A week passed in the blink of an eye in June. The two kings were sitting high in the glorious royal capital, with 30,000 Mexica troops threatening all directions, and envoys of surrender from all directions came one after another.
The mountain tribes of the Huetamo Copper Zone presented new bronze vessels; the great nobles of Prepecha in the southwest of Apacingan presented surrender; and the Tecos tribe on the edge of the Colima Mountains presented their noble chiefs.
His daughter; and the last one to arrive was the messenger from Lake Chapala.
In the majestic Palace of Winds, King Avit was dressed as a god, holding an inherited divine staff, and received an audience from Chapala's envoy. The envoy wore a feather robe inlaid with gems, and on his head was a forked sword like an eagle's wings.
Noble feather crown. Facing the two kings of the Mexican Alliance, the messenger knelt on the ground with a humble expression.
"The Supreme King of the Sun God, under the warlike Temple of Death, the bloodline of the Holy Eagle of Prepecha, the ruler of the Chapala Lake area, Prince Penguari, the descendant of the feathered god, sent an envoy to pay tribute to the great kings! The condor's
Blood, admires the greatness of the Alliance, is in awe of the Alliance's martial arts, and is willing to offer his unparalleled loyalty to the Supreme King!"
"Before I set off, the prince shed his blood and swore in the name of his ancestors! He will shed the last drop of the condor's blood for the supreme king; he will guard the northwest wilderness for generations for the great alliance. As long as the prince is here
One day, the ferocious Chichimec descendants will never set foot on the land south of the Leman River!
"The prince's loyalty can be seen! He has imprisoned the wife of the former royal family of Tarasco. He offers you gold, silver, gems, feathers and jade, as well as the beautiful maidens of the feather family. Among the teams accompanying me, there are
Several princes from the previous royal family branch are all of noble blood..."
Hearing this, Shulot was a little surprised. The subtext of noble blood was that it could be used as a sacred sacrifice to celebrate the ceremony.
"King Sun God, as the ruler of Lake Chapala, the prince is willing to surrender at your feet and fight for your glory! Please give the noble daughter of the Mexica royal family as the prince's new wife..."
Having said this, the messenger finally took out the board of surrender from his arms, held it in both hands, and presented it to the Grand Tratoani of the Mexica Alliance.
"Supreme King, this is the album of surrender in the Lake District, and behind it is the annual tribute."
Avitt stretched out his hand, and one of his guards took the album. After checking it carefully, he handed it to the king. The king looked at it for a while, then smiled softly and handed it to Shulot next to him.
"Yes! Surrender, convert, and give your daughter a gift. Pay tribute at the spring and autumn equinoxes without any delay!"
"Honor your will!"
The messenger fell to the ground again, his face pressed tightly against the cold ground, showing an imperceptible smile.
Shulot took the album, glanced at the densely packed long flags and feathers, and then counted the exaggerated dozen warriors and dozens of militia villains. He smiled and shook his head. He turned over the back and saw
There were pictures of gold, silver, gems, jades, feathers, costumes, and slaves with their hands tied, but no corn, beans, pumpkins, fish, wood or stones were seen. The young king nodded slowly again.
nod.
Although forced by the situation, the Lake Chapala region expressed its surrender, but the alliance's influence on this region was almost zero. In fact, both sides clearly knew that today's docile gesture was just a superficial ceremony and was done under military threat.
Bow your head. When the main force of the alliance returns eastward, the land of Chapala will be an independent kingdom again.
"Although the belief in the Three Gods is deeply rooted in the Lake District, it is not without gaps. Well, the militiamen who were captured, converted and then released..."
Shulot pondered for a moment and also smiled.
The meeting ceremony ended quickly. Messenger Chapala saluted respectfully again, and then, under the guidance of the guards, turned and left. But at the moment of leaving, he finally raised his head and quickly glanced at the murals in the Palace of Winds hall.
The guards and envoys gradually left, and there were only two kings left in the hall again. Avitt took off his heavy crown, opened his complicated royal clothes, and said with a smile.
"Peng Guali is not an eagle, but a cunning fox. From now on, I will leave this fox to you to deal with."
"Although foxes are cunning, they are not good at fighting. Facing the swift black wolf, they are just a delicacy at home."
Shulot looked confident, smiled and shook his head.
"It's just that the fox's den is a bit too far!"
The two laughed at the same time. The laughter echoed in the hall, like the loud cry of an eagle. After a while, Avitt said seriously.
"Xulot, after meeting with Chapala's envoy, I will lead the army to leave tomorrow. When I return, I will take the route of the Northern Army and return quickly by water.
I will meet your father once at the river mouth fortress, board Anatri's naval fleet and return eastward. Then, I will stay for two days in Akambaro State on the south bank of the Leman River to summon and appease the surrendered local nobles.
Let us perform the enfeoffment ceremony of the glorious nobleman Tepopolo.
Eight thousand warriors and two thousand noble battle groups will go north with me. Tepopolo and the remaining fifteen hundred royal warriors in his hands will also go to the fief with me. As for Marshal Iskali, he
He will lead his five thousand troops and stay here for garrison. It will not be until the spring plowing is over in July and the stability of the lake area is confirmed that he will return eastward to the fiefdom of Sitacuaro State."
Avitt's expression became a little serious. There was a bit of worry hidden in his eyes.
"Spring plowing has begun, the militias mobilized by the alliance are gradually disbanding, and city-state warriors from various places are eager to return home. The number of troops in your hands will be greatly reduced, and the alliance's support capability will also be reduced..."
"Xulot, my student, the first year is the biggest challenge. You must try your best to establish a solid foundation. From today on, the four hundred Jaguars and more than three thousand royal warriors in your hands are your direct descendants.
I’ll leave it all to you! You have to allocate land to them here so that the warriors can take root. I will also send people to move over one after another for their family members in the alliance.”
Hearing Avitt's words, Shulot nodded with some emotion and behaved like a student.
"Thank you, teacher! The legions from the western city-states have returned eastward not long ago, the legions supported by the northern city-state of Otopan have long been disbanded, the Divine Blessing Legion from Xilotepec City will also return, and the surrendered troops from Tarasco will also return.
It takes time to integrate... I really need a reliable force in my hands to suppress all parts of the Lake District!
Over the past few days, the inventory of legions has been completed. Now in my hands, I have nearly a thousand personal guards, more than a thousand temple guards, more than a thousand longbow militia, more than two thousand holy city legion, and more than five thousand long spear militia.
Including the more than 3,000 people you left for me and the hundreds of canine mercenaries recruited, the total is 15,000 Mexican legions.
This number of troops is dispersed to various places, which can basically maintain the stability of the fiefdom. As for the 30,000 Tarasco surrender troops, I have a new resettlement plan..."
"Oh? This is a fresh plan to let the army pick up the hoe...I have never thought of it...but it can only be implemented in the surrendered army without political status, and the commander's prestige is sufficient...
"
Avitt looked curious. He listened patiently for a while, his eyes lit up, and then he nodded thoughtfully.
"That's right! Shulot, the alliance's legions can conquer countries and destroy city-states, but establishing a solid rule is much more difficult than conquering... This requires more delicate and flexible governance skills, and gradual control.
People's hearts and minds...and food is the most important people's hearts and minds, the most fundamental cornerstone of governance!"
Having said this, Avitt smiled lightly.
"Xulot, you really don't need me to keep the great nobles in the royal capital? They are very familiar with this land and have very strong influence. They can help you quickly control everything in the lake area."
Shulot shook his head firmly.
"No, Avitt, I don't need it, take them all away!"
Avitt nodded slowly and showed a calm smile. The fate of the captured nobles was decided. The King of Mexica looked at his heir and said solemnly.
"Okay. Shulot, since you don't need me to keep the great nobles of Tarasco, then from now on the rule of the land in the lake will depend on you! You have to remember that governing a country is like taming a golden eagle.
, sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle, it all depends on the situation, never be impatient!"
Shulot thought for a moment, then nodded seriously and answered.
"Yes...use war sticks and bronze axes to conquer territory, and then use gods and food to rule...Avit, I don't need the Tarascan nobles in the royal capital, and I'm not going to rely on the old ruling system.
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The power of the king comes from the hearts of the people, and also from the people he is based on! The Lake Patzcuaro area has been swept away, and it is a brand new blank sheet of paper. I want to build a more efficient centralized kingdom here, and use it to make
, a brand new picture of prosperity!”
Hearing this, Avitt lowered his eyes slightly and nodded slowly. He stepped forward, gave Shulot a solemn hug, and left a parting message.
"Spread your wings and fly high, my eagle. I am watching you fly from my nest on the top of the mountain, and I am waiting for the day you return!"
The long wind blew, and all the whispers melted into the wind. There was no words in the main hall, only the wind chimes sounded high and tinkled loudly.
In the early morning of the second day, the brilliant sun rose from the eastern sky, illuminating the magnificent bluestone capital and the illustrious Mexica Legion outside the east gate. Under the adoring gaze of tens of thousands of alliance warriors, the two kings wore
The sacred and solemn royal robes hold up their sacred staffs to each other, carrying out silent communication between the gods.
The silent stares lasted for a long time, until the sky was completely clear and the sun god ascended to the sky. Avit gave Shulot one last deep look and turned around majestically. The king's flag was raised high and headed north, followed closely by tens of thousands of warriors.
.The chill filled the wilderness and gradually disappeared at the end of the sky.
Only then did Shulot sigh softly. He raised his slightly lowered head and looked excitedly at the sky. Golden light spread across the earth, and an eagle soared in the sky!
"Bertard, supervise the spring plowing matter in an all-round way! Send a personal envoy to see how the surrendering troops are doing! After a while, I will personally go to the fields to inspect! ...Spring plowing is the top priority at the moment! From now on
Starting today, both warriors and militiamen must do their best for spring plowing!"
"Kuluka, summon the exploration scouts and long-distance traders, and report to me the situation in the fief in detail!"
The young king sternly ordered, and the generals and guards saluted one after another. Soon, with the royal capital as the center, countless messengers scattered in all directions, heading to every corner of the Patzcuaro Lake area. As they ran along, they also brought the king
