, more than 10,000 Northern troops arrived one after another, surrounding the capital on all sides.
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The royal army was destroyed, the enemy besieged the city, and the shocking news hit at the same time. The majestic royal capital of Tarasco was suddenly in panic, and the nobles and priests were in panic. The sacrifices on the Yakata Pyramid continued all night, and the sacrifices were sacrificed.
The ceremony also continued for a moment. The chief minister immediately brought all the descendants of the royal family into the palace, and then vigorously organized the army in the capital.
In the current Qin Cong Can City, including the defeated troops who fled back, there are only more than 2,000 warriors. Most of them are private soldiers of the nobility and priests and divine guards, and only a quarter are loyal direct subordinates. There are nearly 20,000 militiamen in the city.
, nearly half are Tekos tribesmen who are ready to make a move.
Faced with this situation, Zinzini showed unprecedented toughness. He dispersed his direct samurai, took control of the militia in the city, and then suppressed the unstable nobles and tribesmen. However, 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 under the calm surface of Lake Patzcuaro, there were deep and invisible rapids.
Another day later, the Black Wolf's flag appeared in the east of Qincongcan City. More than 400 jaguar warriors and more than 2,000 shooting regiments surrounded the supreme Mexica commander and arrived 300 steps away from the city wall.
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Hulot stood under the towering city wall and stared at this magnificent city. At the end of April, after a full year of fighting, the Mexican Army finally arrived at the city of Qinconcan and surrounded Tara.
The capital of Sco! The kingdom of the Prepecha people is about to perish, and the massive Western Expedition is about to come to an end!
This chapter has been completed!