The mountains and forests were sparse, and the water was surging. The wind was strong all night, and the apes were howling, and there were faint cries and wailings. The kingdom's exploration fleet anchored in Babai Town for a day before waiting for the person in charge here, Prepecha, who was in charge of a thousand spear warriors.
Battalion commander, military nobleman Pimon.
"Blessed by the Lord God! Dear hereditary noble Huitu, exploration captain Chihuaco."
Pimon's battle clothes were stained with blood, his feet were muddy, and his face was still dusty. He obviously came in a hurry. He wore Prepecha's eagle crown on his head, a big bow on his back, and a belt on his waist.
He held a bronze ax and a bronze spear in his hand. Seeing the two people who had been waiting for a long time, he bowed slightly, first saluted Puap, and then nodded to Chihuaco.
Two years ago, although Puap was exiled, he still retained his noble rank. Well, it was much higher than the old militia.
"God bless you! Respected military nobleman Pimen. God bless your majesty, everything goes well in the Eastern Campaign!"
Huitu Puap smiled and said hello, his attitude was rare.
The military aristocrat Pimon in front of him was actually the commander of a samurai battalion, commanding a thousand spear warriors, responsible for the transportation of prisoners in Babai Town, and in charge of the life and death of thousands of Tlaxcala prisoners.
I heard that during the Southern Expedition, Pimon was responsible for transporting the Tecos people in the mountains. He met His Majesty during the Southern Expedition and left a good impression. This time, it was His Majesty who personally named and picked up the people from Ezpan.
He was transferred here to be responsible for key transshipment matters... In other words, the future prospects of the other party are limitless!
Since the Eastern Expedition, hundreds of thousands of Tlaxcala people have been captured. Puap heard that these captives will be mainly placed in the south of the kingdom, in the two counties of Apa and Zicao. Now, the six hundred towns in the middle are composed of
The warriors of Zicao County manage it, while the upstream town of Eight Hundred is handed over to the spear corps of Apa County. Naturally, it also shows a certain balance of the game...
"I'm afraid there is a hidden competition between the two county governors, Ezpan and Etalik. But Babai Town is more important and has the first-hand power to deal with prisoners. Then the population that Apa County can share will definitely be
More... Well, they are all from Prepecha, and I will still have to get closer to the commander of the Ezpan Army in the future..."
Puap's thoughts were spinning, considering the internal situation in the kingdom. After this exile and recovery, he gradually gained more brains and learned to think carefully.
"God bless your majesty! Both the Tlaxcalans and the Mixtecs are cowardly turkeys. How can they compete with the kingdom's condor!"
Pimon sincerely prayed for His Majesty for a while. Then, he wiped the ashes from his face, smiled and pointed behind him. Behind him were hundreds of Prepecha warriors who were also dusty and armed with spears. Many.
In the hands of the warrior, there was still a bloody head.
"Yesterday, a prisoner uprising broke out between Yunshan Village in the north and here. Dozens or hundreds of Tlaxcalans escaped and more than twenty escorting militiamen were killed and injured..."
"What, prisoner riot?"
Hearing this, Puap was a little surprised.
"These prisoners don't have enough to eat, they don't have weapons, and they don't have stomachs. How can they still stage a riot?"
"Yes. God bless you! In the past few months during the transfer of captives, the ordinary tribesmen have been very obedient, and nothing major has happened. They respect His Majesty's name as the God of Death, and are afraid of the large group of warriors in custody, so they rarely resist."
Pi Meng looked solemn and answered seriously.
"And the captives who rioted yesterday are not ordinary tribesmen! They are skilled in combat skills, well-organized and have leaders. They are hidden noble warriors of Tlaxcala! Facing these dangerous poisonous snakes, we must attack hard and hunt them down thoroughly.
in the end!"
"Hidden noble warrior?"
Hearing this, Puap looked surprised. He turned his head, looked at each other with the old militiaman, and thought of something.
"These Tlaxcala warriors have been lurking for months, why are they rioting now?"
"Ha! These poisonous snakes have been lurking, harboring rebellion and disobeying His Majesty's rule. Relying on the so-called Cloud Snake bloodline, they have the ability to incite the Moth people to take prisoners. But now, they are being escorted here and will soon be
Board the ship. Once they get on the ship, they will travel hundreds of miles a day to the far west. When they reach the hinterland of the kingdom... they will be thousands of miles away from their hometown, lose their popularity and geographical advantage, and have no chance to escape!
"
Having said this, Pi Meng clenched his fists in his hands and patted his strong chest hard.
"Your Majesty sent me here with so many warriors to find out all these poisonous snake dangers and deal with them as soon as possible!"
"Ah, your majesty is wise! You are also a brave warrior!... Commander Pimon, and the rioting prisoners, have they been dealt with?"
"Haha, praise the Lord God! I took the warriors and chased them for a day and a night. Except for a few fish that were diving to their death, all others were solved!"
Pimon grinned, with genuine joy on his face. Then he turned around, smiled and shouted to the warrior behind him.
"Come, eagles of Prepecha! Set up a long pole in the center of the town, and stick the heads of these rebels on the top! Then gather all the warriors, surround all the prisoners, and count the number of people in each team.
!I want these Tlaxcalans to know the consequences of rebellion and flight!..."
"Yes! Praise the Lord God!"
The spear warriors responded with a bang and immediately dispersed. Pimon turned around, bowed again, and sincerely apologized to the two expedition leaders.
"Not long ago, His Majesty left me a message, asking me to make preparations to make the kingdom's expedition northward a top priority!... I have sent scouts to explore the waterway upstream. The mountains along the way are steep and the water is fast.
At least thousands of young captives must be mobilized to drag them against the current along the river..."
"It's just that a riot just broke out yesterday. More than 10,000 young and strong prisoners gathered here, like dry haystacks in autumn. Just one spark can ignite a raging fire... The situation is urgent, I have to deal with it first
Prisoners, let the majesty of the Lord God be deeply engraved in their bones!... Then, we can arrange manpower to pull fibers upstream..."
"So, please ask the two captains to wait a little longer... Well, it shouldn't take long, half a day is enough."
Having said this, Pi Meng pursed his lips, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"Okay! Commander Pimon, there are one hundred warriors and two hundred sailors in the expedition team. If necessary, we can also help."
Puap held the spear and responded with a smile, but also with murderous intent.
"No, thank you for your kindness! Lord God will witness, soon, soon!"
Soon, hundreds of long poles dripping with blood were erected next to the altar of the main god in the center of the town. Tens of thousands of prisoners in the entire town also fell into panic shouts and noises. Thousands of warriors wore armor and held soldiers.
Driving all the prisoners, they gathered in the central square, and then blocked the roads in all directions. The judgment of death will come soon.
