The strong wind carries the chill of the end of December, and there is a kind of loneliness and chill that is unique to the autumn and winter seasons.
In tropical northern Mexico, there is no cruel white snow that covers everything. There are only golden beans with golden stems in the fields during the harvest season.
The end of the year has arrived, and in a blink of an eye it is already a bad day.
Perhaps due to the pressure of food, the two partial divisions quickly gathered together and immediately brought more than a month's worth of food and fodder.
Twenty thousand troops marched north for two days, and then separated to the northwest and due north. The huge Mexica army left behind thirty thousand warriors, nearly twenty thousand militiamen, and the holy and ruthless King Tisoc, sitting in Otto
Under Pan City.
Cassar stayed in the royal camp, leading a thousand Jaguars and five hundred Praetorian Guards, waiting for the day to come. King Tisok expected that the city-state of Otopan would seize the opportunity, leave the city and break the siege, and then welcome this
"surprise".
The commander-in-chief Totec led eight thousand direct warriors and two thousand direct village militiamen, heading straight to Guamare in the northwest without stopping.
He had a wooden map, and whenever the scouts found an Otomi village, he would use bright red dye to draw a circle at that location.
Shulot originally did not want to participate in this expedition. He wanted to stay in the camp and teach his followers Chinese characters calmly. However, Avitt smiled, firmly held his arm, and dragged him out of the hut.
He could only leave one sentence: "You must study hard!" before he was ruthlessly dragged away.
Bertard selected sixty outstanding follower warriors to follow Xilot. Since Xilot created the "Behemoth" trebuchet, lower-level warriors have joined him one after another, and now there are more than 300 warriors following him.
By.
Fortunately, the current king has no intention of paying attention to such trivial matters.
In order to maintain these followers, Shulot could only go to his father for alms from time to time, seeking food and supplies. Shusok also agreed with a happy face, and sent some Holy City warriors to act as the backbone of his followers.
The army marched for half a month, along the way were undulating mountains and hills. At the beginning, there were dense forests, but the further north you go, the fewer the forests, and the mountains gradually become gentler.
In front of Shulot, he could clearly see hills and fields, as well as the faint smoke from cooking fires in the fields, and at the end were barren mountain villages.
Half a month later, the legion finally arrived at the city of Guamare. At this time, the wooden boards of Totec were covered with bright red marks, like blood marks.
Guamare City is a typical flat mountain city built on a hill. The bottom of the city wall is more than ten meters above the ground. Xiulote estimated that the area of the city is about four square kilometers, and the height of the city wall is about four meters. It is not high.
The hills still effectively strengthened the city's defense and greatly reduced the offensive effectiveness of man-made catapults.
"Mountains, forests, mountain cities, and flat mountain cities. It seems that although the Otomi people are weak, they occupy a favorable terrain and are not an easy target to conquer."
Shulot looked at the city in front of him and fell into distant contemplation.
"If the Alliance wants to launch a war of territorial conquest and expand the borders of the empire, then who should be the first target of the attack?"
Soon, figures flashed on the walls of Guamare, revealing the warriors and militiamen stationed there. According to the intelligence in Avitt's hands, excluding the support for Otopan, there are currently about 5,000 warriors and 20,000 militiamen in the city. This
The numbers on paper were enough to fight the Mexican Legion from afar.
The Mexican Legion marched forward in horror and marched to a place two miles away from the city. The eight thousand main warriors took off their shields and war clubs and looked at the defenders at the top of the city with a casual look. Two thousand auxiliary militiamen stayed behind.
Set up a simple camp to guard the legion's food and fodder.
The commander-in-chief Toket sent an envoy, raising a flag and requesting dialogue with the city. After half an hour, the city gate on the opposite side was half-opened, and a dozen nobles and priests came in a hurry. They were dressed in feather crowns and costumes.
Clearly dressed up.
The leader was an Otomi nobleman, wearing a black and white exquisite cotton robe with a smile. Next to the nobleman was an old man with an obsidian crown. The old man was not tall and wore a black and white striped priest's robe.
, with a serious look on his face.
The commander-in-chief Toct stood in front of the legion, and he signaled Avitt to come forward to negotiate. Avitt took his entourage, grabbed the young priest wearing the Tengu priest uniform, and stepped forward together with a smile.
As soon as the two parties stood still one mile away from the city, Shulot felt a chill in his body. When he raised his head, the old priest opposite him was staring at him with eyes that wanted to be cut into pieces. No, it should be
The sacrificial robe on my body.
The nobleman of Guamare smiled with a slightly respectful greeting.
"Dear Mexica leader, descendant of the sun god..."
Then, everyone heard the old priest coughing dissatisfiedly, interrupting the superficial greetings.
The Ottomi noble's smile paused, his expression became solemn, and he continued to speak.
"I am a divine noble from Guamare... I wonder what the Mexica warriors have to do when they come to the city of Guamare? Our Guamare tribes have always been on good terms with the Mexica City-State Alliance.
!The response to the city of Otopan this time is only due to the alliance, not the original intention of the Guamare tribes. If your war group needs food and wine, the city-state can supply it in sufficient quantities."
Avitt also smiled slightly and declared calmly.
"Greetings to you, the descendant of the God of Day and Night! The army is coming this time. Firstly, it hopes that the city-state of Guamare will surrender to the great alliance and hand over a symbolic tribute. Secondly, it requires the Guamare city-state to surrender.
Ministry, withdraw aid to the city of Otopan, and sever the alliance with Otopan."
"Ah? This..."
Before the Otomi noble could reply, he heard the old priest's angry roar.
"The Otomi people will never surrender to the Mexica people! The city of Otopen is the ancestral land of the Otomi people and must not fall into the hands of the brutal Mexica heretics!"
Hearing this, Avitt's face turned cold and he warned sternly.
"The great King Tisok is leading us, and the powerful city of Hilotepec has surrendered! And now, the fall of Otopan is imminent, and a hundred thousand warriors have surrounded the mountain city. After the city is broken, regardless of the gods or priests,
The nobles and nobles will all shed their blood and be sacrificed to the Sun God!..."
"The alliance's army carries roaring behemoths. Wherever it goes, no Ottomi army can match it! Now, there are only five thousand warriors in Guamare City, and they are even more vulnerable to the attack of the army!"
After giving the warning, Avitt paused and then persuaded with a smile.
"However, the city of Guamare is too far away from the capital city in the lake, and it is really barren... The benevolent king actually does not have much interest in this land. Witness the Lord God! The Mexica army's conquest only reached Austria
As far as Toppan City.”
"So, as long as you show respect, offer symbolic tribute, and withdraw Otopan's reinforcements... you can be protected by the alliance and live a peaceful and safe life on this land!"
"As long as you obey the alliance, the status of the nobles will not change, and the Tarascans from the south will not dare to invade again...The alliance's caravans will also bring cotton, cocoa, feathers, gems, gold and silver
Ornaments, and even Maya’s sacred smoke! Your life will be more sacred and richer than before..."
Avitt was persuasive and gentle, describing a bright future. The negotiating noble's eyes flashed, and his heart was obviously moved. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but there was another roar in his ears.
"Treacherous Mexica hyena! Don't deceive the people of the original God with false promises of the future!"
The old priest raised his head and roared, looking like the angry groundhog in Shulot's memory.
"More than a hundred years ago, it was the ferocious Mexica people who drove us out of the fertile and fertile valleys and retreated to the barren north! You cruelly took away the sacred sacrificial plate of the city of Chilotepec, and you also tried to destroy the Oman.
The Tomi people betrayed the eternal faith. You heretics! Now, you won’t even spare our ancestral land... The original god will definitely punish you with divine punishment!”
"It seems that you can't have a good communication with a religiously fanatical priest..."
Shulot lowered his head and thought, and the negotiation was in trouble.
Avitt looked cold and ignored the priest. He just stared at the noble and tried to continue to induce him.
"The solid mountain city of Otopan is the foundation of our Otomi people in the north and the home of all city-states!"
Seeing that Avitt ignored him, the old priest calmed down. He turned his head and warned the god-born nobles of the city-state.
"Chichimecs, Tarascos, Mexicas, Tescans... so many times, we have relied on the mountain city of Otopan to survive the ferocious invasions of aliens! Then,
When the foreigners retreat, we can regain our territory."
"Once the Otopan ancestral land falls, the Mexica people will definitely sacrifice the Otomi people's divine descendants, nobles and warriors in the city. They will move the Mexica people, move their divine descendants nobles, and completely occupy the place!
After a few decades like this, when the Mexica city of Otopan stands in the north, where will we be, the survival of these Otomi nobles and priests? At that time, cruel conquest will inevitably come again, but
But we don’t have the city of Otopan to retreat to!”
The words of the old priest came from the bottom of his heart, and they obviously moved the leading divine nobles. The nobles who were negotiating had a solemn look on their faces, nodded slightly, and saluted the priest.
Seeing this, Avitt's face finally turned cold. He raised his voice and uttered a cold threat.
"Descendants of the city of Guamare! If the tribes of Guamare insist on continuing their mistakes, the army will not show mercy! The entire city-state and all the villages it rules will be reduced to ashes in the fire... Your wealth will be destroyed
Take away, the land will become barren, and the Otomi will fall wailing, until everyone in the city has been sacrificed!"
Hearing this, the old priest looked excited and waved the magic staff in his hand. Shulot's heart tightened, feeling that he would go berserk at any time. The warriors on both sides also pulled out their war clubs and protected their leaders with shields, and a melee was about to break out.
After a while, the old priest calmed down and spoke coldly.
"The original god protects us! The Mexica people, with your strength, cannot capture the city of Guamare!"
"As for the villages outside the city, destroy them if you want! Ordinary civilians are just grass in the wilderness. Even if the fire burns them to ashes, they will grow again when spring comes. As long as we still control the city, one day these
This piece of land will be filled with civilians again."
"And the great city of Otopan is the cocoa tree planted by the original god. The descendants of the gods and the nobles are the cocoa given by the god. Once the cocoa tree is cut down, the Otomi people will be abandoned by the god and then die.
..."
"So, even if you burn all the grass in the field, it is better to keep a sacred cocoa!"
The old woodchuck priest roared one last time, and with Avitt's eyes filled with murderous intent, he led the nobles away.
Hearing this, Shulot fell silent and fell into thinking.
"It seems that in this era, in the eyes of all ruling classes, civilians are irrelevant expendables... The reason for all this should be determined by the balance of power between warriors and civilians... How can I change it?"
After the negotiation ended, Avitt shook his head helplessly and turned to report back to Totec. The cold-hearted commander-in-chief was not surprised and just took out a wooden board full of red circles.
The peace negotiations failed, and all that was left was blood and fire, flowing and burning on the earth.
This chapter has been completed!