The morning sun rises from the sacred mountains in the eastern valley, illuminating the fertile plains of the western lake area. The plains are covered with dark red traces of fighting, extending to the end of the river. In the center of the intertwined traces, is the endless Mexica camp, like
The hunter in the red spider web enjoys the peace after hunting.
The army camped in the open air, with a simple structure, but full of chilling. More than 20,000 elite troops were stationed in the camp, guarding a large number of prisoners. The patrolling elite warriors spread their bows and held sticks, spreading out for several miles, guarding the southeast direction.
First, the loud cry of eagles was heard in the distance, and then the fierce figures of jaguar warriors appeared. They wore colorful leather armor and escorted the enemy warriors with their wrists bound. These elite warriors had no shortage of meat on weekdays and could watch at night.
The Qing Dynasty was the only force that pursued all night long. In order to capture the prisoners, they kept chasing them all night long, sparing the worthless militiamen, and finally returned with satisfactory results.
Shulot was sitting cross-legged in the big tent in the center, dealing with the complex military affairs after the war, and listening to the warriors' reports one after another. Even though he had not slept all night, he was still in high spirits, and kept all the military information in his heart. Until the smoke from the cooking stove disappeared.
The outside of the tent rose, and the guards brought steaming tortillas. Then he relaxed and stretched his waist and looked at Orosh next to him.
"So, in this battle, we suffered more than 1,500 casualties, defeated 30,000 Chapala Legions, and captured more than 10,000 prisoners?"
The majestic Jaguar warrior nodded. He looked at the calm young commander and said with a pleased smile.
"This is a victory blessed by God, and it is also an epic that will be sung and sung! Nearly 50,000 warriors lined up on the plain for a decisive battle, shouting so loudly that even the birds flying by were frightened by the sound of fighting and fell! Well,
Let the poets write down their poems: The Lord God looks at the battlefield of the divine battle and blesses His Majesty the Divine Enlightenment. He rains down extremely powerful thunder and gives the Mexicaans their destined victory!"
After laughing, Orosh recalled what he had seen and heard in the battle formation and made a brief summary.
"The Chapala Legion is actually quite brave, and the militiamen are as fearless as dogs. Only when the wolves are commanded by foxes will they be destroyed in one battle and completely defeated. Of the 30,000 enemy troops, less than one-third can escape back to the lake area.
One, that is, the three thousand warriors of the Feather Legion and more than six thousand militiamen who have lost their fighting spirit. After this battle, the Chapala Lake area can no longer pose any threat to the back road!"
Shulot thought for a moment and smiled with understanding. After such a big defeat, the Chapala Lake District will be in violent turmoil internally, and chaos will arise externally. From now on, it will be too busy to take care of itself.
The Yu family who fled back was mainly responsible for the defeat, but he was the only commander who retained the main force of samurai. There were not many choices left for him. Regardless of whether the envoys sent played a sufficient role, when the news of the destruction of the main force in the lake area came out, the north
The migrating Guamar canine descendants and the resisting Tecos tribe in the west will inevitably respond and attack the weakest enemy.
"Then, there were about ten thousand enemy soldiers who were seriously wounded or killed in battle, and the warriors did not count them carefully. We did not have extra wound medicine. If the injured Chapala people cannot walk on their own, they will always return to dust, so it is better to
Sacrifice on the ground.”
Shulot nodded calmly. On the battlefield in the Middle Ages, without medicine and transportation capabilities, serious injury meant death. Even for one's own warriors, if they did not have a special identity, this was often the case, let alone captured enemies.
"The last more than 10,000 enemy troops are now our surrendered troops or prisoners. In the camp, there are about 3,000 Chapala warriors who were captured and surrendered, including the Sky Legion. They are all worth reorganizing with great efforts. The surrendered
There are two thousand skilled archers in the militia, who are rare elites and can be put to good use."
"The remaining 6,000 Chapala militiamen are a huge trouble. They will create too much burden on logistics. They are also an extremely unstable young group and need enough manpower to suppress them."
Speaking of this, Orosh paused briefly. He looked at the resolute young commander, with an indifference that ignored life and death in his eyes, and a coldness that was not hidden in his words.
"According to the alliance's practice, when the army is out on an expedition, once a big victory is achieved and there are too many prisoners, a large sacrifice will be held on the spot after the war. They will offer their lives to the Lord God and thank the God of War for his blessing!"
Hearing this, Shulot lowered his eyes slightly, and the balance in his heart swayed from side to side, constantly weighing.
Logistics is always the biggest pressure during an expedition. The hinterland of Tarasco has been completely conquered by the enemy. In addition to the sturdy noble manors, the countryside is full of refugees of all ages and weeds in the farmland. The long supply line has to start from the capital city in the lake.
Start by going down the river, passing through the river mouth fortress, and then arriving at the frontline Huayamo Fortress. Every piece of food delivered to the front line is very precious, and this is the basis for the legion's expedition.
At this moment, these more than 10,000 unstable prisoners caused more trouble to the legion than even when they were enemies.
After a while, Shulot shook his head and made up his mind.
"Olosh, religion is being reformed, and the Lord God wants to show mercy. If the Alliance wants to establish a solid rule here, it cannot leave too much bloody hatred. Killing prisoners will be done once and for all, but it will lose the hearts of the people. Since I stand on a high
On the mountain, we should focus on the distance. It is better to release the captured militiamen and let them spread the bravery and kindness of the legion to the distant Lake Chapala area."
Orosh first loudly agreed. Then, he frowned slightly and suggested in a low voice.
"Your Highness, simply letting the prisoners go will not have the effect you expected. The sun burns with blood and runs together, and light and killing go hand in hand. We always have to screen the prisoners and reward and punish them."
Shulot pondered for a while, then finally looked solemn and gave the order loudly.
"Then summon the army priests, sacrifice the enemy's wounded, and hold a grand conversion ceremony for the prisoners! I will personally officiate, with Etalik and Natalie as my deputy, and let the religious warriors participate. Let Eze
Pan told the militiamen that as long as they believe in the Lord God, they are the people who are blessed by God and can be released tolerantly! If they are unwilling to change their faith... they will be dealt with according to the usual practice."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hearing this, Orosh saluted respectfully, bowed his head to accept the order, turned around and strode away.
Soon, the priests built a high platform, lit a blazing sacred fire, and sang ancient songs. The religious warriors, wearing armor and carrying fanaticism, formed a wide circle. This was the opening ceremony of the divine sacrifice.
Full of fear, crying and howling, the Chapala captives were escorted by thousands of Mexica warriors and gathered at the camp where the ceremony was held. Then, the Tarascans who had already surrendered came forward. They used the lake area to
In his accent, he comforted the captives of Chapala and relayed His Highness’s will: As long as you convert sincerely, you will be forgiven!
The prisoners slowly became quiet. The sacred chants floated in the wind to the distance of the lake area. When the sun rose in the sky, Shulot dressed in solemn sacrificial robes, climbed to the highest altar, and sang ancient sacrificial texts.
Then, the blue holy fire was lit, and the priests prayed loudly to the main god and danced wildly. The warriors waved their weapons, knocked on their shields, and shouted fanatically. Finally, the gunners lit the fuses of the wooden cannons, and let the
The god-given weapon once again thundered, resounding throughout the world! Amidst the shocking thunder, tens of thousands of captives crawled in horror. They faced the flames of the main god, the roaring wooden beasts, and the chief priest on the altar, fearful
bowed to the ground and saluted.
Then, the temple guards blew the death whistle to announce the sacrifices. The divine warriors then walked calmly, dragging in thousands of wounded enemy warriors and hundreds of captured Chapala nobles.
.They showed no mercy, waving sacrificial daggers in front of the holy fire, letting vitality flow and returning life to the earth. The priests used the blood of the Silver family to prepare the blood wine of conversion, placed it around the holy fire, and then summoned
Sky warriors in the front row.
In the grand and exciting ceremony, Horta was the first to step forward tremblingly. He raised his head in fear, looked at the majestic and solemn His Highness on the high platform, then lowered his head and drank the blood wine. The strong fishy smell was in his mouth.
Dissolving, this is the smell of a glorious nobleman, and it is also the ending of the Baiyin family. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tremble in his hands and feet, knelt down in front of the holy fire, and handed his hair to the priest in front of him.
The old priest wielded an obsidian dagger, cut off the hair of the Sky Family Master, and threw it into the blue fire. Burnt smoke rose up, taking away part of the young Family Master's soul. The old priest had a kind smile on his face,
After reciting a short prayer, Horta followed the words that seemed to have magical powers and sang praises to the supreme god toward the sun in the sky.
"Praise the Lord God Huitzilopochtli! He is supreme and omnipotent. Those who believe in God will be saved... No matter where he was born or what his bloodline is..."
In the irritating smoke, Horta burst into tears and read out the last sentence in a daze. Then, two thousand surrendered sky warriors came forward one after another, drank wine, cut their hair, converted and saluted. They followed the succeeding head of the family and became loyal from then on.
Alliance, throw yourself into the embrace of the Lord God.
There were only a few dozen warriors who were unwilling to convert, and were immediately dragged away by the temple guards, sacrificed and executed. The warriors who were unwilling to surrender suffered the same fate. Their low screams were drowned in the high-pitched prayers and passed away without a trace.
After the Chapala warriors, came the captured militiamen. Seeing the consequences of rejection, the militiamen were full of desire to go home. Most of them converted to the Lord God obediently, knelt on the ground in awe, and chanted in their mouths
Chanting inaccurate names of gods and praying to the blazing flames.
The conversion ceremony was grand and long, accompanied by gradually louder chanting. Until the sun set in the west, the name of the main god "Huitzilopochtli" had resounded in the wilderness and was deeply engraved in everyone's heart!
After standing for a long time, Xiulote sat down cross-legged. His expression was solemn, like a sacred sculpture, and he did not say any unnecessary words. Orosh took his place and announced loudly: All the captured Chapala militiamen have converted.
, take refuge in the glory of the Lord God. Except for the archers, the remaining six thousand captives will be released on the spot as promised!
Then, the surrounding Mexica warriors separated to the left and right, leaving a passage to the west. Seeing that the release was coming as promised, the Chapala militiamen couldn't believe it, and no one dared to move for a while. They looked at each other, complicated
Emotions change on their faces, urging each other with their eyes.
Ezpin repeated it again in Tarasco dialect, asking the militiamen not to flee to the south, but to go west to their hometowns.
At this time, a bold prisoner stood up. He chanted the name of the main god loudly, looked around nervously, walked out of the crowd step by step, until he was more than ten steps away from the Mexica warriors, and suddenly ran quickly to the west.
Seeing this scene, the prisoners in the camp were silent. They were anxious and watched the warriors outside to make sure that no one was out to arrest or raise their bows to shoot arrows, then they suddenly became restless. The Chapala militiamen walked with their heads down, chanting
Reciting the newly learned name of the main god was like reciting a protective spell. They were like a herd of panicked deer, scattering in groups and then running quickly towards the west until they became small dots on the horizon.
Horta knelt on the ground and looked at the militiamen heading west, showing deep envy. Then, he glanced at His Highness who was smiling on the high platform, and suddenly felt a sense of closeness and some inexplicable trust.
"Perhaps, being loyal to the Alliance and following His Highness will be the right choice..."
The young head of the Sky family lowered his head, held the sun amulet around his neck, and prayed softly, "This is a gift from His Highness."
Shulot smiled and watched as the six thousand militiamen chanted the name of God and were released one after another.
He knew that most Chapala people were only in awe for a while, and would resume their belief in the three gods as long as they could escape back to their hometown. However, this experience would be like a seed, planted in their hearts, waiting for the situation to change in the future.
One day it sprouted. It was like a brand, engraved deep in the souls of the militiamen, forever distinguishing them from the people around them.
"After taking care of the threats in the back and dealing with the immediate matters, it's time to head south to the royal capital!"
Shulot stood up. His eyes were bright and he looked towards the southeast sky.
Going southeast from the battlefield, only a few days away from the battlefield, is the capital of Tarasco, Qin Congcan. Many soldiers of the Chapala Army have fled. The results of this battle will quickly spread to the capital, throughout the south, and then
Head to the southeastern front line. The battle situation will change again, and new fighters will arrive.
Then, Shulot turned around, looked at the way to the northeast, and calmly walked down the platform amidst the cheers of the warriors. He punched out with force, breaking the enemy's arm, and then quickly retracted it to prepare for the next wave of attacks.
Offensive. And the next attack will be the enemy's key point!
On the second day, the main force of 20,000 Mexica troops left camp and headed north. Under the surveillance of Tarasco scouts, they returned to the Huayamo Fortress in the northeast with 5,000 surrendered troops. For more than ten days, the army was constantly undergoing training and deployment.
, maintaining minimal contact with Qincongcan City, a hundred miles to the south.
But southeast of Qinchongcan, outside the small city of Patzquali, the Mexica army is becoming more active. Longbow hunters continue to attack civilians transporting food, but the royal capital of Tarasco lacks warriors and has no troops to send.
.When the warm March comes with the spring breeze, the grain road to the southeast will be difficult to maintain!
