Time is always elusive, and its speed changes with people's feelings. In the silent tent, it seemed like a moment had passed, or a century.
Kuruca lay on the ground, like a weed swaying in the wind, trembling feebly. Facing the scorching sun in the sky, what could the weeds on the ground say? He was just losing it under the scorching heat.
Moisture and vitality.
There was silence for a moment. Then, a soul-stirring sound sounded again from the stone seat in the center of the tent.
Kuruca then spoke with difficulty, trying to keep a calm answer:
"Your Majesty, your great brother, I am an excellent warrior and an excellent commander. I am familiar with the geographical environment and good at judging the situation. I can lead your legion into battle. I have keen observation skills and can seize the opportunity.
If the opportunity is favorable, I can serve as your staff. I am also good at mathematics and understand civil engineering, so I can manage the craftsmen for you.
I am a civilian warrior. I understand the thoughts of ordinary warriors, care about their lives, and get along well with the militiamen. The soldiers in the camp all recognize me and support me. Therefore, I became the temporary commander..."
Shulot listened to Kuruca's self-recommendation with great interest, and also quietly observed his friends on the stone seat.
Avitt's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and the corners of his mouth tightened slightly. Being familiar with his friend, he immediately determined that because of a certain sentence from Kuruca, Avitt was completely murderous.
Kuruca didn't dare to look up. He was unaware and continued the life-and-death interview:
"I was born into a family of ordinary warriors. My grandfather followed the great Montezuma I and became a military noble due to his military exploits. My father followed the Asia Cartel and died of illness while fighting in the rainforest in the south. Military nobles could not
Inherited, my father and I are just ordinary civilian warriors.
It was very difficult for a civilian warrior. It was not until I was in my thirties that I was lucky enough to become a military noble. I don’t want my descendants to continue to repeat this difficult struggle. As long as you promise me the inheritance of a second-level hereditary noble, I will pay tribute to the Sun God Huitzilo
Bochitli swears: I will always be loyal to you in this life and will never betray you!..."
Shulot nodded slightly. Military nobility is the dividing line between civilians and nobles. As a civilian, Kuruca was promoted to military nobility in his early thirties, which is actually enough to prove his excellent ability and flexibility in dealing with things. First-level military nobility
It's like being a knight, with some land and privileges.
The second-level hereditary nobles are between viscounts and barons. The so-called hereditary refers to the privileges passed down to future generations. Once you become a hereditary noble, you will enter the great aristocratic class that is separated from the country. You can imagine how difficult this threshold is.
And know.
Hearing Kuruca's self-price, Avitt said nothing.
The majestic king just turned his face slightly, no longer looking at Kuruca, and then gently swept out the back of his hand.
The guards immediately understood. Two tall Jaguar warriors stepped forward again, one of them grabbed one of Kuruca's arms, like grabbing a monkey before execution, and dragged him directly outside the big tent.
Kuruca struggled fiercely, but was unable to escape the grasp of the Jaguar warrior at all. His desire to survive made him speak as fast as he could, and he used all his strength to shout out his truest voice:
"Tisoke is just an old jaguar! The siege failed, and he has deserted everyone! His weakness is clearly visible, and he can no longer frighten the beasts and drive coyotes like me. The camp has been lost, and all that is waiting for him is
Death remains!"
Avitt turned his face again, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He looked at Kuruca's expression carefully. The guards immediately stopped and left Kuruca at the doorway between life and death.
Kuruca took a deep breath. He risked everything and shouted loudly to the king on the stone throne again:
"You are a young jaguar, the new king of the Mexican jungle, full of wisdom and strength! I am willing to be your war dog, driven by you, chasing grass mice and hares, hunting running wild deer, until I die in your presence
Before I grow old!"
Avitt's eyes were slightly scrutinized. With the familiar tacit understanding, the young man felt that his friend's murderous intention was weakening.
"If you are willing to become a condor, fly to the vast sky, cross the jungles and mountains of Mexico, and dominate the tribes of Mexico! Then I will be your most loyal helper and your wolf pack, serving you
Kill the jaguar and the bear bear, and let the glory of the patron saint spread throughout the plateau! Throughout his life, as long as the condor does not fall to the ground, the coyote will be no threat!"
Kuruca's face turned red. Between life and death, his heart was beating violently. There was deep fear on his face, but also an inexplicable excitement, and he even waved his arms unconsciously.
Shulot observed the movements and expressions of the simple warrior. Well, the stimulation was too strong, adrenaline was secreted rapidly, and he would definitely lose strength after a while.
"How can there be absolute loyalty in this world? My loyalty only depends on you! The great Great Tratoani, the future great king!"
Kuruca tried his best to shout out the last words. Then his strength was completely drained, like a dehydrated fish hanging on the arm of the Jaguar warrior.
The young man smiled silently. Not bad. Even if he was excited, Kuruca did not completely lose his mind. He had a strong desire to survive.
Avitt pondered for a moment, then smiled softly: "Condor, coyote? You are quite eloquent."
Then, he made a gesture to bring him over. The guards took Kuruca back to the place again. As soon as they let go of their hands, Kuruka slipped away. He fell to the ground like a broken withered grass.
, only half of his face was exposed to the sharp gaze.
Shulot thought quickly. He could always feel Avitt's murderous intention towards Kuruka. Where did this continuous murderous intention come from? He remembered that when the murderous intention was at its peak, it was Kruka who said that he
Was elected commander by the camp.
The young man suddenly understood: Avitt has always liked to give both kindness and power. This time, he captured the camp peacefully and made generous promises to the warriors. The kindness was already there, but the majesty was not enough. In order to quickly establish prestige, Kuruka was chosen.
, used to kill chickens for monkeys to see.
Because Kuruca was supported by some soldiers and had served as a camp commander, staying in the camp was always a hidden danger. The fateful battle was imminent, and his friends were not prepared to leave any potential instability factors behind, even if there was only a slight possibility.
I would rather kill him.
"If you kill one person and the three armies are shaken, kill him; if you reward one person and make ten thousand people happy, reward him." An old Chinese saying came to the mind of the young man.
Talents are rare. If you wait any longer, Kuruka will still die. Shulot thought for a while and decided to save people.
"Avit." A joyful smile appeared on the young man's face, "Although this Kuruca is only a commoner, after all, talents are rare. Since he understands mathematics and is good at civil engineering, let him join my team of craftsmen. I
He will be taken with him at all times and under Bertard's strict supervision."
"Now we have 30,000 warriors and nearly 30,000 militiamen, and the next step is a decisive blow!" At this point, the joy finally came from the heart, and the young man's face was filled with joy.
Avitt looked at the young man on the stone seat, and his cold eyes finally softened. The king's coldness was temporarily replaced by the gentleness of his friend. He smiled slightly and nodded to Xiuluo.
After a moment of pondering, a cold and majestic voice sounded again: "Kuluka, do you still want to become a second-level hereditary noble?"
Kuruka on the ground had just barely recovered from the loss of strength. He knelt down hard. When he heard the question, he first nodded subconsciously, and then shook his head desperately.
A chuckle sounded from the stone seat, followed by an unquestionable order: "Kuluka, from now on, you must be loyal to Priest Shulot. The Eagle will never allow the betrayal of a native dog, even if it has such an idea.
, also means death! Do your duty well, and before you die, I will allow you to inherit the hereditary nobility!"
Kuruca bowed to the ground respectfully again: "Obey your will, great Tratoani!" He buried his head deeply on the ground and let out an inaudible sigh. His life was finally saved.
Immediately, Avitt waved his hand again. The personal guards stepped forward and took Kuruka down. When passing by Shulot, Kuruka tried his best to give a sincere smile: "Salute to you, my merciful priest."
The young man nodded gently and smiled gently.
Avit looked around majestically at the generals and gave the order for the decisive battle: "Go back to camp tonight to prepare and set off tomorrow. Thirty thousand warriors will go out to the mountain camps in the west to wait for our last prey! Roar!"
All the generals in the tent responded in unison, and their war roars were like the roar of wolves. The confidence in victory in the decisive battle and the desire for future glory turned into a raging fighting spirit, burning in the eyes of everyone and roaring in the chests of the warriors.
At this moment, being infected by the warm atmosphere, Shulot couldn't help but let out a loud roar, his heart full of excitement!
Then, the king's cruelty came again.
"Ketoko disobeyed my order and did not call for the camp gate to be opened. He must be punished. Tomorrow morning, when all the troops gather, he will be sacrificed to the flag and passed on to the three armies!"
Shulot lowered his head slightly. The decisive battle was imminent. If he wanted to use both kindness and power, he could only borrow his head. Since he had saved the simple warrior Kuruka, he should use the great nobleman Ketoko to do it.
"All generals listen to the order: This battle will be won or not defeated. This is God's will and cannot be violated!"
Avitt stood up and raised his staff high again, like the incarnation of a god.
Everyone in the tent suddenly became silent. The generals bowed down together and once again made a grand promise. They were welcoming the new blazing sun to replace the afterglow of the past!
This chapter has been completed!