The sun goes to the west, leaving behind a deep and secretive night. Under the darkness that covers half of the world, there are thousands of bonfires that are the brightest on the entire American continent, and the capital city in the lake that never sleeps tonight.
The grand enthronement ceremony had just ended. In the palace area of the capital, the nobles lit incense, gathered for banquets, sang, danced and recited poems. The common people in the community lit torches and gathered to pray and give blessings. And in the starry Texcoco
On the shore of the lake, on the swaying canoe, are young men and women having a tryst. They embrace each other, whisper, and look at the bright Milky Way in the medieval night sky.
Starlight lit up the road. Dozens of the chief minister's envoys walked through the hidden paths with solemn faces. Soon after, like a beast waking up from the jungle, the entire capital gradually became quiet, and the lights were extinguished one after another. The autumn wind was full of people.
Chilling, bringing fear of the unknown.
Groups of warriors poured out from the empire's arsenal. They were armed and strong, blocking key roads, bridges and ports, controlling boats on the shore, and prohibiting pedestrians from leaving the city. The young men and women were frightened and were driven to the nearest
House. The warriors, with some doubts, were on guard against the "rebellion of Prince Texcoco".
At the Prince's Mansion on the edge of the palace area, Billil was woken up from his deep sleep. He opened his eyes in confusion and saw the anxious face of the middle-aged warrior. After paying homage to his uncle Troll, he felt depressed and drank some alcohol.
Wine. While remembering the glory of the past, I fell asleep in the night wind.
In his sleep, it was his father who attracted everyone's attention, and then he turned into his own self, who stood on the majestic temple and looked around the capital city at his feet. What does such a dream portend?
"King, something bad has happened! We are surrounded by a large army! The enemies outside have broken through the door and there are only a hundred warriors in the palace. They cannot hold it! Get up quickly, let's break out!"
The middle-aged warrior shouted anxiously, accompanied by the crisp sound of swords clashing, and a low wail before death.
Billil suddenly woke up. He jumped out of bed, staggered slightly, took off his gorgeous royal clothes, and put on simple cotton armor.
"Who are the enemies? How many are there?" Billil asked calmly as he took the shield and war club handed over by the warrior.
"The enemy's equipment is very sophisticated, including copper axes and leather armor. They are extremely skilled in martial arts and are absolutely elite. They are either royal guards or temple guards! There are many of them, I don't know the details, but they are much more than us."
The middle-aged warrior's face was solemn. He was ready to die.
Billil rushed out of the gorgeous main house in one stride, followed closely by the middle-aged warrior. He climbed onto the rooftop to enjoy the shade and looked around. Enemies with leather armor and copper axes climbed over the stone wall, broke open the wooden door, and surrounded them from all directions.
Come. Wherever you look, the guards of the palace are retreating steadily.
The opposing warriors had expressionless faces. They were like puppets wielding copper axes, vigorously slashing through the chests of the guards, mercilessly cutting the throats of the wounded, completely blocking all passages.
Billil felt sad in his heart. He remembered the middle-aged warrior's suggestion to return eastward overnight in the evening, and the chief priest's suggestion of marriage. He roared angrily at the night sky: "Kechar, how dare you lie to me!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh". Dozens of sharp arrows came after hearing the sound, and the archers equipped with Tlaxcala bows had been waiting for a long time.
A figure suddenly blocked the front. Billil staggered and sat down on the ground. His arm and thigh were each hit by an arrow, and blood was flowing. But he had no time to care about his wounds, and just held up the fallen middle-aged warrior.
Real tears came pouring out.
The middle-aged warrior was hit by more than a dozen arrows, most of which only penetrated the leather armor shallowly, leaving bloody wounds. Only the fatal arrow broke through the leather armor and went straight into the chest two inches, cutting the heart and arteries, causing a sharp
of internal bleeding.
"Texcoco..." The middle-aged warrior opened his lips and only had time to say half a weak sentence before he opened his eyes with regret and looked at Billil motionless.
In the distance, a young warrior holding a long bow nodded slightly. This kind of bow is really good. It can kill a leather-armored warrior within a hundred steps.
On the rooftop, Billil was crying and angry, hiding from the rain of arrows that continued to hit. Within a quarter of an hour, all the resisters were dead. Dozens of bronze ax warriors climbed onto the rooftop, hanging down their bloody bronze axes.
Ax, surrounded him.
"I am the prince of Texcoco, the son of the founder of the Three Cities Alliance! How dare you harm me for no reason?" Billil shouted at the surrounding warriors. His handsome face was already full of distortion.
"Prince Texcoco, surrender. You poisoned the chief priest and intended to rebel. Your crime is unforgivable. Only by offering sacrifices to the great gods can you wash away your boundless guilt!" the messenger solemnly pronounced.
Hearing this, Billil raised his head in disbelief and looked at the majestic messenger.
"Poisoning the Chief Priest?..."
After being shocked for more than ten seconds, Billil finally understood something. He shouted desperately in the direction of the Great Temple: "The old thief is vicious! He actually..."
The messenger waved vigorously, and the warriors swarmed forward. They knocked down Prince Texcoco with the blunt blade of a copper axe, tied his hands with sisal rope, stuffed linen cloth into his mouth, and dragged him to the great temple and palace.
There were only corpses left on the ground inside, as well as Trol's gravely head on the altar of the main hall.
The arrests of Texcoco's family were carried out simultaneously in various parts of the capital. The royal family warriors broke into a gathering of nobles who were having a banquet. They mercilessly captured Texcoco's military nobles regardless of rank, and hereditary
Nobles, even glorious nobles. These nobles came to attend the new king's enthronement ceremony, and the banquet was in full swing. At this time, something happened suddenly, and they were all taken away in one fell swoop.
Later, the priests of the Great Temple came with Uger's order and announced "the crime of Prince Texcoco". The priests appeased the nobles of the Royal Capital and Tlacopan and invited them to the priest's palace in the temple area.
, worship the chief priest Kechar and bid farewell to the noble soul.
The two thousand noble fighting groups in the temple area have long been under centralized control. Hundreds of warriors from Texcoco were first removed and temporarily detained. The messenger announced the "order to attack the Texcoco rebels."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The military nobles looked uneasy and could not make any noise. Then more royal officers arrived, and then suppressed the noise of the noble war group. Another time passed.
In two hours, five thousand warriors from the capital came upon orders to suppress the noble battle group, and then the seven thousand army set off one after another. They boarded the already mobilized naval force at the port and sailed overnight under the moonlight. The fleet headed for Texco
On the east bank of Lake Ke, we headed to the city of Texcoco, dozens of miles away.
Avit returned to Montezuma Palace under the guidance of the messenger. He first asked the guards to bring gifts to his daughter. Then, under the dim bonfire in the main hall, he and Gillim were speechless.
After a long while, Gillim bowed respectfully and made a solemn report.
"According to the latest intelligence, the chief priest Kechar is dead. Prince Texcoco intends to rebel. The elders mobilized troops to suppress it."
Avitt nodded slightly, and then shook his head. It was impossible for Prince Texcoco to rebel at this time.
"This thing is so strange, what exactly happened?"
Gillim pondered slightly, lowered his voice and spoke.
"The situation is under the control of the elders. The Texcoco family is unprepared. This must be the elders' plan."
Avitt was slightly surprised.
"You mean... the death of Kechar?"
Gilliam nodded cautiously.
"Why are you doing this, elder?!"
"That depends on what His Highness Shulot said to the elder."
Gilliam responded with a respectful salute, which was profound.
At the same time, in the dark snake house, Shulot was awakened by the sudden noise. He was a little confused, and carefully opened the little green snake's tail wrapped around his neck. Then, he put his ear against the wall and listened carefully.
There were vaguely loud shouts and calls. After about two quarters of an hour, the noise gradually subsided. In the dark night, there was a deathly silence.
Shulot frowned. He was a little worried about Avitt and Alyssa, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. Then he walked to the stone door and shouted questions to the guards outside. The guards remained silent and did not make any response.
Shulot leaned against the wall again, staring at the darkness in front of him. He didn't know his fate, and was worried about the people he loved. The silence and darkness made people irritated, and gradually made people fall asleep. The little green snake changed its posture,
It was wrapped around his waist and abdomen, like a silk quilt, it was smooth, soft and comfortable. The young man supported his head with his hands and fell asleep in deep thought.
This sleep was the next morning. At this time, there were two meals a day. Breakfast was around nine o'clock. The stone door was opened with a bang. Breakfast was tortillas and black bean puree. The guard also did not have any communication with Xiulote and stayed behind.
He left immediately after eating. The young man chewed the still warm noodles and his thoughts wandered into the distance.
At this time, dozens of miles away in the east, in the name of celebration, the city gate of Texcoco opened with a bang.
A large number of internal troops had been preparing for a long time to lead the alliance's army into the city. Seven thousand royal capital warriors entered from the west gate, and four thousand holy city warriors rushed from the north gate. The more than a thousand garrison warriors in Texcoco were defenseless and disarmed.
Surrendered. Immediately, the city gates and streets were controlled. The royal capital warriors were responsible for the suppression, and the holy city warriors broke in directly and captured the royal family, nobles and priests of Texcoco.
The royal family and nobles who have been passed down for hundreds of years trembled, obeyed, cried, were angry, resisted, and fought, but they could not change the fate set by the elders. Those who resisted were reduced to ashes, and those who surrendered were captured and held captive.
.The incident happened suddenly and there was a huge disparity in strength. Crying and roaring were meaningless.
After breakfast, Shulot cheered up. He first recalled religious teachings for three hours, then thought about economic surveys for two hours, and finally thought about military reforms for two hours. At four o'clock in the afternoon, he
It was time for dinner again. The dinner was surprisingly rich, including turkey legs, stewed rabbit, corn pie, and mushroom tomato soup.
Hulot thought of the customs of his hometown and touched his head in fear. By the way, the Mexicans also have similar habits. He was dazed and frightened for a moment, and then the warrior's will prevailed. He
Then he sat down and ate happily.
"Eighteen years later, I am a good man again! Well, I will be fourteen soon." The young man thought wildly, forced himself to be heroic, suppressed his inner uneasiness, drank the mushroom soup in one gulp, and then tore up a rabbit.
The little green snake smelled the cooked meat in disgust and swayed away from the boy. It wanted to dive into the waterway to catch delicious little animals.
At the same time, on the east bank of Lake Texcoco, thousands of frightened children of the royal family and nobles were escorted by heavily armed warriors and boarded canoes. With empty stomachs and bare hands, they rustled.
Trembling, they headed for the capital in the lake. They already knew about "Prince Texcoco's Rebellion", but they didn't know what their fate would be next.
It was another silent night. This night, Shulot slept very uneasily. He thought of his father, his friends, his subordinates and his lover, his strict self-training, his sleepless and food-forgetting technical research, and his grand future plans.
The dark night makes people vulnerable, and the young man couldn't help but feel sad: "He died before he left the army, and the hero was full of tears. The ancients never deceived me!" Unintentionally, he had entered the state of mind of Zhuge's military advisor.
At this time, the little green snake finally emerged from the ground. It twisted on Shulot's clothes to remove the water stains, then unceremoniously wrapped around the young man's neck, and once again made a comfortable "?"
No. Shulot felt inexplicably more at ease and fell into a deep sleep again.
The night was so long and difficult that many people could not sleep.
When the stone door opened again, Shulot sat up alertly, and the little green snake disappeared again. The candlelight poured in from outside the door, illuminating the calm face of the elder and the guard captain holding the clay pot.
The elder did not speak. He looked at the young man's expression, and his invisible smile flashed away. Then he made a gesture and turned around.
Shulot followed him tragically, walked through the long ramp, passed through the corridor of the gods, and came to the window of the palace again.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Under the sudden light, Shulot tried hard to adapt and looked ahead carefully. The scene in front of him was so familiar, the gathering of nobles and warriors, offering sacrifices
The priests and elders were there. There was solemnity between heaven and earth, but there were no songs of joy.
A handsome young man smiled crazily and was the first to ascend the towering Temple of War. The priest's chanting sounded again.
"The sinful Prince Bilil of Texcoco, goes to the kingdom of the god of war! He will sacrifice with a sacred sacrifice to wash away the guilt of offending the gods and the king!"
This was an extremely familiar voice, but one that he had not heard for a long time. Shulot looked around in surprise, and then discovered that the priest wearing the highest priest's robes and holding an obsidian dagger high was actually his grandfather! He looked around again, but found that the priest was his grandfather.
Kechar was nowhere to be found.
Shulot looked at the elder in shock, and the elder nodded calmly.
"My son, Prince Texcoco poisoned Ketzal, and your grandfather is now the new High Priest."
In front of the Temple of War, Billil stood at the top of the majestic temple and looked around at the capital city at his feet. It turned out that this was the sign of the dream... He laughed miserably for a moment, and was pressed on the sacrifice stone by the priests and elders. Then he
The body separated and rolled down the stone steps.
Behind Billil were all the princes of Texcoco, which had been inherited for hundreds of years, and there were more than 500 people in total. Then there were more than 400 noble children, and finally dozens of small noble family heads. They were drugged with anesthesia.
The hands and feet were sore and limp, and the bodies were smeared with sacrificial blue. One by one, they were sent to the Temple of War. The souls returned to the Kingdom of God, and the bodies rolled away into dust.
This time, there is no need to ask for names. Because their names have long been part of the history of the alliance. They once bloomed at the top, but now they withered overnight.
There were no cheers for today's sacrifice. The nobles under the great temple looked solemn and their hearts were trembling. This was completely different from the nobles who sacrificed their enemies. These people on the stage were celebrating and drinking with themselves the day before yesterday, and they stood above everyone else.
Come on, send it to the altar today, how can you not make people afraid!
Those glorious names are even longer than the history of the alliance. They are real dignitaries that every Mexica noble must memorize. And now, right in front of everyone, there is a prince, two glorious nobles, and nearly ten people.
Hereditary nobles will be extinct forever, their inheritance will be cut off, and they will disappear before the eyes of the gods!
This is a large-scale purge that has never been seen in the history of the alliance. Although Prince Texcoco was furious and poisoned the chief priest, which is an unpardonable crime. But there is no need to be implicated in this!
If the capital had not been sealed off and the nobles were closely supervised by the royal warriors, I am afraid that the nobles of all sizes would have fled one after another and returned to their fiefdoms to mobilize warriors to protect themselves.
Among them, Prince Tlacopan was especially worried. He fled in plain clothes twice, but was intercepted by the elders' guards both times. Then he bribed Ugor with a large amount of money, and then he got the advice to go see the elders. In the indifference of the elders,
Under his gaze, the prince voluntarily handed over the management rights of six thousand Tlacopan warriors, as well as Chinampa, who supported some of the warriors.
The elder then nodded gently and offered words of comfort. He rewarded the prince with a scepter that symbolized his identity, a royal talisman that expressed trust, and betrothed him to the grand-niece of the chief priest. Only then did Prince Tlacopan feel at ease.
Deep in the prison where no one could see, dozens of high-ranking priests of Texcoco were secretly executed. Most of them had the blood of princes and nobles, and they controlled the divine power to hinder reform. In the largest prison, a group of senior priests were imprisoned.
There are more than a thousand children of Texcoco's minor nobles and noble war groups. These elite noble warriors are not included in the purge, and the elders keep them for other purposes.
The elder calmly looked at the red-stained temple. His eyes reflected blood, and there was no wave in the ancient well. His eyes were slightly deflected. Everywhere he looked, nobles of all sizes bowed their heads in solemn silence. But the heartfelt reverence and respect were no longer there.
obedience.
The elder sighed in his heart. In the past few days, big nobles have been asking to see him, asking him to pardon Prince Texcoco and not to implicate him too much. Although under the power of the elder, the nobles of all sizes bowed to him again, but their hearts have been exhausted.
In the entire Texcoco Lake District, there were only two princes, twenty honorary nobles, and more than a hundred hereditary nobles. This purge completely eradicated the Texcoco line and exterminated some of the most religiously conservative nobles and nobles.
The priests recovered a large amount of land and property. At the same time, they intimidated the nobles and cleared the way for the religious reform.
But his prestige has been exhausted. The nobles have been suppressed on the edge of rebellion, and their interests cannot be deprived of them for at least a few years. In fact, the alliance must prepare for the next war as soon as possible and use the victory of the war to improve the prestige of the center.
, feeding the loyalty of the nobles with the flesh and blood of the enemy.
At this time, Shulot finally calmed down. He looked at the elder with a serious expression, not knowing how to speak.
The elder's face was calm. He said slowly.
"My child, the first nest of rats has been eliminated. You have to help Shuter compile religious classics and clarify the code. You have to organize the text and teach the priest apprentices. You have to make preparations to make more longbows. After the harvest next year
, the alliance will send troops again."
Shulot lowered his head. The autumn wind blew his long hair, bringing with it a faint trace of blood.
Sacrifice the blood of the Prince of Texcoco and take back the military management rights of Tlacopan. From now on, the 50,000 warriors in the capital will have only one owner. It will no longer be like in history, when the Spanish arrived, the prince rebelled and a civil war broke out in the alliance.
.The blood of a thousand nobles was used to pave the stone steps for the next level.
The development of the times requires the fuel of life, as well as a driver to steer the direction and move towards a stronger future. This purge is to deprive the interests of the ruling class, eliminate potential dangers, centralize power and land, and prepare for religious reform. If there is no absolute
It is absolutely impossible to achieve such prestige. If the elder chooses this way, he is giving up his posthumous reputation.
After thinking about this, Shulot faced the elder, saluted sincerely, and accepted the order in a solemn voice!
