Chapter IX Mobilization

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At noon the next day, the sun was warm and dazzling. Wearing a priest's robe, Shulot sat on the mini pyramid beside the palace, looking up at the magnificent Moon Pyramid in front of him.

The decision of the priesthood has spread throughout the city-state and nearby villages, and the decision to send troops cannot be shaken! Today is the day of mobilization speeches, used to stimulate the morale of the warriors and militia.

Shulot looked at the high Pyramid of the Moon, where his grandfather Shulot was dressed in a full set of high priest costumes weighing tens of kilograms, with golden light shining in all directions.

The Pyramid of the Moon has a special meaning to Shulot, it is the place where everything changes.

Staring at the Pyramid of the Moon, the dazzling light made him feel like he was awake from a dream, sinking into some distant memories. It was a memory of the "past", even though it had begun to blur.

In that memory, he was a young man born in the 1990s who loved history and geography. He was full of curiosity about ancient American civilizations and had played the role of the Aztec in Civilization and Continental Storm countless times. When he was 25 years old, he finally had the opportunity to travel to Mexico.

Traveling to Otihuacan, I secretly climbed the Pyramid of the Moon at night.

That night, he sat on the ruins of the temple on the top of the tower. There was no light in the surroundings, and the darkness surrounded him like ink.

The Milky Way is vast and boundless. Coincidentally, the Leonid meteor shower, which occurs once in ten years, is falling. On a whim, the young man makes a wish loudly to the meteors: "I would like to go back to the past, lead the destroyed Indian civilization to rise again, and defeat the invading Europeans."

Colonists, turn America into Indian America!"

Before he finished speaking, his vision went dark and he fell to the ground. In his confusion, his consciousness turned into a beam of white light, followed by infinite dizzy movements and rapid color changes. When he woke up again, he could no longer see the world. He could only vaguely see the world.

I feel that the surrounding situation is still in the ancient city of Teotihuacan, but there is a lot more life everywhere.

He wandered in the hazy world with no purpose or direction. He just came to a remote hut based on his feeling, where there was a huge attraction.

He passed through the wall and felt two lives connected together. One was a weak stray light, and the other was a colorless dot. Based on his feeling, he threw himself into the colorless dots, and the white light flashed for an instant, and

His consciousness was blurred.

The next time he woke up, he was accompanied by a harsh cry, which seemed to be coming from himself? He opened his eyes and saw a low roof and two faces that looked both happy and sad. Black hair, yellow skin, stooped,

A huge shadow was cast under the moonlight, covering his small body.

The sadness finally replaced the joy, and he stopped crying, but he heard another suppressed cry, and a rickety figure suddenly straightened up and hugged him out of the room.

The crying gradually faded away, and the baby's brain could not support his excessive thinking. He felt himself being carried to a pond, and then the water gradually covered him. Just after crossing, he became an abandoned baby?

The young body coughed violently and couldn't breathe. He seemed to hear new cries around him. His consciousness gradually blurred, and his newborn body was no longer conscious. When he woke up again, he turned into a white light without vision.

This time he stopped wandering around. After identifying the scale of the building, he slowly drifted towards the most prosperous and huge center, resisting the occasional attraction from around him. He wandered around the center of the ancient city, and finally found himself in the bustling palace.

Feeling the new attraction in the society, he once again devoted himself to the colorless dots.

When he woke up again, he was accompanied by his own crying and uncontrollable laughter. The baby opened his eyes and saw a young and burly man holding himself up with both hands. He wore a feather crown on his head, an upright body, and a white

wearing a cotton robe, a resolute face, and the same black hair and yellow skin.

The roof is high, carved with colorful figures and scenery. There is a circle of people sitting on their knees, grinning but making no sound. There is also a young woman lying on the bed, but her smile is overflowing with tears.

Soon, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes and a stone crown came in a hurry, spread his legs, looked at his little bit and laughed with joy, and then loudly said something incomprehensible.

One word was repeated several times. The people around also repeated the word, vaguely saying: "Xulot!".

From then on, he had a new name, Shulot.

The middle-aged man in the memory is now standing on a high platform, his face has aged with time. Only the dazzling golden light shines on the crowd below. Nobles, warriors, and civilians came from all directions and gathered under the pyramid to listen to the high priest's message.

Message from God.

"The sun god, the god of war, the people who are protected by Huitzilopochtli. The blood of Huitzilopochtli, the new Tratoani brings the command of the gods, asking you to take up arms and join the king's sacred army.

The coronation war, to capture the sacrifices chosen by the gods, the weak Otomi people in the north."

The majestic voice was relayed by the priests from the top of the Moon Pyramid, getting louder and louder, finally covering the entire square, and also awakened Shulot from his memories.

"Twelve rainy seasons have passed since the last holy war and the great sacrifice. The sun of the fifth era has made an agreement with us. He needs thousands of hearts to maintain the light in the sky, otherwise the sun will go out.

All things will wither. Now it’s time to sacrifice again!

The earth under our feet, Sipactli, has also made an agreement with us. He makes corn grow and nurtures all things, and we repay with blood, otherwise the grain will not be harvested. The earth is longing for blood!

The world is balanced, and the god of war maintains its operation. Each of you knows that as the population of city-states increases, more and more babies are abandoned, and the food in your hands will become less and less! The world has been lost

Balance, the god of war needs life to prevent the destruction of the world.

We have only one choice, to capture the enemy's life and sacrifice it to our guardian. This is a divine battle to save the world!"

Limited productivity, limited food, limited population limit and unlimited population growth. This is the law of historical cycles in Mesoamerica. Xiulote thought that there seemed to be an inevitable reason for endless wars and sacrifices.

The civilians discussed in panic, worried by the priest's terrifying prophecies. Fear was guided and transformed into a determination to take up arms. The nobles and warriors remained silent.

"I swear in the name of the patron saint: In this sacred war, all young warriors who capture one prisoner alive will be promoted to first-level trappers; if they capture two more, they will be promoted to second-level Vastek hunters.

; If you capture three more, you will become a third-level elite fire warrior; if you capture four more, you will be a real fourth-level senior warrior, who is qualified to join the Eagle Warrior Group or the Jaguar Warrior Group and become a first-level military noble who is good at fighting! They will be from the city-state

Receive forever a rich land, even Chinampa in the lake! So do all the priests who take part in the war.”

The warriors became noisy and shouted excitedly without meaning. Some even pulled out their long sticks and made the sound of tapping their shields. Some newly promoted military nobles also became excited when they heard Chinampa.

"Our enemies are the weak Otomi people. Their ancestors were easily driven out of the Valley of Mexico given to us by God. Killing them is as easy as pulling up weeds. Today, these hyenas are still harassing our valley. Look,

They are drooling over our farmland. Only by completely sacrificing them to the gods can we protect our most precious land.

The city-state of the Otomi people is rich, with countless corn tortillas, black bean paste, cocoa nuts, cotton cloth, as well as all kinds of beautiful flowers, feathers, herbs, silver jewelry, gold jewelry, obsidian, and gemstones.

There are no warriors in their city-state, only sacrifices, slaves, and your future wives!"

The hereditary nobles finally became moved, and the great nobles whispered among themselves, discussing the missing luxuries. Desire finally burned in everyone's eyes.

"Warriors, for the agreement of the gods, for the glory of the warriors, for our land, and for the wealth that belongs to you, join the sacred war. The priests will work with you, and in the name of the gods, this battle will be won.

!”

At this moment, except for Shulot, everyone in the audience finally fell into meaningless shouts and howls, and finally, under some guidance, turned into two earth-shattering words: "War, war!"

The uniform shouts echoed through the sky, representing the will of a certain nation. This scene was deeply engraved in the eyes of a young man and was unforgettable.


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