On the plateau of Central America, October is not a cold autumn. There are no falling maple leaves, only evergreen pines and firs. The autumn wind blows gently on the cheeks, and the air is filled with the fresh fragrance of pine and cypress.
There is also a faint floral fragrance.
Hulot stood on the hill, looking at the military formation not far away where prisoners were being handed over. The news of the truce was like warm sunshine, bringing relaxed smiles to the faces of the warriors on both sides. The warriors of Mexica
Talking about their plans to return home, the militiamen breathed a sigh of relief. They would no longer be fighting for their lives against the guerrilla Otomi people in the mountains and forests.
Under the command of Bertard, 900 Otopian prisoners, 1,000 people and five months of food were sent to the opposite side in turn. Giowa did not appear, and a strange Otomi officer had an unswerving expression and served as the commander.
This kind of errand was destined to leave a reputation. He did not look at the released prisoners, but carefully inspected the amount of food. Then he waved his hand, and a thousand unarmed civilian warriors were escorted over and handed over to the Mexica people.
Shulot carefully observed the civilian warriors of the city-state of Xilotepec. The faces of the civilian warriors were filled with confusion at first being disarmed, then disbelief at being traded, and finally anger and despair at being betrayed.
So the young man nodded with satisfaction. These people will be handed over to Bertard's jurisdiction, and then they will be surrendered and given preferential treatment, becoming the first batch of Otomi people to surrender to the Alliance.
Next to Xiulote, "Monkey" Kuruka looked at the back of the warrior commander with envy. These Otomi people will obviously be reused by the alliance and become the basis for the rule of the future city-state of Xilotepec, Mexico.
Now, Bertard can govern them and exert influence on these people, which means he has the qualifications to become the leader of a state.
The young man didn't look any further. He smelled the fragrance of flowers in the air and walked among the green pine forests, looking for the source of the fragrance. After a long time, he stopped in front of an unusually tall giant tree, and the comfortable fragrance floated in the wind.
, accompanied by the faint and faint cry of an eagle.
This is a majestic Mexican cypress tree, standing by the bank of the stream. Its height is 50 meters, and its diameter at breast height is nearly 4 meters. The straight trunk extends upward endlessly, as if it is reaching above the clouds.
The trees are full of cedar leaves hanging down, like the sacred green feathers of Quetzalcoatl. Among the graceful swaying fallen feathers are light green and white flower bulbs, which are pregnant with mature seeds for the coming year, exuding a pleasant freshness.
Xiuluo nodded. This was the source of the fragrance. This giant tree stood quietly in the mountains and forests, listening to the melody of the stream. It spent thousands of years growing into the elf that came from the myth and fell into a deep sleep.
The ancient forest.
"What a majestic yew!" The young man sighed at the beauty of the giant tree.
"Priest Commander, this is Avevit, the upright drum in the water, and the old man in the water. It is a symbol of authority! Since the death of the great Montezuma, we also call it Montezuma cypress, because this tree has an innate soul.
"
I don't know when, "Monkey" Kuruka had already approached the boy and explained with a smile on his face.
"Avivit? Soul?" The young man was stunned for a moment, and then nodded. Avivite means "the spirit like a pine tree in the water", so Avvit is naturally the "pine and cypress in the water".
"Exactly! In the mythology of the Mixtec and Zapotec people in the south, they have the same noble ancestor, which is the tree spirit of Avivet.
They call themselves the people of the clouds. They come from the clouds and fall with the rain. When they blend into the towering Avivet, they become the noblest priests. When blended into the mighty jaguars, they become noble warriors. When blended into the ordinary soil, they become the noble warriors.
, as an ordinary civilian, if he falls into a cave, he will become, he will become..."
Kuruka suddenly stopped and got stuck.
"Become the lowest slave?" the young man asked subconsciously.
"No, then they will turn into animal and human spirits, wear sharp-pointed hoods, and become Camazotz, the vampire bat that spreads death!" Kuruca thought hard before turning a
The image of Batman is drawn.
Schulot was dumbfounded, and then smiled. "Death Bat" Camazotz was the origin of the image of the later superhero "Batman".
Shulot smiled slightly and patted Kuruka on the shoulder. The "monkey" was indeed smart and knew a lot. Kuruka smiled at the boy's happiness. Then, the boy's ears moved.
"Monkey, did you hear anything? Is it the cry of an eagle?" The young man raised his head when he heard the sound and looked towards the top of the tall trees. The leaves there were like fallen feathers, blocking all prying eyes.
Kuruca tilted his head and blinked. Then, he seemed to have discovered something. He threw the weapon behind his back and half held the huge Avevit tree with both hands, like an agile ape, and quickly ran up.
Go and disappear among the graceful falling feathers.
After a short while, Kuruca poked his head out from the top of a big tree forty to fifty meters high. He wrapped his legs around the trunk, held the branch with his left hand, held something in his right hand, and raised his head in surprise.
Looking at the young man below, he shouted: "Sir, there is a golden eagle cub here!"
Then, "Monkey" turned slightly sideways, carefully protected his right hand, and adjusted his upper body posture. Then he let go of his left hand and legs alternately, and just like "chili, chili", he slid down from the top of the fifty-meter-high tree.
The young man opened his eyes wide and watched the Kuruka magic weapon descend from the sky. Then all his attention was attracted by the little creature he held in his hands.
This is indeed a golden eagle cub. It has pure and innocent eyes, a pink and white short beak, white and soft young feathers, and slightly brown wings. This sky lord, who can only live for thirty years, is
In its most tender infancy.
"Sir, this golden eagle cub has not even grown into its first feathers. It is only three months old at most." Kuruca grinned and handed the golden eagle cub to the boy.
Shulot subconsciously reached out and gently took the little golden eagle, which was only the size of a palm. The little creature glanced at the young man with pure black eyes, and then gently rubbed his little head against the young man's palm, as soft as a ball.
Cotton. Then, it let out a few faint eagle calls, and then lay down feebly on the young man's hand.
"It seems to be very hungry." The young man gently touched the belly of the little golden eagle. It was soft and flat, as if it was indeed hungry.
"It looks like it hasn't eaten for several days. Something might have happened to its parents, or they might have been caught and eaten by the Otomi people."
Kuruca responded casually, rummaged through his hands and saluted, and finally found a piece of dried venison. The boy dipped some water and carefully fed it to the little golden eagle. It clicked its short beak, working hard and anxiously.
He gnawed on biltong, but couldn't stop biting it.
The boy smiled softly, took the meat strips out of its beak, and watched it flapping its soft wings anxiously. Then he took the freshly cut pieces of meat from Kuruka's hand and fed them to the little one bit by bit.
The little golden eagle. Unknowingly, a happy smile that hadn't been seen in a long time appeared on his lips.
Seeing Shulot's smile, Kuruka also grinned, like a proud horse monkey.
After feeding the meat sticks and water, the little golden eagle emitted a crisp chirp again, but it was obviously much louder. Then, it tilted its head, rubbed it against the young man's hand for a while, and then folded its wings over its belly, feeling comfortable
Fell asleep.
The young man looked happily at the sleeping little golden eagle, and then at the towering sacred tree in front of him, and the corners of his mouth curved in a happy arc:
"Since I found you on the Avivet tree, I will call you Avivet from now on!"
The appearance of little Avevitt brought Xilot great joy. During this period of fighting and fighting, the bloody deaths he witnessed accumulated in the young man's heart one by one, and continued to depict the destruction of life. And the little boy
Avevit is like hope bred in the darkness, like a ray of pure light that dispels the depression in the young warrior's mind.
Later, Xuelote carefully made a warm nest for little Avivet out of cotton cloth and feathers, then put the eagle's nest into a wooden box, carried it behind his back, and took care of it carefully.
In this way, during the day, Shulot is a masked commander, solemn and majestic, commanding the army, intimidating the unruly generals, and comforting the surrendered Otomi people. At night, Shulot is a thirteen-year-old boy, relaxed and happy, with a sincere smile.
, teasing the little white Avivet, staring closely into its eyes, stroking its soft feathers. Darkness and light are balanced in day and night.
Twelve thousand Mexica warriors set out one after another. The army moved eastward, leaving the hungry Otomi people, abandoning the mountain camps along the way, and headed towards the Herotepec camp. Ten days later, the army finally arrived
The fourth camp. The young man remembered the past battlefield for a moment, and then he looked serious and summoned the poet warrior Paramo.
"Paramo, how are you doing in the logistics camp these days?"
After not seeing each other for two weeks, Páramo no longer looked as lean and handsome as when we first met. He looked haggard, his hair was not combed, and his face was obviously fatter. The only thing that remained unchanged was the elegant melancholy in his eyes.
"Master Priest, the accommodation in the logistics camp is very good, and the food is very good, but it is too busy. Every day I have to count a lot of supplies, calculate the consumption and supplies, and record them one by one on the wooden board. The flowers in my heart have completely withered.
Yes." Parramo sighed and answered respectfully and honestly.
When he led the army for the first time, Shulot did not overly modify the customary regulations in the army, but only increased the management of logistics and equipment. The tasks of logistics officers suddenly became heavier. They must accurately record daily supplies, strictly formulate food consumption plans, and try to improve
Transport efficiency.
Under the heavy workload, Paramo was as busy as a spinning top, and he didn't even have time to take care of himself.
Looking at the respectful Balamo, Xiulote expressed satisfaction. It seemed that the polishing effect was good and he could add more burdens.
"Paramo, I will give you one thousand warriors and three thousand militiamen. I will leave the back of this camp to you! In the next five months, one month's worth of food will be delivered to 34,000 people. You
It is necessary to trade with the army of the city-state of Otopan once a month, and exchange food for captured Mexica warriors and half the value of luxury goods.
You must be careful and take good defense! Contact the Legion at the Herotepe Camp regularly. Also, make clear the accounts when making transactions! I will hand them over to Quartermaster Bergere for verification. If there is more, hand it over, if there is less,
Make up for it yourself!”
Because of the arrival of little Avevit, Shulot has been in a good mood recently, and he made a rare joke.
"Yes! I obey you, my priest commander!" The lighthearted joke turned into a mountain of pressure when it came to Baramo's ears, and also brought inspiration to the romantic poet. Baramo turned around and left melancholy, whispering
chant.
"I hold my heavy heart in my hands, solemnly and solemnly. The sorrow buried in my heart has piled up into a mountain, and there is darkness. I am waiting for a breeze to blow the ashes back to life. Ah, that is my free love!
"
Not far away, Shulot smiled softly. It seemed that the burden added was not enough.
The legion stayed briefly and then continued on their way. Three days later, when Xilotepec saw the city of Xilotepec again, the Otomi city-state that first surrendered and then rebelled had been completely besieged. The city-state was blocked by camps on all sides.
The supply of water, food, salt, and wood was completely cut off. Thousands of Mexican warriors stationed and patrolled the camps. Not even a hare could pass through the tight defense lines.
Xiulote was a little surprised. It seemed that more than 40,000 Mexica warriors had gathered here. After more than 20 days of going back and forth, Avitt hadn't gone south yet?
The young man thought for a moment and handed over the legion to Bertard. Then, under the protection of the guards, the young man carried the wooden box of the Eagle's Nest and hurried to the camp by the river. He saw the huge fleet of boats gathering by the river, and...
There are constant shipments of grain-carrying ships. It seems that the food supply has been restored again?
With a full stomach of confusion, Shulot went straight to the king's tent in the middle of the camp. The camp was solemn, but there was an indescribable strange atmosphere. The boy observed along the way that the morale of the warriors seemed to be good, and occasionally they encountered
The big nobles who arrived had their eyes flickering, and the city-state leaders also had wandering eyes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This atmosphere is not at all like the people returning home at the banquet after Tisoke's death, but rather like a storm about to come.
Before arriving at the king's tent, Shulot opened it, but there was no one inside. Even the bonfire was already cold, maybe it wasn't lit today. Then he continued to look for the wooden house where he lived and stayed, and finally found Avitt.
Avitt was not wearing the majestic king's clothes, but was wearing a loose white robe, which made him look particularly young. He was leaning against the wooden wall behind him, holding in his hand a wooden board with words that Hulot had written casually.
, looked at it carefully and leisurely.
Xiulote was anxious, so he grabbed the wooden board from his friend's hand and glanced at the Chinese characters on it. The first line began with "King Wu conquered Zhou", followed naturally by "The Duke of Zhou assists the government". The next line read "Young Man Randomly".
The connection is like "The Duke of Zhou spits out food and the world returns to its heart" in the short song line.
Avitt raised his head and looked at the young man gently, with a sad smile on his face: "Xulot, are you back? How was the negotiation with the Otomi people this time?"
Shulot performed a serious courtesy, and then asked eagerly: "Avit, you didn't decide to go south to the capital to officially inherit the king, why haven't you set off yet?"
Avitt smiled bitterly, spread his hands, and shook his head helplessly: "What can I do? I received intelligence two weeks ago that the old guy from Kechar actually invited the great Sivakvatel to protect the fourth generation Mo
The towering sacred tree of the Sica Eagle, the ancestor who has been in seclusion for many years due to illness, the immortal sun of the Mexica people, my eighty-five-year-old great-uncle, Tlacaelal!”
"What! The immortal sun, Trakaeler, is still alive?!" The young man was extremely shocked, and then he sighed in his heart.
Maybe in this world, there really is a sign of destiny, and all things face each other in a vague way. Then, Trakaeler is the sacred tree by the river, standing quietly in the past of the empire. And with him
In comparison, Shulot and Avitt are just newborn eagles under the protection of the sacred tree, and they are the overlords of the sky who have not yet grown up!
The two were silent for a moment. In the wooden box behind the boy, little Avivet had just been awakened by the exclamation. It stuck out its head, looked at the two of them, and chirped. At this time, its wings were not full, and its heart was beating.
