Chapter One Thousand Four Hundred and Fifty-Five 'Who is the knife?', 'What do you think?'
The news of the New World and the new sea route was like a storm on the sea, sweeping Portugal and Castile. The wealth and news of the "East" brought wave after wave of prosperity to the entire Iberian Peninsula and even the world of God.
People's hearts are surging. The dawn of a new world has undoubtedly appeared!
And when the Iberian storm blew, the same undercurrent flowed in the hearts of the nobles in the Mexican plateau 20,000 miles away. The southern expedition camps were stacked one on top of another, and the siege of Yunshan City had lasted for two years.
The heyday of the rainy season had just stopped, and all the food in the siege camp had been consumed.
From the three southern states of Mexica, to the Tlaxcala Valley that had been conquered for several years, and then to the Shenshi City Valley where farming was forced, tens of thousands of civilians were recruited. They were stooped and carried one or two hundred kilograms on their backs.
Under the supervision and supervision of the royal warriors, they carried the heavy burden of transporting food to the front line section by section at the cost of their lives.
Three armies attacked the Mixtec Cloud. One hundred thousand legions were scattered like vanilla beans in three long lines hundreds of miles away. The newly conquered Mixtec land was vast and desolate, and the captured food had long been consumed. As for the local area
The farmland of the Mixtec tribe has also been abandoned for two years!
The scorching war is almost devastating to agricultural production. Without enough food output, it means famine and death, all over the clouds within a radius of 600 miles...
For the Alliance's southern expeditionary army, except for the forcibly farmed Shenshi City Valley, which is self-sufficient and can provide food for the 30,000 legions, the food supply for the remaining 70,000 people must rely on long-distance transportation by logistics.
Among them, the Kingdom in the Lake was responsible for the food consumption of 20,000 people of the Western Route Army through sea transportation. The logistics supply of the remaining 50,000 Alliance Army had to be shipped from the Tesco Lake area 700 miles away, and from the Tesco Lake area 600 miles away.
The three southern states of the alliance were continuously recruited and transported from the Tlaxcala Basin more than 500 miles away!
"Lord God! The food consumption in the expedition cloud is really amazing! Six kilograms of every ten kilograms of grain transported from the three southern countries were consumed on the long mountain road! Even so, ten civilians transporting grain
, once transporting grain back and forth, two people would have died on the way..."
"This heavy loss and burden of food and manpower has almost overwhelmed the three southern states and the land of Tecascara, making it breathless! ... Fortunately, His Highness Xiulote invented that wheelbarrow, which can barely make it in the world.
Traveling through the mountains has reduced the burden on some people... and reduced their losses by 30 to 40%..."
"Hey! When will this damn southern expedition end? The Mixtecs only have Shanhe City and Yunshan City left, the two cores in the middle and the east... It should be over soon, right?... Hmm!
Who is it?!"
The young mountain chief Izel shook his head and sighed, and opened his big tent. As soon as he got in, he was startled! He saw a figure with his head lowered and holding his breath, sitting on his straw bed, still covered in gray-green clothes.
cloak.
"Damn it! There is an assassin! Someone is coming..."
"It's me, old friend!"
"Huh? Xintel, why is it you?! Why did you sneak over here instead of staying at the front line of the Huastecs? ...By the way, how did you bypass the guards and enter my tent?"
"I'm bringing people here to collect army rations. I stopped by to see you and have a chat... As for coming in, how many personal guards do you have? Aren't they all transferred away by the God King and sent to the front line?...Tsk tsk! I haven't seen you for a long time.
, you are in charge of the logistics of the siege camp, you are quite energetic!... Unlike me, who has been on the front line, fighting with the Zapotec bats... This southern expedition is really difficult! There are sharp arrows from the enemy outside.
, inside is the ax of the God King..."
"Old friend" Reed Clan leader Xintel had a gloomy look on his face. He lifted his cloak and revealed a face with scars. Izel's eyes widened and he asked in surprise.
"Xintel, are you injured? As the legion commander, you led the charge?..."
"Legion commander? Haha! With the God King stepping in to command, how many battalions can I still control? As for the wounds, those elusive Zapotec bat warriors are all good at guerrillas and sneak attacks, and they will run into a group at every turn.
It’s not up to you to choose…”
Xintel sneered, with undisguised resentment on his face. But he soon calmed down, stared into Izel's eyes, and said in a deep voice.
"Izel, when you received the grain this time, you met the grain transport teams from the two southern states, and you also have two acquaintances, right?!... How was your chat?..."
"!... Xintel, how do you know? Could it be that you have joined the secret guard of the God King?"
"Haha! With the status of the leader of a city-state like us, can we still join the secret guard of the God King? I'm afraid it's us who are being watched by the secret guard all day long!..."
"...Lord God! Then why don't you come over and meet me?... Xintel, you can't think of it yourself, don't hurt me!..."
"Ha! Izel! Do you think that your mountain family gave up half of Trocan State... and the God King will let you go? You can't be so naive, right? The God King wants it all! Yes.
Direct control of the entire western city-state!…”
"..."
"Izel, you don't have to look around, or hold your dagger nervously... Don't worry! I'm not testing you, and there are no secret guards watching us! Since I can come to you, I won't be exposed to the secret guards... more
What's more, since Gillim, who was meticulous and flawless and ruthless in murdering nobles, resigned as the God King's chief intelligence officer and took charge of the alliance's political affairs... the level of the God King's secret guards now is not what it was back then!..."
"...?"
"Why, you don't believe it? How do you think I know so much news?... That's because someone in the secret guard is sending me a message... Including this time, you met the two southern states, Gaoshan City and
All my acquaintances in Salt Lake City...are also being pulled in secretly by someone!..."
"...!"
Hearing this, Izel was shocked. He looked at Xintel in disbelief for a while, then looked around a few times, and then he came closer and whispered.
"Among the secret guards of the God King, is there an agent from us? Is it true or false?..."
"They are their internal agents, not ours! They are not on the same side as us! They just want to use us as knives."
"who are they?…"
"Tell me, where do the secret guards recruit people from? People who can be trusted by the God King?"
"How do I know this?...Hmm...Can the God King trust me? The capital in the lake? The royal warrior?..."
"That's right! Then tell me, besides the God King, who else has a deep foundation in the capital city in the lake and can reach out to the royal family's warriors?..."
"Ah! You mean? Montezuma II and Prince Yuyan? The royal family of the late Assar?..."
"...They do have this ability. I have just met their envoys. But they are not the ones who sent the message! They have been watched closely by the God King, and they must be careful. They cannot reach in the hands of the secret guards... You can't reach in...
Think about it, who else? Who can manipulate the city in the lake, hide it from the God King, and even reach out to the secret guard?..."
"Who has such great ability? It can't be...ah! Is it really them? How is it possible? Don't they respect the God King and are inseparable from the God King?..."
Izel thought for a moment and suddenly realized it. His face showed shock, he looked left and right again, and his voice became lower.
"All of them?"
"Definitely not all."
"Which ones are those?"
"...Do you think they will be exposed or tell me directly? This kind of sneaky and secret planning is what they are best at! Even if they grab one or two vines, they will be broken directly and cannot be touched.
Go higher up..."
"Then what do they want from you?"
"You're not looking for me, you're looking for us!"
Xintel squinted his eyes and held Izel's hand. The scars on his face were shaking ferociously. He emphasized "we" again, and then answered in a deep voice.
"I've already said it! If you come to us, you will naturally use it as a knife!..."
"Who is the knife?..."
"What do you think?..."
"..."
There was a long silence in the tent. And a hidden murderous intention was brewing in the silence, lurking under the starlight and moonlight.
At this moment, under the evil guidance of the Mother Goddess of the Moon, the four hundred stars in the south shed the light of conspiracy, connecting the desire for overthrow. And their target, like the light of the stars and the moon, shines on the supreme Snake Mountain of the Lord God
