Chapter 1,533 The coyote accompanied the prophet, and the dead buried in the earth!
June, Central America, 18 degrees north latitude. Misterke is in the clouds, mountains, rivers, and valleys.
The mountains, rivers and valleys of Misterk are more than 100 miles north and south, and dozens of miles east and west. This is one of the ancient origins, and they are the tribes of the Misterk Valley and even the entire Mith.
The most prosperous place in the Turk Cloud!
The wide Rio Mixteco River runs from north to south, crossing the entire valley, providing the most valuable irrigation water source and nourishing hundreds of thousands of acres of farmland here. The narrow Rio Salado River
In the mountains outside the valley, natural salt lakes gather and become a precious "salt" production area. With water and salt, it is a natural good place, with fields and cities!
The sacred hill "Yucu?udahui" is located in the mountains on the east side of the valley. Below the hill is the ruins of ancient city-states buried by soil. It was more than a thousand years ago.
When the Stroke tribes first emerged, they once built the "Ancient Hill City". Now, on the hills, there are only the solemn "Altar of the Gods" and the military-friendly fortress lookout.
"Wow! Wow!..."
The flag of the Mexican Alliance is flying far away on the "Sacred Hill". The God King's tent is located here, overlooking the entire mountain and river valley. The mountain and river city more than ten miles away still hangs the last rice.
The Stroke flag. But the flag was tilted and had already been shaking. The continuous Mexican army camps were covered with hills, killing the valley entrance to Yunshan City in the east. If you look from Shanhe City, this eastern hill is
The barracks and flags on the top were like obsidian daggers that were sacrificed, pressing against the last throat of the Misterks!
"Blessed by the Lord God! Where is the battlefield on the eve?"
"The respected Prophet Shenqi, the battlefield is more than 20 miles southwest. The leader of Misterke's "rebels" and the chief Yunchen of Misterke's god descendants led thousands of elite warriors to run out of the city overnight and fight to the death.
Break through the valley entrance to the south... The Western Army Camp was in chaos for a while, and thousands of militia recruited were defeated..."
"But Prince Montezuma Sokoyotesin, with a number of glorious nobles from the royal family and the city-state, led his personal soldiers and warriors to fight to the death, and did not allow the leader Yunchen to break through... After a night and day battle, thousands of people broke through
The Misterk warrior was almost wiped out. Chief Yun Chen was missing, but he must have died in battle... When I came, the warriors were searching for Yun Chen's body and offering it to the Supreme God King..."
"The Lord God blesses and gives the Western Route Army such an important victory! This time, the God King has already issued a generous decree to capture the warriors of Chief Yunchen alive, whether it is the East, Middle or West Route Army, whether it is the East, Middle or West Route Army, whether it is the East, Middle or West Route Army, whether it is the
What kind of civilians are directly promoted to the fourth level of warriors and two levels of nobles, and canonized the hereditary nobles! ... If you kill the head, you will be promoted to the first level of nobles and grant a thousand acres of fiefs... Allowing you to enter the Imperial Guard and serve as the God King
The captain of the Imperial Guard, in charge of the 200-man team... As the most noble descendant of Misterk, Yun Chen's body must be found!"
"Yes! Yes!...Praise the God King and praise you too!"
Under the guidance of the scouts of the Western Route Army, a group of respected priests, wearing high feather crowns, walked down from the main camp of the king on the hill under the escort of two hundred dead-haired guards.
The corn fields along the way are covered with weeds, and all the villages of the local tribes have been transformed into ruins. The bones of the Misterks can be seen everywhere, like immortal embellishments in the weeds. However, these corpses appeared in just one or two years, the most
It's only three years. The broken black-shocked stone battle stick, stone spear throwing spear, bone arrow stone arrow, and tattered leather armored battle suit are all entangled with the human bones that the coyote has bitten.
"In the three-year southern expedition, the mountain and river valleys at the core of the Misterk people were destroyed so far... The mountain and river tribes of more than 100,000 Misterk were probably trapped in the mountain and river city, with only one-third of them left at most..."
Sherot was wearing a solemn sacrificial garment and did not take a chariot, but trekked through the grass. Since he did not sit in a chariot sedan, the other priests naturally could only walk. Soon, five or six were red-eyed.
The coyote, far behind the group, barking lowly.
"Aowu...aowu!..."
"…? The Lord God blesses! Drive these coyotes away."
Shulot frowned, glanced at the wolf pack behind him, and ordered the ban on the guards in the team. The captain who led the guards was familiar with him. Shulot seemed to have seen him somewhere, but he couldn't remember him for a moment.
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"Ah? Yes! Death... His Highness the Prophet!"
The archer Travito nodded and responded, speaking with an unconcealed oriental accent in his Mexican language. He took off his big bow from behind, slapped the arrow neatly, squinted one eye, without any extra.
The movement did not make any sound of attracting attention. After just a few breaths, there was a dull bowstring and the scream of the coyote being injured dozens of steps away!
"Aoao! Aoao... woo..."
"Swoosh!swoosh!"
The archer Traveto shot the arrow without any error, and he knocked the leading coyote to the ground with one arrow. The wolf was still struggling and howling, and two more bronze arrows shot towards him, piercing directly through its neck.
!The other coyotes fled in fear, leaving only the dying wolf in the spot, unable to stop bleeding and soon disappeared.
“Woo…”
"Hmm? Good archery! It's similar to mine, and it's even better..."
Shuloth was a little surprised to see the archery skills of the guard captain. The warriors in the alliance have always been good at throwing spears and fighting sticks, and there are not many people with this archery skills. Judging from the other party's appearance, they are not good at shooting.
The dogs, or the Tros in the mountains, are exactly the same as the Mexicans. The other party has a strange accent...
"Blessed by the Lord God! Are you a warrior from the tribes of Tlascala?..."
"Ah! Yes... Yes... I am a warrior of the Tlascala tribe in the mountains..."
Seeing the look of Shuloth's scrutiny, the archer Traveto looked a little nervous. He lowered his head respectfully and answered hesitantly, even when his knees softened, he hurriedly knelt down, holding the talisman of the main god between his neck
Swear.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Tested by the Lord God! Your Highness, the guards of the God King recruited prisoners before... I passed the archery examination... I marched to the Misterk tribes in the south, and I have been fighting in front of me.
, followed the turquoise battalion commander to charge first, and won more than a dozen heads... A few months ago, we fought to the death, cutting off the retreat of the Sapotk Legion in the narrow and long valley road..."
"Haha, there is no need to salute! The league is the most important warrior! A warrior as outstanding and brave as you, no matter what your background is, as long as you fight for the league, you will naturally have a future of being a title and a field!"
Shuloth smiled and stretched out his hand, helping the archer Traveto up. He probably had some speculation that his skills did not look like a small tribe of Tlascala, but probably an elite warrior who escaped into the mountains.
Even the "Cloud Snake Warrior" who was famous for his reputation. But since the other party was willing to serve the alliance and fought desperately, it means that the alliance's assimilation policy took effect, giving the conquered tribes a fight to the forefront.
Chance.
"A warrior who shoots the archery, you are very good! The one carved on your face is the hummingbird pattern of the Lord God? Have we seen it anywhere?..."
"Ah... Your Highness... I've seen it before..."
The archer Travito felt nervous and speechless for a moment, and he didn't know how to answer. He once led five hundred elite soldiers in the Snake City to attack the Mexican Sour Wood Legion at night, and witnessed the Sour Wood Legion commander who was inexplicably killed by arrows.
Then, when the alliance army besieged Shuser City, he continued to fight on the front line until the last moment the city was broken, and he fled with his wife of the gods.
But later, in order to seek a background, he enlisted in the Alliance Legion and had already changed his face. He carved many scar totems on his face, shaved his hair, and became completely different, and he couldn't even recognize him. The person in front of him was "
The living prophet cannot know his past? Is it a terrible and unreasonable "prophecy"?...
"Um?…"
"Oh! Palace... Your Highness... I've seen it! You attended the Spring Festival before... You were drunk... At that time, it was me and Turquoise who helped you to the Palace of the God King..."
"oh!…"
Shuloth suddenly realized, remembering the old things at that time, and touched his nose awkwardly. He looked at the archer who lowered his head and was nervous, and the suspicion he had just developed instantly dissipated. He pondered for a while, and took it out of his arms with a smile.
A sandalwood amulet of the main god, with the sun hummingbird in front and the Tai Chi Bagua behind, handed it to the "archer" who was born in Tlascala.
"Blessed by the Lord God! I remembered it. You also reminded me at that time to organize my appearance and deal with it carefully... This is the hummingbird gossip talisman I carved with personally, so I will give it to you!"
"Ah? This? Your Highness..."
"Don't refuse. The guards are the personal army of the God King. If the God King is watching, then all justice will be preferred. But as a warrior of the Tlascala, if you return to your hometown in Tlascala in the future, you will be treated unfairly... You can
Take the amulet and go to the towering temple of Yunshe City to find the main priest there and the kingdom garrison... With my amulet here, the main priest of the temple will inevitably come forward to preside over justice for the Tlascala tribe!..."
The archer Travito hesitated for a few breaths, hesitating whether to accept it. But when he heard the words behind him, he thought of his wife and son who were in his hometown and lacked protection, he no longer hesitated and kowtowed and said gratefully.
"Yes! Thank you Your Highness, thank you!"
"No need to thank you, no need to kneel down, get up! The most powerful warriors in the alliance!... The Tlascala tribes were originally the closest brother tribes of our Mexican tribes. However, the ancestors had a rift with each other, and the flowers were all the same.
Fighting for a hundred years has left many hatreds from the past..."
"At present, the two sides have to return to one another, and to eliminate the tribal hatred of generations and become the only one who treats them equally. Only 'fair' can be treated equally! Unfortunately, many migrant and enfeoffed, and the alliance that went to the land of Tlascala was old.
The nobles could never let go of their old grievances… They were too harsh to the Tlascala tribes in the new territory, and I have heard of them…”
Shulot looked serious and explained carefully, telling the political concept of "all tribes have the same origin and return to the Jiao people". Unfortunately, the concept of "rebuilding Jiao people" was recognized by the Prepecha tribes of the kingdom assimilated.
The Dog Tribes recognized, the Tekos Tribes, the vassals Ottomi Tribes, and the Totonak Tribes also recognized... The biggest resistance was the Mexican nobles in the alliance itself!
Those new nobles who were promoted with military merits were better, and they recognized and maintained the path of equal treatment and promotion of military merits. But those conservative alliance old nobles, even if they were driven out of the Teskoko Lake District by the centralized gods, were enfeoffed to the newly conquered.
The state ministries still strongly demand that they maintain the "privileges of the old Mexico"!
They generally treat other tribes in the new territory as slaves and do not give each other a chance to participate in promotion. The hardest hit area of tribal conflict is in the land of Tlascala, which was enfeoffed by the little prince Chimalpili, and is exerted in "
The traditional enemy, Tlascala tribes. This "slavery policy" that intensifies contradictions is undoubtedly on the opposite side of Shulot's "glue man assimilation". In the face of this kind of place
The God King also did not make any statements and preferred the Mexican nobles. After all, it was just enough to shout the slogan of "Rebuilding the Gum Man". The foundation of the God King, but the Mexican headquarters, is naturally "Mexican priority".
”…
"Dear God-Knowing Prophet! The battlefield of the battle that fought the night before is right in front of you!"
"oh?!…"
It was not until the sun set that everyone stopped. Shulot stopped preaching with unfulfilled pleasure, and let go of the archer Traveto, who was wearing the "new amulet" and was stunned. Then Shulot stood on the hill
, looking at the bloody battlefield after fighting in front of you, looking at the seized and stripped, piled up into piles of leather armored warriors, looking at the thousands of corpses of Misterke stacked in the newly dug pit...
"The Lord God witnessed! In this battle, how many corpses of Misterk warriors were sorted out? How many militiamen? How many prisoners were there in the battalion?..."
"Dear prophets, about three or four thousand... The ones who can launch a breakthrough at night this time should be the Misterke warriors. There are not many militiamen and no prisoners left behind..."
"Oh! More than three thousand samurai corpses, not many prisoners?...The last elites in Shanhe City should be here! The last Misterk warriors..."
The evening wind blows slowly, and the rich bloody smell spreads across the sky. The wide eyes were covered with solidified blood plasma, and the cut-off tattoos symbolize the glory of the broken warriors. At this moment, when the sunset dyes the sky red, everything falls into the dead
The kingdom is like the blood red of the end of the era.
"The priest has an order! Build the body as soon as possible to avoid the occurrence of epidemics!"
Shuloth looked faintly, staring at the captured Misterk men, following the instructions of the war priests, and with numbness and despair, he poured handfuls of blood-stained clay into the pit. Gradually,
The red clay covered the face of the dead, and the last Misterko warriors were completely buried underground!
"Blessed by the Lord God! So many Misterk warriors who go to the Kingdom of God should give them a funeral... Forget it, let me preside over it in person tomorrow! Misterk warriors' funeral, Misterk Alliance
funeral…"
The red sky is shrouded in the red earth. Although the mountains and rivers in the distance are still standing upright. But everyone understands that the former Misterk Alliance has already buried warriors and noble corpses at this moment.